The French Tickler
by Rod Strong


CHAPTER ONE 

Long Island was a large place, much larger than Mariane Jacquesin had 
imagined. She knew it was part of New York, and yet it was not part of New 
York. In order for her to get to Long Island, once she landed at Kennedy 
Airport, she discovered she was not going to go through the city known as 
New York. Such was life. At the age of twenty-two, Mariane knew very little 
of life, yet here she was, a native of France, who had come to the United 
States to become a citizen, to learn English, and perhaps find herself a 
decent husband. She didn't want a man like Andre, who wanted to play behind 
the haystacks all day, nor did she want a big fat husband like Pierre La 
Roux, who thought only of making money all day; when he would come home and, 
covered with grime and sweat, expect his wife to lie with him and make 
another baby. The La Rouxs had seven children in eight years, and there 
seemed to be no sign of stopping. 

Mariane had no father. He had died when she was very young. As a result, she 
had been brought up by her mother who, while sleeping with a multitude of 
lovers, had kept her, daughter sheltered from such things. Mariane, 
unbelievably, was a virgin. Not that the girl hadn't sneaked behind her 
mother's back and played around a little with Andre in the haystacks. But 
she had always kept her legs closed. She had let Andre play with her 
breasts, and had even used her hand on his penis, making him ejaculate into 
the hay, but not once had she let him between her thighs, nor had she 
succumbed to his pleading to use her mouth. Such things were reserved, 
either for her husband, or at the very least for a man she might love. 

At the airport, once she had cleared Customs and Immigration, having her 
passport stamped INDEFINITE STAY WHILE WORKING, she was met by her new 
employer, Monsieur Waner, though here in the United States, he was called 
Meestair Waner. He was a barrister, a lawyer. 

Bien! Lawyers made much money, and this was the reason why he had been able 
to afford to pay her way to the United States. He was also responsible for 
her, and as long as she was under his roof he would continue to be 
responsible. After five years she would be able to take out papers and 
become a citizen, and by that time she hoped she would be married and have 
babies of her own. 

Meestair Waner was a very handsome man. He was tall, slender, with hair the 
color of caramel. His eyes were a little close together, but Mariane was 
hardly able to fault a man for that. 

"Call me Bob," he insisted as he helped Mariane with her one suitcase, 
carrying it toward his big car. Mariane discovered that in America, most 
cars were not like the little Citroen 4CV that was common in France, but 
more like the big Ford Bob was driving. It was large enough to hold two 
little Citroens. 

She noticed Bob was looking her over from top to bottom. Mariane hoped her 
appearance wasn't too displeasing to him. She had worn her best dress for 
the trip, a tight-fitting sheath that stopped just below the knees. She was 
told that flare dresses were very uncomfortable on airplanes. 

Mariane was petite, not too short, not too tall. She stood at 
five-feet-three-inches in height, and she had hair the color of fresh-cut 
straw. It was pulled back into a bun and tied with a blue ribbon, matching 
the color of her sheath dress. Her breasts were large for a woman of her 
height, and Andre always used to tell her she had the most solid breasts 
he'd ever had the pleasure of touching. It soon became evident to Mariane 
that her employer was not in the least displeased with the way she looked. 
The look in his eyes was something she had seen in many another man's eyes. 

"Where on Long Islan' are we going?" she asked, her voice very thickly 
accented. 

"I live in a village called North Merrick," he told her. "It's a nice, quiet 
suburb, away from the hubbub of the city." 

"Hubbub?" 

"Noise. It's very quiet out there," Bob told her. "You deed not tell me, is 
thees a boy or a girl I will care for?" 

"This is something I won't know for another two months," Bob replied. 

"How so?" she asked, as he started the car and left the parking lot. 

"We didn't expect such quick results when we applied for help," he told her. 
"My wife is pregnant . . 

"Pregnant?" 

"Enceinte." 

"Ah, she is still weeth child." 

"Yes, and it isn't due for two more months. In the meantime, make yourself 
at home and learn your way around. Can you drive a car?" 

"A small car, oui. But one thees large, I do not know." 

"I have a smaller car at the house for my wife. It might be a good idea if 
you drive her around, get to learn the area." 

Mariane realized he was indeed a wealthy man if he was able to afford two 
cars. In America all barristers must be well off. She hoped she would one 
day meet a man of such means. 

The drive took almost a half hour. Mariane stared at everything, even though 
it was evening. Cars rushing everywhere. So many of them. It reminded her of 
Paris, where there were always traffic jams. 

Bob's home turned out to look like one of two dozen that looked exactly the 
same. The only way she was able to tell it from the others was the sign on 
the lawn that said, THE WANERS. 

She was ushered into the house which, inside looked a lot bigger than it did 
outside. There were so many different rooms for so many different reasons. 

Carol Waner was a very pretty woman, or she would have been had her stomach 
not been sticking two feet out in front of her. She was even shorter than 
Mariane, with short, black hair, a pleasant smile, bright, twinkling brown 
eyes, a short nose, and the kind of look that belonged on a girl fifteen 
years younger. It was almost impossible to assess the size of Carol's 
breasts in relation to the rest of her body since her stretched belly made 
her look tugged out of proportion in many directions at once. 

"Welcome, Mariane," Carol said. "Think of our home as yours." 

"Oh, but you are too kind, madame," the young French woman said. 

"We're all going to be great friends," Carol insisted. 

"Yes, of course," Bob, her husband, agreed. 

The house had nine rooms, and four of them were bedrooms. One of them was 
designated as Mariane's. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, and was 
situated at the other end of the upstairs hallway from the master bedroom. 

Carol had already prepared dinner that night, and afterward, Mariane was 
shown the house. For the moment she had exclusive use of the large bathroom 
right near her own room. The Waners had a master bathroom right next to 
their room. 

That night it took Mariane a long time to fall asleep. She lay awake in a 
strange bed, one that had never been slept in before, and wondered what kind 
of a life she was facing here in America. The Waners seemed like very nice 
people, and yet... yet . . there was that hungry look in Mr. Waner's eyes. 
She had seen it before in too many men not to know it for what it was. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

For the next week Mariane learned all there was to know about running the 
Waner household. It took almost no time for her to learn how to handle the 
modern kitchen, and she proved herself an excellent cook. She also learned 
how to shop. In America one didn't bargain with the man behind the counter. 
The price that was marked was the price that one paid. She discovered that 
the prices were low compared to those back home, and yet Americans seemed to 
earn so much more than Frenchmen. This was indeed an amazing country. 

Using her French driver's license, Mariane was permitted to drive the car as 
long as Carol was with her. She soon learned her way around North Merrick, 
Merrick, Bellmore, and North Bellmore. She knew every store, came to know 
the names of every person working in each of the stores, and soon discovered 
which supermarkets had the best prices for particular items. 

Little by little Mariane was becoming accustomed to America, and by the end 
of the second week, decided she had no desire to return to France, ever 
again... not even for a visit. She even said as much at supper that night to 
the Waners. 

The following day, a Tuesday, Carol told Mariane that she had an appointment 
with the gynecologist, and wouldn't be back home for at least three hours. 
If Mariane finished her chores, she was to practice her English by watching 
TV. As far as Mariane was concerned, this was a wonderful way to learn 
English. She had already tripled her vocabulary since coming to the U.S. 

Carol left at one o'clock, and at one-thirty, Bob walked in. 

"Hi," Bob greeted. "Where's Carol?" 

"Ah, the wife, she went to see the doctor," Mariane replied. 

"What are you doing?" he asked her. 

"I was about to learn the English by watching some television. Is this all 
right?" 

"You have to learn more than the language," Bob told her. "You have to learn 
the customs." 

"So?" 

"For instance, in France you drink wine all the time. Here, wine is 
considered pleasant with food, but we drink many other things. Have you ever 
tasted Scotch?" 

"What ees thees Scotch?" 

Bob walked into the living room, over to the far wall where there was a long 
credenza. On top he had various decanters filled with different kinds of 
alcohol. He opened one and poured a little into two glasses. 

"Here," Bob said, handing her a drink and leading her into the living room. 
He sat and made her sit on the sofa, then said, "Bottoms up!" and tossed off 
his drink. 

Mariane shrugged, then tossed back her drink. Norn du nom! It was strong. It 
was so strong, in fact, that her throat felt as if it were burning. To her 
it tasted like liquid charcoal that had been lit. It was a good thing she 
had eaten an hour ago or she would have keeled over then and there. The 
liquid seared a passage all the way into her belly. 

She sat there, unable to say much as the potent liquor seeped into her 
system. She breathed deeply, hoping that by pulling cool air into her lungs, 
she might be able to put out the fire in her belly. Bob poured himself a 
second Scotch, then switched on the TV set and sat beside her on the sofa. 

Once again there was that look in Bob's eyes, and this time it was wilder 
than ever. She discovered as he was making her very, very nervous. Something 
about that look reminded her of the way Andre looked whenever he wanted to 
try and pull down her panties. If there was one thing about Andre she had 
disliked it was that cloudy, glazed look in his eyes; the same look now in 
Bob Waner's eyes. There was definitely something about her employer that 
disturbed her, silly as it might have seemed. 

Reaching past Bob, she placed her glass on one of the coasters on the end 
table next to him, and almost froze. Perhaps it was an accident, but her 
employer had placed a hand under her, possibly to assist her, and he had 
held her breast for an instant. The touch of his slender fingers against her 
teat made her shudder. 

Bob Waner, feeling very nervous, sensed incredible warmth as his palm filled 
itself with the roundness of her lovely left breast. He was able to feel its 
solidity through the thin dress and flimsy net brassiere she was wearing. He 
instantly tugged his hand away as his eyes looked over the gently flaring 
lines of her voluptuously fleshed hips and buttocks through the clinging 
fabric of the dress. It was a dress Carol had purchased for Mariane on her 
second day with them. Lord! That dress did things. It made him visualize 
what the lovely French girl would look like completely naked. She looked all 
the more exciting to him because she came from France, and wasn't France the 
most sexually advanced European country outside of Scandinavia? Yet there 
was such a look of purity and innocence about this girl. The idea that she 
might be a virgin was preposterous to him. After all, she was French. 
According to certain stories there wasn't a virgin in France older than 
eleven, if that old. The attorney began to feel a growing urgency in his 
loins as his body began responding to this ripely voluptuous body by his 
side. He seemed to be sweltering in a blast of radiated heat created by the 
burning aura he imagined to surround her. 

As she sat back, Bob casually draped an arm over her shoulder, saying, "Hey, 
maybe that Scotch was a little too strong for you. Are you okay?" 

"Oui, I am fine M'sieur." 

"Uh... Bob," he reminded her. 

"But of course... Bob," she nodded, suddenly feeling silly about being 
concerned about anything as ridiculous and harmless as the look in a man's 
eyes, especially when he and Carol had been so nice to her. They had bought 
her clothes, which they did not charge against her salary, and when they 
paid her, once at the start of each week, they took her to the bank where 
she opened an account and put the money in, hoping to save it. This whole 
idea that he wanted to do anything with her was childish. After all, she was 
twenty-two. She ought to be thinking on a more mature level. No more 
foolishness. 

So when the hand of Bob Waner moved along her arm until his fingertips 
barely touched the brushing curve of her concealed breast, she forced 
herself to outwardly remain calm. 

Inwardly, the young Frenchwoman felt her breath quicken as she became 
nervous and looked at the TV screen, acting as if she were watching, but not 
really seeing anything. Images slid by, one after the other, and there were 
all kinds of sounds in her ears, yet she heard none of it. Now his fingers 
were definitely sliding over her nipple. At first she had believed it was 
her imagination, but now she was feeling the tingling touch of his fingers 
again. 

Bob was fast losing the ability to contain himself. It had been months since 
he'd been to bed with Carol. At first, it was because the doctors advised 
him not to touch her in the early months of pregnancy. Afterward, it was 
because she looked so damn grotesque. It just wasn't fair. He needed his 
share of loving, just like anyone else. 

So far he had been very restrained and polite with the slender French girl. 
He had been an absolute gentleman, in fact, but he wasn't able to restrain 
himself much longer. It was too much, the very epitome of chivalry. He 
tossed down his Scotch and used his free hand to put it on the coaster on 
the table next to him. With two Scotches under his navel he was very rapidly 
finding his nerve, while at the same time he was just as swiftly losing his 
self-control. All he thought about at this moment was the fantastically 
lovely, beautifully smooth body hidden under the dress the delectable French 
girl was wearing. She was really something! 

That last sip of his drink had given Bob a big boost of courage he might 
have otherwise lacked. Unfortunately, it also helped eliminate some of his 
common sense, and his attorney's subtlety was beginning to desert him. He 
moved his hand all the more firmly over her rounded, swollen breast as an 
agonizing ache of lust began welling between his thighs. 

"M'sieur Bob, please," the young French woman protested. "I do not wish you 
to do thees theeng. You and Madame Carol have both been most pleasant to me, 
but m'sieur, ours ees a working relationship. I am not, how you say, a loose 
girl." Her soft hand gently removed his from the swell of her tingling right 
breast. 

Bob Waner began inwardly laughing, thinking what an actress she was. Perhaps 
she wanted to be coerced a little. After all, she was French, and all 
Frenchwomen supposedly had this capacity for making love that far surpassed 
American women. Yet she didn't want to appear like some kind of easy woman, 
either, perhaps for reasons of self- respect. Surely she didn't expect to 
live in the house of a frustrated man and not have him come on to her. 

Bob suddenly wrapped his arm tightly around her shoulder and arms, and with 
a strength she was unable to resist, pinned her tightly against his body as 
he pressed his face solidly against hers. His mouth, hot and brutal, 
suddenly came slamming down on her moistly soft, full lips. At the same time 
he began easing the weight of his body over hers as he pushed her until she 
was lying backward on the sofa. 

The man was unable to contain a nervous titter. It suddenly came out of his 
throat as his fingers reached behind and under her, and began tugging down 
the zipper of her dress. Mariane was paralyzed with terror for the moment, 
certainly not expecting something like this. 

Bob didn't have a thought in his brain at that moment other than the 
overpowering need to completely uncover this delectable Frenchwoman and 
begin giving her all kinds of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Hell! He 
was going to show her American men were every bit as good as Frenchmen. He 
was going to give her all kinds of delightful feelings, though he knew his 
penis was an unusually long and thick one, and he might stretch her a little 
more than he believed she was used to. But Bob knew his ability, and he was 
certain it wouldn't be long before she would be begging him to continue 
fucking her. The little blonde would plead for more and more of his hard 
cock. He was going to show this sweet little "French pastry" precisely how 
masculine he really was, and soon he'd have her crawling for cock. 

"NON! MONSIEUR BOB! YOU MUST NOT DO THEES THEENG! PLEASE!" she begged, her 
voice so loud it carried through the entire house. Yet she feared to scream 
louder, for neighbors might hear, and the one thing she didn't want was for 
some outsider to call the police. Bob Waner was her sponsor, and if he went 
to jail for any reason, or even if he felt displeased with her for any 
reason, it was back to France. She had to be careful because she had no 
desire to be on a plane and headed to her little country home. 

Even as she thought these things, her fingers jabbed at Bob's handsome face, 
pulling his hair, as she realized she was automatically struggling to 
preserve her honor. Mere words would obviously not be enough to help her 
escape from what this man intended. She was caught on the horns of a dilemma 
and didn't know what to do. It was plain that Bob Waner was either not 
himself, or his real self was finally emerging, because this man was clearly 
intent on attacking her, assaulting her body, taking her honor, and it made 
her all the more determined to stop him. She slapped his face, hard, and the 
jolt shocked him, stopping him cold for a moment. She thought it might be 
enough to snap him out of his madness. 

Bob sat back for a moment, smoothing his hair with both hands, then he 
looked at her, and snarled through gnashing teeth, "Now you listen to me, 
Mariane. You listen good. Either you do what I want, or I swear to God I'll 
withdraw my sponsorship and send you packing right back to France." 

"Mon Dieu!" the woman babbled. "Why? What 'ave I done to you for you to do 
thees 'orrible theeng to me? I do all the work for Madame, I do not get in 
your way. M'sieur Bob, I am a virgin and wish to remain so until I meet the 
right man." 

"As far as you're concerned, honey, I'm the right man. My wife is pushed all 
out of proportion right now, and I can't stand to look at her. This doesn't 
mean I've suddenly lost the urge to fuck. Now I need it more than ever, and 
since you're in this house, living under my roof, like my wife, eating the 
same food as my wife, going places with my wife, doing things for my wife, 
it's time you acted like a second wife to me, at least until Carol has the 
baby and she's back in shape again." Mariane began crying, tears bitterly 
falling from her eyes, and as she struggled to a half-sitting position, Bob 
pulled her dress off her shoulders and along her arms, yanking it off and 
down to her waist. She writhed as she sobbed, still fighting him, her heart 
breaking. How was she to struggle against something like this? He ruthlessly 
swept her flailing hands to the side, reached behind her, and somehow undid 
the hooks to her brassiere. She began screeching and yowling like a wildcat, 
trying to claw him as he pulled the straps from her shoulders and yanked the 
harness off, tossing it to the floor. Now, the lovely white, apple-shaped 
mounds of her milk-white breasts were exposed to his lasciviously hungering 
gaze. They bounced and quivered with the contortions of her body. The 
nipples were thick little buttons waiting to be made into swelling little 
fingers. They were pink, circled by equally pink haloes, each the size of a 
silver dollar. 

Holding her arms tightly pinned to her sides, he lowered his wetly parted 
lips to the pink little bud that was her left breastpoint, his cheek 
brushing against the soft, white satiny skin of her mammary. The flesh felt 
like the surface of a peach that had forgotten to grow fuzz... as supple as 
the flesh on a baby's rear-end. 

The terrified young girl began screaming again, her head arching back as she 
felt pain while the man's sharp teeth sank into the billowed succulence that 
was her right breast. She kicked, her thighs inadvertently opening, and his 
left hand shot between her loins before she was able to clench them shut. 
His fingers began probing hungrily for the heated little furrow of her 
delectable pussy, still protected by the gauzy sheerness of the little white 
bikini panties she had recently purchased. 

The flaring heat of inner animal wantonness charged like a shooting jet 
plane into his throbbing penis, and with a frantic, hurried jerk, he finally 
managed to tug her dress over her hips and pull it off, throwing it to the 
floor along with her brassiere. Her half-slip followed. Mariane's smoothly 
tapered columnar thighs flailed insanely against him, though she was 
beginning to weaken from constantly struggling. 

Bob was completely wrapped up in what he was doing. Nothing else mattered as 
he heard the pulsing beat of blood in his temples as his eyes now focused on 
the sheer whiteness of the young woman's flimsy panties creasing the soft 
white flesh of her rounded hips, the same panties he'd seen outlined against 
her dress only moments earlier. The white material stretched tightly over 
her slightly raised pelvis, failing to conceal entirely the golden triangle 
of soft, pelvic down at the junction between her milk-white thighs. 

Hungry for her as he hadn't been for a woman in the longest time, the 
aroused young attorney forced another kiss on her as he did his best to 
start tugging down her panties with his left hand. But no matter how hard he 
tried, he found it almost impossible because of the head-on clash between 
two overwhelming desires: the young girl's desperate struggle to protect her 
innocence, and his maddeningly aroused, uncontrolled passion for her 
sensually youthful body. There was a biting agony in his shuddering loins 
arid it was turning into a viciously stabbing pain. He found he was no 
longer able to withstand the torment. If he was unable to slide the panties 
off, he'd rip them off. With a powerful jerk of the wrist, he pulled, 
tearing the material, shredding the flimsy seat covers, feverishly yanking 
them from her lovely hips and now revealing all of her whole, softly solid 
naked flesh as she lay there helplessly before him. Since she had been in 
the house and had no intention of going out that day, she was bare-legged, 
and her shoes had long ago fallen to the floor. 

Bob Waner felt his heart pounding like a violent triphammer. He moved his 
hand from her arm down to the jutting mound of his own pelvis, and undoing 
his belt, unhooked his pants and began tugging them down. Without wanting 
to, he found himself forced to release his grip on Mariane, and in that 
brief instant the young woman-jerked away from him, hurling herself to the 
floor and free of the sofa out of his reach. But though she was fast, Bob, 
in his fervent desire for her was even faster, and with a single sweep of 
his forearm he reached down, gripped her around her slenderly narrow, naked 
waist, and slammed her back onto the sofa. This time she fell on it 
face-down, right next to him. 

Staring with eyes filmed by lust, Bob looked at the firmly rounded halves of 
her pert little buttocks, their smooth shapes grinding together like a pair 
of volleyballs covered with goosepimply flesh as she squirmed and struggled 
savagely. The beautiful blonde French woman twisted herself over in an 
instant. Bob enjoyed the sight of her pallid, alabaster form nakedly 
wriggling and squirming, from her jiggling breasts to her blonde pelvic 
mount. For the first time, seeing the desperation in her struggles, he 
became suddenly aware of her really innocent girlishness. Though she was 
unquestionably a hot and sensual female, she had that special air about her, 
giving her a tempting, coquettish little-girl appeal. 

The handsome and successful lust-filled attorney kicked free of his pants 
and undershorts, pressing a knee into her belly as he took the time to 
remove his upper clothing as well. All he had on were his black socks as he 
tried lying full length on her. Once again Mariane found herself struggling 
as if for her very life as she felt Bob Waner's hotly pulsating penis 
pressing itself against the softly cringing flesh between her tender young 
thighs. 

The perspiring, panting man was no longer able to stand what was happening; 
his hard cock was a throbbingly pulsating branding iron filled with a raging 
hot pain that was demanding to be cooled off. Brutally he reached down with 
his two hands and tugged her thighs forcefully apart. She resisted, but he 
was stronger, and was further strengthened by the hungrily overpowering 
animal desire in his aching loins. The young French woman did her best to 
strain away from him, even trying to press her hands against his now-bare 
pelvis in a vain attempt to shield herself and her nakedly open pussy from 
this man's wanton ravishment, but the feel of her fingers down there, a mere 
inch away from his throbbingly pulsating penis, merely served to intensify 
the man's uncontrollable desire. When he felt her fingers accidentally brush 
over the blood-bloated tip of his anxiously pulsating penis, there was 
absolutely no question of him so much as wanting to retain control of 
himself. 

"MARIANE!" HE GASPED. "DON'T FIGHT ME! I NEED YOU! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND... I 
NEED YOU. IT'S A TERRIBLE THING FOR A MAN TO BE WITHOUT A WOMAN FOR SO LONG. 
I HAVE TO HAVE THAT LOVELY LITTLE PUSSY OF YOURS. PLEASE DON'T FIGHT AGAINST 
ME! PLEASE!" 

He was up on his knees now, still between her lovely pillarly thighs, 
forcing them wider apart, pushing, driving his rock-solid cock farther and 
farther along, narrowing the distance between its head and the woman's 
helplessly quivering vagina. His penis was immense, much longer than 
anything Mariane had ever seen before. Not that she was that experienced. 
Andre was the only boy she had ever really seen with an erection, and this 
one made Andre's look like a pinky. When the tip of it brushed against her 
vaginal lips, he felt the warm, clasping labia automatically and 
involuntarily clench shut, actually gripping the very tip of his hardened 
penile helmet, and now the poor, terrified woman was screaming even louder 
than before, no longer caring about what happened to her employer as long as 
he was not allowed to do this horrible thing to her. 

"MON DIEU! MON DIEU! SIL VOUS PLAIT! PLEASE... NO... DO NOT DO THEES THEENG, 
M'SIEUR BOB. I AM BEGGING FOR YOU NOT TO DO EET... AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!! " 
Her wide eyes were flooded with tears as she pleaded and begged to be spared 
the pain and degradation she knew would be coming. But Bob was impatient, 
and using his fingers to hold his penis steady, he thrust forward. 

Pain the like of which she would never have imagined charged through the 
terrified young French woman. She screeched, "EEEEYYYYAAAA- 
GGGGHHHHRRRRGGGGGHHHH! " The penis pushed deeper very quickly, and just as 
quickly found her hymen. With a single thrust it slammed right through, 
ripping the membraneous barrier to countless pieces. He shoved his hardened 
cock even deeper into her tightly defenseless pussy. The writhing young maid 
was screaming hysterically again and again, pinned like a helpless 
butterfly, feeling raging pain and terror at the brutally unfeeling rape he 
was perpetrating on her body. 

Bob shuddered, feeling a welcome surge of thrilling relief sweeping through 
his loins as the tightly warm walls of her wetly dripping pussy closed 
solidly around his hardened pole of stabbing flesh. Was she ever something, 
this little French dish! Her cunt was tight, but not painfully so, and in 
spite of her terror and anguish she was lubricating with every forward 
lunge, as he sank his immense rod another inch into her each time, filling 
her wetly cringing, formerly virginal passage with his masculine 
muscularity. 

He had his hands gripping her biceps, pushing down on them, securing her 
upper arms as she sobbed and cried out, jerking her tortured body in a 
struggling effort to escape the horror that had overtaken her. His penis was 
causing more pain, stretching her narrow interior, making it widen as never 
before. Her trembling legs continued flailing out, though she was nearly 
exhausted and gasping for breath to fill her tired, panting lungs. Her 
agonizingly pained and stretched womanly tunnel had been breached and was 
now wide open to his continuing assault. 

Bob thrust hard and deep, powerfully driving his penis into her, throwing 
all his weight behind his ramming penis, making it sear like a burning torch 
into the constricted depths of her squeezing belly, boring deeper and deeper 
into her, his ass rotating as if he were actually screwing his surging cock 
into her, while strangled and hoarse cries escaped her dry, parched lips. 

The man wetly kissed the blonde woman's tear- stained cheeks as his anxious 
loins brutally ground themselves against hers. Mariane twisted her head 
wildly from side to side, tossing her golden luxuriant hair, now tied in a 
pony tail, behind her as she continued doggedly fighting with a waning 
strength. 

Ignoring the feeble blows of her clenched fists, Bob reached beneath her 
soft, roundedly warm buttocks with his two hands, and, cupping an ass- mound 
in each palm, he lifted her struggling and violently thrashing loins against 
the pressure of his grinding pelvis, thrusting into her with fresh vigor so 
that his loud, straining groans were almost able to drown out her tearful 
sobs of anguish. Perspiration drained from the lust-crazed attorney's 
forehead as he continued slamming his throbbingly swollen penis in and out 
of her. Each thrust felt deeper to Mariane, and though the pain was 
beginning to recede, she wondered if she had suddenly become a bottomless 
well. 

To Bob Waner, it appeared his entire body was numb, except for the long, 
hard shaft of his working penis. It was as if the complete being had 
submerged itself into his penile organ, a single, pulsing, ploughing, 
devastating organ that appeared to continually grow in size with every 
overpowering thrust and jerk of his driving loins. Mariane's wet and 
slippery vaginal passage, now freely lubricated with her own juices and 
virginal blood, clamped softly around the thrusting organ inside her, her 
burning inner heat a match for his own, though she was as yet unaware of the 
need building inside her. 

Mariane continued wriggling helplessly, squirming like an impaled insect as 
the attorney pressed his face lower and began orally caressing the sweat- 
soaked pink tips of her tender nipples. The man was thrilled with rapture, 
feeling a tell-tale surge beginning deep in the woman's loins. She was 
starting to move without realizing it, matching his rhythm, though her mind 
was not yet aware of it. She had closed her eyes, not wanting him to see the 
lust starting to build in them, but her teeth were tightly clenched as she 
realized the torment in her womb was fading, and in its place was a totally 
different feeling-a feeling Andre had often tried to describe to her, though 
she had never believed him. Now, for the first time, under the moving body 
of this all-but-strange man, she was starting to feel things she didn't want 
to feel. She was starting to feel ecstatic delight, and it was pouring 
heavily over her. 

Bob stared, unable to believe his eyes, seeing the way she was quickly 
responding. Damn! He knew it! She was French! As far as he was concerned 
that meant she was automatically sensuous. Now she was proving it by the 
motions of her buttocks as they rose and fell with his thrusting movements. 

His sweating palms slowly moved over her naked form, rubbing her breasts, 
then returning to her buttocks and squeezing them. She was no longer 
resisting him and trying to thrust him out of her. Now when his fingers went 
down to her buttocks, they seeped between her cheeks, probing in the crack, 
as well as teasing the hair-lined lips of her tender vagina. His fingertip 
flicked lightly at the tightly puckered brown bud of her anus as his hand 
eased between their perspiration-soaked bodies and pressed almost painfully 
against the nether opening. 

Mariane wanted to resist, to pull his finger out of her rectum, but she 
instinctively realized it would be a losing battle. It was something she 
would have had to suffer through, except she realized, against her will, she 
was actually enjoying it. 

The finger moved deep into the soft rubbery flesh of her rectal corridor, 
moving around and around, expanding the narrow little hole and moving deeper 
until the palm of his hand lay flattened against her yielding asscheeks, the 
entire forefinger buried all the way inside her forbidden rear tunnel. 

Bob found all this almost impossible to believe. The girl loved it! How 
lucky can a guy get! This was too much for anyone. Wow! Just a few minutes 
ago he had been sitting next to her, quietly sipping Scotch, and now... 
this! It seemed too fantastic to be real. Damn! She was as good as Carol. In 
fact, she was better than Carol had been on the first night. She was as good 
as Carol was in the prime of fucking! This was going to turn into one hot 
little cunt, all right. Hell! When this was over she would cry and harangue 
him about how he had taken her honor, and would probably fight him the next 
time he fucked her... and there sure as hell would be a next time. But after 
awhile she would come to love it, and as long as Carol didn't find out about 
it, everything would be fine. Carol was more than slightly jealous. Even 
when Carol was in condition to be fucked again, once his offspring was 
tucked away for the night, and Carol was fast asleep, Bob intended sneaking 
into Mariane's room and occasionally slipping it to her. Carol was a sound 
sleeper. Once she conked out, nothing short of an explosion would awaken 
her. This little French bitch was hotter than a penny firecracker. 

He began a solid, rhythmic fucking motion in and out of her wetly stretched 
vagina, thrusting solidly forward without mercy from the arch of his 
backstroke, continually battering her writhing, wriggling body solidly into 
the soft cushions of the sofa, all the while continuing his ceaseless and 
relentless plundering of her anus with his rigid forefinger, slowly 
pistoning it in and out, in and out in cadence to the long, skewering 
thrusts of his lust-distended phallus, bringing loud, sobbing gasps from the 
young woman's half-opened lips in time with the thrilling probe of his 
finger working in her rectum. He was able to feel the hard probe of his cock 
with his finger through the thin, fleshy membrane separating to two channels 
as he crammed his cock into her again and again, his finger continually 
stretching and plundering her asshole, the fingertip moving along the entire 
length of his cock with the separating membrane in-between. The penis 
continued wetly slithering into her cunt again and again, probing the fiery 
depths of her womb. 

Mariane had given up trying to understand why she was enjoying it. All she 
knew was, she liked it very much. Through a series of unusual circumstances 
she had found herself in this helpless position, and now she realized that 
if there was no way out of it, fighting it would only make it more painful 
to her. Mentally shrugging, she decided to accept what fate was dealing her, 
and once she had relaxed her inner body, making the pain go away, she found 
herself responding more and more strongly to what Bob was doing to her. Her 
blood was starting to boil with thrilled rapture as the long, thickly 
swollen male penis continued shoving itself ever deeper into her previously 
virgin body. She had to admit she loved the very roughness of it, and now 
she also realized the solidity and size of the immense organ was what helped 
to make it feel so good. Anything thinner or shorter probably would not have 
been nearly as pleasurable. She also realized she had certain masochistic 
urges as she felt his finger continually and pleasurably rummaging in her 
rectum. Lying flat on her back this way, absolutely naked and helpless, she 
let those shameful passions and desires run rampantly through her quivering 
body. Of her own volition she tugged her knees back against her breasts as 
she loudly sighed out her delight, now actually savoring the wondrously deep 
thrusts of her employer's penis as it rummaged all the way inside her 
vaginal passage. Whatever soreness remained was all but gone or overpowered 
by the thrilling sensations charging through her as the hard penis continued 
burrowing like a blunt-nosed mole into the depths of her shuddering passage. 
There was no doubt about how well-endowed Bob Waner was, and it was obvious 
he was well-skilled in the use of his penis. Right now, savagely and 
brutally raped to the point of loving it, this was all she really cared 
about, because she was well aware, from what her mother had told her, that a 
wonderful feeling was waiting for her at the end of it all. 

Her hips were now spinning, moving in a savage rhythm all their own, 
grinding solidly against the man's hairy loins, speeding up and increasing 
her responding upward and downward thrusts against his penis and finger. The 
man stepped up the dual pace of his cock and manual digit ravaging her two 
hotly hungry holes between her quivering thighs. 

"OU! OUI! OUI!" she gasped. " DO IT TO ME, M'SIEU... DO NOT STOP NOW... 
FEENEESH WHAT YOU ARE STARTEENG... " She was wriggling, her voice gasping as 
her body lewdly moved around beneath Bob's battering pelvis, knocking the 
sofa cushions askew again in her continued mindless passion. 

The wanton French woman opened her clear eyes, looking straight up into the 
face of the man who was continually ravaging her as he hovered over her, but 
his face was a blank shadow. Lifting her neck slightly, she looked down 
between her upraised thighs and stared at the length of the wetly glistening 
shaft of hardened penis, sliding with just the right amount of resistance in 
and out of her wildly shuddering and contracting vagina. A frigid chill 
charged along Mariane's spine as Bob continued thrusting his hips forward, 
driving the thickly gleaming pole all the way into the hotly glistening 
depths of her tightly clasping tunnel. It no longer mattered who the man was 
above her. For the first time Mariane was able to understand why her mother 
had so many "boy friends," and yet loved none of them. She felt no love for 
Bob Waner, yet she loved what he was doing to her, though she was still 
looking forward to the climax her mother told her was always there at the 
end of every rainbow-climbing. She needed that penis nice and hard... needed 
it to finish what it had started; needed it to make her feel what her mother 
told her a woman always felt if she was a sensuous woman. That sweet length 
of hard masculine gristle was buried all the way between her thighs, making 
her feel delightful. 

The fevered ecstasy soon reached a bone- shattering peak. She was going to 
reach that summit of which her mother had so often spoke when instructing 
her on how to care for herself when with men. Though her mother had warned 
her against fornication, the woman was realistic enough to understand her 
daughter would eventually become involved with a man. She was too realistic 
to hope Mariane would marry first, but she at least hoped Mariane would have 
enough feeling for the man to enjoy what she was doing. 

As it turned out, Mariane was far more sensual than her mother had ever 
believed. As a result, even though she had not the least bit of feeling for 
Bob Waner as a man, she was insane about what his penis and finger were 
doing to her. 

"MORE, M'SIEU... " she begged. "DO NOT STOP, NOW. PLEASE, I AM BEGGING 
YOU... HOW YOU SAY, FUCK ME, M'SIEU... FUCK ME! KEEP DOING EET... I LOVE 
EEET... YOU MUS' NOT STOP... " 

"You like it, huh, Frenchie?" he gasped. 

"Oui! Geeve me more of eet... " She was actually grunting her words at him, 
grinding her nakedly spinning young ass against him faster and faster, 
trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of heated flesh that was skewering 
her like a heavy hunk of meat, pounding its long way ever deeper into the 
sucking tightness of her squeezing femininity with a frantic animal tempo. 

It was impossible for the two of them to continue the heated pace any 
longer. Both felt so overwhelmingly good. Bob, not having had a decent 
orgasm in months, had lost total control of his body, and he knew he was 
about to apex very shortly. Merely looking at the beautiful blonde below 
him, seeing the distorted look of ecstasy scrawled all over her face, was 
enough to build him to the peak. He began swiftly pushing and pulling his 
penis back and forth, now leaving his finger buried to its full length in 
her narrow rectum. He buried his pulsing cock right up to the pubic hairs in 
her sweet belly, moving with harder and harder strokes, all but ripping her 
open with every driving lunge. 

Faster and faster his cock moved in her tunnel, and Mariane sensed it was 
swelling, becoming even thicker inside her. Though she wasn't certain what 
this meant, she had a feeling he was on the verge of his own orgasm. She 
sensed every muscle tensing in him as perspiration dripped from his chest 
and thighs, while he pounded harder and deeper into her. 

"I'M... UHHHH... GOING TO SHOOT... " he gasped. 

"NO... NO... " she begged. "DO NOT DO EET YET, M'SIEU. WAIT JUST A MOMENT... 
HAAAANNNNHHHH... LONG- ERRRRRR... PLEASE... PLEASE... I MUS"AVE MY OWN 
CLIMAX, TOO... JUS' A LITTLE LONGER... UUUNNNHHH!!!" 

She realized nothing, she was able to do or say would dissuade him. He was 
going to peak and that was all there was to it. 

Bob's mouth opened wide, and then a loud groan of lust bellowed out of him. 

"AAAAWWWAAAUUUGGGHHHAAA- RRRGGGHHHUUNNGGHH... HHHAAA- 
YYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH- AANNGGHH!" he bellowed, as his sperm- bloated 
testicles heatedly pumped blast after blast of white sperm deep into her 
seething pussy. 

Mariane, so close to her own satisfaction now, frantically ground her body 
and wriggling loins all the more tightly against the man's hairy pelvis, 
feeling the hotly plumping flow enter her. Her vaginal lips squeezed 
tightly, her eager pussy milking his jerking penis, rubbing her interior 
against it the last few seconds it remained hard, and then, there she was. 

"AAAAIIIEEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHH- UUUNNNGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHEEE- YYYAAARRRGGGHHHHH!" 
she screeched. 

Now her vagina began milking more incessantly than ever, pulling, sucking, 
yanking on the penile organ, tugging it, pulling the entire flow of liquid 
from it, making it quickly deflate. 

All too soon it was over. For a brief while he lay on top of her, and then, 
as her strength seeped out of her and he became too heavy, she began 
gasping. 

Bob slid off her and got to his feet. He gripped Mariane by her upper arm 
and pulled her up, too. 

"Now you listen to me," he said to her. "Maybe I started out forcing you to 
do this, but you liked it just as much as I did. Now I don't want any bull 
from you about how I ruined you. You're the same woman you were fifteen 
minutes ago. All I did was get rid of a troublesome piece of tissue. I'm 
telling you right now, there'll be times in the future when I'm going to 
want more of the same. I expect you to give yourself to me without an 
argument." 

"Monsieur Bob, you 'ave done a terrible theeng," Mariane insisted. "Eef you 
were working in my 'ouse, I would not ever theenk of shaming you as you 'ave 
done to me. Thees shows you 'ave no respect for me." 

"That's not true, Mariane. What happened was something biological, and 
something I can't explain. But remember, if you say anything to anyone, 
especially to Madame Carol, I'll see to it you go right back to France. Now, 
get the upholstery cleaner and clean the blood from the sofa cushions. Then 
you can go back to watching TV." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Mariane knew better than to say anything to Carol about her husband's 
infidelity, but it seethed inside her, making her angry. That night, she 
slept badly, her mind tormented by what the man had done, but her body 
inwardly trying to reach out for more. She felt ashamed of herself and knew 
she had to keep herself under control. 

The next day, after Bob had gone off to work, she was totally unprepared for 
what would happen. She had already cleaned the house and made her own bed, 
always leaving Carol's bed unmade, but neat, so the mistress of the house 
was able to lie down whenever she felt tired. 

It was the middle of the morning, not quite eleven o'clock when Carol called 
to her to sit with her in the solarium. 

"Oui, Madame," Mariane nodded, dressed in another of the dresses the Waners 
had bought her, this one a rich lavender. 

"First," Carol, who was stretched out on the sun-porch divan, said, "I want 
you to call me Carol, not Madame. It's true you work for us, but I want us 
to be friends, Mariane. I want us to be good friends." 

"But of course," Mariane nodded, sitting in the chair opposite Carol. She 
noticed the poor woman was really stretched out of shape. Yet, it was only 
one part of her, her belly, that was distorted. The rest of her was still 
seemingly normal. She had thought Carol's breasts to be obscenely distorted 
too, but now she realized that although the woman's mammaries had become 
heavier during her pregnancy, they were still firm and not sagging. 

Carol as wearing a green robe that day. It was open in front, revealing part 
of her breasts, but Mariane understood the woman's need for comfort at a 
time like this more than a need for being either stylish or worried about 
something-or-other showing. 

"Tell me about France, Mariane," Carol said. 

"I've been told it's such a romantic country." 

"To many, especially to many French, it is paradise," Mariane admitted. 
"However, to me it is a feelthy place. To begeen weeth, the ceeties are 
overcrowded. The country, ah, now that ees a deefferent story. The country 
has the odors of the ceety. I was born and brought up in the country, and I 
am not ashamed that I am a farm girl. My education is as good as that of any 
ceety girl, perhaps better, since many of them do not speak English." 

"Is it true what they say about love in Paris?" Carol asked. 

"What do they say?" Mariane asked. 

"That love is Paris is better than anywhere else in the world?" 

"Love is good no matter where, provided you are in love weeth the man oo is 
making love to you. If you do not love a man and you are in Paree, then to 
make love ees a waste of time. If you love a man and you are on a desert 
island, such love is priceless." 

"Are Frenchmen better at making love than Americans?" 

"Thees ees a question I cannot answer." 

"You mean because you've never made love to an American?" 

"No, I mean 'ave nevair made love to a Frenchman." 

"Good Lord! Are you trying to tell me that at your age, you, a Frenchwoman, 
are still a virgin?" 

"No! That would be a lie," she replied, bitterly, restraining herself from 
telling Carol it was Bob who had removed her virginity. 

"Tell me," Carol said. "Is it true that in France it is considered all right 
for two women to make love to one another as a man and a woman might?" 

"Pardon?" 

"Did you ever read Nana?" Carol asked. 

"But of course. Zola is required reading in school." 

"Do you remember what the prostitute did with Nana?" 

"Madame, what are you trying to say?" 

"I asked you to call me Carol." 

"Vairy well then, Madame Carol, what are you trying to say?" 

"For God's sake, crawl down off that lofty peak," Carol almost screamed. 
"Mariane, I need a friend." 

"I weel be your friend, Carol," Mariane said softly, moving out of her chair 
and kneeling on the floor next to the sunroom sofa on which Carol lay. 

"Mariane, my husband no longer looks at me like a woman," Carol said, crying 
a little. 

She stood up and began walking into the next room. Mariane followed her, 
saying, "But Carol, eet ees only natural. You carry the baby eenside you. 
'Ow can you carry a baby and not be changed? Monsieur Bob I am sure 
understands this?" 

"He hasn't made love to me in so many months," Carol sobbed, walking up the 
stairs slowly. 

Mariane walked behind her, supporting her back. Once at the top of the 
stairs Carol headed for her bedroom with Mariane behind her. 

"You weel see, Carol," Mariane said to the woman, who she suddenly realized 
was not really that much older than herself. "When the babee is born, and 
you 'ave properly rested, your husband weel love you more than ever." 

"But that doesn't answer my need right now," Carol insisted, taking off her 
robe. 

Naked, she looked like a woman who had swallowed a watermelon whole. Her 
belly was stretched way out in front of her, and yet she didn't really look 
fat. The rest of her was still slender, and though she had a series of 
stretch marks on her belly, her thighs and buttocks were still exquisitely 
shapely. 

"I want to be loved now," Carol insisted, sitting nakedly on the bed, then 
swinging her feet around and propping herself against some pillows. 

" 'ave you told M'sieu Bob?" 

"Of course I've told him. It isn't his fault, I guess. The sight of me this 
way prevents him from having an erection. Mariane, prove you're my friend." 

" 'ow can I do that?" the French woman asked. "Undress and lie next to me 
for a little while," Carol told her. 

"But 'ow can thees make you feel bettair?" 

"It will, it will," Carol assured her. "You have to help me, Mariane, 
please." 

"I do not know eef I can do such a thing." 

"Mariane, either you are my friend, or not. I need a friend more than a maid 
or a governess, especially right now." 

"But 'ow does my doing this make me more of a friend?" 

"Do it!" Carol insisted. "Do it, or I'll swear I'll find an excuse to have 
Bob send you right back where you came from." 

"Are you so insecure you 'ave to threaten me?" Mariane asked. "Friends do 
not threaten. Friends love one another as much as lovers." 

"YES, YES, YES," Carol sobbed. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT, WHAT I NEED. I NEED TO 
BE LOVED, MARIANE. PLEASE, LOVE ME! UNDRESS, LIE HERE ON THE BED, AND LOVE 
ME." 

Shrugging, Mariane slipped out of her clothing, and Carol stared with envy 
at the young French woman's slender torso. Nakedly she stood in front of 
Carol, wanting to be friendly with this woman she had thought of as her 
benefactress, and yet still in awe of her. 

"Ees thees the way you weesh me to be?" 

Mariane asked. 

"My, but you are beautiful," Carol gasped. "In fact, you're stunning. After 
I have my baby I hope I can get my figure back into shape like yours." 

"I weel help you," Mariane replied. 

"Thank you," Carol sighed, drying her eyes. "Mariane, I need to be loved. 
Will you make love to me as it was done in Nana? I promise I'll do the same 
for you." 

"I do not know what to say," Mariane replied, more than a little confused. 

"Say you will, please say you will." 

Afraid to make the woman angry again, Mariane took a deep breath, exhaled, 
and finally said, "Oui! I weel do as you weesh." 

"Surely you must have done something like this with a man," Carol insisted. 

"No," Mariane replied. "Thees ees one theeng I 'ave nevair done." 

"Well, I've done it with my husband lots of times," Carol told her. "But 
this will be my first time with a woman. There are so many different things 
we, as women, can do," Carol insisted. "But, first things first. I want you 
to kiss me between my thighs. I want you to do it often enough until you are 
used to it. For every time you make me climax that way, I'll do the same for 
you," Carol insisted. "You'll see, I'm not unfair. Now come, I want you to 
begin, first." 

Carol pushed herself down on the bed, shoving a pillow beneath her buttocks, 
lifting that part of her a little higher to make things easier for Mariane. 

Mariane hesitated for a moment, then thought to herself, If thees ees what I 
must do to remain here in America, I weel do eet!" 

Determined not to feel repulsed, realizing men did this with women all the 
time, Mariane knelt on the bed and lowered herself to a prone position, 
staring at the slash between Carol's thighs. Her belly might have been 
distended, but her vagina was still the same. It probably would remain the 
same until the baby was born. Actually, Mariane had to admit the woman had a 
very attractive vagina. It made her wonder about the shape of her own 
cuntlips. Was the slash between her own legs as nice to look at as the long 
dimple between Carol Waner's thighs? 

Carol, her own head resting on two other pillows, stared over her swollen 
belly and wide- open thighs at the lovely young French woman's face. She saw 
what she believed was a glint in Mariane's eyes, and thought, This is a true 
French woman, all right. Even if I have to start her, now that she's 
started, nothing will stop her. As she watched, she saw the blonde woman 
going down, her face disappearing behind her own mountainous belly. Carol 
felt the woman's hot breath on her cuntlips, and her own heavy breathing was 
already slowly calming down. Mariane's lovely eyes were now mere slits, open 
just enough for her to see the lovely pink target at which she was aiming. 

Mariane was far more sensuous than even she realized. Looking at Carol's 
vagina, she found herself admiring it more and more. It was a work of art, 
something no Rodin would ever be able to properly capture. Not even Renoir 
would be able to paint such a lovely looking slash. She found herself 
thinking with the mind of a man, admiring the lovely sex of another woman, 
and she didn't feel the least bit ashamed. She watched as it opened and 
closed with Carol's breathing, pulsating, urging Mariane closer and closer. 
Yes, the sight of that fur-ringed bull's-eye between Carol's thighs was 
beginning to have the strangest effect on Mariane. She felt heat welling up 
inside her, just as it had built when she had been fucked by Bob Waner. Odd, 
but for some strange reason she felt this overpowering compulsion to do just 
what was done in Nana. She wanted to make mad, passionate love to the 
simmering slit, to lick it, to press it against her oral lips, to allow her 
tongue to sink into the slick slash between those pouting labia. It was 
really an extraordinary sight, and one that was quite beautiful. Now she 
understood why Andre had always been after her to let him see her vagina. If 
her own pussy looked anything like the one at which she was staring, right 
now, it had to be a beautiful sight. 

The rich ebony fur surrounding the lovely cunt like a thick hedge of 
protective moss, almost covering the shell-shaped beauty of the inner 
vagina. Carol's darkly curling pubic hair looked like shimmering strands of 
black lace, but it was the lovely vagina surrounded by the hair that was 
drawing her attention even more. The two pouting lips seemed to pucker as if 
begging Mariane to come on ahead and kiss them. The larger, outer lips were 
like flower petals opening to the first rays of the morning sun, and her 
inner labia was a curlicued pair of pink ribbons that came together. At the 
summit of those ribbons was the young woman's clitoris. It looked like an 
unusually long clitoris, almost an inch in length, and resembling in every 
way the hard penis that had plunged into her own body the previous day. As 
she stared at the throbbing member, it appeared to swell and become even 
thicker. She remembered how ultra-sensitive her own clitoris had felt when 
the head of Bob's penis had touched it for an instant before plunging into 
the center of her body. She blew cool air over it, seeing Carol's thighs 
twitch as the woman shuddered. She saw the clitoris twitch like a tuning 
fork and wondered if it was possible to make a man's penis vibrate the same 
way. Mariane didn't know why, but she actually wanted to suck the other 
woman's vagina, and had the strangest feeling Carol had as strong an urge to 
do something like that to her. In fact, the knowledge that this woman did 
indeed want to perform for her made her all the more eager to begin. 

Mariane suddenly realized heavy quantities of saliva were dripping from 
between her lips. Bon Dieu! She actually ached to glue her lips to the 
slaveringly dripping slash that was Carol Waner's vagina. Was it possible 
she was like the lesbian women? Non! She didn't think so. After all, she had 
very much enjoyed what this woman's husband had done to her, even though he 
had forced himself on her. When she had seen Carol's clitoris, her first 
thought was how much it resembled a penis, and it was the thought of the 
meaty prick that aroused her most of all. 

Carol's quivering pussy was now anxiously waiting for her oral attention. 
The inner lips seemed to be clenching all the more tightly together, only to 
relax a moment later and open wide, as if attempting to invite her tongue 
inside. She saw the pink flesh expand and contract, and she understood her 
own vagina would probably react the same way. Now she understood why such a 
narrow opening was able to hold such an immensely massive organ as Bob 
Waner's penis. The inner membranes stretched and opened, and then the 
tissues were able to contract tightly as well. This meant a woman's vagina 
was able to derive pleasure from all different sizes of penises. A vagina 
would be able to widely expand for the very thick cocks, and then tightly 
close in around, and contract around, the more slender ones. It was obvious 
from the state of Carol's vagina, that prior to her pregnancy her husband 
had injected himself into her rather regularly. Now she, Mariane, for some 
reason she was incapable of imagining, actually felt jealous of the woman. 
Mon Dieu! What was the matter with her? She felt no love for Bob Waner. Why 
should she feel jealousy that Carol's vagina had been regularly injected 
with Bob's cock? 

Continuing to stare at the dripping, leaking vaginal opening, staring at the 
way the colorless fluids dripped out and seeped along Carol's thighs, she 
remembered how much she had lubricated when Bob had pushed his penis into 
her and had worked it back and forth for awhile. So, it was possible to 
lubricate without anything inside. This was most interesting. Apparently all 
women had this oily substance in their bodies. Now she didn't feel ashamed 
of having been so wet when Bob had fucked his big cock into her cunt. 

Her tongue was vibrantly twitching in her mouth, as if anxious of its own 
accord to stab out and start lapping madly. Hungrily, she looked at the 
shivering rich pinkness of Carol's vaginal lips as they suddenly contracted 
and a thin jet of oily spray came out from between her inner labia and 
coated her outer lips. A drop splashed on Mariane's mouth, and her tongue 
snapped out and licked it, suddenly realizing how deliciously exciting a 
tasteless fluid really was. The feel of it was more arousing and delicious 
than all the honeyed wines of Burgundy and Champagne. Behind that spray, 
wafting from the delicious pussy was the delicate feminine aroma of Carol's 
inner self, more stimulating than any French perfume. 

Shutting her eyes tightly, Mariane allowed herself to be guided by her 
senses. She slowly leaned forward and permitted her lips to gently kiss the 
vertical folds of Carol Waner's dripping vaginal slot. Just as the sweet 
scent from within had been tantalizing, so now the flavor was even more 
arousing. The woman's vagina was an absolute gourmet's delight. 

Dieu! No wonder Carol was not afraid of offering to do the same thing for 
her afterward. It was as thrilling to do something like this, as it was to 
have it done. 

She thrilled to the sliver of penile-shaped clitoris sliding between her 
compressing lips, and she began bobbing her head back and forth, just as she 
imagined she might do if a man put his penis into her mouth. At least, that 
was the way she had once seen her mother suck a man's penis, though she had 
always been discreet enough never to tell her mother she had been observed. 
Her lapping tongue washed across the throbbing little clitoral head just as 
her mother's tongue had once licked the large red knob of that man's hard 
penis. Now that she thought about it, she also had seen that man's erection, 
and it, like Andre's was not nearly as large as Bob Waner's. With her nose 
this close to Carol's pubic mound, her nostrils distended, and she inhaled 
the overpoweringly arousing scent of Carol Waner's femininity. She breathed 
deeply, inhaling strongly as mad, erotic images floated through her mind. 
Her lips pulled strongly, savoring the woman's enlarged clitoris, her mind 
completely involved in what she was doing. She had her concentration on the 
extended bud between her lips, and as a result didn't even feel Carol reach 
down with her two hands and press her face all the deeper into her quivering 
muff. 

Carol dug her heels into the bed and arched her back, thereby giving the 
French girl better access to her dripping cave. The separated lips seemed to 
divide and open much wider and caress Mariane's face much like the inner 
petals of a rose. 

Carol's own mind was spinning. She had been eaten by her. husband many times 
before. Yet here was this French woman, who, if she was to be believed, had 
never done anything like this before, proving herself to be at least Bob's 
equal, if not superior to her husband. The tongue was already reaching 
between her inner labia, parting them, and it wasn't hesitant about the job 
it was doing. Yes, this woman had true French blood in her, all right. It 
hadn't been diluted by the many French wines or the vile French water the 
girl had drank. This young French woman was taking to sex more easily than 
birds took to flying. 

Because her clitoris was indeed larger than that of the average woman, Carol 
thought of it as a mini-penis, and she imagined Mariane's mouth to be 
something of a vagina she was fucking her minipenis into. She began slamming 
her feminine "cock" harder into Mariane's mouth, feeling the compressed lips 
build thrills higher and higher in her shuddering body. The consistent 
pressure of the other woman's tongue sent delightful shivers blasting 
through her shuddering body. The faster she humped her clitoris into 
Mariane's mouth, the faster her lubricious flow came pouring out of her, 
dripping against the blonde's chin and graceful throat. All this did was 
arouse the French woman even more, making her lick even faster. 

Carol hadn't had an orgasm in months, and the one now in her body, anxious 
to come out, wasted no time. It was a minor climax, but a nonetheless 
enjoyable one. It charged through her body, making her gasp, 
"UUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRR- GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" It was a beginning, but it was a 
long way from the end-by a long shot. She needed more of this pretty French 
woman's oral treatment of her vagina. 

Fortunately for Carol, Mariane hadn't realized Carol had climaxed. With a 
man it would have been easy for her to know, since a man shoots a different 
fluid at orgasm. All Carol fired was more of the same lubricant. 

Mariane's mouth gaped wide, her lips no longer compressing around the nodule 
of her mistress's extended clitoris. Instead, the tongue was lancing deep 
into the inner liqueous recesses of the older woman's burning feminine 
trough, and the blonde woman was all aflame. She wished Bob Waner was home 
because at this moment she very much wanted to be fucked and solidly. Carol 
was no less aroused than Mariane, but at least she had the lovely French 
woman's mouth, and was going to use it to good advantage. 

Mariane felt more and more blisters of flaming fire burning through her. She 
didn't know what it was her body wanted, but it certainly wanted something. 
Even with desire building inside her, she kept her lips glued to Carol's 
vertical vaginal smile, drinking the outpouring juices as they flooded from 
Carol's pussy. The delightful aroma coming from within was becoming more and 
more powerful, building Mariane's olfactory senses to new heights of wanton 
deliciousness. 

The blonde woman's tongue slavered into the meaty furrow, lapping out the 
continual flow of heady, womanly wine. She drank the love fluid as swiftly 
as it came pouring out of the beautiful mother-to-be, taking the time to 
suck each labius individually into her mouth. 

Her oral action caused Carol to have a second climax, and the older, 
darker-haired woman continued slamming her thrilled, but anguished vagina 
into Mariane's working mouth. Mariane shivered as the pressure of Carol's 
pulsating inner labia pushed against her nose and forehead. 

Carol's thighs tightly closed themselves solidly around Mariane's ears. The 
older woman squeezed and crushed as the young, blonde French woman found 
herself lost in an ocean of pure orgiastic delight. She had never dreamed 
doing something like this with a woman could be so rewarding. No wonder men 
enjoyed doing it. 

Carol was all wrapped up in a sensual sea of continuing thrills. This French 
girl had proven to be a valuable find. It was hard enough to find a man able 
to lap pussy, but to find a woman like this... this was a veritable gem. She 
was at least as agile with her tongue as Bob, her husband. To think of all 
those nights she lay awake with the baby growing in her belly, next to a 
snoring husband, writhing and twisting and even fingering herself in the 
hope of seeking some kind of satisfaction. The pressure of the tongue 
working in her vaginal opening was exactly what she needed. If she was 
unable to have a penis, at least she would have a good substitute. 

When Mariane finished with her, she would have to do the same thing to the 
blonde woman. Funny, even though she had never done it with another female, 
she was looking forward to doing it. If Mariane, as she suspected, was no 
longer a virgin, there was always the opportunity to buy a dildo and the two 
of them would take turns wearing it and fucking each other. 

Now the lapping tongue of the slender French woman was going into overdrive. 
It licked strongly, working away at the upper vaginal wall of Carol's 
interior. This was perhaps the single most important wall in her vagina, 
since it contained most of her inner nerve-endings. It was that part of her 
always touched by her husband's penis when he put it into her; the spot 
other than her clitoris that when massaged would bring her to a satisfactory 
orgasm. Somehow, Mariane, who if she was to be believed, was a complete 
novice at this, had found that sensitive string of inner nerves that ran 
through the sensitive roof of her vagina. 

The fluid oozing from Carol's seething interior was becoming more and more 
tasty. The more Mariane licked, the more she was enjoying it. Her mouth 
shaped itself to the lips of Carol's honeypot, and her tongue lanced into 
her shuddering vagina again and again. Feeling the way Carol was continually 
convulsing thrilled her. Being a woman, she was nearly able to empathize 
with Carol-almost feel what she was feeling, and her tongue dove even 
deeper. 

As she drank her employer's oily flow, Carol called out to her to move her 
body around. Carol turned, lying on her side, and Mariane obeyed, moving her 
body into the sixty-nine position. Carol had to lie on her side because of 
the baby. This way none of Mariane's weight would press on Carol's stomach. 

When the rich pink culvert of the blonde woman's pussy was near her face, 
Carol hungrily proceeded to feed. She all but slammed her head against the 
wetly sucking lips of the lovely blonde, drinking the heavy outflow of 
oozing oils, her own tongue aping Mariane's, plunging into the tight, wet 
hole between the French woman's thighs, licking madly, as if she had done it 
all her life. 

Mariane gasped and shuddered. Never in her life had she felt anything quite 
like the sensation of lips and a tongue delving into her womanly orifice. 
She shuddered and clamped her thighs tightly around Carol's face, returning 
her own face to Carol's pussy. From the inexperienced way Carol was licking 
it was obvious to Mariane that Carol was as much a novice at this as she, 
yet she was also equally eager. The two of them began kissing one another 
again and again, each trying to outdo the other. 

Mariane sucked and licked, drinking more and more of the heavily outpouring 
flow, pushing her tongue against the ultra-sensitive upper vaginal wall of 
the pregnant brunette, strongly lapping away at that spot. Her tongue was 
like that of a maddened asp, lancing in and out with wildly continuous 
stabbing motions, making the older woman squirm, writhe and wriggle as she 
lifted and lowered her thighs, lying as she was, sideways. But even as 
Carol's vaginal trough wildly jumped all over the place, Mariane's mouth 
stayed with her, sucking at the slick trench, ramming her tongue in again 
and again. 

Though Carol had enjoyed many a cuntlapping from her husband, she was unable 
to remember when his tongue had given her as much pleasure as this lovely 
blonde woman was providing. What was more, Mariane would probably improve 
with experience. It was plain that this lovely blonde, probably just like 
herself, had been born to do things like this. 

Carol felt her body shuddering and climbing to new orgasmic peaks. She 
sensed her most overpowering explosion all set to engulf her. Mariane's 
tongue was moving in and out of her oiled well, beating against her inner 
walls, making her body swell with delightful thrills. Everything seemed to 
be enlarging inside her, and then suddenly, just like that, the dam broke, 
and a torrent of overpowering delight swept over her. Overpowering ripples 
charged through her womanly body as she screeched aloud, "YYYYEEEAAARRRGGG- 
HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGHH! " It walloped her with the strength of a 
heavyweight's fist, and her body bounced sideways on the bed again and again 
with Mariane's open mouth glued tightly to her dribbling crack. 

"ENOUGH... ENOUGH... ENOUGH... " Carol hoarsely gasped. "CAN'T TAKE ANY 
MORE. I'M OVERSENSITIVE." 

Mariane found herself eager to continue. She didn't want to stop, not at 
all. She was enjoying the eating as much as she had savored the brief 
moments when Carol's tongue had washed her own vagina. Carol yanked on the 
blonde woman's hair, pulling her head out from between her thighs, and then 
she clamped her thighs together so the French lady wouldn't be able to 
return to the feasting well. 

"You just relax," Carol told her. "You did for me, and I promised I would do 
for you. Now that you aren't lapping me, I have a chance to do a good job. 
We have to stay in this position because of my condition, but I don't think 
that will bother you." 

Mariane didn't reply. She was overanxious, wanting to feel everything, and 
anticipation had replaced uncertainty. 

"I'm going to try something a little different, first," Carol told her. 
"Turn around and bring your face up here." 

Mariane did as she was told, lying on her right side, facing Carol, who was 
stretched out on her left side. She didn't know what to think and opened her 
mouth to say something, but felt Carol's tongue stabbing into her mouth. The 
woman was kissing her much the way a man would kiss her. She was plunging 
her tongue in and out of Mariane's mouth, sucking out the residue of her own 
vagina. The fullness of Carol's firm breasts, made even harder by her 
pregnancy, pushed against Mariane's taut bosom, causing even more shudders 
of lascivious arousal to worm their way through the French woman. Carol, 
though oversensitive at the moment, was feeling her ultrasensitivity start 
to fade as new arousal began building headily through her. 

Carol moved so that she was all but climbing on top of Mariane, careful not 
to press her belly down too hard. Mariane writhed under the other woman's 
slightly heavier body. She parted her thighs, and suddenly Carol's fulcrum 
had somehow or other suddenly slipped between them, her thick dark hedge 
rubbing against the sparse blonde fluff on Mariane's pelvis. Tremendous heat 
was starting to inflame her, building its way up through her, and Mariane 
shuddered and gasped when she felt the brushlike hair of the darker woman's 
groin actually scrubbing the tenderly sensitive labia of her own delicate 
vagina. She writhed and wriggled all the more, enhancing the powerful 
friction building between them, and each time she felt Carol rub back and 
forth, Mariane felt static sizzle through her. 

Trying to pull air into her lungs, Mariane opened her mouth wide, but all 
she got was more of Carol's tongue. It began searching through her mouth, as 
if seeking some precious hidden treasure. 

Carol lifted her belly, changing her position a little, and suddenly Mariane 
felt a wet, soft, silken- smooth slipperiness rubbing between her delicate 
thighs. A tingle charged electrically through her as the realization that, 
under Carol's bloated belly, her clitoris was massaging that of her own. 
Electricity raged madly between the bodies of the two women. The two 
extended clitoral buds seemed to be reaching out to one another, solidly 
massaging, each turning richly red as blood stiffened them both. 

Carol was once again starting to go into heavy paroxysms of delight, as if 
in the passionate control of some mild epileptic seizure. Her body squeezed 
and writhed against that of the blonde woman, and all the French lady was 
able to do was simply lie there, unable to move without intensifying the 
fantastic sensations rippling madly through her shuddering body. 

"I'VE... HHHUUUNNNHH... NEVAIR FELT THIS WAY... OOOOOHHHHHH... BEFORE... " 
the young French woman admitted. "IT'S... OHHHHHHH... S-O-O-O-O- STRANGE... 
AAAAAHHHHHH... BUT VAIRY NICE... UNNNH... " 

"YOU ARE REALLY SOMEONE SPECIAL," Carol whispered to her. "FOR SOMEONE WHO 
HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE... UUUNNNHHHH... YOU ARE 
UNBELIEVABLE... OOOOOHHHHH... " Careful to keep the pressure off her belly, 
Carol leaned down against the body of Mariane, kissing her urgently, and 
this time Mariane responded, tongue for tongue, lick for lick, kiss for 
kiss, her mouth constantly reacting to whatever the darker woman was doing. 

Mariane simply lay there, her entire body shivering with overpowering 
wonder, writhing and wriggling as Carol's mouth finally released hers and 
began kissing her throat. The darting tongue seemed to stitch a pattern all 
the way down her chest, moving toward her bloated breasts. She squirmed and 
writhed, trying to churn herself as Carol, careful of the baby inside her, 
began kissing lower and lower. She sensed the pregnant woman was working 
toward one of her nipples, and an instant later felt heatedly moist lips 
surrounding the extended sensitivity of her rich, pink nipple. She squirmed 
and writhed all the more, gasping as the other woman's tongue carefully 
played along the tenderness of her breastpoint. 

By now, Mariane was well aware of the meaning of the word orgasm. She had 
experienced her first one the previous day, and was now experiencing another 
one. This one was much milder, and she didn't feel like shouting out her 
thrilled enjoyment to the heavens. All she knew was, it was a wonderful 
sensation, and it charged through her like a torrential rain as Carol's lips 
and tongue continued applying pressure to the peak of her ultra-sensitive 
nipple. All the while Carol continued rubbing her clitoris carefully, 
gently, and delicately against that of Mariane, causing the cream to come 
lathering from between her own moistly tender labia all the faster. 

Mariane suddenly found her fingers digging into Carol's back, as if urging 
her to continue. Her own lower half was humping up and down insanely, 
literally lifting Carol off the bed, applying pressure at the fulcrum and 
not at the belly. This caused Carol's clitoris to feel that of Mariane as it 
rubbed with such overpowering strength that she experienced another minor 
orgasm. By now, she realized the blonde woman was also starting to receive 
enjoyment from all this. 

Now Carol began slowly sliding down again, licking the white body of the 
French woman, almost lashing it with great sweeps of her tongue, at the same 
time using her fingers to continue teasing Mariane's nipples. Her mouth 
pressed itself to Mariane's flat stomach, and her tongue licked wild thrills 
through the woman. 

Mariane gasped and shuddered as Carol proceeded to lick lower, her chin 
already pushing into the sparse hairs on the younger woman's pubis, working 
through her tantalizing forest of delicate yellow curls. Mariane shuddered 
as ecstasy caused her to try and clamp her thighs together. But it was too 
late. Carol's body was already between her limbs. In order to keep them out 
of the way of Carol's belly, she raised her legs and gently allowed them to 
rest on Carol's shoulders. Her inner thighs pressed tightly against the 
older woman's shellshaped ears. Now Mariane felt the other woman's tongue 
part the soft folds leading into her vagina, spreading the cunt lips farther 
and father apart. A heated drooling stickiness came oozing out of her 
inflamed nest, and she sensed the lancing tongue licking it all up. 

Then, like a small piece of dry ice, the wetly sliding oral digit once more 
slithered between Mariane's sopping cunt lips, now slurping up and down, up 
and down, draining all the juices from the inner swamp. The knowing oral 
extension speared forward, attacking between the ultrasensitive walls of 
Mariane's aroused vagina, urging more and more liquidity from it. 

Then the tongue slithered out and proceeded to flatten itself against the 
rigid little clitoris standing out at the apex of Mariane's inner lips. 
Mariane felt as if a burning laser beam had lanced its way through her 
shuddering vitals. Strong, overpowering lips pulled and sucked on Mariane's 
man-in- the-boat, manipulating and sucking on it, tasting it like an 
ultra-sensitive little button that had suddenly enlarged until it was 
extended enough to be gripped between the other woman's teeth. Then Mariane 
felt the teeth sensitively biting, chewing carefully, as if fully aware of 
how ultra-sensitive the pearl of sensation really felt. 

Abruptly the chewing teeth and sucking lips suddenly released the aching 
clitoris so Carol's tongue was once again able to extend itself and lance 
into the broiling depths of Mariane's vagina. The French woman felt 
maddening heat blaze its way through her shuddering body, making her 
blistering inner channel flare with sizzling rapture. Then the slick, 
lapping tongue was licking in and out, in and out, working through her 
cuntal opening as if it were some kind of limber penis. To Mariane, it felt 
just like a male organ getting ready to explode inside her. Erotic telegrams 
seemed to charge through her body carrying messages of delight to every 
nerve-ending within her. Mariane now permitted her anxious body to totally 
relax and enjoy the sensations she was feeling. 

Fingers returned to her aching nipples, pressing them, pulling on them, 
building new sensations in her fire-riddled torso. Carol's fingers pressed 
on the budded extensions of her pink nipples, and Mariane felt a blistering 
inferno open up in the pit of her aching belly. These were sensations she 
had felt with Bob Waner, but not to this extent. There was something about 
this woman that brought out the hungry beast in Mariane-hungry for physical 
satisfaction on a grand scale. 

Her thighs were spread more widely than ever, and had the corded muscles 
permitted, she would have spread them open even more widely, The thrilling 
tongue plunging into her was unnerving her as it foraged deeper and deeper 
into territory heretofore touched only once before; by the cock of Carol's 
husband. But the tongue was slick and shuddery, and made her feel marvelous 
right from the start with no initial feelings of pain. 

No wonder her mother had taken so many boy friends after the death of her 
father. Not that she had ever condemned the woman, but Mariane had always 
been curious why her mother gave her body without actually charging money 
for it. True, many men were generous enough to give her mother money anyway, 
but her mother had never made money a condition of lovemaking. This was what 
her mother had kept hidden from her all these years, fearing Mariane, like 
herself, would become a total slave to the wants and needs of her body. As 
it was the French girl had developed very early in life, having full breasts 
by the age of eleven, and having her period come the year before that. 

An entirely new world was coming into existence for Mariane. This was the 
world of the adult; the world of sex without love; the world of pure 
physical enjoyment. It was a world to which her mother belonged; a world her 
mother had hoped to hide from her. 

Her thighs pressed all the more solidly around the soft face of Carol Waner 
as her burning pussy enjoyed the stabbing strokes of the dark-haired woman's 
tongue. It slurped madly through her womanly funnel. The woman was sucking 
her vaginal opening with even greater eagerness than she had displayed when 
eating Carol's cunt earlier. 

Now she was responding to the driving tongue pressure, rotating her churning 
hips, raising her buttocks, slamming her sparsely haired pubis against 
Carol's wide-open mouth. 

Wild spasms began bursting insanely through her tightly shuddering vagina. 
As the moment passed, the convulsions became more and more powerful, 
enlarging from some hidden cavern inside her and suddenly bursting out and 
firing through her quivering torso, making her feel far more thrills than 
she had felt earlier when experiencing her first oral climax. 

"EEEYYYAAAGGGHHUUNNGGHHH!" she bellowed, knowing more and more the feeling 
still building inside her in spite of the climactic thrills shooting through 
her. She was breathing raggedly, rasping sounds coming from her dry, gagging 
throat as she began choking, totally surrendering her entire self thoroughly 
and completely to the onrushing, overwhelming rapture within. Her lips 
pulled back over her teeth as she grinned a wide, orgasmic grin. Now she 
began wailing out loud like an air raid siren. 

"AAAAWWWAAAUUUGGGHHHUUU- NNNGGGHHHAAAIIIYYYAAAIIIYYYAAA- NNNGGGHHH!" 

The yelling sounds coming from her mouth were like those of a wailing 
banshee. Uncontrollable throbs of climactic sensation began shooting through 
her entire body, and she stiffened, her arms out to the side, her legs 
straight down. Her vulva muscles, used only once before, with a man's penis, 
began pulsating and insanely contracting, moving at the speed of a blinking 
eyelid. She wriggled and churned until she abruptly found herself shooting 
off the summit of Mount Everest, blasting straight up into the air, then 
failing down, down, down into a swirling sea of unutterable delight. Her 
loins quaked insanely as she continued slamming her small, rounded, 
slenderly rubbery asscheeks into the bed's mattress. All the while, Carol, 
careful of the child in her belly, continued slavering at Mariane's drooling 
vagina. 

"MORE! MORE! MORE!" the French woman was heard to gasp out with shuddering 
breath, bellowing into the air. 

Mariane heard the sounds and for a moment wondered where they were coming 
from. What woman was crazy enough to scream that way? Abruptly she realized 
she was that crazy woman. 

"Mon Dieu! Nom de nom!" she mumbled weakly, sinking down into the mattress 
and relaxing her muscles, allowing her slender thighs to lie relaxed and 
open. 

Carol had coaxed every last bit of pleasure from Mariane's body, using her 
tongue more expertly than any male cunnilinguist, probing deeply into every 
feminine hollow, uncontrollably urging every last little bit of thrilling 
sensation from her climactic organ. 

Mariane lay there, a limp, washed out dishrag, at the moment totally 
helpless, completely incapable of moving. Her muscles were completely 
relaxed, and she realized there was nothing, absolutely nothing she was 
capable of doing at that particular - moment. Every last bit of strength had 
been drained from her body. 

"We'll have to try this again, sometime," Carol said, lying beside her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

So now Mariane had two lovers, both the husband and the wife. It wasn't an 
enviable position, not at all, yet what choice did she have? Were she to be 
sent back to France, to her mother's farm in the country, sooner or later 
Andre or someone else would catch her in the hay and take advantage of her. 
Whether in France or in America she was at the mercy of others. But here, in 
America, she would eventually become a citizen, and when that happened she 
would be able to seek another line of work, perhaps that of interpreter at 
the U.N. or for some private import-export company that traded with French 
companies. Her English was improving daily. True, like most French people 
she had difficulty with the letter R and the letter H, but most of the 
people who spoke with her enjoyed her lilting French accent. 

It was while she was doing some shopping, the following day, that Mariane 
met Alvin Chardis. Alvin was a little on the pudgy side, and after a few 
moments of talking with him, she realized he wasn't the most brilliant man 
in the world, but Alvin was nice. He had clear brown eyes, curling black 
hair, a high forehead, a curved nose, and skinny lips. His chin was weak, as 
was his smile, yet for all that, Alvin, soon to be divorced from an overly 
demanding wife-she demanded his money at all times-was a nice person. She 
met him in the little park across the street from the butcher shop, and sat 
with him for awhile and talked. 

She liked him right from the start. He told her he was still in the process 
of getting a divorce, or at least his wife was, and he was looking for some 
nice girl to date. Finally he got Mariane to agree to go out with him on 
Sunday, her day off. 

Alvin was the first man Mariane met that she liked enough to date. Until 
now, she had been shy and wanted to avoid men. There was something almost 
pathetic about Alvin. She liked him immediately, and also liked the fact 
that he wasn't a groper or leaner, keeping his hands and his body to 
himself. 

She got into the car and drove back to the Waner house. Carol Waner's car 
was a little Pinto, with an automatic transmission Mariane found pleasant 
enough to drive. 

Back at the house, she finished her daily cleaning, glad Carol wasn't one of 
those women who demanded immediate attention at all times. Not only that, 
but now that she had been sexually sated, Carol was more relaxed. Mariane 
knew the woman would eventually want more, but until she actually made her 
demands, Mariane intended keeping to herself. 

That evening, Bob Waner came home late, explaining to his wife he'd had some 
extra legal duties he'd had to perform. He and Carol had a Bridge party that 
evening, and the two of them went out. They returned at midnight, and Carol, 
really bushed, went directly to bed, where she conked out the minute she hit 
the pillow. 

Bob, wearing a dressing gown and nothing else underneath, walked into the 
cozy little den downstairs where Mariane was watching a late night movie. 
She, herself, was wearing a bathrobe with a nightgown, underneath. 

"Okay if I sit with you for awhile?" Bob asked, making himself a small 
drink. 

"Thees ees your 'ouse, M'sieu Bob," she replied. "I cannot stop you." 

"Still," he said, sitting next to her on the long sofa, "it'd be nice to 
know I was welcome." 

"You are, 'ow you say, my sponsor. You 'ave been good to me, so of course 
you are welcome," she nodded, knowing it was unwise to antagonize him. He 
was going to do what he wished to do, and her resistance might only make 
things worse for her. She had to at least pretend to agree to like what he 
wanted... at least until she was a citizen, or she married a citizen, in 
which case she would have no need for Bob Waner. 

Mariane was philosophical about what was happening to her. Since there was 
no way to prevent it, she accepted it. Feeling guilty about it would not 
make either Bob Waner or his wife ease their attentions, and so she 
automatically accepted the gesture of affection her employer was showing 
her. When he put his arm around her, though she didn't actually encourage 
him, she did nothing to discourage him. After awhile she felt herself 
getting tired, starting to doze off, then suddenly catching herself as her 
head almost sank each time she nearly fell asleep. She wasn't sure how long 
they had been sitting quietly like this. The moments quietly passed with the 
movie flashing across the color TV screen. 

"Hey, you look ready to fall asleep," Bob whispered to her, giving the 
rounded swell of her shoulder the littlest nudge. His hand felt almost 
overpowering through the thin fabric of the robe she was wearing. 

"Oh, I am sorry, M'sieu Bob," she answered, nodding a little, abruptly 
realizing the man was beginning to squeeze her the littlest bit closer to 
himself. She knew automatically what this was leading to, and she steeled 
herself for it. 

Bob looked down at her and smiled, and then, without a word, the attorney 
permitted his fingers to slide along the upthrust swell of her breast until 
his open palm cupped the full, surging mound of her mammary delicately. He 
sensed her body immediately stiffening, her breath suddenly coming much 
faster as one finger, the middle finger began caressing the inviting 
softness of her full breast, rubbing the tiny swollen peak of her nipple 
through the flimsy robe and nightgown as he admired her ample, womanly 
figure. Yes, she was well-stacked French broad, all right, and just what he 
needed now that Carol was swollen so much out of shape as to be unattractive 
to him. Her skin was smooth, and the flesh was tight and resilient, her soft 
gold hair as rich and shining as that of a pre- teen. He enjoyed hearing her 
aroused breathing, knowing he was the cause of it, and he smiled to himself, 
enjoying this effect he was having on her. Yeah, it was good to have such 
total control over a woman other than his wife. Hell! He had less control 
over Carol than he did over this one. Whether she liked it or not, this 
woman was wrapped around his little finger... to be more precise, around his 
cock-that was for certain. She was right where he wanted her... in his 
power. She was a gold mine of physical delight, and he was one man who had 
no intention of losing out on this particular claim. The best part of it all 
was, because she wasn't his wife, he would be able to use her to help cement 
certain business deals as well. So either he would be fucking her, or he'd 
line her up for a client or two, and really rack up a fortune. 

He squeezed the highly sensitive nipple of her right breast with his thumb 
and index finger, and the young French woman began to involuntarily shiver, 
feeling trembling spasms from her toes moving up along her spine to her 
neck. Mariane realized she was like a toy in the hands of a vicious child, 
yet she had no choice. She had to lie there and accept what he was doing to 
her. 

Bob paused for a moment, then moved his exploring hand around the 
delightfully firm curvature of her full breast until his fingers found what 
he was seeking. With what seemed like a practiced deftness he pulled on the 
sash of her bathrobe. It pulled loose, and the robe fell open. He eased his 
hand down her back, moving along her buttocks until he reached the hem of 
her nightgown. Then he slipped his fingers underneath and slid his hand 
upward. She was wearing panties. He moved his finger to the top of her 
panties, finding the tight elastic band, then pushed a finger between the 
elastic and her smooth white skin. His finger pushed itself deeper and 
deeper, reaching far enough down into the hollow of her naked back to reach 
the top of her rounded ass cheeks. He pushed the digit between the two soft 
mounds, and began teasingly flicking the fingertip against the anus this 
same finger had invaded two days earlier. Mariane automatically shrunk away. 
- "Stay calm, you little coquette," he told her. "You've been touched there 
before, so just relax and take it easy." 

He began teasing and tickling her nakedly sensitive anal pucker, moving his 
fingertip around in slow circles as his hand eased back along the smoothness 
of her skin, feeling the way her nightgown clung tightly to her body. 
Pausing first to undo the waist cinch of her nightgown, he unbuttoned the 
three small buttons on the back of the garment, then eased the bathrobe off 
her shoulders, baring her firm, white breasts. 

He stopped for a moment, leaning back to look at her as she was turned 
toward him, her white paps straining forward, the pink nipples like puppy 
noses, puckering and looking as if they were trying to sniff far more of his 
fingers. His eyes hungrily roamed over her womanly swells and hollows. She 
had one terrifically well-formed body, all right. Yeah, she was quite a nice 
little gal, this little Frenchy. 

Now he used his two hands and fumbled some more with her robe, pulling on it 
until it slid out from under her buttocks and he was able to toss it off to 
the side. The areolas of her breasts, two silver dollar-sized circles of 
rich pinkness, made him that much more aroused and excited. Her nipples 
enlarged and swelled, becoming firm and rigid as a sudden chilling breeze 
swept over them, caressing them, sending a burst of rippling energy charging 
through the fullness of her white breasts and down into the center of her 
belly, making the woman realize she was becoming man hungry. Well, she was 
becoming hungry for a climax. Right now, the thought of having it induced by 
a man pleased her no end. What she had done with Carol the previous day had 
been nice enough, but somehow it felt better being with a man. Why, she 
didn't know, but tickling static shuddered through her, making her realize 
that even if a man's touch was harsher than that of a woman, as far as she 
was concerned it was infinitely preferable. There was a certain thrilling 
ecstasy at being looked at and caressed this way. 

His outstretched fingertips were now dancing very delicately against the 
soft and beckoning bulges of her womanly swells. First he would caress one, 
then gently caress the other before his fingers, like claws, clamped tightly 
over the ripely mature mound, squeezing the delicate marble-whiteness of her 
sweet flesh between clenched fingers. 

Marian was burning up inside. She realized it was more than the man. It was 
something taking place inside her body. He had awakened a dormant lioness 
the day he had taken her virginity, and her body, whenever only mildly 
aroused, felt a strong roaring taking place inside her. The lovely French 
woman found herself unable to stand anymore. She had stayed silent as long 
as possible, and now she was gasping, "Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Oui! Oui! Je 
t'adore... " 

"You like it, huh?" Bob whispered. 

"Oui! Oh Monsieur Bob, it feels, 'ow you say, incredible. Please do not 
stop!" 

Her knees were swinging open and closed like a pair of barroom doors. Her 
delightfully rounded ass cheeks were massaging tightly against the cushions 
of the sofa. Mariane trembled, feeling a heated dampness spreading between 
her trembling thighs as the cheeks of her fully rounded buttocks clenched 
together like clamps at the fabric of her night gown, beneath them. Even his 
tantalizing little touches drove her insane as she found herself filled with 
more and more heated desire. Unable to control herself, she realized she was 
nearly out of her mind with blind passion. A scream was ready to burst from 
her lungs any second now because of the agonizing deliciousness the man's 
knowingly teasing fingers were bringing her. She found herself offering no 
resistance whatsoever as he shoved her over onto the cushions of the long 
sofa, stretching himself out next to her and continuing to tormentingly 
caress the delightfully soft, white naked mounds of her fleshily full 
breasts. She uttered a low, moaning sigh. It escaped from her lips as the 
man continued roughly squeezing the tenderly pulsating nipples between his 
fingers, continuing to mercilessly toy with them as her entire body wriggled 
and shuddered, trembling and quivering from his tantalizing touch. 

His hand left the feverishly jutting nipples and slowly eased very gently 
along the soft flesh of her tender belly. Mariane's lovely body arched off 
the sofa as the attorney's fingers pushed her nightgown down, over her hips, 
finally taking it off her completely. Then he eased his hand under the 
waistband of her panties, brushing over the fluffy golden mound of her 
sparse pubic hair until his fingers made a maddening electrical contact with 
the heatedly wet lips of her tenderly dripping vaginal crease. Even in the 
dim light coming from the TV set, Bob was able to see the lovely blonde 
woman's flesh was covered with a multitude of goosepimples. She shuddered 
and trembled convulsively at his touch. 

"AAAAAANNNNNHHHHH... OUI... OUI... EES SO NICE, SO NICE, M'SIEU... " the 
sex-crazed young woman began mindlessly murmuring, feeling as if she were 
free-floating in outer space at the moment because of the rapture induced in 
her simmering vaginal well by the touch of this man's hands. 

Clinging firmly to the tenderly soft and moist flanges of her vaginal 
opening with his flattened palm, Bob now ventured a finger between the wetly 
pink ridges, and the quivering woman uttered a gasp as her feverish loins 
suddenly ground tightly against his continually exploring hand. His middle 
finger now carefully moved very slowly through the entire heated length of 
her narrow wet womanly slash, beginning at the taut, muscular ring of her 
rectal opening, easing over the hard strip of flesh that was her 
perineum-that bit of skin that separated one hole from the other-and then 
moving his plundering finger into the moistly rich and clasping sheath of 
her womanly chalice. 

The tender coral vaginal walls parted very willingly as his outstretched and 
rigid finger slipped into the warmly clasping tunnel. He probed a little 
deeper, feeling the wetly fleshy passage open hungrily to his delving. 

"Nice, huh, Mariane?" he whispered. 

Mariane wanted to answer him, but as her lovely curved lips opened to speak, 
the man began to slowly wriggle a second extended and stiffened finger into 
the wet depths of her tightly constricted passage. He pushed hard, burying 
both fingers up to their third knuckles in the burning, juicy depths of her 
sucking vaginal nave. He probed as deep as possible, forcing a muffled cry 
of agonized delight and pleasure to come bursting hoarsely from her gasping 
throat. 

"Tell me," he insisted, ramming his fingers in and out with the rapidity of 
a steamdrill. "I want to hear you say it. Do you like it, or not?" 

"Mon Dieu! Oui!" she gasped. "I love eet... I can even feel a certain love 
for you at such times, M'sieu Bob." 

The attorney's ravishing manual digit slipped out of her pussy's tight and 
wetly clasping grip, and the man began to teasingly drag the tip of his 
finger back and forth along her warm, sodden slit until he found the 
throbbing bulb of her tender clitoris. Using just his thumb and forefinger, 
the sex-crazed man squeezed the incredibly sensual little nerve-endings as 
the gasping young woman moaned and wriggled against him on the divan. Back 
and forth, as if rolling a child's playing marble, the man continued deftly 
rolling the pulsating little pink pellet, making Mariane continue to gasp. 
The helpless woman found herself choking for air as rippling waves of 
undiluted animal passion and thrilling physical rapture swept continually 
over her shamelessly aroused and shuddering womanly body. 

As her naked pelvis continued grinding upward against his flatly pressed 
palm, Bob continued his maddening, manual assault on her trembling loins, 
his thumb and forefinger twisting and pulling on the hardened little capsule 
of her pink clitoris until the young French woman began loudly moaning and 
crying softly because of the thrillingly overpowering, delightful agonies of 
the man's continually skillful fondling. 

"UNNNHHHH... DO NOT STOP M'SIEU... PLEASE... SIL VOUS PLAIT... PLEASE... 
MORE... MORE... " she gasped gaggingly, her hoarse words choking out of her, 
barely audible in the little room. 

Sensing the lovely blonde was near her climax, the man began to roughly 
massage her wetly pulsating vaginal opening repeatedly harder with the tips 
of his fingers, consistently stroking over the quivering fleshy little peak 
of her ultra-sensitive clitoris, then moving his fingers through the furrow 
between the hungrily pursed lips of her anxious vagina. 

"AHHHHHH... OUI... OUI... OUI... " Abruptly, the young woman's rounded ass 
cheeks and slender back began arching high off the sofa as if her slender 
torso were suddenly possessed by an evil demon. Her heatedly wet vagina 
began madly grinding and rotating against the palm of his open hand as a 
long, low pitiful sigh eased from between her parched slightly parted lips. 

"AAAAYYYAAAGGGHHHUUURRR- GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGG- HHHAAAWWWUUUGGGHHH! " 
The impassioned young French woman began shuddering from the top of her head 
to the soles of her feet as she jerked and twitched convulsively while 
shivering currents of her thrilling climax blasted through her heatedly 
straining young loins. The man's hand was suddenly splashed with a continual 
gush of heavy, slippery oil. It covered his palm and seeped down the crevice 
between her ass cheeks before spreading in lewd trickles over the puffy 
moonlike cheeks of her rounded buttocks. Finally, with a trembling, 
shuddering sigh, she slowly sank back to the couch, lying face to face with 
her employer. 

Oh, but that had been good. He had induced an orgasm in her without even 
using his penis, this time. 

"Oh, Monsieur Bob," she sighed throatily, still struggling to try and catch 
her breath. "Oh monsieur, that was magnifique!" 

The man looked at her, smiling wordlessly, slowly easing his sodden fingers 
from the heatedly oily grip of her sucking vagina. He sat up, wiping the 
slippery traces of her climactic fury from his hand with a clean 
handkerchief in his back pocket. Then he said, "Now that I've been good to 
you, Mariane, I expect you to be good to me." 

"Certainmente!" she nodded, unthinkingly. Without thinking twice about it, 
Mariane swiftly removed her crumpled outer clothing, then slid out of her 
underthings, as well. She unhooked her garter belt without removing her 
stockings, then rolled it down her legs with each of her stockings, and left 
everything lying on the floor in a little heap. In only a few seconds she 
was completely naked. Her ripely rounded, mature body was glistening with 
tiny beads of perspiration from the excitement and the anguished 
anticipation of the overpowering orgasmic delight she had enjoyed. She 
hadn't realized how much her body now needed such overpowering and total 
satisfaction. 

She glanced at him. He was still reclining on the sofa, still dressed, and 
she glanced at the thick bulged cylinder in his trousers, feeling both 
covetous and hungry for it in spite of her satisfaction. It seemed the more 
she was satisfied, the more she wanted. To her passion-glazed eyes the 
penis, even covered up, seemed to be longer now than it had been the first 
time. She began twitching nervously, still not quite used to a man's hungry 
eyes on her naked flesh. 

"M'sieu Bob... you will... 'ow you say, fuck me now?" she asked, and it was 
a plea more than anything else; a whine as she ground her slenderly firm and 
rounded thighs together to fight the mounting desire once again starting to 
build between her thighs. He had awakened a sleeping dragon within her. Her 
vagina had become the mouth of the dragon, aching to devour any and all 
penises. Mariane found it hard to believe she was the same woman as the 
sedate female who had come to this house not too long ago. 

However Bob Waner had other plans. He had to prove himself the dominant 
member of their relationship at all times, and as a result was intent on 
completely overwhelming the lovely French woman, controlling her. This time 
he had to make her completely obey him willingly, because there would come a 
time when he would make good use of her. He had many prospects who would pay 
large retainers for his services if he had a good reason to make them come 
to his firm. He was an excellent attorney, but so were many members of the 
competition. He had to offer something over and above quality service, in 
addition to that service. His reputation as a superb attorney was already 
spreading. When he had this woman completely dominated, he would be able to 
proceed. This was the next step in his complete domination of her so he 
would be able to use her in ways he would never have dared use his own wife. 
She had to understand she was his pawn, and the sooner the better. 

Mariane watched nervously, barely able to control her patience as the man 
swung his feet off the sofa and without hurrying, began to remove his own 
clothing. He let everything fall on a nearby chair, and when he tugged down 
his undershorts, once more revealing that massive missile between his 
thighs, seeing the way it swung from side to side like a towering crane, she 
shivered again, thinking how much bigger it looked now than it had looked, 
earlier. Ahhhhh! It was so large around, nothing at all like the penis of 
Andre, or of her mother's lovers. 

"You weel fuck me now, oui?" she asked, hopefully. 

"I will fuck you now, no!" he replied. "I've already given you your 
satisfaction, cheri. Now the time has come for you to learn of another way 
to please me. I want you to get down on your knees," he said, his voice 
changing to that of one giving orders. "I wish you to use your mouth, this 
time." The lovely blonde French woman's mind felt as if it had been dealt a 
staggering blow at the sound of such vile words. He had overpowered her 
once, but it had been so good. Surely M'sieu Bob didn't intend for her to 
such a terrible thing. Oh, she was well aware her mother did it for all her 
boy friends, but Mariane had sworn this was one thing she would never do. 
Perhaps there were other women who liked performing such vile acts, but she 
was definitely not one of them. 

The aroused young blonde woman stood there, trying to think of some graceful 
way out of this. She had to find some kind of reason that would make him 
accept her not wanting to do this. It was obvious from the look in his eyes 
he was expecting her to do this, but never in her life had she done such a 
vile thing... not even Andre had expected it after she had told him no with 
a definite finality. The very idea was dirty. 

"Sil vous plait, Monsieur... I cannot do thees terrible theeng you weesh... 
please... " But the slender, handsome attorney was deter - mined that this 
particular step in the young French woman's complete and total subjugation 
and, yes... her humiliation... would not be bypassed. She had to know who 
was boss. 

"Come on, Mariane, down on your knees, now! I don't want to start 
threatening you again. But you know when I'm determined to have my way, I 
have my way. Now keep your voice low, because if you accidentally wake up 
Madame, you know it's back to France for you. Now, on those knees!" 

Brushing the lovely spun gold that was her hair from her forehead and eyes, 
Mariane fell to her knees and all but crawled back to the sofa, settling at 
her lover's feet, all the while trying desperately to think of some way out 
of all this. The harder she thought, the more she realized there simply was 
no way out. He always meant what he said. Mariane had discovered that for 
the most part, Bob was an agreeable male, having bought her almost an entire 
wardrobe without charging it against her salary. He had made life for her 
here in the United States good. She had never used things like washing 
machines, dryers, and dish washers back in France. She was fast becoming 
used to all these luxuries. To return to the life of a French peasant was 
unthinkable. She had become very spoiled. 

His dangling penis, only semi-erect because of his having had to "discuss" 
this with her, still sagged of its own immense weight, and now it was 
scarcely a foot away from her pretty face. She fought to keep down the 
swollen lump building in her throat, feeling a combination of terror and 
revulsion. She shuddered at the mere idea of what he wanted... that big 
swollen organ, fully erect and stiff, actually pushing its way into the 
narrowness of her little gullet. What was more, he would not be satisfied 
with her merely sucking on it for a little while. He wanted the penis in her 
mouth until his sperm was splashing in her pharynx. 

Bob sat on he sofa, then slid his naked buttocks forward, looking like some 
kind of engineer gauging the distance from his limply dangling penis to her 
wetly trembling lips. He shifted his hips slightly so that the reddish 
thickness of his glans actually touched her lips for an instant. 

"All right, dear little bit of French fluff, the old cock is now yours, all 
yours. Now, if you do a good enough job, before I go to sleep I promise I'll 
grow one more erection and give you the fucking of your life. Don't worry! I 
can do it!" 

He reassured her, patting her on the head, as if she were a dog. His hand 
came down and patted her cheek, as well, then he chucked her under the chin, 
his eyes glancing between her naked thighs, seeing more wetness emerging 
from her pussy. Bob knew the woman better than she knew herself. Hell! 
Physically, what he was suggesting was affecting her in an entirely 
different way from the manner in which it touched her mind. Her body, even 
without her knowledge, was apparently anxious to do anything sexual. 

Tears spilling gently from her eyes, Mariane turned her face away from the 
enormous bulb shaped head and tightly scrunched her eyes shut, hoping 
somehow the thick organ would simply disappear. She hoped she'd be able to 
open her eyes and be in her little bedroom. 

Bob reached down and gripped her hair, spinning her head back so that she 
was less than two inches away from his semi-erect and dangling organ. 

"Now listen, gorgeous," he murmured softly. "I've been nice and patient... 
so far. I don't like the idea of threatening women. It's not my style, but I 
want what I want, if you follow my meaning." 

His tone was calm, nevertheless, it was very threatening, and Mariane knew 
it would be very unwise to arouse his wrath. All men, no matter how openly 
kind, were nasty when they got mean. She had already experienced his 
overpowering strength, and the idea of being forced definitely didn't appeal 
to her. But the idea of sucking his penis appealed to her even less. 

At that moment Bob Waner grew tired of actually waiting longer. He reached 
down and grabbed her right ear with his left hand, and he began twisting it. 
The pain was sharp and sudden, and for a brief moment the young French 
blonde thought she was going to pass out. She cried out in a short, sharp 
gasp, pleading with him to stop, and he slapped her face, warning her not to 
make sounds that might awaken his wife, though he was fairly certain Carol 
would have slept through an elephant stampede. With his hand still gripping 
her ear, he tugged her face close. When she put up her hands to take his 
away, he used his free hand to slap her fingers down. Then he roughly shoved 
his hips forward so that the blunted end of his heavy, glistening phallus 
obscenely pressed itself against her wetly glistening lips. Again he twisted 
at her shellshaped ear, and again her mouth opened and this time a soft moan 
of pain came out. 

"NOW YOU COME AHEAD, MARIANE, AND YOU START SUCKING MY COCK," he insisted. 
"RIGHT NOW! SUCK IT!" 

Her mouth opened a little wider with one more twist of her ear. Her agonized 
lips separated further, letting the handsome attorney stare at the wetly 
open orifice in front of his loins. Then he carefully, gently pushed the 
massively pulsating head into her heatedly moist oral cavern, letting it lie 
there, twitching slightly as it grew harder and that much more erect. 

The young French woman didn't move-not even a little-she was so terrified 
that the brushing of her quaking tongue on the enormous helmet of his stiff 
cock might cause it to swell and become even thicker. 

"It's your choice whether this is going to be done gently or roughly," Bob 
insisted. "But my cock is definitely going to be sucked by your mouth until 
I spurt at least one load down that lovely throat of yours. Now as to 
whether this is going to be with loving care or strongly-the decision is 
yours." His voice wasn't nasty or sneering, but the tone was very dominant, 
letting her know he was intent on having what he was ordering. "You just 
start sucking softly and build your way up to really working it over, honey. 
You'll like it a lot better than if I have to grab your hair and cram it all 
down your throat. You know I'm telling the truth." 

Mariane realized how utterly hopeless it was for her to resist this man. 
Once again she was caught up in the quandary of not wanting to anger him 
enough for him to withdraw his sponsorship. Damn! If her mother was able to 
do this so willingly, there was no reason on earth why she ought not to be 
able to perform the same thing. No matter how degrading and terrible she 
thought all this was, anything was better than having to go back. She fought 
back the inwardly churning ball of nausea continuing to grow heavier by the 
second in the knotted depths of her fear-wrenched belly and finally, after 
taking a deep breath through her nostrils, closed the wet ribbon of her lips 
over the pulsating, fleshy staff as her tongue reluctantly teased the 
bottom. His hands began loosening their grip on her ear and hair as she 
finally began to do as he wished. He had strong hands, and they held her 
shoulders now, his fingers almost digging into her flesh, though it was not 
nearly as painful. She was well aware the man was strong enough to inflict 
some kind of damage on her if he didn't always get what he wanted. She 
remembered the way he had manhandled her the first time. She was a slender, 
helpless girl, and aside from the man and his wife, didn't know anyone else 
well enough to seek protection. She shut her eyes tightly to keep from 
looking at his groin, trying to keep her mind only on this degrading task 
that he was insisting she perform. 

Smiling, Bob looked down at the lengthy swollen lance of flesh protruding 
from his hair-blanketed pelvis. One-third of it was already throbbing ever- 
so-gently in her warm, partly opened mouth, as her wetly pursed lips 
stretched tightly around the glowing red tip. 

In a way he was sorry she hadn't tried resisting a little more. He did have 
a slightly sadistic streak in him; one he had never been able to gratify 
with Carol. He had always wanted to belt a woman around a little, but 
somehow, without some kind of justification, he simply was unable to do it. 
Now that she was complying, he had no reason to wallop her. She was a good 
woman, though. Someday she would end up marrying some lucky guy. Now the guy 
would be luckier than he normally might be, simply because Mariane was 
getting such a first- rate education from him. 

Better not to think of her future, right now. The best thing was to simply 
sit there and enjoy what he knew was going to be one superb blow job. She 
was new at this, but had a natural instinct about her. He supposed all 
French women were natural blow job artists. Oh, Carol was good at it, all 
right. She was terrific, but initially had to be coaxed, and it had taken 
her years to learn to do it properly. This one was an instant learner, and 
she was almost Carol's equal right now. One or two more sessions with his 
cock in her mouth and she would be truly outstanding. 

He smiled, watching her blonde head as it began to slowly, reluctantly slide 
back and forth on the long, saliva-moistened length of his shuddering prick. 
Damn! Even though she had never had a cock in her mouth before she was doing 
just fine. First he had taken her vaginal virginity, and now he was taking 
her oral virginity as well. Oh yeah! 

Bob permitted his hands to slip from her lovely blonde head and move down 
over her smooth, velvety flesh. He caressed her shoulders again, happy to 
note his fingers had left no bruises in her perfect, unblemished, satiny 
skin. She felt so deliciously hot and comfortable to his touch. 

It was obvious Mariane was still not really working at sucking his throbbing 
cock, so the handsome attorney brought his palms back up to the sides of her 
head, firmly placing them on either side of her lovely face. His grip 
tightened and he held her neatly in position, enjoying the feel of his 
heatedly thumping phallic member as he began rhythmically pumping it in and 
out of her mouth, pistoning his hips back and forth. His penis felt as if it 
were still enlarging, jutting as it did from his pelvis, rubbing between her 
wetly ovalled lips as the swollenly bulbous, lasciviously distended head 
poked against the back of her mouth. He enjoyed the sensation of her even, 
white, sharp little teeth grating sensuously against the sensitive underside 
of his throbbingly thick phallus while the wetly rough surface of her 
delightful oral digit continued to brush along the entire underlength of his 
thickly erect flesh. Now it was so finely attuned to the slightest movement 
in her mouth, it sensed the smallest change of direction or the least little 
motion that caused shivers of savage animal desire to continue charging 
through his shuddering loins. 

"AHHHH... YESSS... THATTA GIRL... THATTA GIRL!" he complimented, now pushing 
a little harder, forcing the thick head of his penis to push into the narrow 
entrance to her esophagus. Her warmly enveloping lips slid along the 
hair-covered base, and she paused once or twice, with the penis still in her 
mouth, to pluck la loose hair from her tongue. 

To Mariane, the fleshy stalk seemed to grow harder and longer. It also 
became thicker with each forward plunge of his hips, bloating until it 
seemingly reached elephantine proportions. 

Bob smiled widely as he watched the beautiful young French woman struggle to 
do her best and take the full length of his penis into her mouth. Hey now! 
Not even Carol had tried something like that. His wife sucked his cock, but 
drew the line at letting the head penetrate her tender throat. He watched as 
she gaggingly swallowed and choked each time he flicked his loins forward, 
though he was surprised to find his penile head inching in a little deeper, 
then a little deeper, then even deeper. Hell! He was going to open her 
throat, that's what he was going to do. 

He had found himself one helluva fabulous little cocksucker here. She used 
her mouth as well as she used her cunt. She was going to make just about any 
and every man happy, and earn him a huge fortune before she finally became a 
citizen and found some lucky man of her own. She was relaxing her throat 
muscles even more, letting that much more of his penis slide in. Oh wow! She 
was fantastic! Hell! An experienced fellatrice would have envied this novice 
her natural abilities. She was something clear out of this world. 

Mariane gulped and gurgled, continually fighting the urge to choke on the 
pulsing penis of heavy flesh as it continued burrowing into the depths of 
her throat. This was all so new to Mariane, but the more she performed it, 
the more . she was learning to like it. Each time his muscular abdomen 
slapped against her moistly pursed oral lips, the wickedly torturing 
instrument pushed itself obscenely against the back of her throat, and then 
began sliding down. 

Initially, Mariane had been certain she would have strangled to death, and 
she had fought hard to keep the organ out of her gullet, gasping and choking 
with every one of the man's wantonly overpowering thrusts. She remembered 
instructions her mother had once given her, telling her to relax at all 
times, no matter what her lover might wish to do to her, and she would not 
only be able to do anything he wished, but would actually enjoy it herself. 
Indeed, the penis was rubbing against something in the depths of her throat 
that was arousing her. Each time he would pull back, the helmeted rim of his 
glans would massage her inner throat, building the thrills that much higher 
in her. He would tug the head back, almost all the way out of her clasping 
mouth, letting the rim be trapped by her teeth. Then he would once again 
begin his instroke, ramming his huge cock all the way back down her throat, 
once more titillating the nerve- endings in her gullet. 

To Mariane it seemed as if his penis was actually bending forward a little 
to fit into the curvature of her throat each time the rubbery head pressed 
against the back of her gullet. It was as if her heated saliva actually 
lubricated the organ, making it more and more slippery, in addition to the 
constant oozing of oils from the tip of his organ. 

Every time she felt his penis push in, she swallowed against it, taking it 
all the way down, pressing her lips against the hairy base of his pelvis, 
and it soon became evident to her that the actual flexing of her throat 
muscles was what was going to bring that inevitable quantity of sperm even 
sooner than she had expected. She viewed his orgasm with a mixture of 
feelings. She liked the sensation of his penis moving in and out of her 
gullet, even though it almost painfully gagged her each time it pushed its 
way in. Yet the thought of his emptying his testicles down her throat made 
her feel as if she were some kind of Montmarte poule. In spite of the fact 
that her mother had once confessed to enjoying the taste of the fluid, 
Mariane shuddered at the thought of it. 

When his spearing prick pushed its way into her gullet and she didn't 
swallow, she found herself almost drowning in her own saliva. She choked and 
gagged, and the man, fearful she might actually strangle, did pull his 
throbbing penis out for a moment. He rubbed the pulsating head over her 
lips, smearing seminal oil from the slit in the tip over her tongue and 
lips. He left her lips glistening with his impatiently dribbling 
lubrication. 

Mariane felt totally humbled now. She wondered if all men were like this. 
For some reason, Alvin Chardis came to mind, and she wondered if he would be 
this cruel and overbearing with her. He always seemed to be such a nice man. 
In the bedroom would he revert to being a monster? 

Bob felt the throbbing, telltale twitch of his loins letting him know a 
reservoir of dammed-up, seething flood of heated seminal fluid was 
restlessly aching to surge out of his aching testicles as he slowly, 
rhythmically pumped in and out of her tightly ovalled lips, savoring every 
delicious stroke as the penis disappeared agonizingly down the satin channel 
of her velvet throat. He ached to feel every last drop of his semen as it 
made the long, fast run from his lust-contracted scrotum to the head of his 
throbbingly pulsating cock. His hands squeezed tightly around her ears, 
holding her absolutely motionless in his strong grip while he rammed his 
penis deeper and deeper into the tight constriction of her narrow esophagus. 

He felt it coming, now, the spermatic flow. The boiling, seething fluid was 
rushing from his testicles into the little tubes that led into his urethra, 
and then it was slowly rumbling through the length of his cock. He crammed 
every last inch of it down her gullet, feeling her throat contractions 
tugging on his penis as her lips brushed his pubic hairs and testicles. He 
held her head perfectly still as he waited breathlessly for her tongue, 
running along the underside of his cock, to complete its work. Then he was 
shooting. 

"UUURRRGGGHHHMMMNNNPHHHMM- AAANNNAAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH- AAARRRGGGHHH!" he 
gasped through gritted teeth, barely holding his scream down, terrified his 
wife might awaken and hear what he was doing. "AHHHAAAHHH!" he sighed, 
emptying his lungs at the same moment that his testicles' contents poured 
down her throat. 

Mariane sucked hungrily, not understanding why she suddenly discovered the 
need to drink all his semen, but his long penis rubbing in her throat was 
still enough to set off the second orgasm in her own body, and as she drank, 
she gagged, "UUU- GGLLMMPGGHHMMNNUURRGGLLPHH!" She thrilled to the taste of 
his pungent flow, wanting all of it, now discovering why her mamma had 
always enjoyed doing this with men. It was definitely not the horrible thing 
she had always believed. Next to fucking, it was the most wonderful thing to 
happen to a woman. She gulped the gushing flow like a starving animal, her 
arms wrapped around his as she remained kneeling. 

Oh Mariane-love! he thought, you are going to make all my dreams come true. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sunday arrived without either Carol or Bob having made any more demands on 
Mariane, and the young French woman realized she was becoming more and more 
anxious. Bob Waner had triggered something in her and there was no turning 
back. She needed loving. She needed it badly. Yet she certainly didn't dare 
approach either of the Waners. To let them know of the heat burning through 
her loins would be to invite continued attacks by one or both of them on 
her. 

Sunday morning, like all good French women, Mariane went to church. She 
found the services not too unlike the one in France since much of it was 
conducted in Latin. Afterward, she returned home, put on a simple blouse and 
skirt, both a light pink, added some matching lipstick, slipped into a 
comfortable pair of shoes, and then waited until Alvin Chardis stopped by. 

The man was there promptly at one o'clock, and Mariane introduced him to the 
Waners. Bob Waner would have objected, except he knew Alvin was one of the 
Chardis Brothers. They owned a factory with a hundred employees and were 
always negotiating with some union-or-other. It was rumored they were 
looking for some new attorney, so Bob smiled when Mariane introduced him to 
Alvin. He knew Alvin's older brother through the man. He gave his "blessing" 
to their date, and the two of them left together. 

Alvin took Mariane to a local foreign movie house, where there was a French 
movie playing with English titles on the screen. Afterward, he took her to a 
restaurant where the cuisine was Italian. It was the first time Mariane had 
eaten Italian food, and she had to admit she liked it. 

At six o'clock, Alvin Said, "It's only our first date, so I know it isn't 
right to invite you to see my apartment." 

Mariane had been in a quandary the whole day. She wanted to arouse the man, 
but at the same time she wanted him to believe she was a "nice girl." Yet, 
to let him know she wouldn't see his apartment would mean going back to the 
Waners and feeling totally unsatisfied. 

"I am certain I can trust a gentleman like you, M'sieu Alvin. I should vairy 
much like to see your apartment." 

"It's really not much," he told her. "Ever since my divorce my wife took the 
house and everything else of real value. I gave her a lump sum settlement, 
so at least I don't have to pay alimony, but still, it'll take a long time 
before I'll be back on my feet. That bitch took everything." 

"Ah, you do not trust women any longer, I can see that," Mariane teased. 

"Not all women are alike," Alvin smiled. "For instance, you're different, 
Mariane. I like you. I like you a lot." 

"And I like you, M'sieu Alvin. Please, I would deem it an honor if you would 
take me to your apartment." 

So he drove to his apartment in his luxurious new Cadillac. Mariane had to 
admit she liked riding in the car. The apartment itself was in a luxurious 
building in the expensive part of town. 

Once inside, Mariane had to admit the place was more luxurious than the 
Waner household. But everything was suited to a man. There were many changes 
she would have made had she been mistress of such an elegant apartment. 

It had seven rooms, three of which were bedrooms. The living room was huge, 
with a large window that overlooked a park just below. All the carpeting was 
sky blue, as were the draperies. The furniture was a mix of expensive stuff, 
and none of it seemed to match. There was one chair Mariane liked very much, 
though. It wasn't large enough to be called a love seat, but it was too 
large to be called a chair. She had no idea what it was called, because she 
and the slightly pudgy Alvin were able to sit on it very comfortably. 

They had talked non-stop while riding to the apartment, and once there, they 
continued, as if they always had a lot of things to say to one another. 
Actually it was small talk, yet they liked saying nothing, while being in 
one another's company. 

Alvin found some French cognac, and the two of them drank three toasts. The 
alcohol seemed to be what she needed to calm her nerves a little, and she 
felt relaxed and in a moment of gratitude, happy that she was with him 
instead of spending her day off alone as she had the previous week. She 
leaned over and lightly kissed Alvin on the mouth. Before she was able to 
pull back, Alvin had grabbed her and pressed her tightly against his chest, 
returning her kiss with a yearning hunger for her that only now was she able 
to sense. 

, For a moment she thought of pulling back since that was the way a "nice" 
girl was expected to react. Then she decided that pulling back might 
discourage the man, and she let herself go limp, feeling the excitement in 
his kisses as his lips continued hungrily pressing against her own. Ummmmm! 
His kisses tasted good. She liked them. There was fervor and passion in 
them, but there was also something in them she had never felt with Bob Waner 
or Andre, for that matter. She wondered if this was what was known as love. 
Little fluttering feelings, like mothwings of delight, flitted through her 
belly. 

Encouraged by her response, Alvin began stroking her breast through her pink 
blouse, and then his tongue began seeping into her mouth, encouraged when 
she parted her lips and accepted it. Soon the tongue was lancing in and out 
of her open mouth. His passion was rising inside him, and his thick, lengthy 
penis had grown to its full length, jerking in his pants as he listened to 
her soft moans of utter delight. His left hand fell to her smoothly rounded 
ass cheeks, and his fingers pulled on her skirt, gathering it until he was 
underneath and touching her panties. His fingers moved lower when she 
squirmed and touched her stockinged thigh just above the knee. 

Pulling his mouth from hers, Alvin whispered, "Mariane, I know it's only our 
first date, but I want to make love to you," he murmured huskily into her 
mouth, his hand moving from her buttocks to caress her ripely straining 
breasts again, feeling the delicious fullness of them. 

Abruptly, Mariane found herself struggling. Not even in France did a "good 
girl" allow too many liberties on the first date. So against her will she 
found herself trying to pull away from his passionate embrace. 

"No, M'sieu Alvin," she insisted. "This is not gentlemanly behavior." 

"Mariane," he whispered, holding her close. "I know this sounds mad, but I 
love you. I'm crazy about you. Besides, I want to do things for you and not 
to you." 

"Non... non... " she gasped, a little frightened at his insistence as she 
struggled to pull out of his passionate embrace. "Thees ees not right. I 
'ave trusted you. You are betraying that trust." 

Alvin, snugly pressing himself against the squirming young blonde, held her 
solidly against him and slowly caressed her back, whispering, "It's all 
right, Mariane, it's all right. I'm not going to force you to do anything 
you don't want to do. I love you too much to harm you." 

Ah! He was different from Bob Waner, after all. He did have respect for her. 
Assured by the kindness in Alvin's voice, she stopped struggling, relaxing 
in the man's arms. Ummmm! It did feel good to be held by someone who 
professed to love her, and whom she felt it was possible for her to love. 
The three cognacs had dulled her sensitivities, and at the moment she was 
totally unaware of the sexual thoughts rampantly running wild in the aroused 
mind of the man holding her. 

Alvin did love her. He was surprised, more than she, because he was certain 
he would never love a woman again, especially after what his wife had done 
to him. She was one of those women with a compulsive need to be a mother, 
and he had been unable to father children by her. So she had adopted, 
spending his money like water and bringing in four children to the house. 
Each one had been an illegal baby, and had cost Alvin fifteen- thousand 
dollars. But his wife hadn't cared as long as her compulsive need had been 
gratified. Well hell! When she had wanted him to steal from the business so 
she might be able to adopt a fifth child, he had put his foot down, and as a 
result, she had divorced him, charging all kinds of cruelty. She had taken 
the house, the two cars, the bank accounts, and everything else, but he was 
rid of her, and he was well rid of her. He had been so sick of looking at 
her ugly face. 

Here was a beautiful woman, a woman who liked him, a woman for whom he 
wanted to do all kinds of things. When he had initially met his wife she had 
been a grabber right from the start, insisting he buy her things if he 
wanted to go on seeing her. Not so with this pretty little Dresden China 
doll. She was so beautiful, so fragile- looking, and yet so warm. He 
wouldn't risk pregnancy with her, even if he had been incapable of siring 
children with his wife. After all, it might merely have been a combination 
of the two of them that was wrong. 

"Shhhhhhh!" he whispered, holding Mariane gently. "Just relax, take it easy, 
everything's going to be fine, you'll see," he whispered even lower as he 
slowly kissed the nape of her neck and gently moved her full, pouting lips 
back to his. She was really special, this one. He touched her tenderly, 
softly, but there was nothing tender or soft about the ache in his throbbing 
balls. Nor was there anything gentle in the stiffness of his cock as blood 
pounded through it. Hot, tingling sensations burst through the minaret like 
head of his penis, and Alvin Chardis knew he would have to do something 
about it very shortly, or go out of his mind. He had to do it soon, but he 
had to do it without frightening her because she had come to mean so much to 
him. 

Gradually the man's hungering kisses became more and more urgent. When his 
tongue sought her mouth, the lovely little French woman opened her lips to 
readily receive it. Perhaps, just perhaps, he might be able to bring her 
around to this way of thinking without doing anything to frighten her. The 
soft, tickling strands of her golden hair tickled his ears as he kissed her, 
and the touch of that hair succeeded in intensifying the salacious desires 
already building in the man's throbbing loins. 

Without removing his lips from hers, he slowly lowered his hand to her 
stockinged thigh again, and he touched her just above the top of her 
stockings, on the bare flesh. She gasped, then gripped his head between her 
hands, running her fingers through his hair. 

Encouraged by this, Alvin began lightly stoking the white smoothness of her 
silken flesh all the way up to the tight elastic legbands of her bikini 
panties. Each one of his manual caresses was a little bit closer to the 
warmly pulsating flesh of her panty covered vagina. When she sighed, 
pressing her body a little closer to his, he became even bolder and slid his 
other hand more firmly around her body, reaching for the soft pliancy of her 
breast. 

At this point Mariane was starved for love and for the moment forgot about 
her resolve to pretend to be a "good girl." She made no effort to stop him 
when he moved his hand away from her soft, warm loins and slipped his hand 
inside the neckline of her blouse after undoing the top three buttons. He 
reached into her flimsy brassiere and cupped her naked breasts, sending tiny 
licking flames of thrilling passion through her shuddering abdomen. She 
groaned in lascivious delight as he began rolling the hardening nipple of 
her left breast maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. When she felt 
the furnacelike heat of his breath brushing softly against her face, the 
lovely French woman subconsciously thrust her lovely pink tongue out more, 
ramming it sharply forward and feeling the man suck the lingual organ deep 
into the heated wetness of his own anxious mouth. His kisses were like 
heated, burning fire to the lovely woman, and she wanted more. 

Easing his hungry mouth from her ripely delicious lips, Alvin whispered, 
"Mariane... Mariane, you know you like what I'm doing. Please... please let 
me take off your clothes so I can love and caress you more easily." 

"No... " she whimpered, the sound of his voice snapping her out of the 
near-hypnotic state into which she had almost fallen. She realized she was 
still passionately returning his kiss anyway, unable to stop herself. 

She wanted to break away from him, to run, to prevent him from knowing what 
a whore she had been with the Waners. But at the same time her body craved 
his touch, and she found herself unable to get away. The cognac, burning in 
her bloodstream, had melted her resolve to act like a "good girl." Wave 
after overpowering wave of wanton pleasure and sexual desire continued 
charging through her trembling body, spreading outward from the nipple he 
was rolling between his fingers, into her breast, and from there to the rest 
of her body. It felt so delicious, so wonderful, so thrilling, so 
delightful, so overpowering. 

Weakly, she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest. She wanted to 
refuse, and even managed to unconvincingly moan a "N-O-O-O-O- O-O-O-O!" But 
Alvin ignored her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out of her 
waist. When she tried to object once again, he shoved his lips against hers, 
hotly kissing her, probing with his tongue between her own lips, past the 
barrier of her small white teeth. She found herself eagerly sucking at the 
organ, battling with it by thrusting her own tongue at it and jabbing with 
her own lingual lance. 

Unconsciously she allowed her hand to slide down Alvin's back. She caught 
herself, and forced her fingers up to his shoulder, tightly gripping it, 
inwardly hoping for some strength to fend him off, because she liked him and 
didn't want him to think she was such an easy tramp. 

Breathtaking delight overcame the lovely blonde French woman as his fingers 
undid the clasp of her brassiere and slid it off her shoulder so that his 
palm was now sliding over each of her nipples in turn. He tweaked one with 
his fingers while rubbing the other with the heel of his hand, and all the 
while she continued rolling her shoulders from side to side in undisguised 
desire. 

Slowly now, taking great care not to alarm the lovely woman, Alvin moved his 
wetly hungry mouth lower and lower, down to her straining breasts. He 
started nibbling at first one, then the other nipple, sucking them into his 
mouth and teasing her softly resilient mound with uncontrollable passion. 

Mariane gasped and jumped, feeling the thrill of his hand tracing itself 
across her sensitive pubic flesh, and for a moment her breath caught in her 
throat as the man's outstretched middle finger sought for, and finally found 
the elastic legband of her panties. Slowly the finger began sliding beneath 
the band, and a moment later, groaning in lust, she thrilled to the 
sensation of his fingertip parting the tender labia of her vagina. She all 
but gasped with thrilled delight as she felt him slowly worming his finger 
into her heated vaginal wetness, seeking out, and finally finding the soft 
inner crevice of flesh that was the hood covering her clitoris. She was 
sodden, soaking wet from the burning fluids now seeping from the depths of 
her quivering vagina. The oils dripped on the bank of her panties, and she 
moaned with thrilled ecstasy, now feeling totally wanton and more aroused 
than ever, completely out of control. She began unconsciously spreading her 
thighs wider, offering him even greater access to her vagina. 

Her gasping moans inspired her new-found lover to delve even further, and 
now he carefully and gently pushed his firm, outstretched finger up and down 
inside the slot of her aching pussy, teasing the furrow, while at the same 
time his hungry mouth continued to nip and suck at her warmly hardened, 
lovely nipples of rich pink. 

Mariane drew in her breath as she felt his probing finger moving slowly 
deeper, deeper, and still deeper into the simmering cauldron that was her 
burningly aroused vagina. She thought for a moment she ought not to be so 
willing for the man to continue what he was doing, but the unexpected 
pleasure at the moment far outweighed any thoughts she had of propriety. Bob 
Waner had really set off demons inside her. This was so much better than 
being with Bob, even though he knew how to make love to her. Alvin wasn't 
forcing her, making her feel she was being dominated by him. Alvin was 
treating her with the kind of love she had always looked forward to. Her 
senses were numbed by the fiery cognac, and the hidden passion she had 
attempted to contain inside her was coming out whether she liked it or not. 

"UUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH... AAAAA- NNNNNHHHHHHH!" sounds came issuing from her 
mouth, totally without her controlling them as the man's tenderly gentle, 
teasing finger suddenly began a gentle massage of the hardened bud of her 
quivering little clitoral extension. The erotic delights charging through 
her shuddering young, supple body were absolutely fantastic, and she felt as 
if she were a tuning fork, vibrating from top to bottom. 

Aroused beyond belief, finding it didn't take Bob Waner to do it, Mariane 
felt a sense of relief, knowing it was possible to feel this way with 
others. It had confirmed her suspicions, but she'd had to be sure. Still, 
she hadn't intended letting things get this far with Alvin Chardis. She was 
only vaguely aware her hips were violently pumping up and down against the 
finger rubbing her clitoral nubbin. 

Feeling the way the young blonde's hungry lunges increased, Alvin found it 
difficult to keep his-own body under control. This was one hot woman, all 
right, and he was attributing much of her heat to the emotion he felt for 
her, knowing she felt the same thing for him. This knowledge seemed to goad 
him on and he was well aware he had to control his own passions a little 
longer. Soon he would have her at the point where she would be only too glad 
to let him do anything he wished. If he was able to maintain this pace, he 
knew it wouldn't be too much longer. 

Gently, carefully, tenderly, he eased his finger from the depths of her 
vagina and carefully moved his hand to the waistband of her panties, 
thinking he was conquering this woman all by himself, believing it was his 
charm and nothing more that was making her succumb. All the while his mouth 
continued sucking at her lustfully throbbing breasts while he slid the soft 
material of her bikinis down the curve of her lovely trembling hips, over 
her limber, slender thighs, and on down to her ankles and feet, which she 
unknowingly lifted for him so her panties would fall to the floor. 

Mariane was too overcome with thrilled passion to think about what was 
actually happening to her. No longer did she concentrate on being a "good 
girl." She was too wrapped up in what was happening to her. She thrilled to 
the cold rush of air in the room running across the heated pucker of her 
pouting vaginal lips. For a moment it occurred to her she wasn't really 
supposed to do this on a first date, and she was ready to pretend panicking 
when she felt overpowering tremors of burning lust flooding her lower loins 
as Alvin's hungry mouth continued teasing and tantalizing the out-stretched 
nipples of her breasts. She moaned and pulled his head even closer to her 
swollen nipples, then moaned again-gasping louder this time-as he captured 
her clitoris between his rolling thumb and forefinger. 

It was at that moment that Alvin Chardis decided to make his move. He was 
going to make this wonderful woman so ecstatic that she would never be sorry 
she undressed for him. He began sliding his body downward, letting his 
tongue lick across her naked skin. Her skirt was bundled around her waist, 
but her upper torso remained completely exposed, as did her loins, because 
he had pulled her panties off. Her garter belt and stockings were still 
neatly in place, though. He moved his heatedly searching tongue across her 
quivering lower belly and teased at the edge of her sparsely curled vaginal 
hairs. Then he lowered himself further on the wide chair until his knees 
were on the floor and his face was above her widespread vaginal passage. She 
lay back against the arm of the chair, with one leg over the other arm, and 
the other leg on the floor, in a funk, not knowing what Alvin was doing. 
Alvin stared with wide open eyes at the pulsating swollen lips of her 
deliciously succulent pussy. She was hot enough to explode right now, and if 
he was able to get his tongue into position before she was aware of what he 
was doing, he would show his young French woman how this particular American 
was able to make overpowering love to her. 

At that moment Mariane became aware of what the man was about to do. No man 
had ever made love to her this way before, yet she would be a whore to let 
this man continue in this manner. After all, what she felt for him was a 
sensation far stronger than that which she felt for any other man. As a 
result, she didn't want him doing to her what Carol Waner had done. Perhaps 
it would be all right for Bob Waner to do such a thing. In fact, such a one 
as Bob owed it to her. But a good, kind man like this one ought not to be 
reduced to oral lovemaking of her genitals. 

"Non!" she gasped. "Thees I do not want. You are too much the gentleman to 
do anytheeng such as thees." 

"Hey, I'm crazy about you," he told her. "I'm doing this because I'm wild 
about you... because it gives me pleasure. I'm not doing it because I have 
to. I'm doing it because making you happy is what makes me happy." 

She sensed his wetly probing tongue sink into the tightly wet slit of her 
slender vaginal opening. His tongue was not the softly teasing probe that 
Carol's was. Rather it was a hot lance that made her feel burningly aroused. 
She mustn't let him do this, she mustn't... 

"HHHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH! AIIIEEE... NON... NON... M'SIEU ALVIN... YOU MUST 
NOT... " she shudderingly gasped as an unwanted tremor charged through her 
at the moment the staticlike touch of his tongue caused electric ripples to 
go shooting through her. "You must not do thees thing," she insisted. 

Alvin lifted his face from between her vaginal lips, saying, "Feels good, 
doesn't it, honey? Don't fight me. I'm doing it to you with all the love 
that's in me. You can understand that. Let me love you, Mariane." 

His voice burned into her brain with a shuddering, overpowering jolt, and 
she quivered as raw electricity seemed to shoot through her clitoris because 
the hot breath from his nostrils was washing over it. Mariane tried working 
her rounded ass cheeks down into the seat cushions in a desperate attempt to 
escape the thrilling series of surging raptures that continued coursing 
upward from her erotically pulsating vaginal well. 

"Mon Dieu... mon Dieu... " she continued gasping and loudly whimpering 
involuntarily as Alvin continued his skillful oral tweaking of her vagina 
with his nose and tongue. "Mon cher... no... thees ees wrong... a good man 
like you ought not to be doing such a theeng to a woman like me... " Yet 
even as she spoke her loins continued wildly thrusting forward, making him 
realize how much she was enjoying what he was doing. 

At this point Alvin ignored her vocal pleas, not quite sure why she was 
resisting him, continually probing in and out of her seething pussy with the 
full length of his tongue. He tasted the sweet nectar of her simmering 
vagina, inhaling the delightfully warm and heady perfume of her arousal. 

The man loved her. Of this much Mariane was certain. So it was wrong for him 
to orally make love to her without her being able to reciprocate. Her 
struggles to get away were now half-hearted as he continued stabbing his 
lust-provoking tongue into her, his hands holding her firmly to the chair. 
Now he had one leg up over the back of the chair, and the other was still on 
the floor so that she was almost doing a ballet split. Mariane lifted her 
head from the arm of the couch and gasped licentiously, aroused at the sight 
of this man with whom she was falling in love burying his face between her 
thighs and kissing and sucking her there again and again. Oh yesssss... 
oui... it was good... very good... so fantastically wonderful... yet she 
knew she ought to stop him now... either that, or she would find herself 
giving in to everything he wanted. Giving in? She would probably be making 
demands on him in a little while. She had never before felt his responsive 
in her entire life. 

Instinctively her shamelessly aroused body began to move with the continued 
responses building in her. Her hips ground down into the chair cushion, 
though she was unsure whether she was responding to what he wanted, or 
making an effort to escape his wonderfully tantalizing tongue as it 
continued licking her most sensitive little swamp of flesh. She ought to 
feel some sense of shame and guilt, but she found that almost impossible. 
This wonderfully depraved man was continuing to use his tongue on her warmly 
tingling vaginal depths, forcing her traitorous body to want to continue. 

"UUUUUNNNNHHHHUUUUNNNHHH! AAAAIIIIEEEE... " she continued babbling, gasping 
and twitching, her voice whimpering as her smoothly rounded ass cheeks 
continued lifting and falling of their own accord. She was grinding the 
golden-hair-lined pussy against the probing lance of his stabbing tongue. 

Alvin stared at the lined way her lovely face had contorted, his tongue 
continuing to madly thrust in wild rhythm in and out of the sweet flesh of 
her throbbing vaginal recess. Tears were falling from her eyes, but they 
weren't tears of remorse. On the contrary, they were tears of joy. Alvin 
stared, feeling a tremendous amount of inner satisfaction, watching as the 
woman little by little came around to fully yielding herself to him. She was 
really beginning to turn on, and he decided there would be lots of times in 
the future when he'd be able to fuck her. Right now, he was better off 
making her climax this way. She was damn close to her peak already, so he 
crammed his tongue in deeper, licking and lashing and sucking her clitoris 
just before he probed his tongue into her. 

"OHHHHHHH... AAANNNGGGHH... HHHAAANNNHHH... OUI... MORRRRE... " she gasped 
out, unable to help herself. Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the 
room as Alvin continued shoving his thick tongue deeper and deeper into the 
moistly sucking center of her heatedly tight, clasping vagina. His lips 
pulled on the fleshy stalk of her vagina, tugging it between his teeth and 
whacking it with the tip of his tongue. Her head, still on the arm of the 
chair, was flailing from side to side, as mewls, whimpers and gasps rolled 
from the depths of her lungs into the open air. She reached out, aching for 
more, more, more... 

"HARRRDERRR... " she gasped. "LEECK ME HARDER WEETH YOUR TONGUE M'SIEU 
ALVIN... PLEASE... SIL VOUS PLAIT... DO NOT STOP... I AM... HOW YOU... 
uuunnnggghhhh... say... AAAAYYYAAAIIII... YYYAAA- GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH 
AARRGGHH! " Alvin heard the loudly gasping explosions coming from the depths 
of the young French woman's lungs. He opened his eyes and watched jealously 
as the wantonly writhing woman continued firing her oily lubricant into his 
wide open mouth. 

Mariane was feeling marvelous. Oh, she was feeling better than she had ever 
felt in her life. It really meant something when a man loved her. 
Certainmente this man loved her. Otherwise he would never have been able to 
use his tongue with such fervor. It felt good to know a man loved her. 

Alvin wiped his face on a corner of the chair arm, and he sat on the arm 
afterward, looking across the chair at the lovely woman. 

"You are great!" he told her. "You are really terrific. I don't know why, 
but I think I'm in love with you." 

"You do not lose respect for me for my letting you do thees?" she asked. 

"Lose respect?" he asked. "I respect you all the more for admitting you have 
feelings inside you. You're a real beauty, all right. I want to get to know 
you better." 

"Then I weel make you 'appy, too," she insisted, and sitting up, reached 
out, opened his fly, pulled out his penis and orally swooped down on it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It was Monday, and Mariane was working again. Carol had stayed in bed all 
morning, and at noontime, Mariane brought her some soup and crackers. At 
Carol's invitation, Mariane sat in a nearby chair and spoke with Carol while 
she ate. After she finished eating, Carol had Mariane put the tray on the 
dresser off to the left, and then she said, "I'm in the mood to make love, 
dear. I want you to make love to me." 

"Eef that ees what you weesh," Mariane nodded, knowing that to argue with 
the woman was useless. 

She and Alvin had made love countless ways the previous day, and she ought 
to have been sated. But she was discovering that the more times she made 
love, the more frequently she desired it. There seemed to be a flickering 
flame inside her that turned into a pyre of lust every time the thought of 
sex occurred. 

"This time we'll vary it a little," Carol told her. "First you'll make me 
cum with your mouth, and then I'm going to fuck you." 

"You are going to fuck me? I do not see how thees ees possible." 

"You'll see. Now come here and open the dressing table on your right. You'll 
find a drawer right in the center." 

"Shall I undress first?" Mariane asked. 

"Oh yes, please do," Carol nodded. 

The two women removed their clothing, and then Mariane walked to the fancy 
dressing table on her right and opened the center drawer. She saw it was 
full of earrings. There were all sizes and shapes there, and they were all 
screw-on earrings. 

"There are two heavy gold earrings, there," Carol said. "Take them out." 

' Reaching in, Mariane pulled out two heavy earrings of heavy gold. They 
were a pair of large, heavy gold loops. 

"Put them on," Carol said, smiling. 

"But I have the pierced ears," Mariane objected. "Thees kind is most 
uncomfortable to me." 

"I don't want you to put them on your ears," Carol told her. "Screw one onto 
each of your nipples." 

"But, Madame Carol, they weel hurt." 

"No," Carol said, shaking her head. "They'll be a little uncomfortable at 
first, but once you get used to wearing them, you'll find they enhance the 
feeling in your nipples." 

Shrugging, the French woman began slowly screwing an earring onto her right 
nipple. It was a heavy earring, and in order for it to stay on, she had to 
screw it on tighter than she liked. She felt a certain amount of pressure as 
it squeezed the mammary point, forcing what blood there was in it to remain, 
thereby expanding it against the tightness of the screw. 

"Make it a little tighter," Carol said, smiling, watching the nipple turn 
from soft pink to a pinkish-red. 

It was uncomfortable at the least, even if it wasn't as painful as she had 
feared. She noticed the insides of the screws had little cushions to prevent 
the metal from cutting her. It was these cushions that kept her from feeling 
any pain. 

"Now the other one," Carol nodded. 

Not understanding what was motivating the woman, she screwed the other 
weighty earring onto her left nipple, feeling it enlarge against the 
pressure of the screw. 

"Excellent," Carol nodded. "This is a fine beginning. I know you're 
wondering why I'm doing this. I used to do this a lot with Bob, only I would 
actually screw these earrings onto his penis while he had a multitude of 
places he would screw the earrings on me. I found that for a little while, 
at least, sexual feeling was enhanced by these screws. Now, come over to the 
bed." 

Mariane walked over to the bed, Carol swung her feet around and sat up with 
her soles flat on the floor. Her thighs were spread and she had Mariane walk 
between them. She wrapped her arms around Mariane, leaned forward, and began 
sucking on Mariane's blood-swollen nipples, one at a time. 

"See how much bigger your nipples have become," Carol said to her. "They 
even taste better," she nodded, sucking first on the left nipple, then on 
the right. "If I weren't in this condition, I'd be screwing earrings to 
myself, as well, and then the two of us would really have a ball. One day 
we'll have to let Bob in on all this. I'd love to see his face when he sees 
me playing with you. Who knows, if he's a good boy I might even let him 
screw the two of us at once. That ought to be a lot of fun." 

Carol's tongue was lapping at the swollen red nipples on Mariane's breasts, 
lingually teasing them, making them swell even more so the pressure of the 
earring screws intensified. Any tighter and Mariane would have felt pain. 

Carol took her time, sucking for a good ten minutes, enjoying one nipple for 
a while, then the other. All the while, Mariane just stood there, feeling 
heat continuing to increase in her own body. 

Finally she stopped sucking. She lay back on the bed, her belly looking 
grotesque at this point. "Now," she said, "kneel between my thighs. I want 
to feel your tongue in my pussy." 

"Can I take the earrings off, first?" Mariane asked. 

"Wear them just a little longer," Carol insisted. "They'll keep you aroused 
and at a fevered peak. You'll see. The earrings when attached to other 
places on your body can really get you aroused. 

"Thees ees the first time I 'ave ever done such a thing or 'eard of such a 
thing being done," Mariane replied. 

"It's an experience," Carol agreed. "You'll find as time goes by that almost 
all things you learn in life you'll be able to put to use at a future time." 

Mariane knelt between Carol's naked thighs and began sucking on the extended 
clitoris immediately. For a clitoris it was large, a miniature penis, and 
that was the way Mariane thought of it as she sucked on it. It was hot and 
pulsing, just like a male organ, and from the way Carol was writhing on the 
bed, it was obvious the brunette was going to climax very shortly. Mariane 
was getting used to this and found sex with Carol almost as pleasant as with 
a man. Her tongue washed over the other woman's labia, then licked her 
clitoris again, plunging rapidly into her. 

"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" Carol encouraged. "LICK EVERYTHING! OHHHHH... YOU 
HAVE A WONDERFUL TONGUE, MARIANE. I LIKE IT!" 

Mariane felt aroused again, fire charging through her veins and arousal 
building in her breast. She was feeling a strange pleasure-pain in her 
nipples as the dangling earrings pulled on them, weighing them down. 

Her lips sucked on the large clitoris, moving back and forth much the same 
way she had sucked on Carol's husband's penis, but she prevented her tongue 
from applying too much pressure, since Carol was one of those who liked to 
have her orgasm prolonged. The longer the better. Her velvet tongue slid 
from Carol's shuddering clitoris and she began lathering her oral digit 
through the entire drenched crack, then licking even lower, lapping between 
her buttocks. Even with her pregnant condition Carol managed to keep every 
part of her superbly clean. 

Mariane's tongue slid forward and pressed against the tiny webbed opening of 
Carol's anus, causing the dark-haired woman to jump a little. The wet point 
of her searching tongue began driving all the way in. She was immaculately 
clean to being totally tasteless inside. Even so, she licked strongly, 
probing, pushing, forcing the lingual digit deeper. She licked strongly, 
then let her tongue slide out and slither back up through Carol's coral 
crack. Saliva continued flooding her mouth along with the oils from Carol's 
vagina, and she used it to paint and coat the outer cuntlips, noting how 
smooth the labia were in spite of being surrounded by so much black hair. 

He working tongue proceeded to move from Carol's open slash back to her 
clitoris, and then her lips were once again pulling on it. 

"UUUUUNNNNHHHHH! YESSSSS!" Carol gasped. "JUST KEEP DOING THINGS LIKE THAT." 

Mariane's mouth gaped widely, covering the entire vertical smile of Carol's 
pussy. Then she began nibbling on the left inner labius, allowing her tongue 
to run along the inside rim of the vaginal lip. Her teeth gently chewed and 
bit her labius, and then she pulled her tongue out and inserted it into the 
inside of the inner part of the right labius. Her tongue sloshed around 
inside again and again, keeping the skin coated with a combination of inner 
vaginal oil and saliva. 

Finally sliding her tongue out of the drenched crack, she moved her lips 
back to the oversized clitoris that to her seemed more like a small penis. 
Her lips compressed tightly around it, enclosing it in the tight envelope of 
her mouth. She bobbed her head straight up and down until her small nose was 
buried in the curling fluff that was Carol's pelvic hairs. Now her lips 
pulled back, releasing most of the clitoris save for the red little tip, 
feeling much the same size as a pink piece of Good 'n' Plenty candy, though 
considerably softer. Soon she once again had the entire clitoris lodged in 
her mouth. 

Back her lips moved, less than an inch-and-a- half each time, then those 
same lips slid right back to the base of the shimmering clitoris, kissing 
the labia directly beneath. Her flesh tasted juicy and a little salty, but 
never heavy. There was a light muskiness about it, yet Mariane continued 
bobbing her head, still afraid that using her tongue on the underside of the 
clitoris would result in Carol's climaxing too quickly. 

"YOU'RE UUUNNNNHHHHH... MARVELOUS... " Carol gasped, her entire body 
quivering and shuddering as the French woman's lips moved back and forth on 
the tiny extension of clitoris. 

Having fellated two men, Mariane was damn well certain she knew how to use 
her mouth. What made her so good was the fact that she liked what she was 
doing, whether with a man or woman. 

Her hips continued their constant pressuring of the thin pencillike stub of 
Carol's clitoris, squeezing tightly around it until, without realizing it, 
she brought her tongue into play again, whipping the little organ up and 
down, up and down. 

"ANH! YES! YES! YES!" Carol gasped. "I'M... UUUNNNNHHHH... GOING TO... 
HHHUUUUNNHHH... CLIMAX... AAA- GGGUUUNNNHHHH... I CAN FEEL IT... " Mariane's 
tongue flicked up and down rapidly, moving from side to side as well, making 
the tiny extension of clitoris stiffen and vellicate even more. 

"YEEEEEESSSSSS... " Carol shouted. "HEEEEEEERE IIIIIT... AAAAANNNNN- 
HHHHHHHHH... GOESSSSSS... EEEEE- YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH... 
AAAARRRAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNN- GGGHHH AAARRRGGGHHH! " Mariane pulled her 
shoulders in as she rammed her head down and sucked all the more strongly on 
the clitoris while her fingers reached forward and two of them slid into the 
distending tunnel of Carol's vagina, massaging the upper wall. Her other 
hand squeezed Carol's buttocks, and the brunette was bouncing her asscheeks 
wildly all over the place. Mariane sucked the clitoris and rammed her 
fingers ever deeper while continuing to squeeze Carol's ass cheeks, and it 
set the pregnant woman off in a series of cataclysmic paroxysms the like of 
which she had never known before. She splashed great quantities of 
lubrication into Mariane's face, and Mariane found herself swallowing huge 
amounts of it. Carol was in a heaven-on-earth, and Mariane wanted the woman 
to enjoy her climax to the fullest. 

Marine was an expert when it came to using her mouth on genitals, whether it 
was fellating a man or licking the vagina of a woman. No clitoris was too 
small, no penis too large, and in Carol's case her clitoris was large, 
almost a small penis, and it made all this so much more exciting for the 
blonde French woman. Carol loved what Mariane was doing so much that she 
came close to fainting. Mariane continued sucking and Carol felt as if her 
brains would melt away. 

Finally, oversensitive to the point where she was unable to bear it any 
longer, she pleaded, "Stop! Stop, Mariane! No more! Let me rest a moment, 
and then I'm going to fuck you." 

"But you're a woman," Mariane insisted. "Eet ees not posseeble for you to 
fuck me." 

"Ah, but it is," Carol insisted, panting, feeling her energy slowly 
beginning to return. 

"How?" Mariane asked. "Weeth what can you fuck me?" 

She was half-amused, thinking Carol might actually consider using her 
oversized clitoris as a penis. It was large, but not that large. 

"Ah, you'll see," Carol told her. "First, we want the maximum eroticism to 
course through your body, so tighten the screw on each earring one more 
turn." 

"Please, Carol," Mariane gasped. "Thes things, they are beginning to 'urt me 
more than a leetle." 

"Trust me!" Carol insisted. "Long after the pain is forgotten, the erotic 
thrills you'll feel will continue to totally overwhelm you. You'll see. Do 
it!" 

Shrugging, not really wanting to do it, but wise enough not to flout Carol, 
Mariane did as the brunette ordered. There was some definite minor pain in 
her nipples now. They were raw, and the padded screws digging into them, 
pressing on the sensitive flesh, all but cut into their rubbery hardness. 
But as Carol had predicted, there was considerably more than pain. She was 
tremendously aroused because her nipples were extremely sensitive, and the 
erogenous feeling shot through her entire body like a zig-zagging bolt of 
electricity. She found herself shuddering and gasping, feeling the need for 
a penis more than anything else. 

"Now I want you to lie down on the bed," Carol ordered, seated on the edge 
of the bed herself. "Pull your knees back to your breasts and stretch your 
thighs wide apart." 

Tugging her knees back made the kneecaps press lightly against the gold hoop 
earrings, and she felt another jolt of pleasure/pain passionately shooting 
from her breasts to the rest of her body. Carol lay on her side, making 
certain her belly rested on a pillow, and she pressed her small nose into 
Mariane's golden pelvic curls. Her cool, wet tongue began washing the French 
woman's throbbing pussy, licking through the sparsely furred split the way a 
cat would lick at its own coat. Carol lapped hard, pressing her warming 
tongue flatly against Mariane's shivering clitoris, but much as Mariane 
enjoyed the tongue, it wasn't what her body really needed. She required a 
penis. Yet the pressure of the tongue made the clitoris harder with each 
thirsting lap, and Mariane's cunnus felt hotter and more aroused with every 
passing second. Suddenly Mariane became aware that her vagina had a cool 
feeling, in spite of the fact that Carol's tongue was slurping strongly 
against it. She felt a cold, shivery feeling, no less arousing, but totally 
incomprehensible. 

"I-It f-feels s-s-so c-cold," Mariane gasped. "Why should your tongue feel 
so c-cold?" 

"Cold, perhaps," Carol smiled. "But all the more arousing. I put a few drops 
of oil of wintergreen on my tongue before I went down on you, just to really 
get you primed for what's coming up next. You ought to see the way those 
inner cuntlips of yours shine. They've turned a rich, vibrant red, and even 
your clitoris has become a little red button." 

Oil of wintergreen? Was this woman crazy? Such a substance would make 
anything it touched tingle and quiver for hours. In her vagina, where 
Mariane had uncounted sensitive mucous membranes, it seemed to really set 
her on fire while being frigid at the same time. It was an icy flame. 

Carol's sinuous tongue continued licking into the depths of Mariane's 
oversensitive vaginal culvert, and the brunette was now the one doing the 
drinking, gulping the heavy vaginal flow coming from the lovely blonde 
woman. Then her tongue moved lower, delving between Mariane's buttocks, 
licking into the French woman's asshole much the same way she had licked 
into her cunt. But when Carol made a semi-circular scoop of her tongue and 
pressed it into Mariane's anus, the overpoweringly chilly vibrations sent a 
series of continual icy shivers running up and down Mariane's shuddering 
spine. 

Carol's mouth suddenly returned to the other woman's clitoris, and she not 
only licked it profusely, but pulled on it with her lips while whipping it 
with her tongue as Mariane had done to her earlier. The oil of wintergreen 
washed over the little pink bud again and again, making it more and more 
sensitive. It extended itself, reaching for Carol's mouth. That was when 
Carol slowly rose from the bed, walked over to the dressing table, dipped 
her hand in the drawer, and came out with more screw earrings. Returning to 
the bed, she lay down very carefully, then reached out and began screwing 
the earrings into the extended clitoris of the blonde French woman. She 
screwed until Mariane was screaming with passionate lust as the pressure of 
the padded earring on her clitoris aroused her as never before. 

Her body began bucking wildly up and down, and Carol had to tub her belly 
and caress her buttocks in order to make her finally relax and calm down. 
Thrilled beyond anything she had ever known with this woman before, the 
quaking young blonde thought she would completely blow her mind. Every ounce 
of willpower was employed to keep herself from going berserk. 

"What are you doeeng?" Mariane asked, gasping. 

"Stay still!" Carol ordered. "Keep that lovely body of yours from moving 
around too much. Honey, you're going to love all the different things I'm 
going to do to you. I went shopping a few days ago, while I was visiting the 
doctor, and I bought a toy or two you're going to love. You'll see." 

"You weel hurt me," Mariane gasped. "Never!" Carol insisted. "Your body is 
too lovely to mutilate. I just want you to fully feel everything I'm going 
to do with you. I don't want you to feel you're missing out on anything. Ah, 
you have no idea how happy I am that you're with us, Mariane. I need you now 
even more than I will after the baby is born." 

Mariane lay there, curious, not knowing what it was precisely that she felt. 
She ought to have been afraid, and yet, even with those earrings attached to 
her the French woman felt no fear. If there was some small pain, there was 
more pleasure." 

"Where did you learn to do thees theengs?" Mariane asked. 

"When you go away to college, and you sleep in an all-girl's dormitory, you 
learn a lot from the other girls," Carol explained. 

Carol had taken out two more earrings when she had gone to the drawer, and 
now she proceeded to attach them. She began to literally sandwich a labius 
between the screw and the earring. Carol screwed tightly, pulling the inner 
love lip back from the opening, pressing it against her outer labius. She 
used the other earring on her other labius in precisely the same way, 
screwing it away from the center of her body, opening her womanly orifice 
that much wider. It was arousing to feel the two earrings tugging her 
cuntlips apart, but not quite as arousing as it was to feel the one pinching 
her clitoris. Through all of this she felt overpowering desire continuing to 
well up inside her, building to fantastically tremendous heights. She was 
leaking more lubrication now. However, the flaps of her inner labia weren't 
there to hold the fluid back, and the clear liquid simply oozed out of her 
throbbing vagina and seeped onto the cheeks of her ass, dripping onto the 
bed as well. 

"Mon Dieu!" she gasped. "Madame Carol, what is eet you eentend doeeng to 
me?" 

"I told you," Carol huskily whispered. "I'm going to fuck you. This is going 
to be a first for me as well. I've never fucked another woman before, and I 
think I'm going to love this." 

"Weeth what?" Mariane gasped. "You 'ave no male organ weeth which to perform 
thees meeracle." 

This time Carol smiled. She was prepared, having made the purchase well in 
advance. She returned to the dressing table and opened another drawer, 
taking out a box. Opening the long box, she took out what looked like a 
large, rubber male penis. 

"This is called a dildo," Carol told her. 

Mariane had been told of such things by her mother, but she had never seen 
one. It was tremendous, all synthetic rubber, and was longer and thicker 
than any real penis she had ever seen. It looked like something a horse 
might sport, and it was hollow. Carol pressed it against her own groin, and 
with her cunt hairs covering it as she strapped it on, the olisbos seemed to 
be growing out of her. 

Mariane stared. She knew her vagina was capable of stretching, but something 
like this was monstrous. She was positive she would never be able to contain 
anything so huge. Even with her labia pinned open, with her shuddering hole 
more exposed than ever before, there was no way on earth she'd be able to 
take that stallion-sized penis. 

"Sil vous plait!" she began begging. "Madam Carol, do not do anytheeng to 
mee weeth such as that. You weel reep me wide open." 

Carol stood there for a moment, looking down at the way the artificial penis 
protruded from beneath her swollen belly. She smiled and said, "It'll fit 
into you, Mariane. Believe me, you're capable of taking something even 
thicker than this. I'll put it in very gently, and believe me, you'll love 
it." 

"But what weel you get from thees?" Mariane asked. 

"There's a little tickler on the inside, and as I fuck you, the tickler will 
rub back and forth across my own clitoris, and the two of us will be able to 
enjoy an orgasm," Carol assured her. 

"You are going to fuck me now?" Mariane asked. 

"Not quite yet," Carol told her. "I have a special treat in store for you 
first. You see, I bought two dildos, not just one. I discovered the second 
one was not meant to be fitted against the groin. Oh Mariane, you're going 
to simply love this." 

"Mon Dieu! There ees more?" 

"Yes," Carol nodded, going to the drawer again and taking out another dildo. 
This one was wrapped in plastic, and it had little rubber knobs circling it 
around the corona. Though it was shorter than the one Carol was wearing, it 
was just as thick. At the end of the dildo was a special kind of pouch which 
Carol fitted against her chin. She strapped it behind her head. 

Lying on her side again, with a pillow under her belly and her face turned 
so she was looking straight at Mariane's pussy, she whispered, "Just lie 
still, honey. You're going to love this." 

Mariane jumped when she felt the rubber head of the dildo touch her 
spread-open vaginal hole. She shuddered as Carol ran her hand up and down 
her thighs, causing vibrant titillations to pour through the French blonde. 
Her lubricant came pouring out, inundating the rubber head, knobs and all. 
Then Carol leaned her chin forward a little, and this made Mariane gasp as 
the thick, bulbous head of the artificial penis poked into her widely opened 
womanly center. Carol shoved hard, pushing it, widening Mariane internally, 
making the phony cock fit into her tightly squeezing vaginal well. She 
relaxed her body as best she was able, knowing that what her mother had told 
her was true. The more she relaxed, the easier it would be to fit the penis 
into her body. 

Almost immediately she felt her narrow cunt walls beginning to stretch, and 
though it was a little uncomfortable initially, there was no pain. The 
arousal she was feeling more than compensated for the discomfort she had 
initially felt. Now the rubbery knobs were pushing into her. Their rounded, 
blunted surfaces rubbed through her seething tunnel, making her bounce that 
much more wildly with thrilling sensation. It was maddening! Flashes of 
shuddering delight mixed with thrilling blisters of wanton enjoyment as she 
felt the knob-ringed dildo push deeper and deeper, and she began wiggling 
her body. The blunted studs tantalized her quivering inner tunnel, making 
her buttocks slam up and down on the bed even more wildly. It was awesome 
and overpowering. Flashes of thrilling delight mixed with blistering passion 
as the weighty, knob-encircled dildo continued pushing itself ever deeper, 
making her squirm as never before. 

"I knew you'd like it!" Carol gutturally gasped, and Mariane was now able to 
feel the other woman's heated breath between her parted vaginal lips as she 
continued moving her chin forward until she had sunk the full length of the 
knobby artificial penis into Mariane. 

To the French woman it was a delight beyond compare. It both tickled and 
aroused at the same time, and therefore Mariane discovered it to be the most 
maddening sensation she had ever known. What put the finishing touch on it 
all was the pressure of Carol's lips surrounding her pulsing clitoris as it 
extended between the screwed-on earring, blood filled with aching lust. 

Mariane gulped out, "HAAAAAUUUUU- NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHH... " as Carol's lips 
now closed over her throbbing clitoris while the brunette's tongue flattened 
against the organ and began licking. Even as she licked, Carol's chin was 
working back and forth, moving the knob-studded dildo in and out of 
Mariane's seething womanly tunnel. Her buttocks moved wildly on the bed, and 
her vagina tried tightening around the dildo. The inner walls of her tunnel 
succeeded somewhat, but without the added pressure of her vulva it wasn't 
quite the same. These were still held back by the earrings Carol had screwed 
onto them. 

The wintergreen on Carol's tongue continued tormenting the vibrating 
clitoris of the French woman, and Mariane found herself trying to scream, 
but hoarsely gasping, instead as her buttocks moved up and down on the bed 
again and again, slamming into the mattress. Her aching pussy felt as if it 
had been pulled inside-out. Fire was building internally, and liquid coated 
the walls heavily, much of it dripping out, only to be picked up by the 
pressure of the moving dildo so it would be forced back in. The swollenly 
bulging cuntlips sticking out from around the screws were also being 
massaged by the thickness of the dildo. Mariane felt as if her interior was 
shattering. She sensed a series of small, multiple climaxes already shooting 
through her aching vagina, and the way Carol's lips and tongue were working 
on her clitoris merely served to enhance the thrilling stimulation within. 
Heavy globs of colorless love wine seeped out from around the dildo and 
began trickling down Mariane's thighs and buttocks. 

The French woman felt her employer's tongue lapping madly at her chillingly 
oversensitive clitoris, abetted by the pressure of the lady's pulling lips. 
This made her wriggle and tighten her thighs even more, compressing them 
firmly around Carol's bobbing head, feeling the fluffiness of her short, 
black hair. 

Even with Carol's lips and tongue pressed solidly around the vellicating 
extension of her shivering clitoris, Mariane was able to sense the other 
woman working her chin back and forth, rubbing the bump-studded dildo in and 
out with greater speed and stronger friction. Her fingers were digging 
tightly into Mariane's ass cheeks, making the blonde squeal and gurgle as 
Carol continued her oral attack on the clitoral spike while her chin forced 
the rubbery dildo to move faster and faster. Her vagina flowed all the more 
heavily with sloshing oil, making the dildo's passage even easier, although 
the heavy tightness of her compressing vaginal walls provided a certain 
amount of resistance at all times. 

Mariane's hands reached down and began to unwittingly grip the other woman's 
hair very tightly. She forced his face against her vagina all the more 
firmly, feeling the studded olisbos press all the more deeply into her. The 
massive rubbery thickness was all but excruciating it was so wonderful as 
the penis continued moving in and out, in and out. 

The bud of her clitoris, now a cherry red, stimulated by the wintergreen on 
Carol's tongue as well as the pressure of the earring surrounding it swelled 
and enlarged all the more. She was frightened the earring would shortly cut 
deeply into her flesh. Was it possible to actually sever her clitoris from 
the rest of her? Mariane certainly hoped not. 

Carol's swirling tongue created more and more friction, and this time a 
great climax began weeling up inside Mariane. She knew it was going to 
buffet her body at any moment, and she hoped her violent body movements 
wouldn't cause any damage to be done to her the way she had all her 
sensitive areas pinched together. 

Then the climax hit. 

"AAAAAYYYAAAIIIGGGHHHAAARRR- GGGHHHUUUHHH... HHHAAAUUU- NNNGGGHHH A 
AARRRGGGHHAAGGHH! " An overpowering tornado took possession of her 
shuddering body, sweeping it up, churning it around and around, madly 
whirling her through endless time and space. The sensation powered through 
her clitoris and her vagina at the same time, creating the impression the 
entire world had suddenly exploded inside her. 

Weak, limp, feeling like the proverbial wrung- out dishrag, Mariane fell 
back on the bed, and that was when Carol crawled up on her after unstrapping 
the dildo on her chin and tossing it aside. Now it was time for the other 
dildo, and she pushed the swollen mass of rubber into Mariane's widely 
distended pussy. 

Mariane, so soon after an overpowering climax, felt her oversensitivity 
completely inundate her. She writhed and squirmed as Carol, like a man, 
began fucking the phony penis in and out of her. 

"TOO MUCH... TOO MUCH... TOO MUCH... " Mariane gasped. "I CANNOT CONTROL 
MYSELF... STOP... STOP... STOP... " But Carol was bent on fucking the 
blonde, and fuck her she did, pounding the penis in and out more and more 
rapidly, making Mariane squeal with unutterable delight, and then the two of 
them began screaming because Carol's clitoris was being stimulated by the 
tickler inside the dildo as Mariane was stimulated by the dildo itself. The 
two of them shouted out their orgasmic satisfaction repeatedly. 

Unstrapping the dildo, leaving it in Mariane's cunt, Carol carefully 
unscrewed all the earrings on the helpless woman, saying, "We don't want to 
give you too much, honey. We'll save these for another time, when you can 
use them all, including the dildo, on me." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Mariane dated Alvin every Sunday, and she also saw him two or three evenings 
a week. During the week they just walked or went for a ride, but on Sunday 
they made love, all kinds of passionate love. 

You know," Alvin told her on one evening ride. "I've found another woman who 
would be very good at helping Mrs. Waner with her baby when it's born. I 
want to marry you, Mariane, if you're willing." 

"You are a good man, Alvin," she said to him. "I am flattered by your 
proposal, but I theenk thees might be a bad time for me to leave Mrs. Waner. 
Her time ees getting close. I theenk it only fair I remain at least until 
she returns from the 'ospital." 

"You mean that after that you'd be willing to marry me?" Alvin asked. 

"Mais oui, but of course, for I 'ave discovered I also love you vairy much, 
and I theenk I can make you a good wife. I ask only one theeng, and that 
ees, you must nevair ask me about my life before you and I were married." 

"Hey, I know about your life before," he laughed. "At least, I know about 
the only part of it that counts. You spent it with me." 

"You are a good man, M'sieu Alvin. You are easy to chereesh." 

"You too," Alvin nodded, kissing her. Mariane's prediction came true sooner 
than expected. It was on a Wednesday that Carol started feeling labor pains, 
and she was taken to the hospital by Mariane, who afterward phoned Bob and 
told him. 

That night, Bob spent as much time in the hospital as visiting hours would 
permit, seeing his wife and new daughter. The following day he took time off 
from work to visit Carol in the hospital again. 

Going home in the middle of the afternoon, he found himself alone with 
Mariane, and felt this was as good a time as any to put his new idea to the 
test. The Barker Smelting Works was run by a father and three sons, all of 
whom were known as the horniest men around. They had been looking for a new 
attorney since they were unhappy with their present one, and Bob Waner had 
been one of the attorneys with whom they had spoken. As yet, they hadn't 
made up their minds. 

That afternoon, Bob Waner called up Andy Barker, the father who really ran 
the smelting works, and he invited him, along with his three sons, to come 
on over and share in a little present he had for them. Now it was time to 
prepare Mariane since the Barkers would be over in a very short while. 

"Mariane!" he told her. "I want you to undress... now!" 

"No, M'sieu Bob," she replied. "All that ees feeneeshed. I weel not undress 
anymore. And you cannot send me back to France, for I am about to marry an 
American." 

"Oh, really," Bob nodded. "Well, in that case, I'll have to use a little 
force." 

"You would not dare," Mariane gasped. 

"Ah, but I would," he insisted, and when she turned and ran up the stairs, 
he followed her, right to her own room. 

Mariane tried slamming the door shut, but Bob was there too quickly, and he 
forced the door open. 

"You weel be sorry for this, M'sieu Bob," she gasped. 

"The hell I will," he told her, and he grabbed her around the waist and 
forced her down onto the bed. 

"I do not like being forced," she gasped, under his weight. 

"You have to learn a lesson, Mariane," he told her. "I'm just the one to 
teach it to you. I was going to be nice and easy on you, but now you're 
going to learn the meaning of the expression, gang- bang. I'm going to let 
four different men fuck you, and when they're finished, I'm going to 
initiate a new part of your body. I already have your vaginal hymen and your 
oral virginity. There still remains one, and I'm going to take that, this 
evening." 

"I do not know what you are talking about," she told him as she struggled 
against his hands. He was tearing the clothing from her, and not at all 
gently. He pulled her dress off, then tore off her half slip, ripped off her 
brassiere, yanked off her panties, and after pulling her stockings and 
garter belt off, used them to tie her wrists in front of her. Then he forced 
her to lie on the bed, swung her arms over her head, and tied them to the 
headboard. 

The doorbell rang, and Bob smiled, saying, "Ah, our guests have arrived." He 
rose and left her. 

Mariane cowered in the center of the bed, her arms bound tightly over her 
head. Escape was impossible. For the first time she felt ashamed of her 
nakedness, and the shame was like a blanket. It was a blanket that she was 
unable to throw off. Now, this blanket was going to be replaced by something 
even more vile and rotten. Bob had threatened she would be covered with the 
bodies of strange, obscenely wanton men, who had no idea who she was or why 
she was really there. They were men she would never know, other than as 
shafts of hard, indecent flesh drubbing the tender interior of her helpless 
body. She would be the receptacle into which they would shoot their obscene 
semen as they had probably done into so many other women before her. 

She heard Bob's voice outside the door, saying, "No matter how much she 
screams or squeals, remember, she really loves it. I had to tie her to the 
bed because she loves being dominated. She'll do her best to talk you out of 
fucking her, but she really wants all of you to jazz her has hard as 
possible." 

"Hey, don't worry, counselor," a gruff voice said. "Me and the boys know how 
to give a broad a really good time. We ain't gonna listen to anything she 
says." 

"Yeah," another voice agreed. "You can say that again." 

"Okay," Bob said. "D'you fellas want to take her on one at a time, or do you 
want to gang-shag her?" 

"I'm going first," the gruff voice said. "The boys can follow any way that 
pleases them." 

The door slowly began to open. 

Bon Dieu! she thought, Do not let this happen to me. I am not a bad woman. I 
want nothing to do with such vile men. 

She prayed in fevered anguish for the door to shut again, and for the men on 
the other side to disappear. But it didn't happen. 

"Hey, pop," one of the men said. "You got fifteen minutes with her, and if 
you don't come out, the three of us are coming in." 

"I got as long as I want," the gruff voice said. "You guys come bustin' in 
before, and I'll start breakin' a few heads." 

"Come on, pop," another voice said. "You always go first with these 
tootsies. It isn't fair." 

"I'm the one who decides what's fair," the gruff voice insisted. "Now you 
punks stay out here." The door opened and a rugged, muscular man in 
sweat-soaked clothes walked in. He had curly brown hair and a mustache. He 
was about five- feet-ten, with very broad shoulders, and it was obvious he 
was a self made man who earned his money from continuing the physical labor 
he had done when younger. 

Andy Barker, the father of Barker and Sons, closed the door behind him. His 
eyes lit up in appreciation when he saw the feast waiting for him, spread so 
defenselessly on the bed. Mariane had hoped his seeing her bound this way 
would somehow or other stir something in his conscience, but Bob had taken 
care of that by telling them she wanted to appear raped. One look at Andy's 
lustfilled face and Mariane felt nothing but despair. He was going to make 
good use of her, and the sight of his hairy, gorillalike body when he 
undressed terrified her even more. 

Andy Barker, now totally naked, his penis standing solidly out in front of 
him, not at all formidable-looking considering how muscular the rest of him 
was, walked back and forth, looking at her white body, licking his lips, 
smiling. His huge, barrel chest, covered as it was with so much hair, rose 
and fell like an earthquake tremor. His belly was flat enough and hairy 
enough, as was his pelvis, and she wondered why she wasn't able to see more 
of his penis. She then realized it was short, very short. 

The mere sight of the penile head, short and stubby as it was, was enough to 
set her sexual desires into motion again. The first piercing betrayal of her 
mind by her body came as the man grinned and gleefully leaned down over the 
edge of the bed, starting to run his rough, calloused hands over the smooth 
surface of her cringing flesh. 

Mariane's reaction was violent. 

Deep, indescribably thrilling electrical shocks shot through the frayed 
nerve ends of her trembling body, stabbing her like a thousand tiny sharp 
little pins. Cheering little demons wickedly danced along the inner softness 
of her trembling thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress 
to quench a searing heated fire that, like a long tongue, licked through her 
completely naked body. It was futile as the flames roared headlong out of 
control of any kind. She lay immobile for a moment, her mind struggling 
against the pinpricks of sensation following the path of the man's coarse 
fingers digging into her flesh. 

He played cruelly on, totally unaware of the raging battle hopelessly taking 
place in the helpless French woman beneath his continually kneading hands. 
He wasted no time in moving his hands down to her cunt, placing his thumbs 
on the soft, fuzz-covered labia, and peeling them apart like a tangerine 
skin. Mariane lay, holding her breath, fighting with what little moral 
strength she had left. But it was not enough. She had become such a slave to 
sex that her resistance had shattered. 

She groaned, an exquisite feeling of air charging across the thrillingly 
exposed bud of her vibrant clitoris. The feelings rippled up her flatly 
quivering belly and into her chest, filling her breasts, coming out through 
her nipples, drowning out the terribly debasing humiliation of the man's 
strange hands roaming over her exposed nudity. The straining muscles of her 
shuddering thighs relaxed loosely, her ivory white breasts rising and 
falling with her heavily labored breath. 

Andy Barker's tongue licked nervously at his heavy mouth. Small beads of 
perspiration formed above his mustache as he stared unbelievingly at the 
gradual transformation of the woman beneath his stroking fingers. He wasn't 
able to understand what was happening to the girl and he wasn't about to ask 
questions. Only a fool would argue when a woman's eyes, even a bound 
woman's, showed willingness. Andy Barker was no fool. 

He was unable to wait any longer. Reaching down, he tugged her unresisting 
thighs wider apart with the roughly calloused palms of his hands and crawled 
anxiously over their rounded lushness. 

The demons danced that much faster around the rough pink edges of the naked 
Mariane's pussy as she felt her bed sag from the weight of Andy Barker. Her 
cunt was a burning tunnel of emptiness; a core that needed filling. Her 
hungry eyes locked anxiously on the heavy penis, small as it was, that 
dangled from Andy's kneeling body above her. For the moment, totally 
forgotten was the thought that evil was being perpetrated on her body. 
Forgotten was the fear of being humiliated by all these men; this one and at 
least three more to follow. She required just one thing at the moment-cock! 
More than anything else in the world she needed a good, stiff penis. 

Even as her mind continued fighting the sight of the powerful man kneeling 
above her, his strong body hovering between the slimness of her wide- 
stretched thighs, her legs automatically kicked out and her heels curled 
around his upper thighs, trying to pull him closer. She jerked her cunt 
wildly forward and her legs managed to knock him off balance so that he fell 
on top of her with a grunt, almost knocking the wind out of her. His hand 
led the swollen, blood-bloated head of his penis right into her throbbing 
vagina, his powerful frame all but crushing her as he smashed his body down 
on hers, pressing her buttocks far into the mattress. Digging his elbows 
into the mattress on either side of her, he began ramming his cock as deep 
into her body as he was able to drive it, feeling her hungrily clasping 
pussy sucking on it, nursing on it, aching for the nourishment it was 
supposed to yield. His weighty testicles smacked heavily against her 
upturned ass cheeks, and his flat, hairy stomach clapped loudly against her 
white, soft belly. 

Mariane strained against the bonds but they were too tight. The nylon merely 
got tighter as she struggled, cutting into her wrists, causing her to grit 
her teeth tightly together, whipping her head from side to side. Mariane 
wanted his penis deeper. She wanted to reach around with her hands and pull 
his ass more solidly against her, but the nylon pantyhose were too tight 
around her wrists. 

"FUCK ME DEEPER, M'SIEU!" she gasped. "I MUST FEEL IT,TOO." 

"I'M FUCKIN' AS DEEP AS I CAN," Andy gasped, and gripping her round ass 
cheeks with both hands, drove his cock in to the hilt. He was too short! 

She groaned, feeling a certain frustration, splaying her thighs even wider 
apart in the hope of his getting greater access and driving in even deeper. 
It helped a little. 

As if he were trying to apologize for his shortness, the sweating, muscular 
man slammed his tongue deep into her wide open mouth. His heavy saliva was 
already starting to drool down her throat. She sucked at his tongue in a 
wild frenzy, her body caught up in a whirlpool of nakedly rampant lust. It 
was because of feelings like these that she was unable to control her body. 
His jerking penis pistoned mercilessly into her, bringing gasps of pain as 
his pelvis smacked solidly against her blonde-furred crotch, causing a loud, 
brutal thud to resound throughout the room with each pile- driving thrust. 
She moaned again because the man was bringing her to a peak with merely the 
brutality of his driving lunges. 

"AAAAAAAAYYYYAAGGGGGHHHH- HH!" she screamed, bucking uncontrollably beneath 
him as she felt his plunging penis stiffen without warning, and then Andy 
Barker was grunting, "HHHOOORRHHHGGHHH!" White hot liquid began spewing into 
the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. 

The first orgasm had merely been a prelude for Mariane. She wanted more and 
more and more, and now the man's penis was already starting to shrink, 
getting softer and smaller than it had been before. She groaned with 
frustration. 

Diable! It was too soon. Much too soon. She had almost achieved a second 
climax. In fact, the peak was only a hair away. She strained and struggled 
crazily to reach it, but Andy Barker's dead weight just collapsed on top of 
her body, and his useless deflated cock had fallen out of her. 

Mariane buffeted her wet crotch up against it angrily, tears of frustration 
running down her passion-aroused cheeks. No matter what she did, the soft, 
rubberlike tubing simply yielded and gave way to her constant, anguished 
upward thrusts. He rolled from her body panting heavily. She had been some 
cunt, all right. If Bob Waner was able to come up with more cunt like this 
one, and if he was half as good an attorney as he seemed, there was no 
reason for Barker Smelting not to give its business to him. 

Flames continued burning in the shuddering Mariane even as Andy Barker 
dressed- and staggered out of the room. She was waiting for the next man, 
and now she was eagerly anticipating him. 

"Mon dieu!" she sobbed softly. "Perhaps I am a tramp. I do not know. All I 
do know is that I need more satisfaction. Weeth Alvin I am always satisfied. 
I need no othair men. But these strange men do not satisfy enough. I need 
more." 

Bob walked into the room, and using a warm, wet wash cloth, swabbed out her 
vagina. In the process, the roughness of the cloth brought her another minor 
climax, but it wasn't nearly enough. 

Mariane's eyes were burning brightly with the glaze of uncontrollable 
desire. The thought of resistance to what was happening to her had totally 
faded. She ached to feel more. She wanted to enjoy the sweet deliciousness 
of a man fucking her. She ached to feel her belly filled to overflowing with 
pools of sperm, wanting to have it slosh wetly around inside her. 

"Hurry, Bob," she gasped. "Breeng me another man, or if you can, try and 
satisfy me yourself." 

Bob smiled and walked out, and then the door opened and what was obviously 
the son of the man who had just been with her walked in. He was perhaps in 
his mid-twenties and had pimples on his face. 

"I'm Charley," he told her. "I know my old man just used your cunt, so I'm 
not gonna fuck you there." 

Mariane didn't even listen to what he was saying. She ached for a cock in 
her pussy, and she strained at her bonds as if to let him know how eager she 
was to have him fuck her. She opened her thighs wide, pointing the dripping, 
hair-lined slash of her pussy directly at the lewdly grinning man, grinding 
it up and down with her buttocks tightly clenched together in an equally 
lewd invitation, as if to spur him to greater speed. 

Charley lost no time in tearing his clothes off, leaving everything in a 
heap on the floor. He was slimmer than his father, but his penis was both 
longer and thicker. It was just what she needed to satisfy her. 

Charley stalked to the bed, his mouth hanging open and slaver dripping from 
it. He jumped on and threw a leg over the young French woman's body. 
Straddling her lovely belly, he pressed his flat ass cheeks heavily against 
her. The soft whiteness of her flat belly brushed against his wrinkled 
scrotum sac and he rubbed his balls more solidly against the skin. Charley's 
young cock was already jerking in anxious anticipation, and Mariane, 
glancing down her belly at it, saw from the way it was twitching this was a 
man who was going to cum in a hurry. 

Now he began sliding forward on her wriggling torso, rubbing his throbbing 
cock against her skin until it pushed into the valley between her lovely 
breasts. Jeez! They were so nicely round, so full, so swollen. He cupped a 
hand on either side of the quivering mounds and pressed them solidly 
together, trapping his awakening phallus between them. He had always wanted 
to do this, but all the girls he had dated thought he was perverted for 
asking it. Now this girl, with her arms tied over her head, unable to use 
them in any way, was unable to physically object, even if she was able to do 
so vocally. 

Mariane, lying beneath him, felt the bones of his lean body through the 
thin, flat cheeks of his buttocks as they pressed painfully into her ribs 
when he rocked forward. He had straddled her so suddenly she had been taken 
totally by surprise. She needed him inside her, not on top of her like this. 
This was ridiculous. She desperately tried struggling to wriggle higher 
beneath him in the hope he would get the idea and fuck her properly. 

"NO, NO... PLEASE... NOT THAT WAY M'SIEU CHARLES... DO NOT DO IT THAT WAY," 
she cried out in frustration as she stared between the hillocks of her 
breasts and watched the red, bulbous head throbbing between her tightly 
clutched breasts. She was aware of it throbbing against the ultra-sensitive 
tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of burning, tormenting flames 
racing down to the quivering slash of her cunt. 

"OHHHH... NON... NON... SIL VOUS PLAIT... NOT THEES WAY... FUCK ME... PLEASE 
FUCK ME... " she begged as he began a rocking motion, sliding his 
blue-veined penis faster and faster between the roundness of her straining 
breasts. More sputum dribbled from his hung-open mouth, moistening the 
narrow valley as well as pouring on her breasts. His cock dripped oil of its 
own and passage between her breasts was easier for the rampaging instrument 
as Charley ignored her pleas. He continued his desperate thrusting, moving 
his penis faster and faster, his breath coming in heavy labored gasps, 
until, before her wide-open, horror- stricken eyes, the store of semen 
inside began spurting in stickily heated streams over her throat and naked 
breasts. It ran down her shoulders in wet, white rivulets, soaking the 
mattress and pillow beneath her head. 

"You son of a putain," she yelled. "Put that cock of yours into me, and do 
it right now. I am in terreeble need... now... now... " she raved, her head 
thrashing from side to side in bitter defeat. "WHY DID YOU NOT FUCK ME?" she 
cried, staring at him with hate filling her eyes. Her arms strained at the 
pantyhose that bound her as she struggled like a madwoman. She cursed the 
young man's inability to satisfy her, using a series of four French epithets 
that came to her lust- deranged mind. 

"Eef you must do thees to me," she shouted at Bob when Charley had walked 
out of the room, "then at least send to me a man who ees capable of 
sateesfying me." She was screaming at the top of her lungs because her 
vagina felt like a steam-filled cavern that twitched totally out of control. 
Her body was going to explode into her a trillion fiery particles if someone 
didn't ram a penis into her vagina and soon. She sobbed hysterically, crying 
out for some kind of satisfaction. 

"So you want a man, eh," Bob laughed. "Well, I was going to save the best 
for last, but since you insist on having what you term to be a man, allow me 
to bring the oldest of the Barker brothers to meet you." 

Mariane stared as Bob turned and disappeared through the door. Then she 
gasped and sucked in her breath because he was replaced by a man with a 
penis that matched in size and breadth the artificial cock Carol had used on 
her not too long ago. He was probably the best looking of Andy Barker's 
sons. 

Just the sight of his penis as he stood nakedly in the doorway made her 
pleas freeze in her throat. Her desire was suddenly quashed by fear. 
Something like that, a real penis instead of a dildo, capable of expanding 
even more, would kill her. 

"I've brought a real man," Bob told her. He had stepped into the hallway to 
let the oldest son, Drew Barker, into the room. But now he entered the room 
followed by Andy Barker, Charley, and the one son she had not yet seen, the 
one she would learn was named Tom. "What's more," Bob told her, "Drew says 
he doesn't mind if the rest of us watch, so I expect you to put on a good 
show and not disappoint us onlookers." 

"Ohhhh... Bon Dieu!" the poor French woman whimpered, a battle raging 
between her mental revulsion of all that was happening and the burning fire 
flaring in the depths of her shuddering body. "I cannot do thees theeng," 
she cried. "I am not in a circus, where I 'ave to perform for money. I would 
not do thees weeth any man. You cannot ask me to do thees." 

"I can't think of asking you," Bob replied. "That's why I'm telling you." 

It was useless to argue with him. Mariane suddenly realized it. Bob watched 
the servile acceptance register on her face. 

With the five men in the room, Mariane suddenly felt choked and strangled, 
especially when Bob shut the door. He nodded at Drew, the oldest son, and 
said, "GO AHEAD. BALL HER!" 

Drew's giant cock reared from his body like a long, muscular arm, and the 
balled head on the end of it was like a fist. It was immeasurably long, and 
unbelievably broad. Two massive, sperm-bloated testicles hung at the base, 
giving it the appearance of an old-fashioned cannon getting ready to fire. 

Mariane stared with widely strained eyes as she heard a murmur running 
through the room. Her shocked gaze locked on the huge white shaft pointing 
in her direction, and she gasped in horror, clenching her thighs tightly 
together in anguished fear, her lower jaw falling loosely as if it were 
unhinged. 

Ohhhhh... mon Dieu! It simply was not true that a man had something as large 
as that. He would split her in two. Terrible visions of her torn and 
bleeding body, sliced right up the middle, flickered through her cringing 
brain. They mustn't do it. They simply mustn't do it! 

Drew Barker, smiling, stepped over to the bed, the crowd closing behind him 
to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle of their brother fucking 
this woman. 

"You know," Tom Barker said, "This really isn't fair. There won't be that 
much of her left for me after Drew finishes with her." 

"There'll be plenty left," Bob Waner assured him. 

Helpful hands gripped Mariane's ankles and began tugging on them, pulling 
them apart. Her delicate pink slash, nestling in the golden muff of pubic 
hairs, burst into full view of the spectators at the end of the bed. 
Everyone strained more closely around the bed to get a good look at the 
palpitating treasure that was the cunt of the struggling French woman. 
Overanxious hands reached out to pinch at her swollen breasts, pulling on 
her nipples, squeezing her thighs and buttocks, then withdrawing again. 

"You know how it is," Andy Barker said, winking down at her. "The family 
that plays together stays together." 

The slender Drew climbed between her widespread thighs, and the restraining 
hands on her ankles, those of Charley and Andy Barker, levered them up off 
the bed and back, way back over her head until the soles of her upside down 
feet were touching the headboard on either side of the nylon binding her 
wrists. Her thighs were tugged apart in a wide V. Mariane's face contorted 
with anguish, every muscle in her body feeling as if it had been strained 
beyond her physical endurance. The flat plane of her pussy with its soft, 
blonde hairs was presented up to the kneeling Drew Barker in defenseless 
sacrifice. It was now his and he would be able to plunder it at will. 

The handsome youth grinned down at it, his lips pulled back in a wide sneer 
over his sharp teeth as unbridled lust burned through him. He felt he had 
been kept waiting too long, and he had shed his clothing in the hallway. He 
stroked his immense penis with both hands, and it seemed to take both to fit 
around its enormous girth, in greedy preparation for the oncoming attack on 
the helplessly upturned pussy in front of him. He swayed from side to side 
on his knees, looking like a huge white cobra, his glistening flesh shining 
in the afternoon light coming in through the window near the bed. He 
shuffled forward a little. His pelvis and bulging penis shoved out and 
quivered as if he were dancing the Limbo. 

Mariane stared straight up through her widely split thighs and stared in 
awed terror. In this position, her vagina was less than a foot away from her 
face with her back bowed and bent. She found herself hypnotized, unable to 
turn her eyes away from the vile instrument that was, in a moment, about to 
cleave through her warm body in a vicious attack. She was mesmerized into 
abject immobility. 

"I think I'm gonna eat a little first," Drew announced, and pulled his 
throbbing cock back. His head came forward and down in a fast blur, his 
gleaming, sharp teeth fastening into the soft and hairy flesh of her pelvis 
right above her pussy. Her navel was just about out of reach because of the 
way she was bent back. His tongue began a slow exploration of her golden 
forest, following the path of soft, light fuzz down into the flanges of her 
cringing pussy. He spread the young, pink, fleshy labia with his fingers and 
with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, pulled the tiny pink bud of her 
shimmering clitoris wetly into his heatedly working mouth. He nibbled at it 
with the sharp tips of his teeth and felt it jerking back to life from the 
softness that fear had brought. 

Mariane clenched her eyes tightly shut at the new myriad of sensations that 
were once more invading her like out-of-control whirlpools, shooting through 
her troubled loins. She fought with all her inner strength against the 
betrayal of her body, but Drew Barker's tongue worked expertly, snaking 
forward and down, then burrowing into the pink softness that was her pussy. 
It moved through her like the tongue of an aardvark. The shock rippled 
crazily up her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a 
cascade of wildly shooting colored stars. Hot comets of lust rained down 
tauntingly all over her shuddering body. Her crotch jerked involuntarily 
forward, and the flicking tongue buried itself all the way inside. Fire 
replaced fear and everything else. 

"THATTA BOY, DREW! SUCK THAT CUNT! SUCK THAT CUNT!" 

"Yeah, Drew, eat that pussy!" 

"Do it, son! Chew that dripping box but good." Cunt! Cunt! They were talking 
about her cunt! She actually was that cunt. Oh oui! 

Her entire being was suddenly a wide-open cavern that ached once more to be 
stuffed, to be crammed, to be filled with whatever was possible to push into 
it. Nothing else mattered now; not Alvin, not whatever principles she had 
left, not the fact that she was being used and humiliated. All that counted 
was the flicking reality of the probing tongue that had crawled from her 
slotted furrow and was now tracing circles around her asshole. 

"AAAIII... OUI... BITE ME... EAT ME... MAKE ME FEEL... AAAAIIII... I LOVE 
EET... AAANNNGGGHHH... " He bypassed her breasts on the way up because they 
were scrunched between her belly and chin, and he kissed her face, sucking 
her nose, biting her lips, licking her cheeks and eyelids. She rotated her 
lust-contorted face around, searching with her own open mouth, hoping to hug 
and kiss. She finally caught his tongue and managed to suck it deep into her 
throat. She tried biting his tongue, but he moved it too quickly, flicking 
it in and out of her mouth, fucking it as if his tongue were a cock. She 
moaned greedily, aching to feel more and more. She loved it and was enslaved 
by her feelings. 

Her crotch ground frenetically around below, her spine touching the sodden 
covers, but her ass waving around in the air as her feet continued pressing 
flatly against the headboard. Her gaping pussy felt his monstrous pole 
rubbing against its lips and so her cunt began a search for the head of the 
organ, aching to pull it inside her. Even if the tormenting pole was going 
to rip her belly asunder, she wanted it inside her, even knowing it was 
going to rip her belly asunder. The lust-incited men standing around the bed 
gasped as the great, fistlike head finally found the opening to her pussy. 
It jostled it for a moment, rubbing against the ragged pink edges of flesh, 
carefully, gently, slowly insinuating itself between them. Then, with a 
solid flick of his hips, the grinning Drew barker forced the blood-bloated 
tip between the vulva of her pussy, letting the throbbing hair-lined lips of 
her cunnus surround the corona, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh as 
never before, almost to the bursting point. 

Mariane threw her head wildly to one side and shrieked, 
"AAAIIIEEEEYYYAAAGGGHH!" 

The penis had pushed into her all of one inch, and the struggling French 
woman, trying desperately to wriggle her legs free of the hands holding her 
ankles all the way back, tried to escape the punishing impalement. But the 
eagerly restraining hands held her feet back tightly against the bedstead. 
In her wild passion a moment before she had overestimated her narrow cunt's 
abilities. The cock of Drew Barker was too big. She would never be able to 
handle such a monster. It was forcing her pussylips wider and wider, almost 
splitting her flesh. The pain was unbearable, rocketing through her 
stretched body like a series of tiny sharp and probing cactus needles. 

Drew panted and balanced himself on the palms of his hands in a push-up 
position and slammed forward once more. His grin widened, and the relentless 
monster slid another inch into her. "HHAAUUNNGGGHHH! " Another inch! 

" Y YY AAARRRGGGHHH! " Hot, stale breath coursed over her nakedly sweating 
body as the men surrounding her began to crowd closer. All their faces hung 
over the bed within inches of her straining nakedness, watching hypnotically 
as the young, white French beauty was being fucked and skewered by the 
oldest son of the Barker empire. She was only dimly aware of hands grabbing 
her breasts and squeezing them. Other hands ran over the backs of her thighs 
until she thought she was covered with a multitude of flesh-eating insects. 
The entire room seemed to have become a giant octopus with thousands of 
grasping tentacles reaching out obscenely to crush her in her nakedness. 

"Non... non... non... " she sobbed, hysterical in her helplessness, tears 
pouring like heavy rain from her open but unseeing eyes. 

Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance brought a suddenly crushing 
thrust from the man fucking her that sent his giant cock charging deep into 
the tightness of her narrow, resisting tunnel. Great ripples of soft, pink 
membranes were pushed before the monstrous organ in rolling waves. Mariane 
jerked convulsively as the huge rod charged into the depths of her belly, 
moving with the speed of a runaway express train smashing all resistance. It 
was an uncontrolled monster rumbling through her, filling her every crevice 
and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls unable to breathe or 
move. Sensation was coming out her throat, out her mouth, curling around her 
shoulders and neck, filling her completely, trying to push life out of her. 
It was actually trying to push her very soul out of her body. 

Abruptly the pain stopped. With an earth- shattering jolt the man's heavy 
pelvis thudded solidly into her upturned crotch. The monstrous, 
sperm-inflated testicles insinuating themselves with a loud smack between 
the cheeks of her buttocks made her shudder. The gigantic, massively swollen 
cock lay embedded to the hilt inside Mariane's trembling cunnus like an 
ancient torturing device. 

Drew Barker held still for a moment, giving her cunt a chance to adjust to 
his breadth. Mariane panted and gasped, feeling her internal tunnel 
enlarging and swelling to accept the member without pain as it seemingly 
pushed deeper into her white belly. Her pain-contorted face began to slowly 
relax, and the tightly gritted teeth began to relax as her pussy adjusted. 

"OOOONNNNHHHH!" she breathed, softly. 

Drew flexed the giant head, bringing a shuddering moan from Mariane's lips, 
her teeth once again clenching. He flexed it again, and she moaned again, 
but it was a smaller moan as her hot passage slowly but surely accustomed 
itself to the slight increase in size. Then he began a slow revolving motion 
with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked crotch, expanding 
the still-cringing walls of her vagina until the sheath fit like a 
well-tailored condom. 

The unbelieving eyes of the other four men in the room were less than three 
inches from the joined pelvises, amazed that such a tiny, narrow vagina had 
been capable of accepting such a massive penis. The nylon holding her hands 
to the bed was twisted around her ankles, holding her feet up there as well, 
and now hands were free to roam at will all over her body. Tom Barker's 
hands rubbed over the moon shapes of her buttocks, and another hand began 
teasing her fleshy, hair-dotted labia, even though Drew's cock was buried to 
the hilt inside her. One of Tom Barker's fingertips moved under his 
brother's balls and pushed into the little pucker of the woman's anus. The 
finger flicked at the anal opening like a tongue, teasing it, and then she 
winced as it suddenly popped through the opening of the narrow nether 
sphincter and dug deeply into the soft flesh inside. The finger moved around 
and around, expanding the tightly narrow hole until the palm of Tom's 
intruding hand lay flat against the woman's ass cheeks, the entire finger 
sunk to the base within. 

Now Drew began his back and forth motions, chugging his throbbing cock in 
and out of the tight cunnus belonging to the blonde French woman. He thrust 
forward mercilessly from each apex of his withdrawal, battering her 
pain-wracked body solidly against the bouncy mattress. The finger embedded 
in her rectum joined the slowly pistoning penis in a rhythmic fucking duo 
that brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure from the lips of her 
moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous tempos. 

The pain was once again easing and that wonderful, overpowering feeling of 
happiness began tingling through Mariane's subjugated body. The outrageous 
debasement brought strange masochistic sensations charging through her flesh 
and then pounding through her bloodstream as she imagined she even enjoyed 
the pain of what was happening to her. Her hips began unconsciously gyrating 
in a constantly abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed of the penis 
fucking her cunt and the finger sawing through her rectum. It seemed as if a 
thousand helpful hands groped at her from the five leering faces above her. 

"Look at her," Bob Waner laughed. "She loves it. Didn't I tell you? She 
loves it! Tell them, Mariane, you love it!" 

"UNNNHHH... OUI... OUI... I LOVE EET... FUCK ME HARDERRR... AHHHH OUI... IT 
FEELS SO GOOD... I WEESH MORE... MORE... " she crooned as she squirmed her 
body lasciviously among the many hands that were groping and touching her, 
crawling over her tingling flesh. 

Suddenly everything began coming back into focus, and she realized all the 
Barkers were naked. Penises were everywhere. Even Bob Waner had dropped his 
pants, and he and Andy Barker were standing on either side of the bed, Bob 
blocking off the light from the window, and the two of them were jerking on 
their organs in time to the way Drew Barker was stroking into her. Andy 
Barker's penis looked so small in contrast to that of Bob Waner. Then she 
saw Charley Barker's, longer than his father's, not nearly as long as Bob's. 
Finally there was Tom Barker, with a penis longer than Charley's. In fact, 
Tom's was just about as long as that of Bob Waner. Wherever she turned her 
head there was another prick staring her in the face. It seemed she was in 
some kind of penis heaven, surrounded by them, trapped by them, stuck on one 
that continually fucked into her, making her feel better with every stroke. 
The cock in her cunt seemed to expand like a giant balloon, and the finger 
that continually pushed in and out of her rectum felt like another penis. 
She was a prisoner, but it was such a wonderful prison. Her cunt was being 
deliciously raped and her asshole was impaled so delightfully that it all 
felt great. She was trapped between the finger and the penis like a helpless 
insect. 

"SIL VOUS PLAIT... MORE... DO NOT STOP... PLEASE... FUCK ME... EEET FEELS SO 
GOOD... DO NOT EVAIR STOP... "she grunted into the stale air that was now in 
the room. She gyrated her upturned ass faster and faster, trying to keep up 
with the monstrous pole of flesh that continued drubbing into her like a 
tireless mechanical device invented for the sole purpose of fucking. 

Charley Barker climbed onto the bed, his lower half once again naked, and he 
leaned over her body from the side, pressing down on the one leg in the way, 
pushing his cock into her two hands as they remained bound over her head. 
Her fingers automatically closed around the hard surface of his hard shaft 
and began a vicious stroking in time to the way Drew was fucking into her 
tight pussy. Her fingers were almost unfeeling, yet she managed to squeeze 
Charley's cock as she felt the throbbing shaft of Drew's penis swell and 
enlarge. He was going to climax before she was ready. 

"NO! NON! SIL VOUS PLAIT... PLEASE... WAIT!" she gasped out in desperation, 
but it was already too late. Drew's round eyes rolled back in his head and 
his great balls began jumping up and down as he bellowed, 
"EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUU- NNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH! " Shot after shot of heavy 
sperm began pumping deep into her tightly contracting belly. She ground her 
naked crotch solidly against his pelvis in an attempt to stop the semen from 
flowing from his penis, but her very anxiety defeated her purpose. The 
nibbling clasp of her pussy milked the cock until Drew's balls were empty. 

"Your turn, Tom," Bob said. 

"I want her ass," Tom Barker insisted. 

"Hey, now wait a minute, I was going to use that myself," Bob told him. 

"Either I get the ass or you don't get our business," Tom told him. 

Sighing, Bob motioned for him to go ahead. 

Tom knelt on the bed and had her thighs pushed back a little more. He was 
going to fuck her ass going in missionary style. But first he insisted that 
her hands be untied. The nylon was removed from her wrists and tied around 
her ankles, keeping them bound to the headboard over her head. But her hands 
were free and Mariane was able to chafe life back into her wrists. 

Tom Barker was on the bed with his cock pushing against her asshole. Mariane 
was in such heat that she didn't even think where the penis was going, so 
when Tom pressed it against her rectum, and said, "YOU PUT IT IN, BITCH!" 
she reached down and actually forced the head of his penis halfway into her 
anus before realizing it wasn't going into the right place. 

The muscles on Tom Barker's ass were strained as his cheeks clenched 
together. His cock was worming its way into her, looking like a swollen 
battering ram trying to force its way into the narrow opening. Tom clenched 
his eyes tightly shut as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before 
his tremendous onslaught and the huge head suddenly popped into her with a 
terrific rush. A slight hiss of escaping air came from between his teeth as 
he watched, enjoying the sight of her trying to wriggle away with her feet 
still bound over her head to the headboard. Grinning lasciviously, Tom 
Barker thrust again. 

"AAAWWWAAAUUUGGGHHH!" the girl groaned and gasped, her face contorted with 
pain and lined with despair because of the ravishment of her defenseless 
rectum. His pressing thighs prevented her from moving, and he called out to 
her, "SHOVE BACK, YOU DUMB FRENCH TWAT, SHOVE BACK!" 

Mariane took a deep breath and found herself automatically obeying the loud 
command. To the overjoyed Bob, who was already counting on a big retainer, 
his wife's nurse and companion looked like a pet dog straining to free 
itself from the ropes of a dog catcher. Tom Barker, saliva now drooling from 
his lips, hugged her waving hips tightly and pushed with all his strength 
against her rounded behind as she screamed futilely. 

"UUUUHHH... N-O-O-O-O... IIIIIIT HUUUURRRRTS... TOO BIG... TOO BIG... 
N-O-O-O-O-O-O... " But the solidly fleshy rod surged forward, battering the 
rubbery resistant flesh before it without mercy. 

"AAANNNHHH... DIEU... DIEU... " she moaned as Tom Parker's pelvis smacked 
against her rounded ass cheeks, bouncing off the twin buttocks. His 
rampaging instrument was buried to the hilt inside the young Mariane's 
nearly split anal tunnel. She was hopelessly impaled. 

Now, gasping with arousal at the voluptuous white body skewered so 
deliciously on this throbbing cock, Tom Barker began solidly sawing his 
penis in and out of her pinkly inflamed passage. 

Little by little the pain once again began to fade, and before the eyes of 
all those watching, Mariane began bouncing her buttocks up and down on the 
sperm-soaked mattress. Her feet came loose from the nylon bonds, and she let 
her calves drape over the shoulders of Tom Barker as she revelled in his 
driving penis, massaging her rectal tissue. For the first time she realized 
how ultra-sensitive the nerve- endings in her rectum were. She was going to 
have another orgasm, but this one was going to originate in her ass. Tom 
rammed into her with solidly cruel thrusts, enjoying this all immensely. The 
thrust of his rampaging cock seemed strangely pleasant in her rear-end, and 
Mariane was thrilling to each plunge. 

Tom Barker gripped her asscheeks and lifted them higher, giving himself a 
better view of what was happening. He watched the way his cock powered in, 
seeing the anal rim fold in on itself. Then he pulled back, and beyond the 
brown crinkle her pink flesh seemed to reach out in a desperate attempt to 
hold onto his throbbing cock. 

Mariane whipped her head from side to side, her hair thrashing against the 
bed so that the other people watching were able to follow her feelings by 
seeing the reflection of her senses in her face. Her lips were pulled back, 
baring her lovely even teeth in a thrillingly frenetic joy that pictured to 
the hypnotized onlookers the feelings the cock of Tom Barker was generating 
in her. 

Kneeling above her, his hands still gripping her ass cheeks, Tom Barker 
watched with a certain amount of sadistic lust as his throbbing cock 
continued pushing and pulling in and out of the tightly narrow, squeezing 
asshole. His eyes locked on those of his father and he smiled, as if to let 
his father know he had thought to do something other than that which he and 
Drew had done, and yet something infinitely more fun than that which brother 
Charley had done. He began a series of violently brutal thrusts that sent 
the ever-growing member continually sinking to the hilt inside her wide-slit 
crevice. His leaden balls smacked rhythmically against her ass cheeks, while 
his pelvic hairs began scrubbing the lips of her vagina. He watched as his 
white penis viciously stroked into her, disappearing all the way up her 
gyrating asshole with each cruel stroke. The straining cock reached far into 
the depths of her colon, and everyone there thought of her as a time bomb 
just waiting for the right moment to explode. 

Mariane's face flushed a bright red, her head whipping from side to side, 
her long blonde hair now matted and disheveled, clinging to her face, pasted 
there by perspiration. Like a madwoman she used her calves against his 
shoulders for leverage, thrusting her ass against Tom Barker's cock 
repeatedly. 

"FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... " the helplessly skewered French woman 
begged, gasping as Tom Barker began rotating his cock around and around 
inside her rectum. 

"Like it, bitch?" Tom asked. 

"AH, OUI, OUI... EET EES SO NICE... SO NICE... I LOVE EET... " His hands 
began tugging her ass cheeks wide apart as he drove his pelvis all the 
harder into her with loud, resounding smacks. His perspiring face was 
glistening and his breath was now coming in short pants. 

Unbelievably, Mariane suddenly found herself at the peak of orgasmic fury, 
and she screamed, "AAAIIIEEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAA- NNNGGGHHHH!" 

At the same moment white hot liquid began spurting into her rectum as Tom 
Barker began unleashing his own flood. He fired endlessly and Mariane 
fainted from it long before he was finished. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

That same night, Mariane packed the few meager belongings she'd brought with 
her to the Waner home and left. She went directly to Alvin's apartment, 
though she had the good sense not to tell him what had happened to her. 

Alvin Chardis, true to his word, found another nurse for the Waner baby, so 
that when Carol and the child came home, a nurse was waiting, only this 
particular nurse was German, sixty, and two hundred pounds. 

Three days later, after two blood tests, Mariane and Alvin were quietly 
married by a Justice of the Peace in a small village in upstate New York. 
Mariane reported her marriage to the authorities, and her passport was 
changed from a working passport to a permanent visitor's passport, until she 
was able to become a citizen. 

Alvin Chardis was at somewhat of a loss to explain what did happen with 
Mariane, though. Exactly eight-and-three-quarters months after he married 
her, Mariane gave birth to a son. Alvin, who had never been able to sire a 
child in his life before, was flabbergasted, especially since his wife 
carried so well that the pregnancy had hardly been noticeable. 

Curious that his wife had given birth so soon after their marriage, Alvin 
consulted a doctor, and was told by the doctor, who was a very wise man, 
that it was indeed possible for a woman to give birth a little earlier than 
usual, but only with the first pregnancy. Thereafter, all others would take 
the full nine months. 

Alvin sired a second and third child with Mariane, and each one took a full 
nine months. He was pleased things had worked out so well. 

Mariane never saw the Waners again. Her sex life with Alvin was a very 
hectic one because Alvin had an overpowering drive for lovemaking that few 
men ever were able to match. With a husband like Alvin she would never need 
another man. 

Five years after her arrival in the United States, Mariane became a citizen. 
One of the things Alvin liked best was the fact that she never lost that 
cute little French accent. Perhaps what amazed him most about his penis in 
any orifice of hers in which - he chose to put it without feeling strain. 
Alvin put it down to her French blood. After all, the French might not have 
originated lovemaking, but they did claim to have perfected it. 


THE END
