The Dirty Trick
by Susan Fitzgeral
(LLP-733)


Chapter One 

"I'm beginning to wonder if we shouldn't have just stayed home tonight. I 
could have stared at the paper, and you could have stared at me." Young Phil 
Daniels said to his lovely brunette wife who was stifling a yawn. 

Sally squeezed her husband's arm, smiling up at him wanely. "I think we'd 
have had just as good a time." 

"I hate parties like this," Phil said. "They're so damned pretentious, and 
totally boring." 

"I know." 

She touched the long, silky strands of her raven black hair in that 
unconsciously vain way women affect. 

"How much longer do we have to remain at this abysmal affair, do you 
suppose? When can we leave without destroying our image?" Phil asked. 

"Very shortly," Sally said. "Can you take another half hour of this?" 

"Must I?" 

"Yes." 

Phil Daniels grimaced, taking a moody swallow from his double Scotch. Then, 
one of the couples whom they had been introduced to upon arriving at the 
party, Ted and Carla Harper, made their way over. Ted Harper was short and 
heavy-set, with dark hair and intelligent gray eyes. He gave the impression 
of having once been an athlete; he was broad-shouldered and thick-chested. 
Looking at him, Phil thought that he probably worked out regularly in one of 
the local health clubs. He had a broad, friendly, contagious smile and an 
easy-going manner. He was carrying, oddly enough, a glass of dark ale in one 
huge hand. His wife, Carla, was tall and lithe with light brown hair and 
huge, luminescent green eyes. She wore a clinging blue shift which hugged 
and caressed her slender, high-breasted body, accentuating the easy, natural 
sway of her tight-mooned buttocks. She was holding onto Harper's arm and 
smiled warmly as they approached. 

"Hello there, Daniels," Harper said heartily as they came up. "Great party, 
isn't it?" he asked, sarcastically. 

"Shall I be honest about it?" Phil asked. 

"Of course." 

"Great party!" 

Ted Harper laughed deeply, with good-natured, infectious amusement. He said 
to his wife, "I told you I was going to like this Daniels, didn't I,-Carla?' 
He's a man after my own heart ... honest and frank and totally lacking in 
the phony social graces." 

"Thanks, I think," Phil said. 

Harper laughed again. His eyes shifted to Sally, moving easily over her 
beautifully compact, perfectly symmetrical body in a way which was 
complimentary to Sally, not lecherous, but openly admiring. "How about you, 
Sally? What's your opinion of this little get-together?" 

The familiar use of her first name didn't bother Sally at .all. She found 
herself rather liking this man. "The same as my husband's," she answered 
ruefully. 

"Don't really know why we came," Harper said. "Something to do on a weekend, 
I guess." 

They had established a common bond and Phil, too, found himself liking 
Harper. And Carla, even though she hadn't spoken as yet, struck him as being 
an intelligent, carefree soul like her husband. On top of that, she was 
damned attractive, Phil had to admit, damned attractive. They fell easily 
then into conversation. As both Phil and Sally had surmised, the Harpers 
were witty, intelligent people, interesting to talk to. It developed that 
Ted was a salesman for a large company, extremely successful; so much so, in 
fact, that he was now working only when he felt like it. Carla, in addition 
to being a housewife, dabbled in the arts in her spare time. She was very 
modest about that, but Harper insisted that she was a tremendous talent. 

"And what do you do for a living, Daniels?" Ted Harper asked good-naturedly. 
"You look like a young tycoon." 

"Hardly," Phil replied drily. "Right now I'm working my butt off in sales at 
Nobel and Websters." 

"Big firm" Harper commented. 

"Too big." Phil took another large swallow of his Scotch, "Got my Masters in 
business at the University of Idaho to work my butt off for somebody else." 

"Honey, you are doing very well with the company!" Sally interrupted and 
proudly continued, "Phil has gotten two promotions this year already." 

"I'm going to quit, thinking of taking over my father's ranch in Montana, 
though." Phil took another swallow from his drink. "This city life is really 
getting to me." 

"I thought we were going to let that simmer for a bit, honey?" Sally said 
teasingly. 

"Do you believe everything I say?" 

"Of course." 

Phil shook his head in feigned wonder, "What did I ever do to deserve you?" 

"I've wondered about that myself." 

Harper's hearty laugh punctuated their conversation. "Hey" he said, taking 
Phil's hand, "talking with the two of you has made a pleaasant evening out 
of what started out to be a disaster." 

"Same here," Phil told him. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ted. And," he 
added gallantly, "your most lovely wife." 

"That goes for me, too," Harper said, his eyes moving over Sally again in 
that admiring way until she blushed lightly with pleasure. "What say we get 
together one of these days?" 

"Sounds delightful," Sally said enthusiastically. 

"Do you play backgammon?" 

"Oh, yes." 

"Great. We're addicted to the game ourselves, but we don't play for blood. 
We'll make it a foursome one of these evenings soon, if you're willing?" 

"That we are," Phil said. 

"Are you listed in the book?" 

"No," Sally responded, and gave their number to Carla who wrote it downin a 
small address book. Then, they all got their coats and bid one another 
goodnight at the door. Bert Wycoff, their host, more than a little drunk by 
this time, pumped Phil's hand enthusiastically, urging him to be sure to 
keep in touch. Phil said that he would, and Sally and he quickly walked to 
where their car was parked in front of the house. The Harpers, with Ted 
driving their large blue El Dorado waved as they pulled away from the curb. 

As Phil helped her into their Pinto, Sally said, "Aren't the Harpers just 
the nicest people? They're just great, aren't they, darling?" 

"They sure are," Phil agreed. "Awfully glad we met them." 

 Chapter Two 

"Man, I can't wait to fuck Sally Daniels," Ted Harper said, "And you, my 
dear, are going to help me do it." 

Carla smiled, stretching languorously on the front seat of the Cadillac. "Of 
course, darling," she answered. "After all, Phil Daniels is a handsome and 
desirable man. I'm going to enjoy getting laid by him just as much as you're 
going to enjoy fucking his lovely wife." 

"Goddamn, but you're the hottest woman I ever knew," Harper said with some 
pride. "You just love cock, don't you?" 

"Just like you love pussy, darling." 

Harper took one hand from the steering wheel and put it on her firm, soft 
thigh, just at the point where the blue shift rode high on her lap. He began 
to stroke the feathery surface lightly. She slid over next to him and, 
without preamble, laid the palm of her slim hand on the crotch of his sports 
slacks. His prick hardened instantly at her touch through the material, and 
Carla said, "Mmmmmmm, Teddy's ready, isn't he?" in a teasing voice. 

"Teddy's always ready," Harper said. "Just like Carlie." 

Carla began to stroke his cock lightly with her palm while his hand moved 
higher along her thigh. She breathed into his ear hotly, saying, "How do you 
propose to get next to the nice Daniels couple, lover? They don't exactly 
strike me as swingers, so the direct approach would seem to be out." 

"That's right," Harper said. "But I've got a plan." 

"What?" 

"I'll tell you when we get home." 

"Tell me now, lover," Carla said. Deftly, her fingers found the zipper of 
his fly and worked it down quickly. The throbbing length of his huge rod 
pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly opening, 
straining for escape. But Carla kept it imprisoned inside, stroking the 
rigid tool with knowledgeable fingers; she knew how to torment a man in many 
ways: by touch, by word, by manipulation of her own body. 

Harper was breathing faster under her agile ministrations, and Carla 
shivered anticipatorilyo Oh, she was going to give him a ride when they got 
home, all right, she really was! She could feel her cunt begin to seep warm, 
moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panty briefs, and she ground her 
smooth formed buttocks down against the pliant leather of the seat. "Tell me 
the plan, lover," she repeated, "We're ... ohhh ... almost home," Harper 
panted. And then, "Damn you!" as her hand rubbed more tantalizingly over his 
prick, using the material of his underpants to taunt and rub the 
blood-engorged glans into near-explosion. His own hand went higher along her 
thigh and his fingers found the dampness of her crotch. He wiggled a finger 
inside the leg band, dipping the tip into the secret juices of her warm, 
slightly throbbing vagina, causing a low, soft moan of sheer animalistic 
pleasure to escape her throat. "How do you like that, you little 
prick-teaser?" 

"Ohhhh, wow!" 

His forefinger found the quivering miniature phallus of her aroused 
clitoris, moved with provocative slowness back and forth across its 
sensitive surface until his wife was grinding her hips faster and faster 
down against the seat, her loins surging upward against his finger as if 
trying to beckon it to plunge deep inside her vaginal cavity. 

Harper whispered, "You'll wait until we get home, won't you sweetheart?" 

"Aaaggghhh, hhmmmmmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss, I'll waitttttt! Yes!!!" 

Harper grinned triumphantly, and eased his finger away from her clitoris, 
took it out from beneath her panties and let his hand rest on her thigh. She 
allowed her fingers to remain on his still-hardened cock, but they weren't 
moving now; her eyes were closed and she leaned against him, letting the 
sensations his probing, questing finger had caused ripple through her 
deliciously. 

The car's headlights picked up the large home which they owned. Harper 
brought the large luxury automobile into the driveway and upward into the 
spacious garage, shut off the engine and the lights. He stepped out, zipping 
himself up, feeling the blood still pounding in his erect cock. Tease him 
like that in the car, would she? Well, just wait until they got inside! He'd 
do a little teasing of his own! He went around to open the door for Carla, 
helped her out, and they went into the sprawling, richly furnished house. 
Harper switched on the indirect lights in the knotty pine-panelled living 
room and went to the impressive, well-stocked bar at one end, near the 
avocado-draped front window. "How about a drink?" he called to his wife. 

"Sounds good." 

He poured two scotches and brought her one. 

"Let's go into the bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm about 
her slim waist. 

She pressed against him. "Will you tell me the plan then?" 

"Maybe." 

They entered the bedroom and Harper took off his jacket, throwing it over 
one of the chairs near the dresser, Carla undid the two buttons on the front 
of the shift and slowly, seductively, using her palms and undulating her 
body rhythmically, she slid the garment down, down along her body until it 
lay puddled at her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she 
watched his face as she undressed. She stood there, dressed now only in bra 
and panties 

Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art" expertly, she 
reached behind her and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her 
firm white breasts slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples 
were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of 
the shift and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading 
them like a lover wouldo Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and 
slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing 
before him completely nude. 

"Like?" she asked throatily. 

"Jesus, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!" Harper 
said, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he wouldn't have had it 
any other way. 

His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body, at the fleecy, light brown down 
framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right; 
in the six years they had been married, he had never had a woman who pleased 
him any more than she did whether it be suck or fuck; a few had come close 
to approximating her prowess in the rack, but none had ever surpassed her. 
That was one hell of a compliment, considering the number of women Ted 
Harper had had in those six years of marriage. 

Carla Harper reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped 
over to the king-sized, satin-spread double bed and lay down on it, 
spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his eyes 
the full, wet, palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She rotated her 
hips lewdly on the satin spread, arching them up and lowering them again in 
a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, lover?" she 
asked in a husky voice. 

"Goddamn right I am!" Harper said. 

Quickly, he undressed, throwing his trousers and shirt and tie over the 
jacket on the chair, pulling his underpants down. He stood there with his 
great, trembling cock standing out from his groin like some impossibly huge 
instrument of torture, the unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear 
droplets of aroused lubrication, Carla stared at it, moistening her lips 
with her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in 
the warm sucking caverns of her mouth. 

"Come on," Carla urged. "lie down beside me. Carla's going to take that big 
lovely cock of yours and suck every last little drop of hot cum right out of 
it," she whispered up at him. 

Hot shit! Harper thought. She really knew how to get a guy heated up, 
talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally 
if such a thing were possible. His cock quivered and throbbed in 
anticipation. But he owed her a Httle teasing for what she had done to him 
in the car on the way home first, before he took her up on her offer. He- 
sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to allow her hand to 
snake out and encircle his prick, to begin to stroke and then to massage the 
turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth and then to slip her hand 
underneath and cup and caress his balls, cradling their softness in her 
palm. 

Harper stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and removed 
her hand. "First things first," he said. 

"What do you mean, lover?" 

"You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?" 

"Oh, yes! You can tell me the plan afterwards!" 

"No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear about it 
earlier." 

Carla returned her hand to his penis and testicles, rubbing, caressing. 
"Please, Ted," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you. Come on, 
let me suck you now and then you can tell me all about it." 

"No," Harper said. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at her, 
watching her undulate her hips, her tongue still flicking along her lips, 
her eyes resting hotly on the huge, hard expanse of his weapon, at the 
wrinkled sac of his bloating balls. "Now the way I figure it, Phil is the 
one to work on first. He's a man, and therefore he's more susceptible than 
Sally." 

"So you plan to get to Sally through Phil," Carla said. She stretched out 
her leg, frowning a little and began to stroke his thigh with her toes, 
waggling her big toe upward to touch the rigid flesh of his cock until he 
reluctantly pushed it away and continued. 

"That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it from what 
Phil said tonight. About not being able to work on his novel because of all 
the interruptions." 

Carla lowered her hand and began to stroke her belly lightly with her 
fingertips, teasing the softness. of her pubic mound, then trailing lower 
down between her legs so that she was rubbing in slow, even tempo the 
moistness of her cuntal mouth, teasing her clit. 

Watching her, Ted became even more aroused, she knew that he really enjoyed 
watching her play with herself, and she was so hot for his hard pulsating 
cock now that she was pulling out all stops to get him to stop talking. Ted 
opened his mouth to continue, but he swallowed hard at the sight of his wife 
manipulating her genitals, darting her middle finger in and out of her soft, 
hair-lined vagina with deft strokes in the attitude of copulation. As she 
did so, she pushed her buttocks down farther on the bed, coming nearer to 
him, and this time he didn't pull away. Her hand seized his cock again, 
began to stroke it then, before he was able to fend her off, she rose up and 
pressed her body against his, forcing him back into a prone position across 
the width of the bed. 

"Damn it, Carla, I'm trying to tell you..." Harper began, but then he 
stopped as his wife began to trail her soft, moist lips along the side of 
his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his hirsute chest. She 
nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue back and forth 
across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the girth of his large, 
protruding, but well-muscled belly. He groaned at the stimulations her 
expert lips were sending through his body, thrust his hips down hard against 
the satin spread. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his cock now, over 
his testicles, reaching under his body to probe briefly at the puckered ring 
of his anus, retracing their path back to his quivering penis. 

"The whole idea ..." Harper began weakly. 

"You can tell me what it is afterward, lover," she crooned. "Just relax now, 
Teddy, and let Carla take care of you." 

Goddamn it, she'd won again, Harper thought fuzzily, giving himself over to 
the prurient sensations of her lips and fingers. She always won, always got 
her way sexually if not in other matters; here in the bedroom, she seemed to 
be lord and master instead of the other way around. Not that he minded, 
hell, she was so damned good in bed that it didn't offend his masculine 
pride at all to have her get her way, mainly because her way was invariably 
the best way! 

Carla was poised on all fours now, kneeling between his widespread thighs, 
her head lowered almost to the tip of his upthrust cock, stroking the 
palpitating flesh lightly with first one hand, then the other, then rubbing 
it gently between the palms of both hands, further arousing him until moans 
of joy rendered from his lips. 

"Goddamn it, hurry up, baby, hurry up!" he groaned. "Suck it, suck it, suck 
it\" His hips thrust upward, but she pulled her head back out of reach, 
chuckling softly, still stroking and manipulating his cock and balls. Then 
he reached up and entangled his hands tightly in her hair, trying to guide 
her head down to meet his forward-leaping manhood. His head was lifted off 
the bed, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features of her beautiful 
face, poised there above his loins, and his brain reeled with the mental 
image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in and out of her ovaled lips; 
he was excited beyond all recall now, he had to have her suck him off! He 
could feel the semen beginning to boil in his testicles, and he knew it 
wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his shaft like a flow 
of hot molten lava. 

"Hurry, hurry!" he whispered hoarsly. "Suck it, baby suck it!" 

Suddenly, Carla plunged her head forward and down. Harper felt the 
incredible, hot moist softness of her lips close over the sensitive head of 
his cock, felt her firebrand tongue Hck circles of liquid fire around. and 
around it, flicking into the glans opening, drinking up the lubricating 
fluid oozing there. His hands in her hair tightened and he thrust his loins 
upward, driving the length of his massive prick deep into the soft, warm 
folds of her mouth, feeling it slam against the back of her throat. 

"Ummmmmmmmm!" she mewled around her husband's hardened rod of flesh. 

"Aaggggggghhhhhhh!" Harper cried in lust-crazed agreement. 

Carla drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness 
of the glans again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the 
blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with all the 
practiced expertise of the accomplished female lover. He watched her 
convoluted lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth 
pucker outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length 
of his rigid tool. 

The sight of her sucking him never ceased to increase his arousal, and his 
loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse 
disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of 
it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between her lips. 

Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke, was like a 
separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the head jerk and 
convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own. She 
sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was doing, her 
concentration as full and complete as that of a scientist. Her breasts 
danced wildly below her pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting picture he 
was viewing. 

"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Harper urged her on, dropping his head back on 
the bed heavily, closing his eyes and pretending for a brief moment that it 
was Sally Daniels sucking him, that it was SaUy Daniels' round, 
lipstick-rimmed little mouth around his huge cock. Well, it would be, all 
right, soon enough; he'd fuck her one of these days, he was confident of 
that, and with the fucking went the sucking; that was irrefutable. He'd 
shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat and into her belly, and 
she'd be begging him for more! 

Carla slaved below, her body glistening from pustules of lust-sweat. The 
pressure grew and grew in Harper's balls, and he shoved his loins up hard 
against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in his 
desire for the final release of the maddening buildup of semen in his 
scrotum ... and then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the 
first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. 

He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in 
agony. His cock began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without 
advance warning Carla's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning 
semen, bloating -her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to 
swallow wildly to keep from choking, mewling and crooning and tickling his 
balls with the tips of her fingernails. 

"Keep ... sucking!" Harper cried. "Lover, keep sucking, keep suckingggggg!" 
His hands were working spasmodically in her hair now, ramming her head down 
harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in her throat. And then, with 
one last mighty groan as his wife crazily sucked at the juices of his lust, 
he emptied the final drops of his sperm into her mouth. 

Carla continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every 
last drop of his load, until the satiated penis began to gradually deflate 
in her mouth. Harper flung his arms outward on the bed in exhaustion, a 
great sigh of absolute fulfillment emitting from his lips. His wife lay for 
a long moment between his outstretched legs, her head on his thigh, still 
nibbling gently at the limp cock settling down into the cradle of his balls. 

Finally, she crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth. He accepted her 
tongue hungrily as she thrust it into his mouth, even though droplets of his 
white sticky cum were drooling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her 
glistening lips. "How did you like that, lover?" she whispered. "As good as 
always!" he enthused. "Hell, better! It gets better and better!" 

Carla kissed him again, and then said, "Now, I'm ready to hear your plan of 
action regarding the Daniels'. After which," she added, smiling down at him 
with her eyes sparkling hotly, "you may return the favor of my sucking you 
by eating my pussy until I cum as well as you did. Sound good?" "Sounds 
goddamned good!" "But first tell me your idea ..." "Well," Harper said, 
"it's simple enough. Like I started to say before, Phil was complaining 
about not being able to work on his novel because of all the interruptions. 
What he wanted to do, he said, was get away somewhere, alone, where he could 
really get to work. Remember?" "Yeah." 

"Suppose we provide him with that retreat he mentioned?" 

"You mean, our cabin at the beach?" 

"Exactly," Harper told her. "It's perfect." 

"Do you think he'll accept the offer of the cabin?" 

"Hell, why shouldn't he? He can't afford not to accept, can he?" 

"Baby," Carla said admiringly, "I do believe you're a genius. But suppose 
Sally wants to go along with him?" 

"I doubt that," Harper said. "When he said he wanted to be alone, I think he 
meant just that. Completely alone, without even his wife. I'll call him 
tomorrow and put the idea to him, and we'll see if I'm right" 

"And if he does accept, then I take over?" 

"You take over," Harper said. "I'll tell him you'll meet him up there, show 
him where everything is and so on. Then you're on your own." grinned. "I 
have no doubt what'U happen then." 

"And you'll be doing what?" 

"Dropping over to see Sally Daniels," he answered. "I'll suggest that she 
and I take a ride up to the cabin, so that she can see what it's like. I'll 
say it'll be a surprise, that we'll all have dinner together. We'll drive up 
there ..." 

"... and just happen to catch sight of Phil Daniels and me fucking our 
brains out," Carla finishedo 

"Very good. You'll have to make sure the two of you keep at it for a long 
time, no telling how long it'll be before I get his wife up there." 

'"No problem, baby," she chuckled. "You know HT me ..." 

"Weren't the Harpers nice?" Sally said again as she and Phil walked into the 
bedroom of their home. "I was certainly glad to meet them." 

"Saved the night, that's for sure," Phil said. He sat down on the bed and 
removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I would 
have died of bordom." 

Phil stood up as Sally removed the spread and folded it at the foot of the 
bed then opened the covers. "Well, never again," she vowed as Phil settled 
himself back again. I guess writers are recluses at heart anyway." 

"No reason to put up with people you don't like." 

"I hope to see the Daniels again though. Maybe for cards like they 
suggested." She backed toward her husband. "Unzip me, will you honey?" 

Phil reached up and unzipped his wife's dress and then watched lovingly as 
she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the beautiful 
curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her long shapely legs and 
playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip, pushing the hem up 
abruptly before she had time to resist. 

"Oooohhh!" Sally gurgled, jumping forward from her husband's electric 
fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner thighs, 
her skin white and marble smooth and delicate. She tingled from his touch 
and stepped out of the pool of the fallen dress. "Oh stop it, stop itl" 

Phil grinned from his sitting position, and although he couldn't see her 
expression, he knew from their four years of making love that she was 
wincing with pleasure, her teeth bared with the first signs of sexual 
arousal. He continued to stroke his wife's ligs, moving his hand up to 
tantalize the pubic mound so provocative under the silk crotchband of her 
panties. She wiggled her hips as if in protest, but didn't step away. 

"Oooohhh, ohhh, Phil! Oh Phil! I love you!" Sally turned suddenly and flung 
herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him hard, cutting 
off the laugh he was teasingly giving her, and then they embraced 
passionately. 

I'm so lucky! Sally thought to herself, her brain swimming with her arousaL 
Landing Phil for a husband was the best thing she ever did. She must have 
been courted by at least ten other men, and Phil had been constantly 
surrounded by other women. Yet somehow she had won him away from all the 
other girls. He was going to be a success, she had implicit faith in his 
talent. 

And she was important to him. He had told her so many times, and she made 
herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in her power 
to help him and become a partner in his success. This key element to their 
marriage made her love him all the more. Of course he had, by nature of his 
profession, to be alone most of the time, and this was sometimes difficult 
for her to accept. There he was, cooped us in his study, so close to her all 
day and yet so far away. He was so wrapped up in his novel that it seemed 
that they weren't as close as when he went to work at the newspaper every 
day. In the evenings he was so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made 
love as many times as before and this worried her. Not that she liked it so 
very much. Oh, she did, but not as often as a man does, but because Phil 
didn't seem to respond as much as he used to. 

A slight spark of worry crossed Sally's mind as she hugged and kissed her 
husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had they grown old hat 
to each other? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its luster and Phil 
become bored with her? He didn't seem to be now, not with his heated lips 
pressed so tightly to hers or his quiet moanings from deep within his throat 
as his arousal became stronger, or the hard lump of his rising penis as it 
stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she concluded. He loved 
her more than ever. She darted her tongue deep within his mouth, feeling the 
roof and his tongue with her tongue tip. 

Phil turned his head away and smiled up at his wife. She returned his smile 
coyly, the fire in her eyes telling him that he was wanted and wanted 
badly.His hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tight alabaster 
mounds of her buttocks; a thrilled murmur escaped from Sally's lips. He 
moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic band of her 
panties, running his hands along the bare satiny skin. She squirmed beneath 
his ministrations, pushing her hot loins up into his hardening penis. She 
rotated her hips, nibbling his ear and neck with her mouth, and her hands 
gripped his shirt tightly with desire. 

Suddenly, Sally stood up and pirouetted. She arched her back and unsnapped 
her bra. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals from ivory 
rosebuds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby-kissed tips pointing at 
her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her 
panties and half slip and removed them in one easy, graceful motion, 
throwing them on the dresser beside her. She caressed her full rounded hips 
with her palms, lightly, wantonly, still smiling at her husband. Without a 
word she lay down beside him, stretching out along the kingsized bed, 
spreading her limbs. 

Shit! Phil thought, turning to stare at her xauty. There's no other woman 
like her, he had to admit, and she looks just as beautiful now as yesterday 
or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no denying that, and 
his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of the abandoned pose she 
had taken. 

He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the 
well-rounded perfectly formed curves next to him. She lay back against the 
pillow ^ her arms begging for him, her legs moving up and down, her toes 
digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. 

"Baby," she whispered softly. "Hurry ... please, baby, now ..." She squirmed 
her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the licentious effect her 
actions were having on Phil, enjoying the teasing exhibition of her body and 
the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him. 

Phil didn't waste any more time but pulled at his clothes, not even 
bothering to get off the bed. It took only a moment for them to fall to the 
floor in a disorganized heap, and then he rolled to a kneeling position and 
looked down at her naked form. His thick blood-engorged penis stood out 
hugely from his groin. 

"Mmmmm," Sally said softly. "That was quick, honey." 

"I'm ready, ready right now," Phil grinned down at her. He roamed his hands 
over her, playing over her thighs and breasts. They stopped to tweak her 
nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger down the valley 
between the high-set firm white breasts. He never stopped marvelling at how 
magnificent they were, especially considering how small the girl was in 
height. She was barely five three, but the parts that mattered were enough 
for any man. Her face was round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about 
it which made his lovemaking all that more enticing. It was like making love 
to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the 
passion overcome the natural reluctance of "the first time." 

Her long black hair was fine and silky and hung over her shoulders to curl 
across her breasts, highlighting the whiteness of her skin with its black 
strands. She had large breasts and filled her bra to overflowing with soft 
lovely globes, and between her spread legs which were shaped by a master 
craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which covered her pink 
vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement 
secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on her pubic hair. 

Phil leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he crushed 
his mouth against her groin, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of 
her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her cuntal lips with yearning 
heat. Sally moaned but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him. 

"No ... no ... not that Phil! You know I don't like you to kiss me there. 
No, please stop... please!" Her arms encircled his head and pulled him 
upward along her body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. 
"Kiss me on the lips, honey," she whispered, "Not down there ... please..." 

Phil didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his 
wife's body and ground his lips onto hers. This was the one flaw in an 
otherwise wonderful relationship, he thought. He had tried for all the time 
they had been sleeping together to show her the erotic arousal lips against 
vulva, mouth aroung penis, could produce. He had been sucked by other girls 
many times in the past before Sally and he were married. He wanted Sally to 
do the same to him, to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the 
velvet-like insides of her cunt-lips in return. He could shut his eyes and 
imagine that butter-soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his 
cock, and the very thought made his tense his loins, even as he kissed his 
wife on the mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his hot, 
white sperm into her throat as he had into others' throats and hear her 
mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so... and he wanted 
to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris between his teeth and 
holding it tightly as he ran his tonguetip around and aound her vagina until 
at last he plunged his tongue deep into the cavern of her pussy to soak up 
the secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving 
his tongue in her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse. 

He held her tight to him and felt her warm body as it undulated 
uncontrollably beneath his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against 
his penis until it throbbed with hardness. 

"Oh ... Phil!" Sally moaned. "Darling, darling, I need you so badly ..." 

"Yes ... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between her 
open thighs, and she rubbed her soft hair-protected loins against him in 
perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric 
thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed crotch. His cock 
seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light 
brush of her warm smooth skin. It jerked, jumping as though it was ready to 
spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he ran his tongue into her mouth, 
and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to 
send new shocks of rippling excitement through him. 

The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he entered her 
vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling explosion, crossed his 
brain. He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become 
a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but... but what? 
What was nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their 
lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after 
all this time and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to 
him been replaced by a complacency or familiarity; He loved his wife, but 
the spice was gone. He rifted his head and lay his cheeks against 

Sally's soft hair. 

"Is there something wrong, Phil?" she whispered; 

"What? Oh no, of course not." 

"But there is, Phil." 

"1 was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied. Sally began to shiver 
beneath him, her thighs rubbing his loins hungrily. "You want to make love 
to me, don't you?" "Yes, yes, I want to." 

"How ..." Her question was unexpected and sent an electrifying current 
through him. It was something new to hear her ask for a good screwing and 
then want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his cock leaped 
spontaneously with the added dimension. 

"Hard!" Phil replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!" 

"Oh Phil, do it now! I want you inside me ... now!" she cried. "I can't wait 
any longer!" 

He drew her closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the round smooth 
buttocks, his hand over the soft yielding crevice which halved them. Sally 
glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his 
fleshy hardness. Phil choked with the cool contact of her fingers around his 
cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. 

She strained the full length of her body against him, grinding and pushing, 
and then she spread her legs and thighs wide, and his penis poised proudly 
against the snug mouth of her waiting cunt, the thin, hair-lined archway to 
her innermost desires relaxing with the need for him to enter. She kept firm 
hold of his bulbous aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down 
between her open legs, swirling it around her tender, pink flesh until it 
now rested against her quivering cuntal entrance. 

"There, Phil... right there." 

He lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her 
widespread pussy and felt the hot rubbery passage clasp around his cock and 
absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently beneath him. 
"Uhhhh!" she murmured, and she leaned into his loins, trying to take more of 
him, and he levered his massive member to the full length of her cuntal 
tunnel. It was warm and tight as though he had been the first, and the 
fluids helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path. He 
thrust lustily until his blood-swollen head hit her cervix, and 
simultaneously his sperm-bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the 
firm muscle-taut cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his prick as 
she moaned, imbedded beneath his driving cudgel. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" Phil groaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely, 
feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained to meet his pounding 
jerks until her loins were inches off the bed. He angled his hips and drove 
into her, trying to establish a rhythm* She breathed a mewling sound 
incessantly, lifting her body to meet his forward attack, opening and 
closing her legs about his hips as she labored frantically to climb his 
solid pole, her head rocking from side to side in the abandoned supplication 
to their fornication. 

"Oooohh Phil, you feel so good! So good!" She whimpered in his ear and then 
licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yessss!" 

Sally gave another gasp and screwed herself tighter to his penis until it 
sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. He worked around and around in 
her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding 
cock, his tempo everincreasing. His shaft continued to surge like a wild 
beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to split down the seam, 
and the intoxicating pressure in his balls was enough to send him screaming. 
Oh God! Surely he was going to reach his orgasm soon, for surely he couldn't 
hold back much longer! He increased his speed and stroke, drubbing into her 
savagely as his balls whacked against her unturned thighs. 

Sally held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves crablike 
around his hips, only to slacken them for a second and then clamp harder. 
She began to babble incoherently which he knew to be a sign she was 
approaching her own climax, and he spurred her on with powerful long 
strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more fully to his 
battering attack, and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly against his 
ramming penis, and she rode his cock wantonly as though she never wanted to 
cease. 

"Ooooohh o . . Ooooohhh Gooooddd! I'm o.. I'm going ... goingto ... cum!" 
With a sudden deep-throated groan, Sally began to vibrate uncontrollably; 
and then Phil too released his own damned up passion. 

His cum churned through his boiling balls, up through the tube of his 
expanded cock and surged into his wife's wildly clasping cunt. He shoved his 
tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the globoid cheeks of her firm white 
ass closer around his pumping penis as he beat a wild tattoo against her 
with his still-emptying testicles. Sally wailed into his mouth, her questing 
thighs jerking spasmodically against, his belly while he discharged his 
overwhelming load of sperm voilently into her. Finally, he collasped across 
her, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewlings of 
gratification. 

As sanity returned to him, Phil edged his body off his wife and rolled over. 
Sally almost asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek, curled herself up in a 
child-like foetus position. He put the covers over her, and for a moment 
before sleep overtook him, Phil thought of her tenderly. In spite of her few 
old-fashioned hangups about oral sex, she was still pretty good in bed, he 
had to admit. As good as most women he'd had. 

He stared at Sally, trying to imagine her as a strange woman he had just 
finished fucking, fucking for the sake of fucking and not out of love. Like 
Carla for example, that beautiful creature belonging to Ted Harper, that 
sensual enticing all-woman. My God! He could just see her in bed hungrily 
sucking his cock, naked and wild! 

 Chapter Three 

Sally Daniels woke her husband with a sweet tender kiss the next morning. He 
slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his wife who held a bathrobe around 
her, and then he smiled, stretched his arms and yawned* 

"Morning, honey," she said. "Want some coffee?" 

Phil nodded, turned over and put his face to the pilloWo "MMmram," he 
murmured in a sleep-filled voice. Sally, by moving up from the bed, let the 
sunlight from the open window stream across his body, warming it beneath the 
covers. He dozed again until she reappeared. 

"You overslept," she said. "It's nearly nine," Phil sprang awake and gulped 
some of the coffee she had brought then jumped out of bed, all thought of 
resting there gone. He hurriedly dressed, walked out to the kitchen where 
Sally was frying some french toast. He sat at the dinette and watched her 
lithe young form as she moved gracefully around in her sheep nightie. Her 
bare legs were still tanned from the summer sun, and they were beautiful 
enough not to need stockings, he thought; even her small feet, not normally 
a beautiful part of anybody's anatomy, were cute to him0 He ate the french 
toast when she served it and even talked a little. Usually, conversation was 
a matter of grunts in the morning, neither of them very good at being 
friendly after just rising, but the coffee helped this morning, as well as 
the iovemaking of the night before. Sex was all important to a marriage, 
they both agreed to that. Again he had another momentary flash of imagining 
Ted Harper's wife in the bed with him, and not his wife, but Phil quickly 
dispelled the idea from his mind as totally unthinkable ... 

Sally had dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a white peasant blouse. 
The blouse was sheer enough to see through, and her bra molded her breasts 
like mountain peaks through fog. She was in the kitchen cleaning up their 
brunch dishes, and Phil knew that at twelve she was going to start the dish 
washer. 

"Must you?" he said out loud. 

"What?" Sally, not knowing to what he was referring, looked up, startled. 
"You mean the washer? No, baby, I don't. Of course we won't have any clean 
dishes. The washer is full." 

Phil realized he had snapped at her for no good reason. "I'm sorry, honey, 
I'm just upset..." He sighed and drank some coffee. "I've got to get away 
someplace to think." 

"I know," Sally sympathized. 

"Up to the mountains or someplace where I can go just to think about things. 
Our whole future is at stake. That's what I need: a place to do some 
soul-searching." 

Sally nodded in agreement, knowing full well how futile the idea was with 
their meager savings. As she turned back to her chore with the dishes, she 
thought about the week's food and how to cut down on the cost a little more. 
Hamburger instead of roast beef, hot dogs and casseroles and no desserts.., 
Phil went back to the paper, the dishwasher went on as promised, and with a 
muffled frustrated curse Phil stalked into the kitchen. 

"Hi." Sally said when he appeared, knowing he needed to get away" 

"like hell," he grumbled. He opened a beer and sat down in front of the 
television set to watch an old movie, disgruntled. 

At one, the phone rang. Sally answered it in the kitchen and then called to 
Phil. He walked in and took the receiver; to his surprise, Ted Harper 
identified himself. 

"Hello Phil, how are you?" Harper asked. 

"Fine. Say, this is a surprise.." 

"Well, it was really nice talking together the way we did last night, and so 
I thought I'd call and tell you so." 

"Thanks. Both Sally and I enjoyed it, too. You were a lifesaver." 

Harper laughed heartily. "Same here. Say, did I interrupt anything?" 

"No, no." 

"We have a cabin at Hidden FallSc It's not very posh, but it has a heater 
and electricity and running water, and you're welcome to use it if you want 
to get away." 

Phil was pleasantly agape. "Well Ted, that's very kind of you to offer ..." 

"Nonsense. Carla and I don't use it much anymore, and we'd like to have 
somebody up there. It's probably pretty damned musty and could use some 
living in so you'd be doing us a favor as much as we'd be helping you. 
Should have thought of it last night. What do you say? I won't take no for 
an answer!" 

"In that case ... why yes, I'll be glad to Ted!" 

"Fine! Great!" Harper said something to his wife about Phil accepting the 
offer; then there were muffled sounds and he came back on. "Say, Carla had a 
fine idea, Phil. She was some free time this afternoon so if you want to use 
the cabin immediately she'll meet you there. Around four, if that's all 
right. She'll turn on the gas and the electricity, show you where things are 
and give you the keys." 

"Sounds good," Phil said. "Let me talk to Sally. Just a sec." he quickly 
told his wife of their sudden good fortune, the Harper's generous offer. His 
excitement was obvious. "What do you think, honey?" he asked her. 

"I think it's marvellous," Sally said. Her voice was eager for him. 

"Do you want to come along?" 

She smiled ruefully. "Wouldn't you get more "thinking" done if I didn't?" 

"Well... yes, probably so." He smiled, pleased. 

"Then you'd better go alone, honey. It'll just be for the weekend, won't 
it?" 

"I guess it will. Though if the Harpers don't mind and things work out, I'll 
most likely want to stay. Take some time off work." 

"Well, I can join you later on if that's the case." 

Phil hesitated, looking at Sally for a moment and then decided that she was 
right. Lord, it would be perfect! "Sounds just great, Ted. Sally doesn't 
think she should go for the weekend so I'll be going up alone." 

"Whatever you say," Harper answered amiably. 

"How do I get there?" 

"Take 55 north until you reach Pollock. You can get directions at any 
service station. Follow Payette Road. Hidden Falls is about five miles north 
till you hit Crane Creek. Turn left and follow the road to Black Canyon 
Road, about a half mile in. Turn right there, and we're the fourth cabin on 
the right. Got all that?" 

"Got it." 

"Good luck, Phil." 

"Thanks. Oh, and Ted, I can't tell you what this means. If there's anything 
I can do for you ,.." 

"Forget it," Harper said. "That's what friends are for." 

It took less than an hour to pack the Pinto and there was an air of joy 
about the whole thing, for both the Daniels were elated at this stroke of 
good fortune. They talked about how nice the Harpers were to help them this 
way, and how much in debt to them they were. At last the car was loaded; 
Phil kissed his wife tenderly and drove away. 

The drive was pleasant, leisurely, and the miles went by quickly. Most of it 
was freeway and Phil was able to make excellent time. There was no fog and 
the sky was clear. Phil hummed a popular tune as he drove, as though he 
didn't have a worry in the world. 

The cabin at Hidden Falls was small and smelled of pine0 It was on a slight 
rise with a large side window overlooking a creek. The cabin was of 
rough-hewn salt-eroded redwood planks and the roof of redwood shingles 
sagged slightly in the middle; the porch was lobsided, but Phil couldn't 
have cared less. This was perfect as far as he was concerned, and the next 
neighbor was a good quarter of a mile away. No kids, no mowers, no street 
work crews, no telephone interruptions. Just the babbling of the creek. 

He drove up next to the bright red porsche parked near the porch. He assumed 
it was Carla Harper's car and that she was already there, for it was next to 
the house and the stone chimney was sending wisps of smoke into the crisp 
air. Phil felt strangely excited as he walked across the grounds and up the 
heavy plank steps to the front door. He knocked on it twice. 

There was a scrape of chair legs and then the tiny patter of feet. The door 
opened. Carla stood easily, her hand on the knob, the other hand grasping a 
freshly-made martini. 

"Hi!" she greeted Phil cheerily. "Come on in." 

He stopped, his mind stunned by Carla Harper's beauty0 She had been 
provocative at the party, but now this way, she was even more sensual. She 
wore short-shorts of bright orange, so tight as to show her pubic mound and 
its wide cleft clearly through the fabric between her thighs. Her long 
statuesque legs, bronzed even more than Sally's were bare and beautiful, and 
her belly was just as bronzed nude between the shorts and an orange halter, 
flat and wrinkle free. Her breasts were barely concealed by the tin strips 
of the halter, and Phil could almost see her nipples. Her light brown hair 
seemed shorter than it had the night before, and the pixie cut added to the 
vivacious effect her sparkling green eyes gave forth. 

"Come in, Phil," she repeated with a smile, moving aside with the fluid ease 
of a cat. She seemed to sense his hesitaion, for she laughed and took a sip 
of her drink. "What's the matter, Phil?" she asked coyly. "You look scared. 
I'm not going to eat you, silly!" 

Phil grinned, a little self-consciously, and stepped past Carla into the 
cabin's interior. The walls were constructed of unvarnished redwood, the 
ceiling was high, with exposed studs, and the furniture was old and 
comfortable, mainly rattan and old leather. There was a homey, comfortable 
atmosphere to the cabin, and the dim, filtered afternoon light added to its 
warm solidarity. 

As Phil crossed the bare wooden floor, Carla shut the door and followed him 
into the main living room. He could smell a faint, musky perfume, and the 
headiness of the odor made him slightly light-headed; images of candlelight 
and soft music and brandy in fine old crystal decanters flashed briefly 
through his mind. He shook his head, grinning his wry grin; hell, next thing 
you knew he would be getting romantic notions and half a hard-on, which 
would do him no good at all since Sally was miles away in Boise ... and 
Carla Harper was strictly out of bounds. 

Still, though, the lewd thoughts he had harbored about the voluptuous Mrs. 
Harper after making love to Sally last night returned momentarily; Christ 
yes, she would probably be one goddamned holy terror in bed, the way she 
walked, and smiled, and smelled was irrefutable testimony to that... 

Carla said, "Did you have any trouble finding the place, Phil?" 

"No, no trouble at all." 

"We were sure you wouldn't." 

"This is really nice of Ted and you, Mrs. Harper." 

"Carla." 

"Well, all right... Carla." 

"It's our pleasure," she said. She smiled warmly at him, and her eyes in the 
pale light were dancing with hot, sparking embers. "Would you like to take 
the guided tour now, Phil?" 

"Yes," he replied. "That would be nice." 

The cabin had four rooms in addition to the huge main living room. There 
were two small bedrooms, each equipped with a large double bed and a 
dresser; a tiny kitchen with a stove and refrigerator; and a circumscribed 
sun porch with floor-to-ceiling windows running the width of the dwelling, 
which looked out on an oblong, fenced-in rear yard with several pieces of 
lawn furniture and quite a few large shrubs and bushes. Carla concluded the 
tour on the sun porch. 

"Well," Carla said, smiling at him, moistening her lips with the tip of her 
tongue. "Are you planning to do any "thinking" tonight?" "I don't know," 
Phil mused. "Then you wouldn't be averse to having a drink with me, would 
you?" 

"Why ... no, not at all. In fact, I think I could use a drink after the 
drive." 

"Would you mind doing the honors, sir?" she asked lightly. 

Phil grinned. "Not at all." She reached out and took his hand. "Follow me. 

He allowed her to lead him back into the living room. The touch of her 
fingers on his hand had an odd, tingling effect on Phil; it was as if there 
were tiny, hidden electrodes beneath her skin, vibrating through to his 
flesh. He felt a certain dryness to his throat, and his eyes were on the 
undulating rhythm of her rounded ass through the tight orange shorts. Damn, 
but she was a hell of a sensual woman! he thought. If he wasn't married ... 
well, there was no use thinking about it, getting himself all worked up over 
nothing. 

There was a roll-out bar near the large stone-and-mortar fireplace at one 
end of the living room. As she slid the compact unit out of the redwood 
wall, Carla said, "I'm afraid we really don't have much of a liquor supply 
here. We seldom use the cabin." 

Phil bent over to peer at the bottles. "Scotch, vermouth and dry sherry; and 
... what's this?" He lifted a large bottle of amber liquid from the shelf. 

"Amaretto," Carla said, smiling. She was standing very close to Phil now, 
her hand brushing lightly against ^his arm. "My favorite! Do you like it, 
Phil?" 

"I don't think I've ever had any." 

"It's very, good," Carls told him. "It's an Italian liquor. Tastes very 
mellow." 

"Well...," Phil said dubiously. "How do you mix it?" . 

"You don't," Carls said. "It's served in a tumbler. I'll get two from the 
kitchen." 

She moved away, returning moments later with the brandy glasses. Phil had 
put the two glasses on the bar face and he uncapped the bottle and poured 
some of the clear liquid into the glasses. 

Carla lifted her glass, waited until he followed suit, and then said, "A 
toast. To your change of jobs and your success." 

"Thank you, ma'am." Phil sipped the drink, found that it did tast mellow and 
that it wasn't at all bad, in fact it was delicious. 

"Like?" Carla asked. 

"Hmmm!" 

"Shall we sit down on the couch?" 

"All right." 

They sat down. It seemed to Phil that Carla sat rather close to him. She 
crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, tightening the material of her 
shorts into the sharply-defined slit of her crotch, making the folds of her 
pussy bulge out in bas-relief the brilliant orange of the material. She 
leaned forward slightly, holding her drink in one hand, so that a good deal 
of the creamy white mounds of her full, globular breasts were exposed to him 
- and just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples. He felt a slight 
flush start on the base of his neck, but he wasn't able to take his eyes 
from her provocative lushness. His cock spasmed once, twice, beneath his 
trousers with beginning arousal. Quickly, feeling a little ashamed, he took 
a long deep pull at his glass draining the Amaretto. "I'll make us another 
one," Carla said, taking a healthy sip of her own drink. Before he could 
protest, she slid off the settee, took his glass, and went to the bar" She 
was chuckling quietly to herself as she refilled their glasses from the 
bottle. The liquor was one of the world's finest and most subtle 
aphrodisiacs, though most people were una ware, of the fact; she'd been 
drinking it for a number of years, and knew the effect it had on the 
masculine libido after three or four. It increased her own sexual fervor, 
too, though she could control herself if she felt like it; not that she was 
going to feel like it, of course. Yes, Phil Daniels was hers now, no 
mistake. She felt initial droplets of fluid begin to flow from the sensitive 
walls of her cunt as she thought about what would be taking place within the 
next hour. Oh, she was going to throw a fuck that young Phil Daniels would 
never forget! 

Carla carried the filled glasses back to Phil and handed him one. She was 
aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced every now ond then at the front of 
his pants. She could see his cock pulsing there, jumping spasmodically from 
time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly, and her cunt juices 
began to flow faster with increased anticipation. The second drink 
disappeared even more rapidly than the Jfirst, as she knew it would, and she 
quickly poured him another one. He didn't protest at all but drank thirstily 
from it when she gave him the glass. 

Phil felt a warm relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks were 
beginning to have an effect on him, he knew that, but the feeling was so 
pleasant that he really didn't care. So what if he got a little drunk 
tonight? Why not celebrate? The use of this cabin, and the philanthropy of 
the godsends that were the Harpers, merited celebrating; and, of course, it 
wasn't every day that a man had the opportunity of getting mildly looped 
with a woman as beautiful, as provocative, as Carla Harper. 

She was really something, he thought admiringly. She exuded pure animal sex, 
like a kind of miasma encompassing her invisibly as she walked, moved, 
spoke. What he'd like to do, really like to do, would be to reach out at 
this moment and take her in his arms, kiss her, love her up a little ... oh, 
not anything more than that, he wouldn't fuck her or anything, but Lord it 
would be nice to kiss those soft red lips, caress those hot-looking white, 
breasts, tweak the nipples into rock-hardness, take each one in his mouth 
and roll it around and around his tongue ... He felt his cock jerk into 
sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were straining for 
release from its cloth prison. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the 
lewd thoughts swirling in his mind, but it remained throbbingly blood 
swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Carla's face. 

She was looking at the bulge in his pants! And she was smiling! 

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

"I... well, I...," he stuttered. 

Carla laughed deep in her throat. 

"Carla, I... I'm sorry, it's just that I..." he faltered. 

"I know what it is," she whispered. "I know why you have a hard-on, Phil." 

His breath quickened at her vernacular term. 

"You... you do?" 

"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she said. "That's right, 
isn't it, Phil? You do want to fuck me, don't you?" 

"Oh God!" he managed to breathe. His cock seemed to be palpitating wildly in 
his pants now, and his brain reeled. Had he heard correctly? Yes, yes, of 
course he had. But why was Carla talking to him like that? What was the 
matter with her? 

Oh Christ, he could feel his balls begin to ache from the pressure of his 
gathering sperm; he really needed it, he really did, and Carla Harper 
talking to him like that wasn't helping matters any. Didn't she know what 
might happen, saying obscene words like that to a man? Didn't she know? He 
took another long swallow of his Amaretto and found that his hand was 
trembling slightly. 

Carla leaned close to him, and he could feel her breath on his cheek, like 
the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. She touched his knee, lightly, 
but her fingers seemed to sear right through the cloth. "Well, Phil?" she 
asked. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me?" 

"Carla ... Jesus, Carla, cut it out! I'm .., only human..." 

"And so am I, Phil dear. So am I," she purred on. "My cunt is on fire right 
now. And the only thing that can put out that fire is a big, hard cock, 
Phil. I can tell you do!" And she reached out and touched the throbbing 
bulge. 

Phil almost lept off the couch in a convulsing reaction to the electrical 
shock of her touch on his sensitive penis, encased though it was. Carla 
stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him as he tried to pull 
back, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her breasts pressed hotly, 
softly against his arm, and her lips found his jaw line, traced a pattern 
upward along his cheek and then over to search for his mouth. Her tongue 
trailed a path of liquid fire along the skin of his face as her hand 
continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick. 

"Carla ... please, for Christ's sake!" 

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Carla repeated, droning the words in an 
almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist practicing her art on an unwilling 
but nonetheless hypnotizable subject. "You want to fuck me, Phil, you want 
to fuck me," 

"No, I... no! ... oh Christ, yes, yes, yes yes yes yes!" 

He couldn't help himself! The words tore from his throat, in a strangled 
kind of whisper that he scarcely recognized, and then his mouth was grinding 
against her, his tongue was flailing deep, deep into her mouth. Carla's hand 
began to move faster on his turgid prick, and she sucked and nibbled at his 
tongue, swirling her own tongue around and around his, darting it into his 
mouth and then drawing it back to accept the onslaught of his probing 
member. 

Then, as if with a will of its own, Phil's left hand came up and found her 
breast, squeezed and kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the 
orange halter to draw the garment down and away, exposing her nude breast 
with its fiery nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the wetness from 
the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hardening tip of his 
prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness until he 
thought the head would surely erupt! 

And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her 
magnificent tits and his cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact 
of what he was doing struck Phil's mind like a mailed fist... My"God! he 
thought wildly ... No, this is wrong, all wrong, I'm a married man, a 
happily married man ... this is wrong, it's sick, Jesus ... what would Sally 
say? What would she say if she could see what was happening right now, my 
hand on another woman's tit and that woman's hand stroking and rubbing my 
cock... I can't go through with it, I just can't! 

The guilt was so strong within him that he wrenched violently away from 
Carla, pulling his mouth from her, turning his body so that her hand left 
his bulging lap. His face was flushed a brilliant crimson, partially from 
shame and partially from his intense arousal. He averted his eyes, looking 
at the far wall, breathing deeply, raggedly. 

"What's the matter, lover?" Carla asked casually beside him, and then, with 
full feminine perception: "You're having an attack of conscience, aren't 
you? You're thinking about your wife." 

"Y-yes," Phil managed to answer. "What... what are we doing ... what we were 
leading up to ... Christ Carla, it was crazy, it was all wrong." 

"Was it?" she asked. 

"Yes ... of course ..." 

"I don't think so," she said. 

"Yes... yes." 

"You want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me," she teased in that 
droning voice of hers. "You know it and I know it. So why pretend any 
different, Phil?" 

"God, Carla!" 

"It's purely a physical matter." she continued. "You want to get into my 
soft, wet pussy, and I want your big cock inside me. That's all," her lewd 
words floated across to his mind. 

"I... I love my wife!" 

"Sure you do. And I love my husband. But that doesn't have anything to do 
with us, with here and now, with fucking." 

No, no I don't want to hear any more! Phil thought with gathering panic. 
It's wrong, it's wrong, but what she says is true in some ways, you don't 
have to love a woman to want to fuck her... but no, damn it, no, I can't do 
it! 

He jumped up from the couch, standing with his back to Carla, staring at the 
wall again. His heart hammered violently in his chest, and he was aware that 
his prick was still granite-hard in his pants, that it was still seeping hot 
droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose himself, find a way to get 
Carla to leave, or better yet to leave himself, to get far, far away from 
her and to. hell with getting away from monotony! 

Carla's voice whispered huskily behind him, "Phil, lover." 

He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when he saw 
her the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and his eyes 
seemed to bulge goiter-like ... She stood before him completely nude! 

She had unhooked the halter and stepped out of the brief shorts; the 
articles of clothing made a puddle of brilliantine color on the bare floor 
at her feet. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head and 
shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, 
bronzed hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth 
slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet, 
petal-like, hair-lined lips of her cunt were presented to his eyes, waiting 
for a huge, plunging weapon to stab into her. The brown triangular bush of 
her pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her high, 
perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep tan of 
her other parts, jutted out like twin, inviting ruby-crested mountain peaks, 
waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. Her legs, so long, so 
slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their inner thighs, were moist with the 
flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth. 

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

"Carla..." Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He 
couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, 
at her completely lewd, wanton pose, and his cock began its maddening 
pulsations again in his pants. 

Carla slowly and teasingly lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and 
began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky sides 
from the outer swells of her breasts to her flanks. Then she cupped her 
tits, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting 
him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh. Then her hands were 
stoking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of her 
pink-tinted nails were just touching the golden brown fleece of her pubic 
triangle. She held that pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her 
slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed across her belly. 

Phil stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured 
totally and completely by the strange fascinating allure of this woman 
before him, the absolute lustful sexuality of the scene he was witnessing. 
His penis seemed to be screaming with his ever-increasing arousal ... Then, 
slowly, Carla's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower 
through her soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening pink 
slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb, and 
forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening lips and 
spread them slowly, slowly, apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her 
erect clitoris to Phil's lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, then, 
she traced down, down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature 
phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and 
round, sending more rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner 
thighs. And while she stroked her clit, rubbing her finger in maddening 
cadence along the gaping crevice of her wet, pink cunt, she began to talk to 
him in her droning, mesmeric voice. 

"I want to fuck you, lover, I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked 
before. I want to put my linger in your asshole while you're fucking me, and 
I want you to do the same for me! And afterward, I want to suck your big, 
throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll lick your 
asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to 
kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking biting and 
kissing my clit, I want..." 

On and on she intoned, and the words, the absolute perverted obscenity of 
what he was hearing, lashed Phil's mind into a swirling frenzy! Oh Christ, 
he had to have her! He didn't care about Sally, he didn't care about 
anything now, the only thing that mattered were Carla's lewd, vile words in 
his ears, the sight of her manipulating her own genitals in surging billows 
of heat in his scrotum of his cum churned and rolled, begging for release. 
He had to have her, yes, yes ... 

He had to fuck her! He just had to! 

As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself 
objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him closer 
to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her clitoris as 
he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her 
victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her, touched her shoulders 
... but then she was moving back away from him, saying softly, "Not here, 
lover. In the bedroom." 

He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his 
body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. She led him into one of 
the two bedrooms, stepping over to the bed, lying back on it with her legs 
spread as wide as she was able to splay them. "Get naked, lover," she 
whispered up to him. "I want to see the big rod of yours. I want to see how 
well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover. Let me see it." 

With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Phil undid his belt, took off his 
trousers, his shirt, stepped out of his shorts. He stood there before her, 
as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raged shaft standing 
out at right angle from his loins, quivering, drooling fluid from its blind 
eye. 

"Oh, it's lovely, Phil, just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She 
laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell me 
you want to put it inside me." 

"Yes ... yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words reaped from his throat 
hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" 

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!" 

"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?" 

"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I 
want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you've never been 
fucked before!" 

"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!" 

A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Phil's being and 
he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the enveloping 
fold of his arm, not caring about anything but this soft, warm, 
musky-smelling woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly, aware 
that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self-loathing, but at 
that moment he didn't care! 

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

Carla's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the 
hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the cheeks of his ass, 
exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted island and the inveterate 
explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of liquid, against her 
thighs, pressed into the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched for 
a moment, levering their entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. 

She reached under her buttocks, then, with both hands, pulling her vaginal 
lips slowly apart, giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive 
flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing crevice. 
She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid shaft trapped 
hotly between her down-soft thighs. 

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

"You feel good, lover0" she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock 
feels the best of alio" Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red 
welts in their sharp path. 

Phil pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her 
ass in the palms of sweat-slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. 
He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as 
her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation 
up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on 
either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, 
pulling him tighter to her. 

"Oohhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me now, Phil lover, fuck me, fuck me, 
fuckkkkmeeeeeeee!" 

He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward and 
her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his palpitating 
cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Phil groaned animally 
as she felt her hands move his prick up and down between her legs, running 
the length of crotch, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with the 
sensitive, blood-excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another 
second. Now! He had to fuck her now! 

He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his huge, 
rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry pussy, 
drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash. 

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him. 

He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod, 
consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping 
vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls 
slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the mooned cheeks of her 
ass. 

"OOooooohhhhhhhh!" she screamed again. "Ohhhh, that's it, lover, that's the 
way to fuck me, that's itttttt!" 

Phil ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath him, fucking 
into Carla with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her 
loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking, 
already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under his 
pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as 
she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her 
head flailing from side to wild, insane abandon. 

"Ohhhh, it's ... good, lover ... good like I knew it would be ... oooohhhhh 
yessssss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in my ass! Do it 
now, Phil, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and make me scream for 
you!" 

Obediently, Phil reached under her, between her rotating buttocks as he 
drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. He stretched 
the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then dipped his middle finger 
toward her anus, found it" A small stream of warm moisture was running down 
the widespread crevice from where he was fucking into her. It lubricated the 
tight puckered anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment. 

Then, he thrust forward with his middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery 
opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and 
his finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her 
anal passage. She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet, 
slapping sound at the sudden, lancing pain of his digital entrance. And then 
she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaagggghhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I 
like it, I like it!" 

He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle, "Oooooooohhhhh! 
Yesssss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!" 

Despite her cries, he felt Carla suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back 
down on his worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand. He 
waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and 
passion from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating 
her two passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding in and out of 
her wet cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of 
his monstrous rod, impaling her on two strong, hard, immovable objects. She 
groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing and expanding 
inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite 
pleasure building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If 
he didn't cum, he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he 
had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never,.! 

He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers 
simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder, in 
time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her 
rectum. 

She gripped him tight between her imprisoning thighs, opening and closing 
them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and he knew that Harper's 
wife was approaching her orgasm. He continued the merciless thrusting of his 
cock and his linger with all the strength he possessed in his muscled body. 

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

"I'm ... there___oh God I'm there! I'm cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg! Oooooohhhh!" 

The words burst from her throat in a low, savage wail] piercing his 
eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her 
widespread crotch was presented to his heaving pelvis. Her ankles locked 
over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, 
uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him, Phil felt the 
warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering 
cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as she locked herself up 
on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as her loins spasmed 
convulsively against his belly,, And then the great, swirl of heat which 
were building, building in his testicles became unbearable, and he gasped 
again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush 
from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock. 

He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a seemingly 
never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm 
inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last final droplet, an 
eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, 
with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer-like threads of semen 
along her belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath 
wheezing forth like a gaffed sea bass. 

A long moment passed and Carla said quietly, "That was lovely, Phil. It 
really was lovely, I don't know when I've been fucked so good." 

He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He knew 
he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, shame, 
self-deprecation. But they weren't forthcoming. He felt only like a 
full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and 
in turn been satisfied himself, he felt a certain power, a certain 
complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his masculine ego. With Sally, he 
had never known that feeling, had known only a vague, veiled sense of 
inadequacy and frustration, as if there were something the matter with his 
lovemaking which prevented him from really arousing her deepest, hidden 
emotions. 

Sally. His wife's name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small part 
of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile man fought 
the thoughts away, and he simply lay there, feeling the warm heat of the 
woman next to him, smelling the must of her perfume and the permeating odor 
of their consummated lust. 

He felt Carla stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, 
hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening with 
the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said. "I'm going to teach 
you things you never even knew existed. Would you like that?" 

He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt a 
tremor course through his loins. Could he get another hard-on so soon? Was 
that possible? "Yes," he answered. "Yes, teach me, teach me!" 

Carla's head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue 
flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glans opening, causing a thin 
oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear into her 
eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his 
prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasm 
juices before they could fully coagulate on his genitals. She smiled as she 
bent to her task, for Phil's prick was beginning to show signs of hardening 
again, was stirring beneath her expert oral manipulations. She drew her head 
back and let him see her smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your 
lovely cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. 
Would you like that?" 

"Yes... oh, yes!" 

"After that, we'll take a towel and go out in the rear yard. We'll 
sixty-nine under the open sky. Have you ever done that before Phil?" 

 Chapter Four 

When the doorbell rang, Sally Daniels was busily vacuuming the living room. 
With Phil gone, she had decided that it was a good time to do a little 
spring housecleaning; she had been hard at that chore, rearranging 
furniture, waxing floors, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning out closets and 
cupboards, since he'd left for the Harper's cabin some two hours earlier. 
She hadn't even paused to fix herself nothing to eat. 

At the sound of the door bell, she switched off the vacuum and ran one 
slender hand through her long raven hair. She looked down at her attire, 
jeans and a peasant blouse, and ruefully hoped it wasn't anybody important 
like Phil's boss or somebody, even though she knew that was ridiculous. She 
padded across to the door and opened it, and her eyes widened in momentary 
surprise. But then she smiled warmly and said, "Why... hello, Ted! This is a 
pleasant surprise!" 

Ted Harper smiled cheerily at her. "Hi, Sally looks like you've been doing a 
little housework." 

"A lot of it, actually," Sally corrected lightly. "Won't you come in?" 

"Thanks." He stepped in past her. "Nice little place you got here," he 
observed. 

"Well, it's pretty small. As soon as Phil finishes the novel, and we get the 
rest of the money according to his contract, we're going to move into 
something a little larger. Can I get you something, Ted?" 

"No, thanks. Listen, Sally, the reason I dropped over is that-1 had a great 
idea. I was sitting home, staring at the television, and I got to thinking 
how you were likely home all alone, too. Well, since our spouses are both at 
the cabin in Hidden Falls, I said to myself, "Why shouldn't Sally and I 
drive down and meet them there? We could all have dinner together, to sort 
of celebrate things." He grinned down at her, "What do you think of the 
idea?" 

"Well... I don't know ..." 

"I don't think he'd really mind. After all, this is the first day up there; 
he's going to have many more of them to be by himself. I thought it would be 
enjoyable for all of us." 

"Well...," Sally said again. "All right, maybe it would be fun at that. 
Shall I change my clothes?" 

"Heck, no," Harper answered. He waved a hand to indicate his polo shirt and 
sports slacks and canvas shoes. "Casual, that's the epitome of sartorial 
elegance, as far as I'm concerned." 

Sally chuckled appreciatively. "Okay, then. But it my husband is angry, 
you'll have to shoulder the blame." she teased. 

Sally grabbed her purse. She debated briefly putting away the vacuum, and 
straightened up a little more, and then decided that that could wait until 
tomorrow. She would have plenty of time for continued housewifely chores 
then. 

Gaily, she took Ted Harper's arm. "Shall we go, sir?" 

They were both laughing as they climbed into Harper's impressive blue El 
Dorado ... 

The drive from Boise was beautiful and relaxing, and Sally sat next to Ted 
Harper with pleasure. She talked continually, usually about nothing in 
particular or especially important. Things were finally going well for her, 
for Phil, and she felt the need to talk, to release some of her bubbling 
enthusiasm. Harper smiled and drove the Cadillac with one ear cocked toward 
the young, beautiful woman. 

Occasionally Harper would add something, but only to praise Phil, and this 
made Sally all the more glad that she had decided to accompany him. The 
miles passed swiftly, and the quiet comfort of the luxury automobile made 
the passage of time effortless. Yes, Sally was at the very height of 
happiness. 

Shortly Harper said: "Reach in the back, Sally, and open the ice chest, will 
you?" 

Sally turned her body, noticing the bright red styrofoam container balanced 
on the rear seat. Harper watched her as she moved, her legs stretching the 
elastic of her pants as she brought them up under her, as she swivelled to 
lean over the back rest. Her breasts were outlined against the thin peasant 
blouse, the material clinging to the bra underneath so that her protruding 
hillocks were shadowed and detailed provocatively. She flattened them 
against the cushions as she leaned, and Harper gave out an involuntary groan 
of desire, for he wanted to have his palms around those breasts, squeezing 
and kneading and pressing them into the same kind of shape. She kneeled on 
the seat, exclaiming, "Oh! What did you bring along, Ted?" 

"Open it and see, Sally," He brought his vision back to the highway, his 
tongue licking dry, hungry lips. "I wasn't sure whether Phil would have 
thought to stop for groceries, so there's some steaks in there, along with 
some leftover cole slaw and some other things." 

Sally laughed and squirmed her tightly-encased buttocks in an unconscious 
way. "You're probably right about Phil. I don't think he'd remember me, once 
he's there by himself. He's been so preoccupied lately." 

Harper chuckled. "Well, it'll all work out for the best, I'm sure. He'll 
make the right decision." 

Sally started to turn around again, but Harper stopped her., placing a hand 
on her upper thigh. "Grab the thermos in there, will you, Sally?" 

She hesitated from the touch of his friendly, almost too friendly, hand on 
her leg. Oh, his morals were unquestionable, of course, and she felt 
perfectly safe with him in the car.. " but still a faint, swiftly passing 
mental image of him, a perfect stranger, lewdy grasping and pawing her, 
rippled with cold dread through her mind, and she froze, shivering slightly. 

His hand stayed a split second too long, Sally thought, but before she could 
object or move away, or really become aware that the hand was the menace her 
intuition warned her it was, Harper placed it back on the steering wheel. 

"And a couple of those plastic cups, too," he added. 

It must have been her imagination, Sally thought, returning to comply-with 
his request. She lifted the lid of the case and on top of the cubed ice, 
packed next to the butcher-wrapped steaks, was a large, ribbed aluminum 
thermos jug. The cups were handily beside the thermos, and she took two 
along with the thermos as she rolled around to face front again. 

"What's this, Ted?" 

"Well, it was for tonight, but I've developed a thirst for some reason ...," 
he paused, smiling at her warmly but honestly. 

She unscrewed the thermos cap and poured a small cupful of its contents. 
"What is it?" 

"Tequila Sunrise. I made them before I left today." Again the open, frank, 
almost boyish grin crossed his features. "See that? I remembered." 

"Remembered?" For a moment Sally didn't understand, and then she recalled 
asking him to fetch her a drink at the Wycoffs party. "Oh, you mean..." She 
had to smile back. "Yes, it is my favorite drink... in fact, about the only 
one I really like." 

"Have some, then," he urged. 

"I don't know ... it's so early in the day!" 

"Go ahead. There's plenty." 

Sally poured herself a glass and slowly sipped the strong drink. As she did, 
a vicarious thrill, brought about by the teenage act of drinking in a car, 
completely blanked out her fleeting fear of a moment previous. "Mmmmm. This 
is good, Ted," she enthused. 

"I used to be a bartender years ago," he said proudly. 

Well, now, Sally thought as the car sped on towards Hidden Falls. This is 
really the last word, drinking hi the middle of the afternoon with a strange 
man in his fancy El Dorado! A little twinge of schoolgirl guilt made her 
giggle inwardly, and her mind recalled a long-ago drive-in movie when she 
was in her freshman year of college, and the bottle of wine her date had 
taken along, and her abandoned actions after the alcohol had gotten somewhat 
to her. 

Another shiver crossed Sally's mind, and the fuzzy picture of that night 
returned, as it had many times. That was the night after she had first seen 
a man's erect penis, standing like a sentry, guarding the trouser's open 
fly, and the first time she had handled one, though not allowing it to 
capture her virginity. But close, so close.. " 

Well, that was enough of that kind of thinking! She pressed her buttocks 
into the cushion, "Here's to Phil," she said. 

"Here's to him, all right. I hope he gets everything he deserves, Sally. 
Everything." 

She took a heavier swallow from her cup, the bittersweet liquid wanning her 
belly with comfortable fire. She had to watch it, she hadn't had anything to 
eat since breakfast, but before she could protest, Harper had picked up the 
thermos from the seat and refilled her cup, placing his empty cup down as he 
did so. She in turn refilled his. By the time they reached the turnoff to 
Hidden Falls, Sally was happier than ever. The liquor had soothed her into a 
mellow efferves- cence. As they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized 
the Pinto in front as Phil's and hers, and with a squeal, she said: "Are we 
there, Ted? Oh, is that the cabin? It's lovely," 

Harper had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach over 
and squeeze her leg again, but he remembered her rather negative reaction to 
his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. 

He drove up next to the Pinto and shut off the quiet engine and stepped out. 
The grass was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly as he 
could, and Sally latched the passenger door with femine grace, making not a 
sound. 

Perfect, he though, perfect. Now if everything was as planned .. 

Sally impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin. "They 
must be inside," she said. They walked to the front window and she peered 
in. "Oh, this is perfect, Ted. It really looks comfortable inside. But I 
don't see Phil and Carla." 

"Oh, they're around somewhere," Harper answered, his face slightly frowning 
as though he was somewhat worried. "The cars are here." Then he turned and 
smiled. "Perhaps they took a walk." 

Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Harper's and 
Sally's ear. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the cabin... 

"Oh, God, Carla, you fuck like a bitch in heat!" 

Sally froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude, 
lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, 
and she turned to Harper. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump 
of molten steel. "Wha-what was that?" she managed to stammer. 

"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like Phil!" he whispered. 

Harper, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Sally's tender hand. 
"C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!" 

"But, Ted ... " 

They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a 
woman's lips. Sally couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like 
Carla Harper's! 

"Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Phil! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me! 
Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhh ... !" 

Sally was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Ted Harper. She wanted 
to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility ... but 
yet an all too real reality! 

She felt like the heroine in a cheap Italian horror movie, about to open the 
iron-clad vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig 
her heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Harper's strength 
too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings growing 
louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct. 

"You like fucking me, don't you, Phil?" 

"Yes, God, I like it. I love it! Your pussy is like some magic perfume of 
the Gods, sweet, so sweet!" 

"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me." There was 
silence for a moment, and Sally heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or 
blanket as the man ... no longer just a man, but her Phil, her husband! ... 
turned to do as bid. Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her 
husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Sally let Harper take her to the 
rear wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she 
peered onto the mossy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance, and 
her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to 
scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, 
the outrageous defilation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly, she turned 
and buried her now tear-streaked face into the comforting broadness of 
Harper's chest. 

"Oh no.... no, no, it can't be! Not my Phil?" she moaned, her sounds of 
anguish muffled by Harper's body. "I don't believe it!" 

What she had so briefly seen was Phil and Carla Harper locked in the age-old 
embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a blanket, 
completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's hot, sweating 
bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's pubic area. They 
squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the wet, lewd sounds of 
their mutual sucking resounding through the fresh air. 

Ted Harper maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife 
moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock sawing 
between her lips, as he saw Phil's wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, 
tender flesh of her pussy. 

Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his 
cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Sally, feeling her 
lithe, firm curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost 
overwhelming desire to grab her, strip~*the few wisps of clothes off between 
them and join the couple on the large blanket. But he knew women well enough 
to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the 
horrified and helpless shock in Sally turned into anger and revenge. A 
scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and 
abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly 
work her into the temper he needed. 

"I don't believe it!" she gasped again. 

Harper smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively. "It's 
true, Sally. I'm afraid it's true." 

She shuddered. "They're acting like ... animals!" She tried to blank out the 
horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on the picture of 
Phil and Carla in their perverted pose. How could he do such a thing? She 
remembered the previous night, when he had tried to push his head down on 
her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him. And now he was doing that 
to another woman ... Then, almost hypnotically, Sally turned and saw again 
the fantastic sight before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible 
lewdness being performed on the blanket, and she gaped in disbelief, her 
eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Carla was at a fever petch, her 
ovalled mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping 
between her cheeks, and as Sally watched, Carla let the cock bury itself all 
the way up to Phil's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to 
view. My God! thought Sally, through her horror, Carla must surely choke 
with all of him in her throat that way. 

Sally Daniels sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread 
Carla's fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her vagina 
as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was in full 
view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Phil dropped his 
head again, and Carla's writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She 
moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Phil's head, her hips 
moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue. 

Involuntarily, subconsciously, Sally found herself beginning to yaw with 
Carla's undulations as Phil continued to lick the woman's pussy. "I can't 
stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements 
of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!" 

"No," he said. 

"But you can't... that's your wife, and ... we must stop them!" Her words 
were a jumble of incoherencey, almost idiot's babbling. 

Harper knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take 
her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more 
might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene 
now ... later, but not now___he turned her head away from the couple and 
looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed dyes. 

"No, dear. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now 
would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront them, but 
later, when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level-headed about this." 

"Then let's leave. Now. Take me home, Ted, please take me home!" 

Nodding agreement, Harper led her away from the bushes and back toward the 
car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll talk this 
over on the way back, like full grown adults." 

Sally managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain 
control, she let Harper hand her into the car. He poured another cup of the 
Tequilla Sunrises saying: "Here, Sally, drink this. It'll help ..." 

She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and she 
sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on the way 
here, she thought as Harper backed the El Dorado and turned around. If I 
hadn't had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I know I would ... 
She had never seen her husband so lustful, so wickedly provoked! 

Phil's cock, thought Carla as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large 
and gifted as her husband's! Yes, Ted had been right: the Daniels' had been 
an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Phil first was marvelous! 
All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill of a new prick, 
and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks! 

She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at this 
very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Sally 
Daniels, and that sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust-perverted 
senses" She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed and paraded in 
front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang 
fucked on stage in front of an audience! How lucky she had been to find such 
an understanding and cooperative husband as Ted Harper, and she returned to 
her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the credo of Phil's 
magnificent, hard cock. She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his 
pungent genitals, smeared as they were with her own lubricating juices, 
sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her, and she ravished her 
warm, wet tongue upon it. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide 
underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick 
foreskin, and then washed and played with it with caressing, lapping 
strokes. 

The crown of her head rested on his inner leg as she managed to slit the 
tiny hole in his smooth, bloated glans with the tip of her tongue, and then 
she returned to its base and the hair-covered sac of his testicles, the wiry 
hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips as her saliva dribbled freely 
down his testicles to be soaked up by the blanket. Carla removed his cock 
for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon air making Phil moan with tingling 
pleasure, and she took hold of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and 
down, up and down, as she coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, 
her lips bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Phil 
groaned again and raised his leg, making Carla move over him more fully, and 
then she squatted over him, her legs on either side of him, her own 
wide-spread cunt mashed to his face, while she trailed her tongue along his 
skin. She continued to manipulate him, to squeeze and jerk his cock with her 
tempestuous hand, the beat making him squirm and lift his legs and expose 
his beautiful brown anus0 

Carla continued to lick along the cord-like ridge between his widespread 
buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckered brown asshole, painting 
his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her tongue and 
ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum, while her own pubic 
area was burning with the fire-like lashes of his tongue and flaming sweep 
of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt. She was wild with frenzy, the 
sensations churning her belly and loins with erotic fermentations, driving 
her with breakneck speed to a crashing climax! God! She had to cum with his 
giant cock in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement 
of his semen, to suck him dry to the balls! 

Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his sperm-churning scrotum, and 
along his heavy, sheening, purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then 
she slipped her lips down over it again ... 

Phil grovelled in her cunt, her spasmodic rhythm in finely honed tune to his 
thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to this vamp 
overwhelmed him, still blotted out any thoughts except the delicious 
debauchery of which he was a willing partner. It had been like a scene from 
some stag movie, or a seminal-emitting wet dream, to lazily rise from a 
still-moist bed and move outside0 Ted Harper's wife had shown neither 
remorse nor the slightest hesitation, unlike the still modest wife of his, 
as she strutted around the cabin naked, her breasts jiggling proudly, her 
thighs and matted pubic hair enticing him, and he, too, found a strange, 
magical excitement at parading in front of her, his semi-hard, still 
blood-engorged cock dangling and swaying between the lumps of his spent 
balls, the free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight, 
entirely in the open... this has all been new to Phil, and tremendously 
arousing! 

Carla had made him fully hard again, and then climbed over him, taking his 
rod with her hand to lead it into her dilated, gaping crystal channel. She 
had fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the 
rubbery hard nipples of her breasts ... Wild, absolutely, mind blowingly 
wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another stream of sticky 
cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her pussy, and he had. He was 
kissing it now, while she in turn licked and teased his throbbing penis. How 
long had he wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pubic area and smell 
the tangy musk of a desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, 
now, with this vibrant, sensual female, he was doing just that. 

If only Sally, his own wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her 
mouth ... Oh God! He could feel his swollen member flow along the inner roof 
of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest. 
He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching, then 
relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, 
pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her cuntal slit, and she 
squirmed. Phil drew her over him, so that her palpitating, soft-rimmed pussy 
was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her tight around the 
buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue 
forward between the warm fleshy folds... he heard her gasp excitedly and 
renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. Carla jerked forward with his hot 
teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him harder. Her cuntal 
passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight 
rubber band, until he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded 
into her with tiny, mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, 
and then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and 
flick his tongue at the expanse of her pearl-white backside. He sucked and 
licked while she swayed her ass around his face, almost out of control. 

Then, her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her legs 
and his chin while he ran his saliva round her stretched vaginal hole. Phil 
could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides of his 
cheeks, and he plunged slave-like, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds as 
it burrowed deeper into her cunt with each wicked thrust. The .tantalizing 
odor which assailed his sex-flared nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her 
cunt and lubrications, her thinly sweat filmed skin, and the orifice of her 
anus, which was but scant millimeters from his eyes. 

He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm, 
slick pussy and he moved along to the pink bud of her asshole, rimming the- 
crinkled edge and darting inside her anal passage with stabbing thrusts, 
then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cuntlips, plunging into the 
secret valley of her desire to dicover her tiny throbbing clitoris. He began 
to suck and tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue 
reaming the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in 
the lewd dance of desire ... She Was almost ready to cum! 

Phil Daniels rammed his tongue deep down around Carla Harper's writhing 
hole, rounding and covering her viscous opening to bring yet further 
guttural moans from her filled mouth ... her soft warm thighs clenched him 
viciously and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as 
if the nibbling, hair-lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue 
by the roots, devouring it completely with all its might! 

Carla snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed the palpitating 
pussy against his face-as he mashed against the gluttonously tormented, 
flame seared vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her body 
and she pulled savagely on his penis with ever-increasing slashes ... then 
suddenly she stiffened, and Phil heard her cry aloud. "I'm ... I'm going to 
... going ... to .. c !" 

Her whole being seemed to explode over Phil, and he could no longer hold his 
climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm began to burst along 
its narrow tube... my God, it's never ... been this good___before! 

"I'm ... I'm cuuuummmmrniiiiinnnnnggggg!" 

Phil knew she was straining to climax, and she began to twist and wrench 
herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like a dog chewing a bone as he 
continued to pillage her pussy. The juices of her milking cunt flowed, and 
she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. 
Torrents of lubricating fluid spread their sticky warmth over his face and 
down his cheeks, until she grunted the last of her orgasm, her muscles still 
heaving spasmodically. He could still hear her in and out sawing movement as 
she suddenly thrust deep over his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her 
mouth as the first rain of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat. 

Carla's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot 
shooting jets of her semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum 
was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan beneath 
her as he rammed his penis yet deeper in her throat. His cock continued the 
pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his seering, hot semen 
drenching her gullet. Carla groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple 
paroxysmed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream 
which squirted hotly into her.. o she clasped her lips in a tight elastic 
ring around the jumping penis so as to not lose one precious drop-, and she 
twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly 
unending torrent until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. 

His groans of pleasure incited Ted Harper's wife to greater effort, and 
then, with one final spewing, Phil's cock began to slowly deflate in her 
mouth. Carla waited a moment, hoping for more. He lifted her head, his cock 
sliding from her glistening lips with a wet sucking sound ... She turned and 
smiled at Phil, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled 
down her lips and chin, and she greedily licked her lips ... 

 Chapter Five 

"Oh, my God, Sally .... what are we going to do about____them?" Ted Harper 
asked after a while. His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of deadly 
menace. The real, inner emotion of high elation was well hidden. 

"I don't know!" Sally dropped her head into her hands, tears streaming down 
her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony ... and she sobbed like a small 
child. "I never thought Phil would... would..." 

"Your husband is quite a lover," Harper said caustically. 

"I.. I don't call what they were doing ... making love!" 

"No? What was it then?" 

"It was ... disgusting!" Sally stared at him. "You can't approve of what 
they are doing, Ted!" 

"Of course not... you can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me just 
as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was doing it 
to!" Harper pursed his lips, intently looking out the window. "I was just 
referring to the oral acts they were performing." 

"Kissing people ... there ... is disgusting!" Sally said, cringing. "They 
were like animals! I'd have rather seen Phil actually... having 
intercourse... than ... what he was doing!" 

Harper smiled inwardly at Sally's reluctance to use the real words for what 
she saw and thought. How surprised she's going to be to say "fuck" and 
"suck", to beg him to fuck her and suck her, and want to fuck and suck him! 

But he only looked at Sally almost as a kindly doctor would an ailing 
patient, and replied, "Don't be too sure, Sally ... who can judge what 
should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults? ... 
Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness, and to make others happy., 
I certainly wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally right or 
wrong." 

"I... I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling on his 
argument, then she blurted, "But doing such things can't really make people 
happy!" 

Harper shrugged. "No? Well, they seemed to be." 

Sally started to sob uncontrollably again, her agonized torment gushing like 
rainwater from her eyes. Harper reached into the pocket of his jacket and 
handed her a clean white hanky. She wiped her eyes gratefully. She stopped 
crying again, and after a few choking sounds, tried to speak. 

"I guess you think I must be an awful fool to carry on like this. I... I'm 
sorry, Ted." 

"Don't be, Sally. No one can blame you for being upset after what you've 
seen today. God' knows I'm upset myself," he lied. 

They continued toward Boise, each locked in their separate thoughts. Sally 
was confused. She poured herself another Tequilla Sunrise almost 
mechanically, and tried to sort out the horrible afternoon rationally. Phil 
had always seemed happy with their lovemaking, although she had to admit she 
was ignorant about a lot of sexual matters. Did it really take such 
deviations to satisfy a man? 

No, it couldn't, it just couldn't! But... could it be that she was the one 
who was wrong? For the first time since she was married, Sally began to 
actually question her conservative values, wondering if she actually didn't 
know what it took to hold a man physically. At the same time she had no idea 
what to do about catching Phil with Ted's beautiful tramp of a wife. She 
loved Phil, in spite of this, and her heart ached for some way of repairing 
the damage he had wrought upon their marriage. Yet, where was her pride, her 
moral integrity? Could she leave him? 

Well, she couldn't just stand for this, she couldn't... and what about Ted 
Harper ... did he want a divorce, the ensuing scandal? Did she? Oh God, God! 
Sally slumped against the window, utterly dejected, her brain still whirling 
confusedly. 

Harper watched her smooth, firm body as she sobbed into the handkerchief 
again. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling the car over to 
the side of the road and fucking her crazy right on the spot! But he still 
had to wait a little longer, to keep up the facade of the outraged husband 
until he got her back to her house, or he might destroy the confidence she 
was building in him, or abate the anger she felt toward Phil. The first step 
had gone so well that he hated to chance losing it all on one sudden, rash 
move. So instead of anything physical, he spoke soothingly to Sally, a 
practiced skill from the long years as a glib-tongued businessman, and his 
words came smoothly and easily, building the gap between Phil and her and 
all the while closing the gap between her and himself. 

Less than an hour later, he parked the El Dorado in front of the Daniels' 
house. As he helped Sally out, Harper said, "I've worked hard, Sally, 
awfully hard over the years, and I'm not going to jeopardize my position." 
He looked at her; she was sitll agitated and shaking. "I haven't accumulated 
a lifetime of effort just to destroy it all with a foolish reaction ... or 
any ugly publicity." 

They walked along the path to the front door. Sally fumbled in her purse for 
the key. 

"No, honey," Harper continued as she ushered him in. "There'll be none of 
that, I promise you." He shut the door and leaned against it, smiling a 
faint, sardonic smile. "But they aren't going to get away with this, are 
they?" 

Sally turned to look up at him. "No," she said grimly. "They aren't going to 
get away with it, Ted ... they aren't going to!" 

Sally Daniels sat next to Ted Harper on the couch, her fifth drink, or was 
it her sixth? She couldn't really be sure how many she'd had in the car, 
clutched tightly in both her hands. Her mind was swirling with the pictures 
of what she had seen at Hidden Falls ... Phil kissing Carla on her pussy! 
Phil's large bloated penis almost completely consumed by the wet dripping 
Kps sucking voraciously on it as if it were some gigantic peppermint stick 
... Phil's contorted lust-expressioned face and Carla's as they groveled in 
one another's private sweating parts ... God! God! 

It was all there in her mind as vivid now as it had been when she'd 
witnessed it. She felt a little nauseous, a little ashamed, but yet deadly 
enraged. Phil had voilated a sacred marital trust, the very essence of love 
and their relationship! 

Sally didn't know what to do! She wanted to hurt him, do something to pain 
Phil as he had pained her, but that was unthinkable, because the only kind 
of retribution which this untenable situation warrented was doing the same 
thing, or at least the same type of thing, that Phil had done ... it meant 
making love to another man, and she simply couldn't do that! 

Or, could she? No! No! her mind repeated, over and over. No, that's liquor 
talking, liquor and shame and hurt talking; I really shouldn't have had all 
these drinks ... oh God, I don't know what to do! I don't know how to cope 
with a situation like this; who would ever have dreamed that I would have 
to? her mind screamed. 

Sally felt tears brim in her eyes, spill down over her cheeks ... crying 
wasn't going to do any good, she knew that, but she felt so wretched and 
miserable at that moment, so indecisive, that the tears were something of a 
defense mechanism to momentarily flood out the terrible hurt and still leave 
the questions unresolved, she let them flow freely, pouring from her eyes 
like cascading winter rain, sobbing brokenly without removing her hands from 
around the glass... then, dimly, she was aware of movement on the couch 
beside her. She felt a hand touch her shoulder, an arm go around her and 
draw her close; dimly she knew the clean faint cologne smell of a man, but 
the arm was strong and the odor was not at all unpleasant She allowed 
herself to be pressed close against a firm supporting chesty lowering her 
head there and crying deeply, dispairingly ... 

Ted Harper felt the warm resilient body pressed tightly to his own, felt the 
firm rippling muscles of her shoulder beneath his encircling arm, smelled 
the heady fragrance of her hair and her body. Hot shit! Oh it was going to 
be good, all right; it was really going to be good! 

Ted Harper felt a throbbing ache in his balls, and the blood was beginning 
to pound hotly in his rising cock, making little tingling sensations race 
back and forth across the swelling head. Jesus! He couldn't wait much 
longer, that was for sure! He had to have her soon, because if he didn't, he 
was going to blow his whole load in his pants! But he sensed that she was 
open and ready for a suggestion now ... she was ashamed and a little drunk 
and mad as shit ... and that it wouldn't take much to convince her what was 
sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander... he began to whisper softly 
against her hair, letting the soft strands tickle his nostrils, intensifying 
the warm pleasant ache in his now almost erect cock. 

At first his words were soft, mesmeric, quieting sounds. He took the glass 
from her lingers and placed it on the coffee table. Almost immediately Sally 
raised her hands and clutched at his shirt, bunching the cloth between her 
trembling fingers as she sobbed against him. He knew that the words, his 
nearness, were having an effect on her, though of course she couldn't be 
realizing it at the moment, would realize it only later when his next moves 
would send her beyond any recall. Sally Daniels was trusting him now, 
trusting his words and trusting the touch of his arm about her shoulders.. 
.just the way he wanted it! He began then to stroke the satiny skin of her 
shoulder and upper arm, gently, comfortingly, and in the same tone of voice 
that he had been using but with different words, now he intoned; 

"Don't think about it, honey ... don't think about the way your husband and 
my wife looked there on that blanket, the way their faces looked in the 
sunlight... don't think about what they were doing, licking and sucking one 
another, touching one another. Don't think about your husband and my wife, 
honey; don't think about it at all... " 

Harper could feel the firm warm breast pressing against his rib cage, could 
feel the nipple hardening somewhat there, and he smiled as he continued to 
talk. His words were having the desired effect on her; she was thinking 
about Phil and Carla of course, just as he had known she would. She was 
seeing them mentally as they had looked there at Hidden Falls sixty-nining. 
The images were in turn causing unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her 
own body, almost ready now, he thought; she's almost ready ... 

Despite her tears, the tortured confusion of her mind at the events of the 
afternoon, Sally was beginning to slowly experience an almost dreamy torpor 
as she remained enveloped in Harper's strong gentle embrace. His words 
seemed to flow like soft warm butter into her ears, soothing, hypnotic. She 
was aware that he was telling her not to think of what she, they had seen, 
of Phil's and Carla's joint infidelity but the vision was nonetheless there, 
unerasable, brought into crystal clarity by his soporific voice instead of 
dimmed into her subconscious. She didn't want to think about it, God knew 
that, but she just couldn't help it! She just couldn't help it! She sobbed 
into the thin material of Ted Harper's shirt, finding a certain security in 
his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare 
shoulder and upper arm. 

Then, and strangely, perversely, the images in her brain were starting to 
have a certain physical effect on Sally as well. She could feel twitching 
excited sensations deep within her belly, and her vaginal opening begin to 
secrete droplets of lubrication, moistening her white cotton panties under 
her blue jeans, causing her to open and close her thighs, open and close 
them in a gathering sexual rhythm ... her nipples hardened under the sheer 
peasant blouse. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, but 
the images were too vivid, and Ted Harper's maleness was too close, too 
exciting... yes, exciting was the right word! Ted was really quite an 
attractive man, certainly not repulsive in any way, and so kind and gentle 
and good___ 

Harper felt Sally Daniels trembling beneath his arm, trembling with 
something else now beside the racking sobs of her misery, and he thought 
that now was the time! She's ready, she's really ready ... oh Christ, I'm 
going to throw a fuck into her that she won't soon forget! I'm going to 
shove it all the way up into her cunt until she screams for me to cum, and 
then I'm going to fill her up with boiling hot sperm! 

Ted continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and 
lightly dpwn along the length of her arm, knowing that the motion was having 
an electric effect on her; she had stopped crying now, although her face was 
still buried against his chest, and her hands still clutched his shirt, and 
he sensed rather than heard a quickening of her breath under his caress. He 
brought his hand up, sliding it along her back now, down, down almost to the 
cruve of her buttocks, bringing it up to tease along the ridge of her spine; 
and all the while he was whispering words into her hair, words becoming 
bolder and bolder: "Don't think about them, Sally, the two of them making 
love... no, fucking, Sally, that's what they were doing, honey, they were 
fucking orally, but you mustn't think about your husband's hard penis in 
Carla's mouth, and you mustn't think about Phil kissing and licking between 
my wife's legs. You mustn't think about any of that, honey ..." he crooned 
as Sally began to breathe faster now. 

He could hear it and feel the heat of her breath through the shirt. Well, if 
there was ever any time to throw caution to the wind, it was now. Right now! 
He brought his hand up to her shoulder again, and then casually, lightly, he 
put it on the swelling mound of her breast and began to rub the pliant globe 
tenderly through the encasing jersey and bra. 

Harper heard the sharp intake of Sally's breath, felt the sudden stiffening 
of her body and the convulsive kneading of his shirt in her hands. But she 
made no effort to pull away, and he grinned widely, knowing that he had won, 
that she was his irrevocably now! 

He kept caressing her breast, running his thumb across the hardened nipple, 
his heart pounding in his chest and his cock leaping like a wild thing 
seeking escape from the cumbersome cage that was his shorts and pants. 

A warning voice in Sally's mind tried to penetrate the lethargic state 
Harper's words had evoked, tried to tell her that something was going to 
happen if she didn't put an end to it right now; and yet, somehow, his hand 
on her breast didn't seem wrong to her, not really! It felt so good! And 
Ted's voice, speaking against her hair, saying now: "We have to do 
something, baby; we owe it to ourselves. Turnabout is fair play, sweetheart, 
and it can be good that way, very good ... You want to hurt him, don't you? 
You want to hurt him for what he's done, don't you? I want to hurt Carla for 
what she's done; she deserves to be hurt and Phil deserves to be hurt!" 

His words spun and tumbled in Sally's confused mind as Ted Harper stroked 
her breast and held her close to him. Yes, he was right. Phil did deserve to 
be hurt, and the only way to hurt him was with her body, but did she dare do 
what she knew this situation would lead to if she continued to remain 
passive? Did she dare to be, herself, as unfaithful as Phil had been? 

Why not? Phil had been the one to despoil the sacrosanct vows of marriage, 
hadn't he? Yes, damn it, she dared to do it, all right; she was just hurt 
enough, just angry enough, just drunk enough, and ... yes, just aroused 
enough .. . that she would do it! 

Harper's hand had dipped under her sweater now, was trailing hot tremulous 
paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher to touch the 
tightly encased orbs of her tits, cupping first one and then the other. 
Sally's hips began to squirm against the softness of the cushions, and she 
turned her body slightly more toward him, pressing herself to him. Then her 
head lifted, her eye squeezed tightly shut, her lips parting wetly. 

Harper ground his lips onto her, completely engulfing her mouth with his, 
flicking his tongue forward immediately to slip past her teeth and into her 
mouth, to meet and entwine with hers. Pinwheels of light flashed in back of 
Sally's eyes at the sheer physical impact of his kiss, and her hand lifted 
from his shirt front to encircle his neck, press his head tightly, molding 
their mouths together like molten metals fusing into one. His hand was 
pushing her bra up now, insinuating itself beneath, touching the hot flesh 
of her naked breast now, touching the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it 
painfully between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue fucked mercilessly in 
and out of her mouth, and she made tiny excited mewling sounds of pleasure 
deep in her throat. 

Then, Harper's hand left her breast, moved down along her stomach, seeming 
to sear her skin there, and then around to the waistband of her stretch 
pants. Quickly, then deftly and without hesitation, he unbuttoned the single 
button at the side, located the zipper and drew it down; his fingers went to 
the band of her panties, swiftly moved inside, pushing the flimsy material 
down, his fingertips touching the hot flesh of her abdomen and then the 
first curling strands of her soft downy fleece. But he didn't pause there; 
he let his hand slide still lower, his middle finger extended until the 
digit came into sudden contact with the warm damp furrow of her cunt. 

Sally's body jacknifed against him with the electric contact of his touch on 
her naked defenseless crotch; her whole being commenced to oscillate 
violently, and she began to moan in wild staccato cadence. From somewhere 
far, far back in her mind, the warning voice began to speak again. 

No, this is wrong, this is all wrong. I'm not some whore to be used; I'm not 
merely a receptacle for a strange man's cum! I still love hil no matter 
what he's done I still love him ... no, no, no, this is all wrong... stop 
it, stop it now, before it's too late ... you have to stop it, stop it, stop 
it! ... But she didn't stop it, she couldn't stop it! Sally was incapable of 
pulling away from him, she liked his touch on her pussy, yes she liked it! 
She liked his tongue in her mouth, liked his touch. Oh God! She couldn't 
stop it now at all, it was too late, too late! 

Harper dipped his middle finger into the wet trembling passage of Sally's 
burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clitoris, playing with it, 
reveling in the feel of her nubile pussy and the vibrating arousal of her 
firm young body. Christ! he thought, she really turns on, just like I knew 
she would. She wants cock all right, she's fired up for cock, and when a 
woman gets that way nothing else matters; nothing else at all. 

"Sweetie," he whispered in his soft voice, taking his mouth from hers 
briefly, "I want you, I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you ..." 

Sally stiffened momentarily at his use of the obscene word, but he knew that 
his voice, his finger playing maddeningly with her vaginal opening, would 
overcome her hesitations ... she was too far gone now for anything else to 
happen... and then in a voice that was strange, detached, she breathed out 
words which caused Harper's cock to throb intensely in his pants and dribble 
excited seminal emissions from its swollen glans, words which were at once 
distinctly alien and impossibly exciting on her lips. 

"Oh yes, Ted, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I need you to 
fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me, Ted! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck 
me... put your cock into my pussy, ooooohhhh ... stick your cock into my 
pussy ... fuck meeeeeeee!" 

Sally moaned loudly in frenzied sexual abandonment, giving herself over 
fully to this man, Ted Harper, this comparative stranger who shared her hurt 
and her torment, allowing his expert ministrations to arouse her to a fever 
pitch. As he guided her down on the couch, his middle finger still 
tantalizing her naked clitoris, his tongue once again fucking her mouth 
rapaciously, Sally thought dimly: I'm doing this because of you, Phil, 
because of what I saw you doing; it's your fault, Phil, all your fault that 
I'm doing this! 

Harper suddenly took his mouth from hers and hovered over her prone, 
trembling, waiting body, his eyes feasting gleefully on her partially 
exposed cunt below the lowered panties and slacks, his linger forming its 
way along the wet, sopping passage at will. She was all his now, all his! 
"I'm going to make you naked now, honey," he whispered in his droning voice. 
"I'm going to make you naked, and I want you to help me." 

"Yes," she moaned in reply. "Yes, Ted yes!" His hand left her cunt and he 
began to agilely slide the stretch pants down, down along her creamy white 
thighs, bringing her petal-like, softly hair-line pussy into the full view 
of his salacious gaze. When he had the garment off, he removed the panties. 

Sally was sitting up now, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, drawing the 
sleeveless jersey over her head, unfastening her bra, tossing both garments 
onto the floor and then lying back down again. She was completely at his 
mercy, and Harper drank in the beauty of her with spittle drooling from the 
corners of his mouth. 

Sally felt little tinglings of pleasure ripple through her as the cool rush 
of air played over her naked and fevered flesh. Then she felt Harper's big 
hands close over her breasts, heard him gasp out his delight at their satiny 
pliancy, at their hard, distended Uttle ruby nipples. He began to roll his 
fingers across the hardened buds, tweaking them into painful arousal... and 
then she felt his head lower onto her chest, felt his hot, wet mouth 
encompass one of her nipples, flicking and rolling it maddeningly with his 
burning firebrand of a tongue. Sally groaned again, her hips beginning a 
slow, undulating rhythm on the cushions of the couch. He continued to suckle 
her nipple while he moved on the couch beside her, his hands leaving her 
flesh now, and Sally was vaguely aware that he, too, was getting naked. Then 
his lips left her breast, and he commanded softly, "Open your eyes, honey. 
Look at me ... Look at what I've got for you!" 

Slowly, Sally allowed her eyes to flutter open. She saw Ted, kneeling on the 
floor beside her, as naked as she, his face twisted in a lewd, venerous 
grin. Her gaze moved down his heavily muscled body and then came to rest on 
his thick, rigid penis standing out from his large, round belly. She sucked 
in her breath sharply. God, it was big! It was huge, bloated, the purplish 
head seeming to throb with a hidden intensity! She imagined that great 
monster burrowing into the soft, fleshy folds of her vaginal orifice, a 
quiver of fear coursed through her; could she take all of that without 
splitting herself wide open? 

"Do you like it, honey?" Harper asked, and his hand began to stroke lewdly 
the heavily uncircum-cized foreskin back and forth over the bloated glans. 

"It's... it's so big!" Sally managed to stutter. 

Harper continued to massage the enormous expanse, slowly, tantalizingly. 
"It's all for you now, honey," he intoned. "All for you. I'm going to fuck 
you with every inch of it, every hot throbbing inch of my big cock!" 

His lewd, hynotic words caused Sally's fevered body to twist more 
seductively on the soft couch. Her fogged mind, instead of being repulsed by 
Harper's gigantic member, by her own naked body spread obscenely before him 
like some sacrificial pagan maid, was dwelling on the prurient sensations 
which pulsated along her sweating flesh. "I want your big... cock, I want it 
inside me, I want it to fuck me, to fill me up. I want to be fucked, fucked, 
fucked!" 

Dreamily, Sally watched Ted Harper raise up onto the couch, settle his body 
beside hers, and his head dip once again to her gently quivering breasts. 
She moaned softly as she watched him take first one nipple, then the other, 
into his wide, salivating mouth, licking and sucking the rigid fruit until 
she wanted to scream from, the waves of pleasure washing through her body. 
She watched his head dip lower, trailing hot, moist kisses between the 
swollen tits and down to her navel, pausing there to flick his tongue into 
the tiny puckered opening, and then to move still lower until he was 
breathing hotly into the softness of her pubic hair. In that moment, Sally 
realized what Harper would do next, what the ultimate target of his fervid 
liquid kisses would be. Repugnance seized her for a moment.., no, it was 
wrong, wrong ... and she tried to draw his head away, pull him up over her 
as she had done to Phil when he attempted to kiss her pussy. But Harper 
would not be drawn away. The older, more experienced man remained where he 
was, kneeling now between her wide-spread legs, his fingers digging into the 
soft flesh of her inner thighs, his eyes feasting on the dripping, pink, 
fluted lips of her cunt. 

"No, honey," he said, talking to her cunt instead of to her face, as if it 
were a being, an entity, unto its own. "I'm going to kiss and lick your 
pussy, just like your husband kissed and licked my wife's pussy... I'm going 
to bury my tongue in your cunt, I'm going to suck you until you cum, Sally, 
until you cum and cum and cum ..." 

Once again, Harper's vile, lascivious words made Sally tremble with wild, 
wanton desire. The degradation of the act she was about to have perpetrated 
on her defenseless crotch suddenly seemed to pale into insignificance in 
that moment. Shame, guilt, fear, disgust, all of these meant nothing! The 
only thing that seemed to matter were the intense fires which his words, his 
actions had set to flaming in her breasts and in her belly and in her cunt. 
She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused for the first time... and 
she didn't care, she didn't care! 

"Yes," she whispered in her stranger's voice. "Oh yes, Ted! Lick my pussy 
until I cum!" 

"Yes what, baby?" Harper asked, unable any longer to contain his animalistic 
grin of triumph but knowing that pretense was no longer important. "What do 
you want me to do?" 

"I... I want you to .... to suck me, Ted." , "Suck you where, Sally? Where?" 

"My ... my pussy!" Sally cried, her eyes closing again, her hips grinding a 
lewd sensuous circle down against the couch, her head beginning to loll from 
side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy, Ted, my pussy! I want you to 
lick my pussy! Oh, Ted, lick it, lick it!" 

Still grinning hugely, Harper drove his head savagely downward, his lips 
mashing onto her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her vaginal 
orofice. 

"Aaaaggggghhhhh!" Sally screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into her, 
harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Her hands 
grasped his hair, tried to pull his face deeper into her lust-soaked loins. 
Oh God, it felt good, it felt so goooddd! Oh God, how could she have ever 
denied Phil this ... how could she ever have denied herself this? It wasn't 
ugly, it wasn't sick ... it was sooooooo goooooddddddd! 

Harper continued his wanton tonguing of her moist trembling slit, his hands 
slipping up over her belly to her full firm tits once more, cupping and 
squeezing them almost brutally now while his mouth and tongue continued the 
wet assault of her wide-spread furrow, making obscene sucking sounds that 
seemed to fill the room and Sally's mind with a weird cacophony of sound. 

She clenched her small hands into white-knuckled fists in his hair, pulling 
some of the salt-and-pepper strands loose in her convulsive actions, as 
Harper's probing tongue located the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris. 
She whined sharply, agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp 
white teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of his 
tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head began to flail in 
total abandonment from side to side, and Harper opened his mouth yet wider, 
moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the 
throbbing hair fringed opening of her vagina. He began to orally fuck her, 
harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard, wet tongue up 
into her dilated, clasping hole, listening to her making unintelligible 
whimpering sounds as he swirled and flicked his member around the 
velvet-like interior of the pulsating soft cunt lips. He slipped his hand 
beneath her thighs, pushing them further up until they were now draped over 
his shoulders, the whole of her flowing vaginal plane in naked abandonment 
to his churning face, and then he cupped her soft white ass in both hands as 
he thrust his tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of her pussy. 

Sally's cries of animal pleasure now filled the livingroom. She screamed 
over and over again as Harper continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, 
dripping furrow. Then, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his 
plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the member out and drew it licking 
downward to the secret, tiny puckered ring of her virginal anus! 

Sally sucked in her breath in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past 
all caring now even though a small part of her mind cried out that this was 
dirty, vile, perverted ... she flung her loins up at him as hard as she 
could as he brought his tongue into seething wet contact wtih the forbidden 
opening, thrusting it into the tight little hole, slitting it wide to accept 
his phallic member. Her body quivered uncontrollably now beneath the 
over-powering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent 
after torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of it as Harper 
licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tight, pungent little 
asshole, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body, 
knowing that the moment of her climax wasn't far off. Well, that was fine 
with him; he would make her cum with his mouth first, and then, later, with 
his cock! 

He bagan to drive his tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, and 
then, abruptly, drew it out to return to her now saliva drenched crotch and 
the downy soft hairs fringing her pulsing cunt lips. He paused for a brief 
moment to stare up along the sweat-slick valley between her high breasts at 
the twisted grimace of her lovely face. Oh Christ, she was really digging 
it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it won't be long now, not long at 
all. He lowered his head and resumed his labor once more. 

Sally Daniels writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until 
she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her 
love-starved loins and stomach. God, she had to have release, had to have it 
soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's, grinding her 
crotch up into Harper's lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering 
billows of her orgasm rising, rising and then cresting and ... she was 
there! She was cumming! 

A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from young Sally's throat and she 
locked her hands hard in Harper's hair, drawing him into her crotch with all 
her might. Her juices began to flow from her wide-spread cunt, inundating 
Harper's face and tongue, flowing down along her tortured rectum to pool in 
fragrant stickiness in the couch cushions beneath her. She screamed again, 
and again, and 

Harper sucked and licked and burrowed until, at long last, the cumming was 
over and Sally sank back with a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, releasing 
his hair and opening her thighs to allow him to remove his head from between 
her fevered legs. 

Harper lifted himself onto his knees, grinning down at her, the juices of 
her orgasm making his face and his mouth glisten wetly in the room's soft 
light. "Well, honey?" he asked. "How did you like it?" 

Sally moaned her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh God, Ted, it was ... 
fantastic ... !" 

Harper grinned lewdly. "Well, it's going to be even better," he said. 
"Because I'm going to fuck you now. Sally. My cock is like a petrified log, 
and I want to. fuck you with it. I want to shoot my load of hot, sticky 
sperm deep into your belly. I want to fuck you now, Sally ..." 

"Oh God yes, do fuck me, please, fuck me!" 

 Chapter Six 

When Phil and Carla arrived at the Daniels' home in Boise it was dark. Phil 
pulled the car to the curb in front, right behind Ted Harper's expensive El 
Dorado Cadillac, Phil sat there for a moment, staring through the windshield 
at the El Dorado, his body suddenly going cold and viscid sweat starting up 
on his chest and under his arms. 

Carla said, "See I told you that while the cat's away ..." 

"You fucking slut!" he exploded. "Just because... just because Ted's car is 
here doesn't mean he and Sally are ... are doing anything they shouldn't be 
doing." 

"Doesn't it?" Carla asked. "Well, suppose we just have a look." 

"Suppose we do just that!" Phil replied, opening the door and stepping out 
of the car. When Carla had done likewise and they were standing on the 
sidewalk, he added, "There's a window around the far side of the house. 
We'll take a look through there. I can tell you what we'll see: Ted and 
Sally sitting there, maybe having a drink, but that's all." 

"We'll see," was all Carla said. 

As they followed the path silently around the side of the dwelling, Phil 
felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of spying on his wife this way, But, 
damn it, he thought, it was the only way to disprove Carla's ridiculous 
allegation of a tryst between Sally and her husband. 

They reached the window, and Phil moved up next to the house, in the shadows 
and out of the elongation of warm light coming through the partially draped 
glass. Carla did the same, on the other side, sidestepping around the pool 
of light. 

And then, just as Phil began to edge his body into a position to see through 
the window, a loud, wailing voice penetrated the glass and reached his ears, 
a voice that was recognizeable even in its obviously impassioned state. 

Sally's voice, the voice of his wife, saying: "God, Ted, fuck it harder, 
fuck it harder! I'm going to cum, darling, I'm going to cum, fuck meeeeee!" 

In abject horror, Phil stepped directly into the illumination, staring with 
bulging eyes at what was transpiring inside the palely lighted living room 
of his own house. He saw in that singly instant the nude jumble of arms and 
legs, white and glistening with sweat, that thrashed and writhed on the 
couch; he saw the wide, hirsute, wildly pumping buttocks of a man who could 
only be Ted Harper flailing between the upraised and widely spread thighs of 
a woman who could only be his wife. He couldn't see either of their faces, 
but he knew, fully and irrevocably, who they were. 

Sally's wailing voice reached his ears again. "Now, Ted ... now, darling ... 
oh God, oooooohhhhhh! Yesssssssss! I'm ... I'm cum ... 
cummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!" 

Phil recoiled in utter loathing as he saw his wife's legs kick out in the 
air and lewdly wrap themselves around Harper's upper torso, presenting up 
her naked crotch in wanton sacrifice to his frenzied thrusts as she achieved 
her orgasm under his pistoning, thundering cock. Suddenly, then, a blind, 
consuming, unreasoning anger seized control of Phil's brain. He emitted a 
low, animal like snarl of hate and disgust and hurt, whirled from the 
window, and ran toward the front door of the house. He wasn't aware that 
Carla was on his heels, but if he had been he would have been further 
incensed by her soft, mocking laughter ... He grabbed the doorknob, twisted 
it violently; the door was not locked. He flung it open, rushing inside, and 
stood there, his face a brilliant red, his legs spread, spittle flecking his 
lips. "You fucking goddamned whore-bitch!" he screamed at Sally. "You dirty 
goddamned slut! Fucking another man right in my own living room, oh you 
filthy tramp!" 

Sally had sat up convulsively at the sound of his entrance, her legs still 
splayed on the couch, the white, sticky fluid of Harper's semen dripping 
from her pink, wet cuntal mouth to stain the material of the cushions. Her 
hand was up to her mouth, choking back a terrible, whimpering cry as she 
recognized her husband, Phil, standing there. Shame and guilt came to her 
then, came to her tenfold, and her face flamed. She leapt to her feet, her 
hands wildly seeking her clothing, pulling on her peasant blouse and her 
stretch pants, not bothering with her panties or bra. 

"And you, you son of a bitch!" Phil yelled at Harper. "I ought to kill you, 
that's what I ought to do, you son of a bitch!" 

Harper rose slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. 
Almost casually, he picked up his own clothes and began to dress, saying, 
"Take it easy, Phil, will you?" 

"Take it easy? You bastard, who do you think you are to tell me to take it 
easy when I just caught you fucking my own wife?" 

"Who do I think I am?" Harper asked quietly. "Why, I'm the guy who saw you 
licking my wife's cunt while she was sucking your cock less than two hours 
ago at Hidden Falls." 

More hot words choked in Phil's throat at the calm revelation that he and 
Carla had been observed sixty-nining in the rear yard of the cabin. But if 
that were the case ... oh God, then Sally had seen it too! 

As if reading his thoughts, Ted Harper said, "That's right, Phil. Sally was 
with me. We both saw you and Carla together. And because we did, we decided 
that turnabout was fair play, if you know what I mean." 

Phil spluttered, trying to find words, his brain reeling. Carla came up 
beside him and touched his arm. "I told you, didn't I, lover? I told you 
that I knew my husband pretty well." 

Phil whirled on her, staring at her with a certain revulsion. "You planned 
all of this!" he screamed suddenly, as full understanding overtook him. "You 
and Ted, you planned this whole goddamned thing!" 

"That's right, we did," Harper said, buckling his belt and walking toward 
him. 

"You ... you bastard!" Phil screamed. 

"Oh come now, Phil," Harper said. "Why don't you wise up? This kind of thing 
is done all the time, though usually all parties involved are willing and 
cognizant. The term is wife-swapping, and it's not half as ugly as most 
people try to make it out to be." 

"It's... perverted!" 

"No," Carla said, "it isn't perverted at all. It's a whole new concept. 
Wife-swapping, and group sex, too, especially, is a way of life which can 
heighten one's physical enjoyment a hundred-fold, teach a person a whole new 
dimension on physical gratification. In fact," and she winked at Harper, "it 
usually heightens both parners in a marriage to unheard-of pleasure from 
their own mating. Ted and I are proof positive of that fact." 

Sally, sitting miserably on the couch, immobile as if she had been thrust 
into a catatonic state until that moment, lowered her hands from her face 
and stared at the room's occupants. She felt dazed, confused; so much had 
happened in so short a time to disrupt her life, she couldn't accept what 
she had heard Carla and Ted say, but yet... oh God, she must be as depreved 
as they were, for she had enjoyed Ted Harper, enjoyed his tongue down 
between her thighs and his penis inside her vagina ... She didn't know what 
to think; Ted's soothing words, his strong arms and his sympathetic way, all 
of it had been a He, a lie just so he could seduce her! She should hate him, 
hate him violently, but she didn't, that was the thing, she didn't hate him 
at all... 

Phil, standing in the room's center and staring at Ted and Carla, was 
trembling violently. He didn't know what tp think either, except that what 
he was hearing went against everything he had ever been taught, everything 
he had ever believed in! He needed time to think, and his temples were 
pounding insanely; he was going to blow his mind if he didn't calm down, and 
he couldn't do that with the Harpers still there! 

He said in a low, deadly tone, "You'd better ieave now, both of you. You'd 
better get out of 1 here before I do something I'll probably be sorry for." 

Harper nodded taking Carla's arm. "All right, Phil. I know how it is; you 
need time to think things over. We'll call you tomorrow, after you've had an 
opportunity to look at things more rationally. Maybe, then, you'll see that 
we're right..." 

"Get the fuck out of here!" Phil screamed. 

The Harpers obeyed, shutting the door softly behind them. 

Sally sat with her head shamefully downcast now, unable to speak as Phil 
approached her. Now that the Harpers were gone, she felt total and complete 
humiliation over her own weakness, what she had willingly assented to do 
with Ted Harper no matter what the rationalization Harper or she had given 
the spectacle. 

Her legs were drawn tightly together, but still the cum ran stickily from 
its vaginal nest, and she could feel it secrete from the hair-covered lips 
and trickle down the backsides of her legs. She still throbbed from the 
merciless battering of Harper's hardened male organ, and her breasts ached 
from the twisting pinching he had given them. 

Phil looked at her, contempt dripping from his expression. He did not speak, 
though, but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen for a brandy 
and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair across from her. 

Finally, Sally could stand it no longer. Hesitantly, fearfully, she brought 
her eyes up to meet his. Wringing her hands, she managed to whisper, "I'm 
sorry, Phil." 

"For what?" he snarled. "The fuck you gave Ted Harper?" 

Tears began to well, and then something snapped inside Sally. Suddenly her 
abject self-admonition changed to the same anger as this afternoon when she 
had seen Phil and Carla. Her lids narrowed, and she replied in a cold, slow 
tone. "Yes, I am sorry for letting Ted make love to me. But you are 
evidently not sorry for doing it to that bitch of a wife of his!" 

"Come to think of it, I'm not sorry," Phil answered sharply, "She was one 
hell of a good lay. Far better than you'll ever hope to be. Besides, you 
don't look all that sorry,, You look like some cheap slut after a good 
night's work." 

The words whipped Sally's brain, but she held her ground. "Then don't get on 
your high-horse to me! Ted was every bit as good as Carla was, and I take it 
back about being sorry! I'm anything but sorry, you hear? I loved his big 
thing in me, Phil, loved it enough to climax just when he did! I still am 
carrying his seed in me, if you'd like to know, just like Carla has yours in 
her cunt!" 

Phil was thrown off guard by his wife's sudden, vicious attack. "Sally ..." 
he started to say, rising out of the chair, a perplexed look creasing his 
forehead. "Please Sally ..." 

"Don't please Sally me, you bastard ... you think just because you're a man 
you can go screw anything in skirts and I can't return the favor? Well, I've 
got equal rights, and by God I have equal feelings as well!" 

"Is ... Is that why you let Harper fuck you?" 

"No." The waves of anger passed over her as fast as they had arrived, and 
she calmed down, and again her head was bowed. "I ... I let him have me 
because ... because you made love to Carla. That': why." She looked back up, 
tears welling and flowing from her eyes. "Oh Phil, I love you so much. 
Really I do. Can you ever forgive me, darling?" 

Phil still smarted from his wife's infidelity, but he also realized that he 
had no argument to hit her with. He was as guilty as she was of breaking 
their marital promise, and if his wife still loved him after what he had 
done, then he would try to forgive her in return. God knows he loved her 
still. More, in fact. For some unexplained reason, Phil was drawn to his 
wife more than before, as though with the thought of losing her to another 
man, he had awakened to the true vastness of his love for her. 

He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the couch, and taking one of 
her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to entwine with his, he tried 
to comfort her. 

"It's all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you too, and I don't want 
this to break us up. We have too much going for us"" He put his other arm 
around her shoulder and drew the still weeping woman to his chest. "It was 
all a dirty plot by the Harpers, sweetheart. They admitted to that. We were 
just human, that's all." 

As Phil held her close, Sally stopped her crying and found that as she 
thought over the afternoon, the rememberances of the lewd fucking she had 
received began to excite her. She snuggled to Phil, a tingling of arousal 
beginning to spread through her body. Slowly, with perverted emotion, what 
he and she had done and witnessed became erotic to her, and instead of utter 
loathing and a feeling of uncleanliness, she felt the sexual fires begin to 
rark to life again, after having been so thoroughly damped by Ted Harper: As 
the lust grew, she wanted her husband more and more, wanted his beautiful 
body lunging at her, his cock, yes, his ;3ck, to plummet to the depths of 
her pussy. I want him to fuck me! Now! Right here! 

She withdrew her hand from the clasp of Phil's and dropped it to his pants. 
She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was in the narrow 
crotch. He stared down at her hand uncomprehending her actions. 

"I want you, Phil," Sally signed,, "Let's make love." 

"What?" He was incredulous, unsure he had understood her. 

"Let's fuck! Is that a better way of putting it?" Her hand rose to his belt 
buckle and she slowly took the belt strap and undid his pants. The zipper 
pulled down and she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around with grasping 
teasing fingers at his white underpants. Her hand wormed through the slit in 
the front of the shorts and contacted the shaft of his penis, and blood 
pounded through his loins to fill the cock to bursting. His hips started to 
churn and he began to breathe raggedly. "Oh Christ!" he groaned, "I don't 
believe this!" "You want me, don't you?" "Oh yes, Sally, yes I do!" He 
ground his lips to hers and slid his tongue deep within her, curling around 
her own darting tongue, and then he began to flick his tongue in and out in 
a crude imitation of fucking. Her cool fingers went on their search, 
grasping his now rigid prick and drawing it out of the hole in his 
underpants to stand, burning, in the air. His monstrous cock trembled in her 
hand as she began to stroke it. He began to undress her, and she helped him 
by undulating her body, letting go of his genitals only long enough to let 
him slip her blouse over her head. Then she returned to toy with his cock 
and to fuse her wild lips upon his. Her tits surged against him, their 
nipples smoldering coals in his pawinghands. 

Then, the young husband moved downward, over the flat plane of her vibrating 
belly to her hair covered mound and then past, taking the silk panties she 
wore with him as he stroked her thighs and legs. Sally whimpered with 
unrestrained pleasure and lefted her legs up off the floor.so he could 
remove her panties, and then she threw herself upon him, forcing him down on 
the couch, her body jerking with the spasmodic rhythm of copulation. She 
groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit and fleece covered lips 
spreading wide as if to swallow his mighty weapon alive. 

"Phil, oh Phil my beloved, I want to kiss your penis!" Her words sounded 
alien to her, for never before had she desired the taste, but her hand was 
suddenly between their bodies, her grip firm upon his cock, and as she spoke 
she drew his shaft harder against her so that she felt every ridge and vein 
against her skin. "I want to taste it in my mouth!" 

"God, yes, suck it, Sally," he moaned. "I've always wanted you to!" He was 
afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be true. She wanted his 
prick in her mouth! Unbelievable! He kneaded her writhing buttocks, lost in 
the building passion which had so suddenly swept him off his feet. 

She rose long enough to undress him, a momentary delay which left his 
clothes heaped in a disarray on the floor0 All the while her eyes feasted 
hungrily upon his cock as it stood up from his loins, and a weird inner 
light seemed to shine through her eyes like glowing embers were blazing 
inside her head. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming head and shaft as 
though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come closer ... then she 
knelt between his splayed thighs, cupping the bloated sac of sperm with her 
hands, and she licked her lips anticipatorily, almost drooling with the 
desire to kiss the tiny sheen of fluid which had begun to seep from the eye 
of his glans. 

She dipped her head, her long hair cascading over his belly, brushing 
tantalizingly around the object of her affections, and her lips rubbed the 
moist head, savoring the slight contact. Then her tongue lashed out, 
touching the smooth, rubbery tip, lapping the sticky secretions. Sally's 
whole body trembled from the electric force, and sighing with pleasure she 
opened her mouth wide and accepted his cock deep within the soft, wet folds 
of her cheeks. She began to suck it, pulling on the penis with a suction 
which sent billows of pure delight racing through Phil's bloodstream. 

The young husband wrapped his hands in his wife's hair and drew her down 
farther, the sensitive underside of his shaft sliding along her tongue like 
butter along silk. "Suck it, baby, suck it," he panted, raising his leg to 
wrap around the back of the couch to give her more room, "You're doing 
great, sweetheart, just great!" He flexed his buttocks and dropped his other 
leg to the floor, and began to jerk his loins in the motion of fucking. 

Sally Daniels moved her hands all over his groin, massaging the soft scrotum 
tenderly, then using her thumb and forefinger to beat the thick base of his 
cock to further excitement. She slavered up and down, her tongue swirling 
around his rod maddeningly, the tip flicking across the throbbing head with 
abandonment. 

Phil looked down at his wife, enthralled by her undulating buttocks as they 
waved in the air, and her groping.fingers and lascivious mouth working hard 
at making him cum. And he was going to cum soon ... He took one hand and 
parted her silken hair which hung across his belly and he watched 
fascinatedly as she sawed back and forth upon his penis. Her pink lips 
contrasted with the blood colored shaft which pumped in her, her mouth so 
tightly encased around him that her lips pulled out grotesquely as he 
pulled, and then turned inward as he lunged forward again. 

"Oh honey, let up, please let upM'll cum if you don't and I want to fuck 
you! I want to spill inside your cunt, not in your mouth. Not this time, oh 
-lease let me fuck you!" 

Reluctantly, Sally released her frenzied hold upon his cock. Yes, she wanted 
to taste his sperm, to see if she could match Carla's gleeful swallowing, 
but the barren feeling down in her pulsating vagina was overwhelming. She 
wanted him inside her, too, as a token of their true love, of their undying 
togetherness. She ceased to suck him, lifting her head and wiping away the 
thin strand of seminal fluid which still attached her to his cock. She 
smiled warmly at him. 

"Take it, baby!" he whispered hoarsely, "Grab my cock and shove it in that 
beautiful cunt of yours." He reached for her, stroking her shoulders with 
fevered hands. "Do it now!" 

Sally raised herself on all fours over him with her knees on either side of 
his hips so she could dip her fingers between them, and she encircled his 
hardened cock, still throbbing with uplifted desire, and she teased its 
purplish shaft with her thumb and forefinger, making Phil squirm and moan 
with her electrifying contact She moved forward, spreading her legs and 
thighs as she crawled over him, and she guided his prick to her 
desire-drenched cunt, rubbing it bulbous glans, still dripping from the 
saliva from her mouth, over her fleshy, red tinted pubes. Her cunt valley 
opened as if it were the doorway to a magic kingdom, and his gigantic key 
the only way to unlock it. His cock sliced through her flesh as she flicked 
its girth up and down the furrows, and she gasped from its vibrating 
passion. 

"You like that, darling?" she groaned. 

"Uhhhh!" came the bubbling answer, and then Phil jerked upwards. His hips 
driving his elongated rod in the smooth wet flesh of her unquenchable pussy. 
Her thighs shoved to meet his member, impaling her elastic cunt full upon 
him, sending his thrusting cock deep within her hidden caverns, deep to the 
very root of her lubricated passage. 

"OOOOOoooooooooh!" she wailed, feeling his bloated sac of heavy cum smack 
against her inner thighs, and she moved her hands to his balls, fondling 
them with fervored joyousness. He plunged again, only withdrawing far enough 
to make his thick shaft rub the insides of her vagina with quicksilver 
tendrils, then in and out he stroked, her satin soft ass pumping in matching 
tempo to his motions, her pelvis rotating with madness over his monstrous 
prick. 

All that Sally could think of was for the first time she was truly enjoying 
being fucked by her husband! Dear God, there had never been anything so 
wild, so free, so damned good! Not even with Ted Harper. She was awakened! 

Phil continued his demoniacal drubbing, slamming his cock still harder and 
deeper in her cunt until her cervix seemed battered out of shape. Her moist 
sheath clamored for more, clasping his frantic cock with ruthlessness, and 
her asshole seemed to want to pucker up and kiss his swinging balls as they 
slapped resoundingly on the upstroke. 

Sally humped over him, tossing her head in abandoned ecstasy, spreading her 
thighs yet wider so she could grovel on his loins, and her belly churned 
with her impending cum. 

"I'm ... going ... to cum, honey," Phil shouted beneath her, "Oh, baby, 
don't stop .... fuck me! Fuck me!" He babbled in mindless ecstasy, and she 
gurgled in agreement, lowering her head to kiss his neck and bathe his ear, 
and then she dipped her slavering tongue deep within his mouth, burying the 
words of encouragement deep in his throat as she continued to milk his 
thundering manhood with her dilated pussy. She was almost there ... so close 
... and she wanted to feel their cum juices co-mingle in a last consuming 
fire of lust! 

The pace of his pistoning cock increased and he writhed on the sheets, his 
toes curling and his hands to her buttocks, forcing her upon him and he 
plunged and plunged inside her eager, straining cunt, their wetness making 
lewd slurping noises as he pile-drove into her thristing cuntal passage. 

"Oh ... oh o.. oh ... " Sally chanted, raising her body, arching her back 
and gripping the headboard of the bed to grind downward with more pressure. 
Phil gazed at his wife's dancing breasts as they heaved and twitched from 
the result of his pummelling, and her nipples hardened and expanded from the 
heat of their passion. He ground harder and deeper into the tender sanctuary 
of her pussy, up into her womb and very essence of her soul. He watched as 
her features contorted with passion, as the orgasm began its spiraling 
ascent to the pinnacle of release, and then she cried out and convulsed, her 
mouth wide and her tongue lolling from pagan rapture. The core of her being 
seemed to rip from her in animal ferocity. 

"AAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" she howled, and warm spurts of vaginal fluid 
secreted all around Phil's cock, the slick fluid inundating the mammoth 
shaft and trickling down between his legs. 

Her thighs and pubic hair became sopped with her climatic discharges, and 
Phil in turn sensed his own sticky sperm boiling up the cauldron of his 
testicles and race the length of his prick. He jerked and lurched upwards 
convulsively, his breath in short ragged gasps, and then the tidal wave of 
cum shot into every crease and recess of her wildly sucking pussy, a 
never-ending torrent of release which caused indecipherable cries of 
pleasure to erupt from both of them. Her belly quivered with the violent 
spasms of his orgasm, and he emptied and emptied and emptied until the white 
sperm gushed out from her clasping cunt lips to join the pool of her love 
juices on the bed. 

He fell backwards, spent, and Sally toppled on him, relaxed to a point of 
lethargy. Her legs went limp and her chest roared with the beatings of her 
still greedy desire. She felt his turgid cock deflate with exhaustion, yet 
she did not move, desiring to swallow it in her heaving pussy. She gazed at 
him with loving tenderness, her eyes moist and filled with satiation. "Oh, 
Phil, that was so good," she crooned, "I never thought it could be so 
wonderful!" She kissed him, "It was the best lovemaking I've ever had." 

"Better... better than with ... Ted?" he murmured hesitantly. 

"Yes, oh God yes, darling, much much better." She moved her legs, still 
careful to keep his limp cock imprisoned within her cunt, until she 
stretched out on top of him. "I love you, Phil," she sighed in his ear. 

"And I love you, too, darling," he replied, stroking her back and ass 
tenderly. He cupped the soft white moons of her buttocks and nuzzled her 
hair. "I'm not even angry any more for seeing you with him." 

"I'm glad." Sally licked his neck. "I'm glad that you were with Carla, you 
know that? I really am. I think it helped us see what we mean to each 
other." 

"Sally." 

"Shhhh. Think about it, Phil. Up until now, I... hated myself. Not just for 
making love to Ted, but before that, for refusing you the kind of love you 
need so badly. That, I need as well. I'm awakened now. I'm not sure how or 
why, but I am, and if it's because we were fucked by other people, then it 
was for the best. I'm glad Ted fucked me!" 

"He cured you," Phil said with a trace of bitterness. "Something I, your own 
husband, was incapable of." 

"No, no, you don't understand. It had nothing to do with you. It was me, and 
it took an affair, a morally degrading act, to shatter my innermost 
repressions. It just happened to be Ted, but it could have been any man. I 
don't love him, I love you, and..." 

"Yes, Sally?" 

"Now I'm able to respond, to be the woman you've always wanted! I know 
that's what has kept our marriage from being perfect, and that's of the 
past. Maybe ... what the Harper's said was true." 

They lay together, each wrapped in their own thoughts, their love for each 
other stronger and more lasting than they had thought possible. Finally Phil 
said, "Yes, maybe ... just maybe they were right. Do you want to see them 
again?" 

"I don't know." 

"All that talk of wife-swapping. That's what we did today. No mistake. And 
it helped our relationship. But, do you want to do it again?" 

A tingle began to crawl up Sally's spine, but she refused to acknowledge it. 
"No," she said, "I don't think we should. It was beneficial this one time, 
but anything more..." 

She stopped, again feeling the lewd trail of physical want wind through her 
organs. She breathed huskily. "But... well, I am a woman now, Phil. Maybe we 
could take them up on their offer. At least talk it over with them. We just 
had something wonderful because of this afternoon, and perhaps more ... 
swapping would make us have wilder, freer, more beautiful times together in 
the future" She smiled at him. "You'd like to lay Carla again, wouldn't 
you?" 

He laughed briefly. "There's never going to be a better woman for me than 
you, and you know it darling, I would!" 

The next morning, Phil was kissed awake by a beaming, satisfied woman. He 
gazed at his wife, smiling back, then threw back the covers and padded naked 
to the bathroom. Sally followed and played teasing games with him as he took 
a shower. Her fingers were everywhere as water cascaded down their nude 
forms, and she soaped and scrubbed his back and front and legs with loving 
care, taking special time with his penis and balls, putting his now rigid 
cock in her nibbling mouth and sucking him until he hardly could stand it. 
She laughed gaily, and then they made passionate love on the bed, still wet, 
as there didn't seem to be time enough to dry off with a towel. 

As they were resting, the phone rang. Sally answered it and said after a 
pause: "Oh, Carla? Yes, Phil is here. Wait a minute." Sally handed the 
receiver to Phil, adding, "It's the Harpers!" 

 Chapter Seven 

Sally Daniels dressed with care, deciding on a ample white wool sheath and 
gold accessories which highlighted her well formed legs and firm, proud 
breasts to their utmost. As she slipped on her pantyhose, she mused at the 
tantalizing thought of what might, what possibly could happen tonight with 
Ted, and she paused to lick her lips and rub her palms down her smooth, bare 
skin, feeling the touch of licentiousness, of pure animal waiitonness. 

And Ted Harper did indeed like the way she was dressed. He was standing on 
the front porch of his house, drink in hand, as she and Phil got out of 
their car that evening. He grinned at Sally, almost as though he were 
stripping her naked with his gaze, and at first she blushed and dropped her 
eyes, but then she found new strength and she raised her face to his in pert 
boldness. 

"You're late," Harper said jovially. 

"Fashionably so," Phil replied, shaking Harper's profered hand. "You know 
how women are about getting ready." 

Again Harper ran his lewd, lust perverted eyes over the compact dress on 
Sally, and he chuckled low in his throat. "It was worth it, Phil. Your wife 
certainly is beautiful." 

The three of them walked inside, and Carla greeted Sally and Phil as she 
stepped from the kitchen. She wore a sarong of silk, tied in the niddle by a 
thin belt. It seemed to Phil that the only thing holding it on was the belt, 
and if it were loosened, the full, ripe body of this seductive female would 
be open to his pagan desires. As she walked toward them, he could also tell 
she wore no bra, possibly no panties, either, underneath, and the short 
skirt portion was barely below the soft swell of her proud thighs. A twitch 
of his cock made him jerk from the dream-like reaction he had at her 
presence, and he turned to Harper, saying: "Your wife is just as beautiful, 
Ted. That's quite an outfit." 

"Oh this?" Carla retorted with modesty, "This is something I just threw on. 
You know how one likes to be comfortable around the house. And this is an 
informal get-together, isn't it?" 

After the first round of drinks, Carls stood up and said, "I could use 
another. Anybody for another?" 

Phil rose, grinning. "Sure. I'll join you." They walked to the bar at the 
other end of the room, leaving Sally and Harper alone for the first time. 
Sally couldn't help but feel the salacious eyes of the man upon her, and she 
smiled provocatively at him. 

"That little display we put on for your husband and Carla didn't seem to 
hurt you," Harper said. "He seem to show a preference for my wife tonight. 
Would you be willing to go to bed with me again if they were? You were 
awfully upset yesterday." 

"Well," Sally said with a smile, "Let's just say I was a little shy the 
first time." 

"Are you now?" 

Sally felt her whole moral upbringing abandon her for a second time, and the 
surge of sexual freedom stirred her thighs and breasts with physical desire. 
"Not in the least," she breathed huskily at him. "I want you as much as Phil 
wants Carla." 

"That's a hell of a lot," he laughed. "Then we'll work out something later, 
all right?" 

"Mmmmmmmmmm, love to," Sally replied, wrinkling her nose. 

"We have two double beds, and I know Carla won't mind. Will your husband 
object?" 

Sally was suddenly, painfully aware of exactly what she had so openly led 
herself into. She could no longer hide behind the fallacious rationale of 
subjugation by Harper: she was making plans with him to let him fuck her 
with her husband right next to them, and no amount of excuses could hide 
that fact from realization. She shuddered at her wild abandonment of 
life-long principles, and she hoped that Harper wouldn't demand too much of 
her, as she had never engaged in any unnatural sex acts until last night 
when she had sucked Phil. Yet the excitement of the occasion coursed through 
her, and she tingled all over with the picture of the orgy which was to 
happen. 

As Carla mixed a fresh round of drinks at the bar, Phil stepped up close to 
her, feeling his heart pounding at the nearness Of this provocative woman, 
his mind flashing back to the events of yesterday as he stood there. He 
could almost feel her butter-soft mouth enveloping his turgid cock, could 
almost taste the aphrodisia which was her flowing cunt juice. Christ, he had 
really changed in the past forty-eight hours; if anyone had told him just 
last week that the events of the previous two days would take place, he 
would have called that person a liar. It was unbelievable; and yet, it was 
very real. As real as his cock now hardening in his pants at the nearness of 
Carla Harper, as real as his hand which had moved, as if with a will of its 
own, to cup and knead one of Carla's firm, pliant ass-cheeks. 

"Ummmmmmm!" she whispered, leaning her body back against his hand, 
undulating her hips lightly. "That's nice, lover. Are you getting a little 
hot, or am I all wet?" 

"You're all wet," he answered. "I'm a hell of a lot more than a little hot 
right now!" 

"Do you have a hard-on, lover?" 

"Christ, yes!" 

"Let me feel it," she said, and she put down the swizzle stick with which 
she had been stirring the drink she'd just built and reached her hand down 
to lightly fondle the now-bulging front of Phil's trousers. "Oh, my, my, my! 
You really do have a lovely hard-on, don't you?" 

"Christ, Carla, I want you!" Phil breathed, pressing his loins against her 
swelling buttocks. "I want to fuck you again!" 

She chuckled huskily. "I know you do, lover. And I want to fuck you, too, 
make no mistake." 

"I don't know how much longer I can wait." 

"Why wait at all?" she asked. "We can go right down the hallway there and 
into the master bedroom." 

"But... what about Sally and Ted?" 

Carla chuckled again. "Don't worry about them. There's a set of double beds 
in the master bedroom." 

"You mean we'll... be doing it next to each other? I... I mean, Sally and 
Ted will be right there ... ?" 

"Does the idea turn you off, lover?" 

"Well... ?" Phil stopped, considering. No, damn it, the idea didn't turn him 
off. In fact, it rather excited him. He could feel his cock jerk 
convulsively in his pants at the thought of fucking this seductive woman on 
a bed right next to where his wife was being fucked by another man. "No," he 
said at length. "No, it doesn't, it actually is pretty exciting." 

"Isn't it?" Carla said rhetorically. She fondled his prick again. "Shall we, 
lover?" 

Phil Daniels followed Carla Harper down the hallway, leaving the drinks on 
the bar, forgotten. The master bedroom was large, with the wide double beds 
being set close together. Carla didn't turn on any lights, but there was a 
full moon tonight and its shine penetrated the undraped windows at the far 
end, illuminating the room as brightly as if there had been a small lamp 
lit. 

As soon as they were inside, and the door had been shut, Carla turned and 
began to slowly, tantalizingly, undo the belt which held her sarong closed 
at the waist. When she had it loosened, she drew the folds of cloth slowly 
apart, opening it wide to allow his eyes to feast, on what lay beneath. She 
was completely nude, and the soft bristles of her pubic triangle seemed to 
glow phosphorescently in the pale moonlight. She shrugged the garment from 
her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet, and her body was a thing of 
sheer beauty, causing Phil's breath to spew from between his teeth hotly. 
Jesus, she was gorgeous! Sally was beautiful, but Carla was... well, 
alluring, a seductress, a temptress as old as the world. 

"It's all yours, lover," Carla said, stepping backward nimbly to the bed and 
then lying down and stretching her body out full length, cat-like and 
graceful., drawing her legs apart to allow him to see the glistening, 
already lubricated folds of her lovely pulsating cunt. "All yours, to do 
whatever you want. What do you want to do, lover?" 

Phil's eyes were hotly fastened to the magical entranceway to all the 
world's pleasure which lay waiting between her widespread legs. "I want to 
suck you first!" he hissed feverishly, feeling his cock jerk paroxysmically 
with lewd desire. "I want to lick your cunt and tongue your clit until you 
cum! I want to make you cum with my mouth!" 

"Then do it!" Carla urged, rolling her hips in slow, provocative circles on 
the satin bedspread, kneading her breasts with the palms of her hands in the 
exciting way she had. "But get naked first! Let me see that beautiful hard 
cock of yours! I want to look at it and hold it in my hand while you eat my 
pussy!" 

Feverishly, his mind whirling with crazed lust, Phil tore at his clothing, 
throwing his shirt and trousers and underwear in a heap on the soft carpet 
between her wide splayed thighs, kneeling there momentarily and staring down 
at her surging, passion-lubricated vaginal slit as if it were some 
all-seeing oracle about to reveal all the secrets of the world. 

Carla reached down and took hold of his thick throbbing, blood-swollen cock 
and began to stoke it gently, teasingly, her thumb teasing the glans 
opening, using the lubrication which had begun to seep from it to moisten 
the entire head until it glistened in the pale light... then, finally, with 
a low moan of desire, Phil flung himself at the target which his eyes had 
been devouring, his mouth grinding into her wet, desire drenched cunt, his 
tongue driving into the vaginal opening with the force of a raping cock. 

Carla cried out softly in ecstasy, jackknifing her legs upward to encircle 
his neck, raising her squirming buttocks off the bed, her hand still 
stroking his cock with her arm between her backside and the yielding 
mattress. 

"That's it, lover!" she crooned. "Ohhh, yesss, that's nice, lover, fuck me 
with your tongue, ohhhhhhh lover, fuck me with your long hard tongue until I 
cum!" 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Phil groaned deep in his throat, his mouth pressed tightly 
to her pungent cuntal mouth, his tongue flicking in and out of her hole in 
wild abandon, his mind dwelling on nothing now except this magnificent woman 
who was his to do with as he ... willed! 

Sitting on the sofa in the livingroom next to Ted Harper, Sally suddenly 
realized that Phil and Carla were nowhere to be seen. Had+ they ... ? Well, 
yes of course; they'd gone into the bedroom, to... yes to fuck. Sally 
trembled at the lewd images which began to pass through her mind, images 
which had only yesterday caused her pain and revulsion, but which were now 
bringing arousal to her body, hardening her nipples beneath the sheath she 
wore, causing fluid to flow from her cunt and dampen her panties. She 
couldn't help it; she was a new woman, wasn't she? She had been awakened, 
and as such she was becoming a creature of the flesh, with thoughts of sex 
and lovemaking having a direct physical effect on her body, making her want 
a man's cock inside her! 

She squirmed slightly on the couch, opening and closing her thighs, and 
looked at Ted Harper. "Carla and Phil seem to have disappeared," she said. 

"So they have," Harper grinned. "And I know where." 

"So do I," Sally said boldly. "I... think we should go to the same place, 
don't you?" Harper moistned his lips. "I do, indeed." He took her arm, 
feeling the heat of her hip and thigh pressed aaainst his own leg, feeling 
his cock begin to harden. He led her down the hallway by the bar and opened 
the door to the master bedroom quietly, pushing it wide and then drawing 
Sally across the threshold and slightly in front of him, so that her 
tightly-encased buttocks were pressed hard back against his now turgid cock. 

Sally inhaled sharply at what she was in the soft moonlight streaming in 
through the window. There, on one of the beds, was her husband, kneeling 
between Carla's legs raised vertically toward the ceiling, imprisoning his 
head there, his mouth buried in the soft fleece-lined pussy, his tongue 
burrowing deep into the slippery passage! Phil was making low, growling 
sounds in his throat as he labored, and Carla was mewling delightedly at his 
ministrations, her hips churning wildly on the bed. 

"Christ!" Harper said, moving his loins against the softness of Sally's ass. 
"How do you like that, honey? He's licking my wife's cunt!" 

His words hissed into Sally's ear and she felt the prurient. sensations 
which had gripped her body outside magnify in her mind. Her breath caught in 
her throat at what she was witnessing, and at the hard protuberance of 
Harper's cock pressing into the crevice between her soft yielding buttocks. 

Sally's stomach was churning madly now as she listened to the slurping 
sucking sounds of her husband as he suckled the twitching pussy of Carla 
Harper ... and then Ted Harper's hand slipped around to her front, slipped 
inside the low-cut sheath and inside her bra to cup her entire 
nipple-hardening tit. She gasped softly as his thumb rolled over the nipple, 
and pressed her cheeks back against him with a little undulating motion that 
caused him to squeeze her breast. 

He breathed hot breath into her ear and the words: "I want to fuck you, 
Sally. Now, right now. I want to fuck you in the asshole! Sally I want to 
fuck you in the asshole!" 

Sally stiffened for a brief instant at the vile words, at the idea of her 
virginal anus being rent asunder by his huge, throbbing cock, but then the 
sight of her husband licking and slavering between Carla Harper's legs, and 
the feel of Ted's hard, unresisting cock in the crevice of her buttocks, 
sent more ripples of desire surging through her body. Well, why not? Why 
not? Why whouldn't she let a man fuck her from behind? She had tasted a 
man's cock, Phil's cock, for the first time last night; her mouth was no 
longer a virgin, so it was silly to allow her anus to remain virginal! She 
turned her head slightly and whispered, "Yes! Yes, Ted, fuck me back there! 
Put your cock between my legs back there. I want you to, Ted, I want you 
to!" 

Inflamed with lust at her acquiescing words, Harper pushed Sally toward the 
one remaining bed in the room. Once there, he turned to her to demand that 
she strip naked, but she was one step ahead of him. Her fingers were already 
drawing down the zipper at the rear of her sheath, drawing it all the way 
down to the base of her spine and then she shrugged out of the garment and 
let it fall. She stepped out of the pool, unhooking her bra, letting her 
lust-swollen breasts bob forth, the nipples like chips of hot rock; she 
pulled her panties down, and stood before Ted Harper completely nude, her 
eyes fastened on the oblivious couple only a few scant feet away, hearing 
them moan and mewl as their lust was being fulfilled, just as hers would 
soon be! 

Ted Harper had stripped his own clothes from his body by then, and his huge, 
oscillating, erect cock jutted out like some monstrous implement of 
delicious torture from his abdomen. He took Sally's tiny waist in his huge 
hands, his breath hot on her face, and turned her, forcing her down onto the 
bed on her hands and knees so that she was facing the wildly twitching 
couple on the other bed. He knelt beside her, holding his great prick in one 
hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of her rectum while his eyes 
fastened on the image of Phil Daniels' insane licking of his wife's 
insatiable pussy. 

Then, with his other hand he began to stoke il's wife's soft white 
ass-cheeks, teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying the 
first moans of pleasure which were erupting from Tier throat. 

Slowly, tantalizing, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her anal 
opening, wiggling it around it inside, drawing greater whimpers of 
increasing desire from Sally's throat. He released his cock then and used 
both hands to draw wide apart the glistening moons of her upraised buttocks, 
stretching the rubbery opening wide with his thumbs. He leaned forward, so 
that the hard, fleshy head of his blood-engorged penis rested against the 
tiny, defenseless hole. He moved his hips, teasing the shaft along the 
crevice, poising it finally at the wrinkled, slightly cringing anal ring. 

Sally was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear at what was about to 
happen, and intense lusting anticipation of it. She could feel the huge, 
bulbous head of Ted Harper's cock resting at her asshole! It's going to 
hurt, Oh God it's going to hurt when he shoves all of his gigantic cock into 
me... But I don't care, I want it to hurt, I want him to fuck me there. God, 
I'm so hot I can't stand it... I can see Phil there, sucking Carla's pussy, 
reveling in it, sopping up all of her juices and it's making me... the young 
wife's brain screamed wildly. 

"Aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!" Sally wailed then, shutting off all her 
thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. 

With a brutal forward thrust, Harper had bored his mighty cock far up into 
her tight, innocent asshole, tearing it through the membranous passage to 
bury it almost to the hilt. He clutched hard at her hips, flexing again as 
he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm forbidden depths of 
her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, pushed her head down onto 
the chenille bedspread and prevented her from watching any longer the 
actions of her husband and Carla on the next bed. 

Harper began heaving forward with long, sawing strokes now, the rubbery 
walls of Sally's asshole expanding before his invading cock until, finally, 
with one last savage lunge he buried every single inch of his tremendously 
expanded penis into her warm, tight anus. 

"Ooooooohiihhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhhhh God, Tom, it hurts! It hurrrrtttssss! 
Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much. Please!!!" 

"Relax, sweetie ... just relax and ... fuck back," Harper panted his 
instructions. 

Sally obeyed, grinding her buttocks back against his sawing cock. And 
suddenly, Harper's predictions came true; her anal passage grew accustomed 
to the great monster imbedded there, and she was overwhelmed in a sudden 
burst of desire. Yes, yes, she was beginning to like itl She was beginning 
to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her private, secret passage! Her 
head flailed from side to side and she buffeted back harder and harder 
against Harper's pistoning cock, feeling his bloated testicles resound as 
his belly smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her lovely, 
cream-white buttocks. 

"Ohhh, yesssss, Tom, you were right, it's goooooooooddd... oh Tom, fuck it, 
fuck it harder, fuck my asshole harder ... !" 

And Harper began to fuck it harder as he was bid, his balls filling, filling 
with his impending load of hot, steaming cum, his eyes still lewdly feasting 
on the salacious sight of his wife and Sally's husband on the bed next to 
them ... 

 Chapter Eight 

As he lay cradled between Carla's imprisoning thighs, his face buried in the 
pungent, fervent moistness of her lusting crotch, his tongue and his lips 
sucking and licking the juice of her flowing cunt, Phil Daniels was only 
dimly aware of the bedroom door opening and someone entering the room. 

He heard the whispered voices, but Carla's moans of pleasure drowned out the 
words; he wouldn't have been able to concentrate on them anyway, didn't care 
to hear them anyway. AH that mattered for him at that moment was the 
delicious hair-lined pussy which was splayed open to his questing mouth, the 
hot piquancy of Carla Harper's lovely cunt which was his for the moment, his 
alone. 

He knew of course that Sally and Tom had come to join them, but he didn't 
care; he didn't care that his wife was about to be fucked by Ted Harper, and 
the total lack of concern amazed him to some degree. Only yesterday, he had 
almost gone off the deep end at the sight of Harper burying his huge cock 
into the soft folds of Sally's pussy, and now, he was passively condoning 
it! Only yesterday, he had been afraid of what Sally might say if she knew 
he was fucking and sucking Carla Harper! And now, he was doing it right 
before her eyes, with full knowledge of her presence .. . strange, he 
thought as he drew his tongue the length of Carla's magnificent, drooling 
slit, how one's life can change in a matter of just a few hours, how you can 
become a different human being with different outlooks, and viewpoints, in 
just two short days .. .Phil heard the springs of the adjacent bed squeak, 
and he knew that Sally and Ted were on it now, were probably completely 
naked, were probably fondling and kissing one another! 

The thought sent ripples of venerous desire shooting through Phil, and he 
wanted to raise his head, wanted to see what they were doing as they had 
been able to clearly see what he and Carla were doing upon their entrance. 
But Carla's hands were wrapped in his hair, and her thighs were like a vise 
around his. neck, preventing him from moving his head at all except in an up 
and down motion as he licked and nibbled and tongued her beautiful cunt, as 
he brought her closer and closer to orgasm ... Oh God, he thought, I hope 
she cums soon! I want her to cum so I can shove my cock in her mouth, deep 
in her mouth. Christ, I want to be sucked, I want to be sucked so damned bad 
my balls are aching for release. I want to be sucked while I watch my wife 
getting fucked silly by another man, that's what I want. I want to see the 
depraved sight while I shoot my sperm into another woman's throat and belly! 

" Aaaaaaaaggggggggh!" 

The sudden scream of tortured agony made Phil freeze, his tongue buried deep 
in Carla's cunt, his teeth nibbling at one of the petal-like pussy lips. 
That had been Sally! Jesus, what the hell was Harper doing to her? Phil 
wanted again to raise his head, but Carla's hands were urgent in his hair 
and she was moaning that she was nearing her climax, moaning for him to 
hurry, hurry, hurry! 

Phil resumed his tonguing of her open cunt, and then: "Oohhhhhhhhh! Ooohhh 
God, Ted, it hurts! It hurrrrttttttss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too 
much!" 

Then, Harper's harsh, panting words reached his ears: "Just... relax, honey 
... just relax and ... fuck back! It'll... stop hurting ... !" 

Holy shit, Phil thought, what the hell were they doing? Fuck back, Harper 
had said. Was he giving it to her dog style? He had tried to get Sally to do 
it with him that way once, but she had steadfastly refused ... and now she 
was doing it with a man she hardly knew! 

Again, Sally's voice screamed at his ears. "Ohhh, yessssss, Ted, you were 
right, it's goooddd ... oh Ted, fuck it, fuck it harder, fuck my asshole 
harder...!" 

Her asshole! My God, Phil thought, he's fucking her in the asshole! 
Suddenly, he had to see it; he simply had to see this vile depraved attack 
on his lovely defenseless wife. His hands came up to pull Carla's clasping 
legs from around his neck, oblivious to her cries of "Lover, for God's sake 
... don't stop ... now ... don't stop, I'm almost... there!" He pulled his 
head from between her legs, bracing himself upward, his eyes swivelling to 
the opposite bed. 

What he saw there, Harper's huge pummeling cock disappearing, drawing part 
way out, disappearing again in the tiny puckered opening that was his wife's 
naked rectum, caused Phil's cock to jerk convulsively, wildly, almost as if 
he were about to cum! He stared in lust-perverted rapture at his wife's 
flailing head, her madly undulating buttocks jerking back against Harper's 
driving prick, her full, firm breasts dancing below her chest as she writhed 
and twisted and bucked every which way under the impossible assault. God, he 
thought, Oh God, I wish that was me! I wish that was my cock in her asshole 
right now, thundering in there! Jesus, my balls are going to explode! I've 
got to put my cock in Carla, but I want it in my wife ... wait! I can still 
have it in my wife! I can still put it in Sally! I can fuck her mouth! I can 
have her suck my cock, milk it dry like I've always wanted her to do! And I 
can do it while Harper's cock is fucking her asshole! 

The sudden, debauched thoughts were like an electric shock to Phil's hot, 
sweating body. He pulled away from Carla, left the bed to stand before the 
other one, his cock throbbing and jerking before him like some crazed entity 
which was parasitically attached to his loins. 

Sally's head was pressed against the bedspread, her eyes tightly shut; 
behind her, Harper heaved forward like a rampaging bull, his eyes likewise 
squeezed tightly together, his fingers clawing at the soft white moons of 
Ted's wife's buttocks. 

In a choked, barely audible voice, the result of his ever-increasing lust, 
Phil said, "Sally, raise your head ... raise your head and open your eyes." 

"Phi....?" Sally's voice came in a ragged gasp, almost a mewl, as Harper 
ripped mercilessly into her tight, expanding rectal passage. 

"Yes, Phil," he said. "Raise your head, damn it, and open your eyes!" 

Sally levered her body on her foreams, raising herself and opening her eyes 
to look up at him. The first thing she saw was his huge cock, held lewdly in 
his hand now, seeming to sway hypnotically before her gaze. Her tongue came 
out to moisten her Hps as she stared at the unseeing eye dripping fluid in 
the huge, purplishly swollen glans. 

"I'm going to put it in your mouth, baby!" Phil whispered hoarsely. "I want 
you to suck me!" 

Sally began to tremble with a renewed surge of fire. The idea of sucking her 
husband while Ted Harper ripped and tore at her backside was wild and 
somehow appealing! Yes, yes, it would be just what she needed, to have her 
anus and her mouth filled with the hot flowing cum of two men, one her 
husband whom she loved deeply, and the other the man who had opened the 
gates to her new life as a full-blooded woman. It would destroy the woman 
she had once been completely and totally! 

"Yes!" she breathed. "Yes, darling, let me suck it! Give it to me now, 
darling Phil, put it in my mouth and let me suck all the cum out of it, let 
me suck it dry, darling, darling Phil... !" 

With a groan of sheer animal lust, Phil moved forward, guiding his 
palpitating, seminally-moist cock to her parted, waiting mouth. She tasted 
the bittersweet flavor of his lubrication against her lips, felt the heavy 
bloated head resting against them, and then she opened her mouth to accept 
the offering. She was acutely aware of Harper's pile-driving cock burgeoning 
intoher now expanded, now accepting anal passage, enjoying the iieaving 
thrusts now; and she was dimly aware of Carla's voice saying, "Damn you, 
Phil, why didn't you wait until I climaxed before you left me? Damn you, you 
could have let me suck you afterwards, or I could have done it myself! Damn 
you, damn you, damn you, now I've got to make myself cum with my hand while 
the three of you nave all the fun! But wait, you just wait until later ..." 
But the only thing which was important at that moment, really important to 
Sally, was her husband's hardened throbbing cock ... 

The young wife's wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately, her 
husband's member, an integral part of the man she loved, and she began to 
suck him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the 
slippery head, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the glans. 
Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the 
thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and 
faster, and Phil's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement 
to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working 
together, like a perfectly tuned machine. 

Sally could feel the dripping shaft batter against her larynx, but she made 
no move,to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling 
maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of his sperm from 
his balls like a syphon. She rolled and flung her buttocks back against 
Harper's forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth 
working harder and faster on Phil's cock. 

The young husband moaned and thrust desperately into her mouth, a wailing 
gasp tearing from his throat as the moment of his climax neared. Sally was 
mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself to 
the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep within her either end, about to 
flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing semen. 

Her hips swirled more wildly around Harper's prick; her lips swirled more 
wildly around Phil's, and her orgasm was building, building. It wouldn't be 
long now for any of them, it wouldn't be long now... then suddenly Phil 
emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release and he jammed his hips forward, 
burying his cock deep in his wife's soft, warm mouth. Her throat tightened 
and untighten-ed as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed from 
his wildly jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep from choking on the 
frothing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth 
filled and emptied, filled and emptied... and then, behind her, Ted Harper's 
fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails drawing blood there, and he 
began to chant crazily, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm 
cumming!" Harper's cock began to jerk then, as Phil's was doing in her 
mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the 
cauldrons of his balls and fill her anus to overflowing, felt the searing 
liquid run down along the crevice of her churning ass cheeks, along the 
backs of her thighs, and pool on the bedspread beneath her flailing body. 

"Keep sucking, keeeeepppp succckkk-iiinnngggggg!" Phil howled, convulsively 
spasming forward. "Suck all of it, suck all of ittttt!" 

"OooooooohhhhhhhJ" Harper wailed behind the lust-inflamed young woman. 

And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of her 
own coming orgasm, Sally felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, 
kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled and squealed 
around Phil's cock, still swallowing his seemingly never-ending flow of 
sticky-hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious drop of his cum. She 
reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known existed in the world, a 
height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind threatened to burst from 
the sheer physical pressure of the pleasure-pain... 

After a long, long time, Sally finally collapsed forward on the bed, the two 
bliss-giving cocks slipping from her mouth and her forever stretched rectum 
with loud, wet, simultaneous plopping sounds. In her stomach there was a 
pleasant burning, and she thought in her satiated state that it was the 
blending of Harper's cum and Phil's and her own, all the juices having 
flowed there from whence they were pumped into her, or from her own 
secreting glands. 

It's beautiful, she thought, it's so beautiful... Oh God, I've just seen 
heaven, and now I'm back on earth... but not for long, for I will visit it 
again and again and again now that I've known what it can be like, what it 
is... Sally felt her head being lifted, and then lowered again onto a warm, 
hairy thigh. Her husband's voice began whispering soft sweet words of love 
to her] his soft, gentle hands stroking her hair, and she moved her head 
around on his thigh until her mouth located his now flaccid cock cradled in 
the wrinkled sac of his spent balls. . 

Sally flicked out her tongue, licking his still-warm curfi from the spongy 
member and from the pungent scrotum in grateful adulation. 

The man in the doorway was large, with bright red hair, and had his arm 
around a young girl barely past her teens, who leaned against his chest, her 
eyes aglow with passionate response to the scene before her. 

"What's going on?" Sally shuddered, lifting her head with abject 
mortification from Phil's loins. The sperm seemed to congeal within her as 
she tried to squirm away from their lascivious gazes. "Who ... who are these 
people?" 

"Friends, Sally," Harper said expansively. "Come on in, Martin. And you too, 
Amy. Good to see you again!" 

"Hey!" Came a yell from the living room, "How about us?" To Sally's further 
horror, another two people came into the bedroom. The woman was tall and 
well proportioned, with magnificent breasts, pearl white and barely 
concealed in a low-cut blouse. She was rubbing the front of a boy's pants, 
the bulge she had caused obvious to the world. The boy was grinning madly, 
his tongue licking his dry, trembling lips, and he was the obvious mate to 
the pubertal girl named Amy. "Hi, everybody!" the woman said, "Glad to see 
you're enjoying yourselves." 

"Hey, Rosie!" called out Harper. "C'mon in!" 

"Please, Ted," moaned Sally, "Send them away." 

Sally began to feel hot tears of frustration and fear swelling in her hot 
eyes. So this was the real reason behind the "invitation". No ... no ... it 
was not the simple little wife swapping she had been led to believe, this 
was the group sex that they had talked about yesterday. Group sex ... the 
ultimate in pure physical gratification, with not even the rationale of 
affection between the partners. She stiffened, dizziness overtaking her, and 
she glanced at her husband, unsure of her own true emotions. Is this what I 
really want? she asked herself. 

Rosie strode across the bedroom to Phil who looked at her with amazement, 
and she reached down and grasped his limp cock firmly in her hands, 
murmuring, "I like you. Maybe we can fuck each other later on?" 

Phil didn't sepak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to beat his 
cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but spread his 
legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. "Look ... what the hell is 
this anyway?" He took a deep breath, his penis impossibly leaping to full 
grandeur under the ministrations of the strange woman. "Jesus! I don't 
believe this!" 

"You will in a while," she tittered lightly. 

Sally, yer eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other three strangers. 
They were undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making comments about 
the fun to be had, kicking their garments from them in haste. With a squeal, 
the girl raced for Harper, throwing herself upon him, her hands grasping him 
as Phil was held around the thick shaft of his penis. Harper laughed again 
and reached over and caressed one pear-shaped breast, soft and pliant and 
promising, and kissed her full on her tender young lips. He gasped as she 
skinned his foreskin away, and his red-fleshed head popped out, and she 
dropped to lick her eager tongue on the glans. 

Then, with a cry of abandon, the boy revealed his own virile cock in violent 
erection. Both men approached the bed where Sally lay cowering on the 
sheets, their movement a frenzy of glistening bodies, their muscles rippling 
and quivering, their long, inflamed cocks dancing in front of them with 
palpitant heat of excitement, their balls swinging against their thighs, 
their buttocks hollowing and tensing. 

Abruptly Martin, his pubic hair the same wild color as his hair, put his arm 
about Sally in an embrace. At first she resisted, her joints seeming to 
freeze from the unnatural contact, but as his hands covered the nipples of 
her breasts and began to knead and thumb them into rock hardness, she found 
herself moaning with unrestrained passion. "Some party," he whispered into 
her ear, "But you did know we were coming, didn't you?" "No, I didn't." 
"Leave that to Ted to pull a fast one. Is this your first time?" 

"Yes," she nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid so. I never dreamed that this would 
happen. I don't know if I should ..." 

"What's the matter? You've been screwing 

Harper, haven't you?" He threw back his head and grinned with lewd disregard 
for her inner torment. 

"Hell, I'm a better fuck than he'll ever be! Now, c'mon, get with it. Let it 
all hang out!" 

Sally took one more quick look at her husband before submitting to this lust 
perverted animal. 

Phil was groaning aloud, thrashing on the bed as 

Rosie leaned over and thrust his cock deep into her mouth in one long, slow 
continuous sucking movement, the warm, wet cavern of her cheeks sending a 
wild spasm of ecstasy soaring through his wracked body. "Oh man," he 
gurgled. Then Sally looked around at the rest of the room, seeing the 
pairing of mates, and she could scarcely believe the carnal activity which 
had been so cruelly thrust upon her senses. 

Carla, passionate from her masturbating fingers, had attacked the young boy 
with complete abandon. She was teasing him, bending slightly forward so that 
he couldn't reach between her thighs and to further hinder him for inserting 
his throbbing cock into her voraciously throbbing vagina, she had put her 
slim hands around his prick and was rubbing the swollen member with her 
palms, working the tender skin up and down over the glans as driblets of 
sticky, lubricating fluid seeped from its tiny orifice and his balls moved 
sensuously around his lean thighs. Amy was on all fours over Harper, who had 
his knees behind her and was bucking away at her buttocks, fucking her 
mercilessly in the rectum with savage, repeating blows. 

Rosie's head still bobbed like a yo-yo around Phil's straining prick as 
though her mouth was on a string, and her hands and knees were in between 
his legs as his prick soared hard up into her face until her nose smacked 
licentiously into the matted pubic hair below. 

"That's it, Rosie," her husband breathed hotly, "Suck him good, you bitch." 
He delved down the slim but quivering flanks of Sally, and then dipped his 
middle finger into her pubic hair, still soaked from Harper's cum of a few 
minutes past, and Sally, horrified, found herself aroused. Her thighs jerked 
spasmodically and began to involuntarily open for his touch, and then he 
rubbed and caressed the blood-inflated lips of her red-rimmed pussy, and he 
moaned with sudden passion. 

"Oh God," she gasped, "This is terrible, terrible." 

"No, baby, it's the living-end," Martin said. "I really like seeing my wife 
get it. Don't you like watching too?" 

"Your 'wife ... !" Sally's brain reeled as she realized that he was just 
like she was, involved with another person's mate while panting with 
excitement over the view of the sex acts in front of them. No, it wasn't 
terrible, it was beautiful! Beautiful! And Sally leaned back on the bed 
sheets and spread her legs wide to Martin's talented hand as he rummaged and 
pillaged her surrendering cunt. 

Rosie took one last lick on Phil's cock, and then jerked upright and turned 
around, placing her wet, almost writhing pussy directly in front of him, and 
in wide open display before Sally as well, Sally watched in unbelieving 
fascination as Rosie gradually bent forward until the breadth of her 
buttocks jutted toward Phil's face and Phil obscenely rotated upward to meet 
the widespread lips of her vagina. Rosie's thighs tensed and then rippled in 
slim strength as she shifted on her feet and she reached back and gently 
pulled apart her buttocks, disclosing the dark, still more depraved, hole of 
her anus. 

Around the revealed asshole, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, were a few 
stray Mack hairs, and she twisted her buttocks, letting the tufts wave 
tauntingly at Phil. He groaned and began to manipulate his own cock with his 
hand and he lurched toward her buttocks. Rosie grabbed the stiff ramrod and 
it slid forward into her waiting cunt with hot, slippery ease. Phil took 
hold of her loins with his hands and hauled her to him with a resounding 
slap. He leaned over her, squeezing her distended breasts as he pumped into 
her open cunt with complete ferocity, attacking and retreating unmercifully. 

"Now, baby? You want me now?" Martin said lewdly. 

"Yes," mewled Sally, watching her husband fuck his wife. "Anything you 
want... anything at all. Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Sally pushed her cunt up to Martin, her whole body aflame with unwanted 
desire. She could not help herself, and she knew she really, deep down 
inside, did not want to. She realized the full meaning of group sex, its 
marvelous mechanism for satiating the appetite of a full, red-blooded woman. 
God! Why doesn't he take me now! 

She looked at Martin's enormous cock, which stood out from the folds of his 
belly and abdomen like some pagan spear, tipped with the clear fluid of 
love-juice. Her face contorted with passion at the thought of that strange 
member buried to its hilt in her vagina ... or mouth ... or anus ... Oh God, 
it was monstrous and webged from glans to base with heavy, throbbing blue 
veins, giving gleaming advance warning of the carnality it was about to 
perform. 

"Like it, baby?" Martin smiled lopsidedly at her. 

"Yes, yes, I love it!" 

"Good, because I'm going to put it up your cunt so far you're going to spit 
it out." His grin broadened into a toothy smile. "But first, I'm going to 
lick that aching pussy of yours, suck up all that good honey you've been 
spreading down there." 

Sally stretched out languorously, her thighs splayed wide on either side of 
him, her toes curled with expectation. All thoughts of modesty and of caring 
whether she truly desired this man were vanished, and she let a soft moan of 
delight escape from her lips and she squirmed her buttocks down on the 
mattress, inciting his lustful prowess still further. 

Martin touched her and a million spine tingling jolts went through her loins 
and belly. Automatically her hands moved to her breasts, her thumb and 
forefinger plucking at her nipples and areolas as Martin had done, like a 
hungry bird of prey pecking at her skin, and more sensations rocked her 
body. Then, involuntarily, Martin sucked in his breath, and he could feel 
the blood drubbing painfully into his expanded, purplish head. 

Tiny drops of seminal fluid grouped around the eye of his glans as he leaned 
down, his cock rubbing along her inner thigh, spearing the sticky substance 
against her skin. Then, with thumbs pressed against her hair-lined 
cunt-lips, Martin tenderly spread the soft yielding walls of her pussy until 
its moist, coral lusciousness opened and he saw the jeweled splendor of her 
clitoris. He felt Sally's warm thighs quiver and he heard her breath gasp 
from her throbbing throat, and with the touch of an expert, he leaned 
forward and his hot wet lips closed over the soft protuberance at the apex 
of her belly. 

"Ooooooohhhh," Sally groaned, raising her head to stare down between her 
manipulated breasts at his lowered head in her crotch. She spasmed as he 
planted long, full kisses on the soft fleece of her upraised thighs, his 
tongue flicking snake-like at her gaping opening. 

Sally continued her sensuous fondling of her breasts then slid her hands 
down along her stomach to rest on either side of Martin's gently nibbling 
lips. Her fingers stroked her pubic hair as her mind raced with the 
overwhelming sensations. Momentary thoughts of Phil flashed through her, but 
then they were gone, and she spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her cunt 
slowly apart, allowing the red-haired man complete access to her wet, 
pulsating cunt. 

Her elbows pressed against her sides and she lolled her head from side to 
side as his searing mouth burned the core of her being, and his tongue 
wrapped itself around her erected clitoris. Dear God! His lips sucked, 
drawing warm folds deep within his mouth, gently biting the skin as his 
tongue continued the maddening licking around the urgent pink smoothness of 
her surging flesh. She groaned Justify, and then yer eyes caught another 
sight, a sight so alien to her consciousness, that she bolted half upright, 
her legs rigid. 

"My God!" Sally gasped, "there's a dog in here!" 

A large German Shepherd was indeed sitting on its haunches just inside the 
doorway, its bushy tail wagging furiously as though it understood the 
lascivious rites it was witnessing. His tongue hung over thick ruby lips, 
the mouth ajar so that long canine fangs gleamed with pearl irridescence in 
the light, and his ears were cocked attentively. 

"Don't get upset, baby," Martin crooned, his head still buried in her pussy. 
That's only my dog. Relax. You don't really mind if he watches too, do you?" 

Why not? Everybody else was watching or doing... why not his damned dog? She 
sighed, and the sudden, unexpected thought of the German Shepherd departed, 
to be replaced by the enrapturement of Martin's hungry, massaging mouth. 

Her moans of swelling arousal drove his tongue faster and he worked his way 
up and down her genitals until they burned ... Yes! Yes! she heard herself 
wish crazily, yes, I still need it so bad and he is doing his best! Her 
hands clawed his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating 
cuntal opening, and he plunged into her soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it 
momentarily, then quickly withdrawing to tantalize her ragged pink edges. 

Sally cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his nose directly 
on her pubes, and his mouth rammed deep down to cover the squirming crotch 
and bring low guttural moans from this delicate morsel whose soft warm 
thighs clasped spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel 
the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as the walls of her invaded 
vagina sucked him and tried to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. 
It was if her hair-lined mouth was a devouring animal unleashed with 
lust-inspired force, ripping his tongue out by the roots, and her heels 
snaked up and out, pushing down against his back, making him bury himself 
still further in the soft, trembling trap between her uplifted legs. His 
nostrils inhaled the poignant aromas of her throbbing clitoris and her 
lusty, lubricious state. 

Martin could stand it no longer. He stopped, causing her to cord the muscles 
of her unreleased body, and she tried to stop him with her legs, but he Was 
too strong. "I want you to suck me, baby. Suck me as I did you. Now ..." he 
slithered down on the bed and threw his legs wide, his swelling cock a 
straight arrow upwards toward the ceiling. It seemed to Sally she had never 
seen such a gorgeous sight in all her life. 

She had to have it, she had to taste that prick in her mouth, feel it swirl 
around her tongue and cheeks, and with a panting moan, she turned and 
crawled over Martin. His cock leaped as he saw her insatiable desire, and 
then she posed her nudity over him, smoothing her hands over her taut 
breasts and firm thighs, finally moving toward the sensitive white flesh of 
her inner thighs and upward to the silky mound he had just finished sucking. 
Sally's fingers slowly glided into the fleshy fold of her cunt-lips, gently 
spreading the still wet slit until it opened like a new-flowering bud and 
she thrust her loins toward him so thathe might better view her moist, coral 
flesh. Then quickly she licked her lips and climbing down between his legs 
she took his cementlike pillar in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into 
her throat. She began to purr kitten fashion while he tenderly caressed her 
soft hair and his cock swelled to fill her sucking mouth. She milked his 
cock with her throat muscles in a manner than even her tight cunt could not 
match, and the length of her tongue laved the underside of his shaft while 
the tip taunted the base of his member and a portion of his testicles with 
insurmountable pleasure. 

As they lay there, on the bed with the other wildly fucking couples, the dog 
stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side and little throaty 
whines coming from his lips. As the dog watched, Sally began to waggle her 
smooth-white buttocks and she hummed, Martin's heavy and throbbing cock 
vibrating and nearly reaching her stomach. The hot breath from her nostrils 
against his pubic hair sent further spasms of delight rippling through the 
man and then Sally cupped his balls, causing the sperm-bloated sacs to 
quiver as she manipulated and squeezed them. Her throat exploited his prick 
in her effort to suck him dry... 

Martin lifted his head from the bed and stared down at his hard shaft 
completely absorbed by ally's lust contorted face. The sight of her ovaled 
lips massaging his resilient skin increased his fever a hundred-fold and he 
groaned with madness. She tantalized the ball with one hand while her thumb 
and forefinger of her other hand stroked his mighty base as she continued to 
suck up and down. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watched the 
top of her head bob up and down as simultaneously she worked her buttocks in 
undulating circles and the dog relentlessly hammered his long tail on the 
floor. 

"Turn over ... turn over," groaned Martin. "I want to fuck you in the mouth 
with me above." He pulled at her, and slave-like she obeyed. They twisted 
and writhed until he was on all fours, straddling her breasts, his turgid 
cock still firmly fastened between her teeth. Her body was under his, spread 
out in writhing lewdness between his bent legs, as he leaned over her and 
pumped voraciously into her unsatiable mouth. 

Sally slid her hands along his inner thighs as she continued her sucking, 
and great swirls of heat were building up in the unreachable depths of his 
balls as he watched her face working on his loins. He could see the rivulets 
of sweat roll in thin lines down her sides as she bucked beneath him, and 
the muscles of his back seemed to be ready to snap from the pressure of 
arching above her greedily clinging mouth. Then, suddenly, there was a 
little commotion on the bed beside her, and Sally bent her head slightly, 
though never losing the stride of her sucking motion, and saw Ted Harper, a 
sadistic grin on his face, climbing astraddle of the young girl. He took her 
brutally by the hair and at the same time thrust forward with his thick 
penis and rammed his head into the split anus of Amy. The child's eyes were 
glazed with a wild, ecstatic film that sent a shiver of excitement through 
Sally's own naked body, and Amy began to gyrate her impaled buttocks against 
Harper with complete abandonment. 

Sally heard Harper croon with delight and gasp as he sawed rhythmically and 
without the slightest mercy deep into the confines of the girl's rectum. The 
reddish skin of the little round hole drew back with his prick, clutching it 
as if it didn't want him to come out, and then her white-smooth ass 
swallowed his shaft until it was submerged with not even a half-inch of it 
showing, its chunky, bloated head touching her quaking bowels. 
"Oooooooohhhhh" the girl moaned, "ooooooooohhh, fuck it, Ted, fuck fuck it 
fuck it... " She was moaning and adding, to the joy by wildly moving her ass 
and hollowing her back. Sally watched her profile, seeing her lips bared 
from her teeth as she smiled back at Sally, her long golden hair strewn down 
over her sweating forehead like some mad woman, and her complexion the shade 
of her anus. 

"Oh yessssss ..." the girl said. She rotated and squirmed, and it seemed to 
Sally that she was moving closer to her, slowly attempting to slide on her 
knees, while still dancing against Harper. Sally redoubled her efforts, 
wrapping her hands around the lowered shaft of Martin's cock while she 
sucked at the hard rod which fucked her mouth. Her tight elastic lips worked 
with all their might, her cheeks hollowing on every outstroke and expanding 
on the instroke. Martin grinned salaciously from above as he watched Amy 
edge her way closer to them and then he looked down at the unsuspecting 
Sally. 

Then the girl was next to Sally, grazing the satin flesh with her body as 
still the giant pistoning cock of Harper lashed into her backsides. Harper, 
as if knowing what was in store, moved with the girl as she slipped down the 
bedspread, lower and lower, until her face gazed hungrily on Sally's open 
crotch. Then one slim hand moved forward, her other balancing her as Harper 
drove with repeated battering, and Sally gasped with the invasion of Amy's 
fingers. Sally felt a strange hand catch her nipple, rolling and squeezing 
it in a tender understanding way that only a woman could know. Her 
upbringing had never accepted this sort of sick thing, let alone any of the 
other acts she had been doing that night, but at the moment she began to 
tremble all over with the forbiddenness of the situation. Her being was 
unfulfilled, and she couldn't, even if she had wanted to, resist the young 
woman's advances. 

Harper flailed at the girl's asshole, urging her onto more perverted acts 
with Sally's body. "Touch," he commanded. "That's it. Let me see you feel 
her cunt, baby. Stick your hand in there and enjoy yourself while I fuck you 
back here!" 

The alien fingers needed no urging. Like spiders they slithered down Sally's 
body and curled their tantalizing way into the brush of fleecy pubic hair. 
And in spite of her shame, Sally could not help but respond. She sucked 
voraciously at Martin's cock as the hand groveled in her crotch with 
tantalizing touches, running over her breasts, her sides and legs, only to 
return to the lubricious hole of her vagina and the little anus below. Amy 
flicked a tender finger against the ring, and said, "I am going to make you 
cum like a volcano ..." 

Sally moaned through full lips, "Oh yes, yes, please ..." 

Thick fluid began to spill from the corners of Sally's reveling mouth as 
Martin, turning to see the action behind him, felt the rumbling cauldron of 
his balls begin to explode. 

Sally continued to suck at his cock like some wanton whore, and the thick 
pummeling instrument seemed to vanish into the fusion of her face as he 
drove with hollowing buttocks far into her mouth like some distended 
pile-driver. His coarse pubic hair caressed her nose and his balls slapped 
her chin in lewd unison to her strokes. 

Sally shuddered again as Amy put her lips to the wildly coursing cunt before 
her and kissed it long and tenderly. Dimly Sally realized that Martin was 
about to cum and she was afraid she would strangle in her position, but 
still she slavered on .... 

Until Martin jerked his cock out of her mouth and held it above her starving 
cheeks, his lingers a contrast on the glistening, huge, red-eyed glans but a 
scant two inches from her. 

"Oh no," Sally groaned. "Please, I must have it, I must!" She tried to pull 
him down to her, her mouth gaping at his jumping prick. But before she could 
close the distance, he gasped and hot sticky semen flowed from it directly 
into her mouth, the searing cavern wide in anticipation of what it was . 
about to receive. The thick quick spurts streamed like milk from a cow's 
udder, filling her mouth to the brim, and she swallowed, trying not to lose 
a drop of the boiling, lust-infused potion. Her Adam's apple bobbed as it 
tried to keep up with the ejaculating penis. 

As Martin's cock pumped its remaining liquid and throbbed into stillness, 
Sally desperately lifted her head to catch the last thin streams which ran 
down his cock, and she tried to take the deflating prick in her mouth. 

"Please! Oh for od's sake," she whimpered, "I'm going mad inside. Fuck me, 
fuck me now!" Martin chuckled and rolled off and stretched out beside her 
across from the girl. "Not with Amy to keep you warm," he said with a leer. 

"Dear God," Sally breathed. What now ... what does he mean? I'm going out of 
my mind. That girl... that Amy's lickings ... are driving me wild! 

Sally raised her head to watch in half revulsion as the young girl nestled 
her face in the hollow of her open thighs, and behind her kneeling body the 
crude figure of Harper humping away with increasingly savage strokes into 
my's tightly clenched rectum. She let her eyes rove over the loveliness of 
the blonde girl's voluptuous nakedness, and she felt the soft kisses on her 
skin and the hot puffs of breath on her creases and the magic tongue licking 
her cleft, simply licking in long strokes from top to bottom, not entering 
yet but bringing Sally to raise her loins with each slow licking of her 
sensitive labia. Her clitoris hardened even more as it peeked out further to 
enjoy a grazing tickle, and she hissed and squirmed and writhed insanely ... 
then as suddenly as it had begun it stopped. 

Sally couldn't stand it. She had been played with and brought along to such 
a peak of sexual frenzy that she had to have release, even by this girl. She 
curled around, trying to urge Amy to further manipulations, kissing and 
playing with the girl's lips, closing her eyes as she felt soft lips answer 
back. Her hand engulfed the small young breast with its berry-like nipple, 
and then she turned completely around so that she could send her tongue 
swiftly flickering over Amy's breasts while Amy lowered her head and sucked 
her areolas and nipples to hardness. Sally worked her throat insanely, 
wriggling still further down between the arms and legs of the girl, kissing 
and licking her ribs and stomach and belly with an eager and fervently 
lashing mouth ... tongue ... 

lips. Amy pressed her mouth in encouragement, her tongue invading in return 
as she gently contacted Sally's lower parts, and then ... at last, they lay 
in reverse to each other, each with their mouths glued tightly to the 
other's seething wet cunt. Their tongues lashed everywhere, slipping in the 
juices of their vaginas and always returning to the sensitive tingling 
clitoris. 

Sally looked up at the honey blonde pussy, its long red slit trailing along 
her buttocks to where Harper's massive cock split it, its length burjgd to 
the hilt up her widespread anus, his heavy^balls pulsating before her. She 
could see the puckered red opening of the anus as it clamped around the 
surging prick, and the beautiful moon-shaped buttocks as they swayed 
rhythmically and the enticing pink flesh and the sparkling droplets as they 
clung to her golden fleece. 

The musky scent was overpowering, and Sally lashed out with her tongue 
again, going around Amy's clitoris as she had just a second before, and she 
found her tongue clasped by the girl's cuntal petals, and her own lips came 
in contact with the soft pubic hair as she stretched her tongue to its 
entirety and stabbed the erect bud of the clitoris. 

Then with uncontained lust, she reached higher and nuzzled Harper's 
testicles, taunting the half-explosed member with the tip of her tongue as 
she swallowed the open cunt, finally sucking the inner-iips and clitoris in 
her mouth simultaneously. 

She raised her buttocks around Amy's ravaging mouth, pressing her gleaming 
pussy until she felt the girl's nose against her plundering hole. 

Furiously she tasted the sweet delicious cunt above her and the tangy 
saltiness of Harper as he fucked, her own unsated passion mounting and 
mounting. Several sighs of envy seemed to come from the others who at 
different times released their animalistic passions around Sally. The boy 
and Phil crawled over to Amy and moved Martin aside so that they could lay 
beside Sally and reached for her hands, their cocks hardened and pointing 
ceilingward. 

"Christ, look at them go!" the boy said. 

Phil could only groan and then place his wife's fingers around his prick 
just as the boy had done on the other side of her. Automatically, Sally's 
soft white fingers closed around the cocks and began to stroke them 
rhythmically, massaging them up and down to the same magic tempo of her and 
Amy's oral fucking and Harper's sodomic perversion, Phil cupped one of 
Sally's breasts as Amy moved her hands to spread the steaming cunt below 
her. 

"Somebody please fuck me!" Sally screamed. "I must have cock! You hear? 
Somebody stick their cock in me! Please!" 

Martin, sitting cross-legged with Carla licking his cock in an attempt to 
get new life into it, laughed expansively. "Are you really ready, baby?" 

"Ooooohh, yes, yes I am!" 

"Then raise your ass up. That's it! High!" 

"Yes! Yes!" Sally cried, her tongue still buried in Amy's quivering cunt as 
she thrust her behind as high as it would go. 

"Get ready for the finest fuck you have ever had," Martin said, and then he 
snapped out "Fritz!" 

Sally felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb on 
it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery yet 
hard rubbery spike rub along her legs. Again and again the shaft danced near 
her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in, and with a moan 
of desperation, Sally reached down and impaled her half-crazed vagina full 
upon it. 

"Ooooooooohhhh," she moaned as the long prick soared" up in her cunt, 
quelling the burning demon which tore her innards asunder. The cock burst 
through her belly like a bullet and she cared not who had supplied the 
weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet walls of her vaginal 
tunnel. She sucked at Amy's delectable young pussy as the gjil twisted 
around to make room, licking and kissing it as her lover expanded his cock 
into a swelling pile-driver which hit her womb. And then she reached down 
again, only this time to caress and encourage the man who had been So kind 
to her, and she felt fur and hairy forepaws as they would around her waist. 

Oh my God! she screamed inwardly___It's that dogl It's Fritz who's fucking 
me! A low wail escaped her, and she flayed her head back and forth as she 
thought of the mammoth brute expanding his animal penis inside her cunt like 
a balloon. It was too late, she couldn't stop it.... she couldn't stop 
herself from the rising tide of her sensations... he was like a hammering 
machine, and he was beautiful... absolutely the finest! Wildly she returned 
to hck and tongue Amy's wildly bucking cunt as the girl lowered herself on 
Sally's open mouth, grinding her pussy like a plundering abyss on the face 
below. 

"Oooooooooooohhh," Sally said in muffled squeals, "I'm ... I'm ... going ... 
going to ... to cummmmmmm!" 

"Fuck the dog, damn you!" shouted Harper. "Pound that ass of yours tight up 
there!" 

"Yes . . . yes . . . yessssss! Mmmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" 

As Sally cried out with her impending climax, Fritz suddenly gave a savage 
thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thick, scalding 
juice, and he flooded her vagina with jackhammer lunges full of hot sticky 
cum. Long jets of it ricocheted off her cuntal sides and steamed from her 
pussy to flow like lava down her thighs and pool in coagulated puddles on 
the squeaking bed below. 

She came, screaming from the size of her release, and she heaved her 
buttocks against the pounding loins of the German Shepherd as his cock 
continued to empty inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs trembled 
and her belly quivered as though some giant pressure was beating down upon 
her, and her brain reeled insanely from the sensual reactions traversing 
through every bone and sinew of her lust-crazed system. Faintly she heard 
Harper cry out and her husband's guttural groans and Amy's howls, but it was 
all in the background of her mind, and then she collapsed, a heavy black 
sleep engulfing her... 

Later, and into the wee hours of the morning, they rotated by turns, 
abandoning themselves to frantic surges of lust, alternating cunt and 
asshole and cock until they were ready to drop from exertion. And then they 
rolled off the beds in complete absolute depravity, boy and girl and dog, 
pawing and clawing at each other, squirming and groaning, hot and hungry for 
their delirious partners. Finally, at a quarter to four, Phil picked up the 
now sleeping Sally in his arms, and with Harper following with their 
clothes, walked naked to their car. 

He thanked Harper and the guests for a wonderful time, put Sally in beside 
him and drove hime, a contented, fully satisfied man! 


End
