Motel Honey
by Valerie Hart
(LLP-850)


CHAPTER ONE 

Anyone who saw the movie BUS STOP, and all the truck drivers who stopped at 
the motel apparently had seen it, immediately compared Esti to the woman who 
ran the wayside station in the movie. Esti, or Estelle as her parents had 
named her, had been born with brown hair, white skin, and a lovely face that 
had hardened just a little now that she was thirty-three. Her hair was no 
longer brown. She had dyed it a brilliant red, and had even tinted her 
eyebrows. She had the kind of breasts that made a man think she didn't need 
a serving tray when she helped in the restaurant part of the motel, and her 
waist was narrow enough to be spanned by a trucker's big hands, except that 
no trucker other than Joe Calley, Esti's husband of eleven years, ever got 
his hands on her waist. Her hips were broad, and under the green uniform she 
wore it was obvious her legs were strong, very strong, the kind any man 
would have loved wrapped around his waist. 

Esti had married Joe when she was twenty-two, hoping to get away from the 
dreary life to which her parents had subjected her ever since she had a 
memory. She hated the East, hated big cities, hated smog, fog, and smoke. 
Joe Calley had been a truck driver who had promised to take her away from 
all this, and he had kept his promise. 

She had met Joe through his sister, who was her roommate at college. He had 
dated her for two years before she had been graduated, and she had preserved 
her virginity for the wedding night, as her parents had instructed. This had 
pleased Joe very much, since he, himself, was somewhat old-fashioned. That 
is, he believed in the double standard. It was fine for him to screw other 
women, but no man was to lay his hands on his wife. 

Esti's parents had been old-fashioned, also. They had given Joe a dowry of 
twenty-five thousand dollars with the provision that he use it to help make 
Esti's life more secure. This Joe had done by taking Esti far away from her 
parents, to Nebraska, and there he had used the money as a down payment on 
the small motel, restaurant and filling station on the huge interstate 
highway. Joe felt that if he had Esti running the motel while he continued 
trucking, she would be too busy to be lonely. However, Joe hadn't counted on 
one minor, unimportant little detail: sex. He had apparently taught Esti to 
love being loved, and he was on the road often, seeing his wife perhaps two 
weekends a month, always giving her a solidly satisfying missionary screwing 
each time, making her long for more of the same-much more. Esti was a woman 
who naturally needed lots of lovin', and Joe was apparently not sensitive to 
her needs as he trucked down the highways, himself boffing girls right and 
left at the various other stops, certain that his wife's upbringing was more 
than enough to keep her from letting all the other truckers touch her. 

For eleven years Joe Calley was correct. For eleven years no trucker got his 
hands on Esti, though countless of them tried. Esti managed the motel, 
oversaw everything that took place in the small cafe-restaurant, and made 
certain the small filling station ran smoothly, and as a result, the motel 
was not only slowly paying off the balance of the mortgage that was owed, 
but was even bringing in a small profit. True, without Joe's added income 
life would have been difficult for Esti, but she wondered if it was more 
difficult with more money and less Joe, or would it be better to have more 
Joe and less income. Had she been given a choice, Esti would have opted for 
the latter. Joe, on the other hand, was not yet ready to settle down behind 
a desk for the rest of his life. There were still too many chicks to ball 
and too many roads to travel before he sold his diesel rig and finally 
settled down. He decided that when the mortgage was finally paid-in another 
fourteen years, that he would settle down once and for all. Meanwhile he 
intended making hay-and a lot of women in the hay-while the sun shone. 

Esti never thought of her husband as promiscuous, and so remained silent 
when he went truckin' on down the road every second Monday after balling her 
for an entire weekend. 

Esti's trouble, if it can be called that, began, appropriately enough, on a 
Monday following a weekend when Joe had run out of gas, sexually, long 
before he normally did. Joe hadn't told his wife he had spent all of 
Thursday night making whoopee with a new maid at a motel two hundred miles 
from his own place, while heading for home. He had pounded the woman so many 
times that he barely had enough strength to wheel his rig back to ESTI'S-he 
had re-named it after his wife. Esti's constant demands Friday and Saturday 
had him worn to a frazzle, and he had nothing left for Sunday, which was 
when they usually engaged in their heaviest lovemaking. 

On Monday morning, Joe had driven away, a mere shadow of his former self, 
and there was Esti, still hot and bothered and completely unsatisfied, left 
to take her frustrations out in work. 

So work she did. Since it was a small motel, she employed only one maid, and 
while the maid fixed up the room on the ground floor, Esti, herself, worked 
on the second floor of the two story building. 

Monday morning the entire motel usually emptied itself out, and Esti gave 
all the rooms a thorough airing and cleaning. It was nine o'clock when she 
started, and she always worked her way from the farthest unit toward the 
center of the motel, first working down the left side of the corridor, then 
down the right. In order to save time, she took the vacuum cleaner with her 
and vacuumed the hall carpeting on her way down, cleaning the maroon floor 
covering very carefully. Everything in the motel was spotlessly clean. Esti 
was a tyrant when it came to the care of her property. 

At the far end of the hall, she used her master key to unlock the door on 
the left and walked right in. The door was balanced to automatically swing 
shut, as were all the doors, and as Esti brought the vacuum cleaner into the 
room, she surveyed the rumpled sheets of one of the beds and decided the 
trucker who had spent the weekend there hadn't been too successful 
woman-wise. Even with the blanket and top sheet pulled out, the bed was 
fairly orderly, and not messed up as it was when a man and woman limboed 
together. 

Walking over to the bed, she was about to strip it down, when she was 
suddenly conscious of a damp odor permeating the room. Turning her head to 
the left, she saw the bathroom door was open, and standing in the doorway, 
totally naked, drying himself off from having just taken a shower, was the 
room's occupant. The bathroom was steamed from the hot water he had been 
using, and though his hair, all black, was askew all over his head, Esti saw 
immediately that he was young and a good looking man. He had obviously 
shaved before taking his shower, and seemed not the least bit embarrassed 
about his muscular nakedness. She stared at his massive cock, erecting 
itself at the sight of her, pointing accusingly at her, as if telling her it 
was her fault it was so stiff. It looked so menacing, and she felt so odd, 
staring at it. She hadn't expected to find any occupants. Good gravy! That 
penis he sported was twice as long and half-again as thick as that of her 
husband, who, from what he had told her, had one of the biggest cocks 
around. Too, this penis had all different kinds of colors in it. Her 
husband's was a bland pink with a faint red tip, but this one started out 
white, turned pink, and was topped with a huge red dome, while interlaced 
with a multitude of blue veins. 

"Well now, Esti, didn't expect you so early," he said, smiling as his hand 
reached down and began stroking the huge shaft back and forth, moving the 
loose outer flesh around the barrel-shaped organ. 

"Homer!" she snapped. "I-I'm sorry, I thought you were gone. I'll come back 
later." 

"The hell with that," he murmured, stepping out of the bathroom, still 
gripping his cock, moving between her and the door. 

"What do you think you're doing, Homer?" she asked, wondering why he was 
behaving this way. like all the other truckers, he often teased her about 
sacking out with her, but when she turned him down, as she had all the 
others, he had gracefully accepted it. Now he was suddenly reverting. 

"Why ah'm thinkin' of fuckin' you, honey," he told her. 

"Well, forget it," she told him, her mind already beginning to spin, because 
in spite of instantly refusing him, just looking at that flesh lance of his 
made her want to change her mind. It would be really nice to have something 
like that buried inside her, especially after not getting enough of Joe. 

Homer simply smiled and said, "Esti, ah gotcha alone here, and ain't no one 
gonna get in here to stop what's agonna happen, so whyn't you save us both a 
lotta trouble and just get undressed." 

SICK! Esti thought. The man's sick. Oh this is terrific! Here I am, trapped 
in an air-conditioned room with all the doors and windows closed with a real 
winner. She had personally seen to the soundproofing of all the rooms, as 
well, to make sure hyperactive guests didn't disturb those who wanted to 
sleep. 

A mixture of fear and anger began flashing into her bright eyes. The 
expression on Homer's face waas one of amusement, as if to say he was in for 
a real treat, whether she was willing or not. He was already slowly moving 
toward her. 

There was no chance for Esti to get to the door, and she'd be double-damned 
if she'd break a window that would cost money to repair. She was trapped 
between Homer and the bed, and the bed was so close behind her, it made 
movement very difficult. 

Fear suddenly flashed across her face. Seeing the terror in her eyes, Homer 
smiled. 

Esti saw the horrifying cruel streak lighting up the man's countenance. His 
normally handsome face had suddenly become ugly, marred with a look of 
depravity and lust. 

Something seemed to snap inside Esti. She trembled, looking around, trying 
to find some way of getting to the door. But even as she moved she knew it 
was no use. There seemed to be absolutely no way of getting out. She was 
helplessly trapped with a man obviously intent on raping her. 

Reaching down, she detached the dust bag from the vacuum cleaner and hurled 
it at him with the intent on blinding him, but he ducked and raised an arm 
to shield his eyes as his mouth twisted into a wry grimace. 

Esti trembled, seeing the sadism written all over his countenance. She felt 
like a helplessly trapped mouse watching a cat slowly coming closer and 
closer. Even his eyes seemed to have a strange glint in them. She wanted to 
say something, anything to dissuade him, but her voice was locked inside 
her. She found herself completely frozen as she watched the man, still 
tugging on his gigantic penis while moving closer and closer to her. Against 
her will, the redheaded woman looked down at the awesome instrument clutched 
in his fist. 

It was big, really big! She felt her hair, combed Orphan Annie-style, almost 
standing on her head for a moment. 

Frightened out of her wits, the woman wondered how it was possible for any 
woman to contain such a monstrous organ in the narrowly tight confines of 
her vagina without being torn right up the middle. Homer was hung, really 
hung, and he was one trucker who really knew it, standing directly in front 
of her, seeming to enjoy the fear his massive cock was building in her. He 
moved forward, still smiling, and he reached for her with his free hand. 

"N-NOW YOU S-STOP THIS, HOMER," she gasped at him. "YOU STOP IT THIS VERY 
INSTANT. STOP! D-DON'T YOU D-DARE T-TOUCH ME." 

His voice was very calm and relaxed, almost soothing, as he asked, "Esti, 
you gonna take them there clothes off, or d'you want some help?" 

All she had done was come in here to clean out a room. She'd had no idea it 
was still occupied. Now that she was trapped, she was hoping the man would 
respect her enough to let her go, but that was a forlorn hope. Looking at 
his powerful body she was able to tell he was very strong, and whether she 
liked it or not, she was totally at this man's mercy. 

"P-please, Homer," she shuddered. "I'm a married woman. If Joe ever found 
out about this, you know he'd break us both in half." 

"Hell!" he snapped. "You're talkin' like ah'm about to hurt you, or 
somethin'. Shee-itt, Esti. Whassamatta with you, anyhow? Y'know damn well ah 
ain't gonna hurtcha, and y'know ah ain't gonna go tellin' Joe nothin'. 
Besides, he's off get-tin' some poontang somewhere else, and ah figger that 
leaves you fair game for the guy what can get you. Ah mean, le's face it, 
honey. You are one delightfully gorgeous piece of ass. Now what would y'all 
think of me as a man iff'n, after walkin' in here and lettin' you see me 
nekkid, ah didn't do something' with you, huh? Why you'd look down on me for 
not appreciatin' what a good-lookin' head you are. Woman, y'all know it's 
the very nature of men to fuck women. Thass a fact. Why the hell d'you think 
ah keep comin' to this here motel instead of one of the other, cheaper 
places? Honey, the service here is great, the food is good, but what keeps 
Homer comin' back is a daydream of fuckin' you, and thass one daydream about 
to come true." 

Esti dropped the vacuum cleaner hose she had picked up to protect herself 
with, too afraid to hit the man for fear of his hurting her, and she tried 
ducking away from him. Even as she lowered her head she felt one of his 
strong hands grip her shoulders. His other hand moved to her face and cupped 
it in his palm, and with a suddenly vicious tug he pulled her body against 
his solid nakedness. They stood that way, staring at each other in the early 
morning light coming in through the motel window for what seemed like 
forever as her eyes grew wider and wider with terror and fright. She stared 
at his face, and his normally handsome features were almost completely 
twisted with seething lust at the moment. He was grinning at her as if able 
to see the turmoil going on inside her, because Esti was already thinking 
that if she was going to be forced ... if she was unable to fight back, then 
she might just as well enjoy it. Had Joe satisfied her the previous day, she 
would be biting, scratching, probably kneeing Homer in the groin right now, 
but something inside her was stopping her. 

The hand cupping her face was pulling her closer and closer, and then Homer 
was pressing his full, wet lips against Esti's. She felt his smooth-shaven 
face rub softly against her chin as his probing tongue speared between her 
lips and sank deeply into her mouth. It moved around in the warm moistness 
of her oral cave, trying to make the woman respond. 

Esti remained totally rigid and terrified, afraid to move a muscle as the 
upright cock was pressed between their tightly rubbing bellies. The mere 
touch of the organ sent another chilling shiver charging through her. The 
head was digging into the softness of her slightly rounded tummy, making her 
more confused than ever, since the right thing would be to tear herself away 
from this man, but her body's yearnings wanted her to stand there. 

"You're a real beauty, Esti," the horny truckdriver whispered into the 
depths of her mouth, and she smelled the whiskey on his breath. He must have 
awakened with a hangover, and then took a "hair of the dog" in the hope of 
driving the hangover away. "You'll like it with me, honey. Ah'm good at it. 
You'll see. You'll like it a lot." 

That was when Esti realized his hand had left her face. It, along with his 
other hand, was busy, slowly unbuttoning the front of her green uniform. He 
took his time, slowly opening every single button, and then he tugged the 
uniform off her shoulders, revealing the brassiere holding up her twin 
thirty-eights underneath. Esti felt the room's cool air rushing against her 
naked flesh. Her heavy breathing made her mammaries continually wobble up 
and down. He tugged the dress off her arms and slowly let it float to the 
floor, and stared, muttering a strong gasp of salacious appreciation as he 
stared at the way her breasts pushed out of her brassiere. He yanked her 
against him, and with a single move, unsnapped the harness, slipping it off 
as well, tossing it aside, and now he really gasped as he stared at the 
white fullness of her round breasts. She had large nipples, and each areola 
was the size of an old fifty dollar gold piece, making his mouth water even 
more. He had to admit, considering the size and weight of her breasts, he 
was amazed at how firm and upstanding her mammaries were as they shimmered 
in front of his staring eyes. 

Esti remained unmoving as the burly trucker fell to his knees in front of 
her, pulling down her half slip, letting it fall to the floor. He smiled, 
staring at her white panties, looking at the dark patch of hair beneath, and 
then his fingers hooked themselves in the elastic waistband of those panties 
and he slowly began tugging, rolling them over the softly quivering hillocks 
of her full buttocks, letting the scanties fall to her ankles along with her 
pooled half slip. He took the time to unlace her shoes, then he made her 
step out of them. She wore no stockings when doing maid's work, not wanting 
to risk a run in them at a time like that thus spending more money for new 
stockings when she would really need them. But for the nylon footcovers she 
was wearing, she was totally naked. 

Esti's bare and helpless form trembled all over as the truckdriver's eyes 
continued wandering all over her, looking up from his kneeling position, 
staring into the pinkness between her thighs. She was aware of his heavy 
breath on her belly as the man remained kneeling in front of her. She very 
much wanted to step away from him, and she took one step back, tripping over 
the panties around her ankles. He reached out and grabbed her full buttocks, 
and he tugged her body against his face. Esti was aware of his lips burning 
into the softness of her trembling belly. The sudden, moist contact of the 
man's hungrily kissing mouth sent ice cold shivers dancing up and down her 
trembling backbone, and as she began to suddenly sway, she reached out and 
automatically locked her fingers in the man's hair to keep herself from 
tumbling. 

The instant she did it, Esti realized her mistake. Homer was thinking of her 
pulling on his hair as surrender on her part, and at the moment his 
hungering mouth was kissing its way through the tangle of curly brown 
vaginal curls. 

"Damned!" she thought. How absolutely disgusting! Her Joe would never do 
anything as filthy as this. How can he do this? 

She hadn't taken a bath yet that morning. True, she had washed her vagina, 
but all the work she was starting was beginning to make her perspire, and 
she was as aware of the scent of her internal juices almost immediately. She 
wondered how this man was able to push his face into her vagina, and why he 
would even want to do such a thing. She shuddered even more when he reached 
between her trembling thighs with his strong hands and spread the tenderly 
juicy lips of her cunt with his thumbs. Then his vibrantly flicking tongue 
sank all the way into her, making her gasp and shudder as the organ flowed 
across the trembling lips of her quivering pussy. 

Esti gasped out loud and jerked her body as Homer's electrifying lingual 
digit pressed itself against her ultra-sensitive clitoris. She tried her 
best to back away, but his fingers were like claws clinging to her buttocks, 
holding them in a tight grip, and all she succeeded in doing was falling 
backward, kicking off her panties from around her ankles as she did so. 
Luckily the bed was directly behind her, and she fell right on top of the 
mattress. She sprawled out on it, flat on her naked back, the soft sheets 
rubbing against her perspiring flesh. Her thighs scissored wide as she fell. 

Homer, his mouth dripping with her juices, caught her in that position, 
though Esti kicked wildly in an attempt to once again clamp her thighs shut. 
His perspiring palms pressed firmly against her inner thighs, pushing them 
even farther apart. Esti's eyes opened in abject terror as she tried 
struggling all the harder against Homer's powerful hands, but even as she 
struggled she realized how hopeless all this was. 

Straining her lovely body, she somehow managed to prop her elbows under her, 
and lifting her head, she looked down between her opened loins. Homer was 
there, hunched on all fours, his masculinely rugged face forcing her thighs 
to remain separated. She was aware of his smoothly shaved cheeks rubbing the 
soft flesh of her tender inner loins. At one point he raised his face a 
little, looking at her frightened, beautiful face, peering at her between 
the upstanding mountains of her breasts, and she thought he looked like a 
starved tiger all set to leap on its helpless prey. She realized the pink 
softness of her shuddering vagina was now offered up to the lust-filled man 
in hopeless sacrifice. She lay, completely helpless on the foam rubber 
mattress, feeling thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated, staring at the way 
his pink tongue was hungrily licking his lips, preparing for the ravishment 
he was about to perform. 

Once more the man placed his thumbs against the tenderly soft insides of her 
whitely straining thighs, his digits resting on the swollen draperies of her 
tender feminine slit. Then, with a slow and careful movement, his thumbs 
began tugging the ragged inner lips gently outward, exposing her deliciously 
wet pink interior to his cunt-starved eyes. He leered at it hungrily, 
greedily, and then with a soft, animal like groan, he shoved his head 
forward and sank the entire length of his dredging tongue into the 
tantalizingly simmering depths of her hotly pulsating cunt. 

Esti jerked, a soul-searing moan loudly escaping from somewhere inside her 
body, her nakedly round buttocks automatically grinding down against the 
sheets and mattress as if trying hard to actually escape from this man's 
crazed oral assault on her tender, secret parts. 

"HHHHUUUUNNNHHHHHH!" she gasped, totally unprepared for the sensations she 
was feeling. "OHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD! OHHHHHH! HHHAAAANNNNHHHH! 
UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" 

She screeched out loud because of the man's crazed oral attack, and her 
voice seemed to bounce around the walls of the room, eventually absorbed by 
the soundproofing. She lifted her head again, staring, unable to believe 
this horrible nightmare was happening to her. It was impossible to think 
that after all these years of fidelity to her husband, she was finally 
trapped by a vicious pervert. She watched the way his black hair flailed 
about as his head rocked back and forth, from side to side, while his 
depraved mouth continued feasting greedily on her fired up and aroused 
vagina. 

"This just can't be happening," she muttered to herself. "This just can't be 
happening to me." 

She groaned and sighed repeatedly, not knowing what to think, feeling 
horribly tainted, as undisguised humiliation filled her. Her head whipped 
From side to side as his tongue lanced in and out of the involuntarily 
opening and closing labia of her bubbling pussy. The man was obviously a 
depraved maniac. 

But even as these thoughts continued rampantly running through her head, in 
spite of the anguish she felt at being so revoltingly manhandled, she was 
beginning to become aware of tiny curls of eeling pleasure starting to 
ripple through her trembling body. Sensations moved through her shuddering 
belly like wisps of rising smoke, making the anguish in her mind even more 
unbearable. 

His hands reached up over the whiteness of her slightly rounded belly, 
feeling for, finding, and finally solidly gripping the quivering hills of 
her swollen breasts. His moving fingers rolled her tormented nipples between 
them in a constantly unabated motion. All the while his lips and tongue 
continued to press into the simmering depths of the bubbling, seething 
cauldron of her cunt. She heard his continuous animalistic slobberings as he 
kept on licking through the widespread tightness of her pussy. When she 
looked down, she saw his eyes were still wide open, staring with thrilled 
delight at the contortions on the helpless woman's face, knowing he was 
totally responsible for them. His hands gripped the trembling white 
monuments of her breasts and he seemed to be waiting for her to surrender. 

Never! she thought. I'll never let this man get me under his control. 
Whatever he does to me will always be against my will. 

Her trembling body lay frozen in abject humiliation, mentally hating the 
depraved outrages continually being heaped on the trembling shell that was 
her body. But she was well aware there was nothing for her to do at the 
moment, and large tears of shame and degradation welled up in her large, 
saucer-like eyes. 

Her mind went back over the many years she and Joe had made love. She was 
the one who wanted to be daring and innovative, and it was her suggestion 
that he let her mount him for a change, but he had demurred, saying it was 
unmanly. He claimed plain-and-simple cock-in-cunt, man-on-top fucking was 
the best way to get off, and because it was all she had ever known, it was 
all Esti ever wanted of her husband. After all, except for this past 
weekend, whenever they did get together, he always totally satisfied the 
ravenous hunger continually gnawing away inside her. Really, now that she 
thought about it, what more was there? Now she was suddenly finding out with 
a vengeance. 

This man, this animal, this beast, was completely defiling her body. She 
listened to the loud, wet sucking noises his hungering mouth made as his 
lips continued to obscenely lap into the steaming depths of her foaming 
pussy. He was down on his hands and knees, resembling nothing more than a 
jungle beast, totally humiliating and shaming her, making her feel horrible. 
The worst part of all this was, there was no way at all for her to protest. 
The room was soundproof to the outside world. She was helpless, a prisoner, 
trapped by this mad animal in his temporary lair. How did one get away from 
such a monster? 

She looked at him, at his staring wide eyes as the man's lapping, slurping 
tongue continued its torturing thrusts into the depths of her simmering 
vagina. He watched the tears continually running down her cheeks, and she 
saw how pleased he was with himself, conquering a helpless woman who was 
unable to fight back. She almost read his mind; thinking of what he was 
doing with his tongue as punishment for her refusing to enjoy what he was 
doing to her. 

Oh hell! It wasn't as if she regarded herself as too high and mighty, or 
anything like that. But she had been brought up to do nothing with anyone 
but her husband, and she and Joe had gone at it hammer and tongs whenever he 
was there. 

Granted, it never seemed to be enough, but she had always kept herself under 
control until now. Even though she was feeling flickers right at this 
moment, Esti was certain she would be able to keep herself under total 
control. Damn it all! She was a human being, not an animal. She had a brain, 
and that brain had to control her body. She would crush the perverse 
sensations invading her being, but what this man was doing was permitting 
the heated animal instinct inside her to become more and more powerful, 
until it was all but overpowering her mind. 

In her mind Esti heard the man laughing to herself, and she shuddered as his 
hands slid down along the insides of her white thighs, then moved around to 
the undersides. He used his masculine strength to push her knees back, 
splaying them out wide on either side of him before pressing her kneecaps 
against the full mounds of her full and swollen breasts. In the glistening 
morning light he watched the way her shining inner pinkness seemingly 
twinkles, poutingly inviting his mouth to continue. He had to admit she had 
one helluva beautiful cunt. Tasty, too. Pussy eating was one of Homer's 
specialities, and he had to admit this was not only one of the juicier cunts 
he was enjoying, but it was definitely one of the more flavorful funnels. 

She wondered why he had stopped for a moment, seeing his head dip a little 
lower, and then jumped when she felt the tip of his tongue lap against her 
anal bud. His hands had forced her rounded buttocks to spread wider apart, 
and he was licking uncontrollably at her rectal orifice. 

The totally unexpected, wetly searing, thrilling contact of his lapping 
tongue against her tiny, rubbery, crinkled rictus, brought a long, low moan 
of shuddering anguish from Esti. She clamped her eyes very tightly shut, 
then, pulled her pink lips back, exposing clamped-together white teeth as 
she continually gasped from the tortured sensation that sent her shuddering 
body's senses charging totally out of control. 

"N-O-O-O-O-O-O..." she gasped and screamed. "OHHHHHHH G-O-O-O-O-O-DDDD NO! 
HOW DARE YOU DO SUCH A TERRIBLY DISGUSTING THING!" she shrieked, anxiously 
trying to pull her rounded ass-cheeks away from the heatedly lapping tongue 
continualy flicking without mercy at her anguished anal opening. His only 
reply was a licentious laugh and a deeper stab of his tongue against her 
rectal ring. 

"HHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" she gasped, as small, tiny goose bumps formed on her 
trembling belly and hobbling breasts. 

She found herself sobbing helplessly under this new attack, feeling the 
intensification of a newer, even worse inner terror overtaking her. In spite 
of her feelings of fear and revulsion for everything that was happening, she 
felt her sex-starved body starting to move in a different direction than 
that of her mind. Her buttocks continued wildly jerking again and again, 
totally out of control because of the movement of his tongue against her 
ass-hole. The darting oral spear continued causing simmering spasms of raw 
thrills to deliciously course through her entire nervous system. 

"UNNNHHH ... NO ... NO ... OH NO ... GOD! DON'T LET ME LIKE IT! PLEASE DON'T 
LET ME LIKE IT!" 

She was losing total control over herself. With the impact of this 
realization she felt even greater shame and humiliation. What this man Homer 
was doing to her was totally salacious and terrible. She had to make up her 
mind to shut out all feelings. No matter what, she mustn't surrender to it. 
Yet she was unable to help herself. The louder he licked, the more he 
enjoyed himself, and so he licked all the more fastidiously. She gritted her 
teeth and balled her fists tightly, doing her best to keep the 
uncontrollable fire in her body from rising any higher. But even as she 
struggled she realized it was a losing battle. She was unable to restrain 
herself. His mouth continued its unending lapping and slurping, driving her 
tortured senses to the brink of sanity. 

After what seemed like an eternity of inner struggling long, hard, desperate 
struggling, the emotional dam inside Esti's trembling body seemed to 
suddenly explode into a million fragments. All the inner inhibitions that 
had held her body and mind in check for these many years were washed away in 
a flood of burning lava; a lava of desire. 

Her shamelessly aroused self began quivering and spasming, and she humped 
her rounded buttocks in time to the continuous lapping movement of the man's 
tongue. Her fingers gripped his hair again, and a low, soul-stirring moan 
tore from the depths of her gasping throat. Totally forgotten, for the 
moment, was her truck driver husband. Also forgotten were her parents and 
all the promises she had made them. Forgotten was the strong sense of shame 
and indignity she had been feeling. All that mattered at that moment were 
the delicious needles of pleasure stabbing into her, cutting into her inner 
flesh each time his lancing tongue made another direct hit, either on her 
clitoris, or in the bubbling depths of her womanly kiln. 

She was Homer's to do with as he pleased at this particular moment, and by 
now she was certain he was aware of her change of heart-of her willingness 
to do whatever he required of her. 

Esti sensed the added power behind the continued thrusts of his thick, wet 
tongue as it slithered into the vibrating sheath of her heated vaginal canal 
over and over and over again. Her sensitive flesh was now fully aware of the 
pressure exerted by his nose, his cheeks, his forehead as his face continued 
rubbing against the soft, silky curls on her pelvis as she hypnotically 
ground her rounded ass-cheeks against his hungering mouth. Yes, she was his 
now ... for the moment ... totally his. 

A mounting sense of thrilling feeling in the depths of her slurping pussy 
let Esti know her own satisfaction wasn't too far away. What worried her was 
the fact that once she had an initial orgasm, her body required at least 
one, sometimes two more. She was also aware that the sensations she was 
feeling were totally different from the ones her husband's cock built inside 
her. Because of the difference in the feeling, it was something new and 
overpowering, stronger than the titanic orgasms her husband brought to her. 
Even as she continued writhing and wriggling under his working tongue, she 
was well aware Homer was not receiving any kind of satisfaction from all 
this. She knew he was going to want something in return for all this. After 
he finished with her, he was going to fuck her. What the hell did it matter 
anymore. Nothing mattered anymore other than her total satisfaction. She'd 
give him anything he wanted ... anything. She was on fire. 

Their two bodies wriggling and squirmed on the bed, tangling in the sheets 
as they thrashed about. Esti gasped and stared at him, seeing how his dark 
black hair contrasted with the sparse sprinkle of brown on her pussy as he 
continued to sink his face deeper and deeper between her beautifully firm 
and wide-apart thighs. Her clutching fingers wound themselves tightly in his 
hair, pulling, clinging to the long straight strands as if holding on meant 
the difference between living and dying. Rapture spread ecstatically across 
her clouded features, and the redheaded woman felt her eyes lighting up with 
thrills bordering on madness. 

Esti humped and thrust and rammed her body under the man's leaping tongue, 
feeling her heart pounding so strongly in her chest that she feared it might 
blast through her rib cage. She was up on her elbows again, staring down at 
his working face. 

Then she let her head fall back on the pillows and reached out, locking her 
fingers behind his head, tugging the wickedly lapping tongue deeper into her 
seething tunnel. Her vaginal lips were opening and closing like an oral 
mouth, pulling on the thrusting length of his knifing tongue. She felt this 
was something she'd be able to endure forever. 

Then his mouth was no longer there. Suddenly his thrilling tongue was no 
longer lapping into the feminine tunnel that was her vaginal furnace. His 
lips were kissing the hairs on her pelvis and then running across her belly. 
His tongue stabbed into the cup of her navel for an instant, and then he was 
kissing higher, sucking on the buds of her lengthily swollen nipples, trying 
to cram the fullness of each breast into his mouth, one at a time. But there 
was no way he was going to fit either of her mountainous mammaries into his 
sucking mouth. Her breasts were so full, it was enough to fit her nipple and 
the surrounding roseate inside. His mouth felt bloated, stuffed, crammed, 
and the whiteness of her breast was still outside, being washed and soaked 
with his saliva as it dripped from between his munching lips. Her nipple 
pressed against his palate, trying to push into his throat as his teeth bit 
into the soft, white, fleshy hill of her firm breast. His hand continued 
stroking her other breast. All the while his hand continued stroking her 
other swollen mammary, keeping the nipple firm and taut. 

Finally her breast slid from between his hungering lips, and then his knees 
were between her widespread thighs, and his face was hovering over hers. 
Looking up, she saw the fire gleaming in his hungering eyes. 

"You are really one hot bitch, Esti," he gasped. "It's been a long, long 
time since I've encountered a broad who knows how to respond like you. 
Shee-iit! You're the fuckin' greatest, and ah'm gonna fuck you like you 
ain't never been fucked before in your life." 

"Prove it!" she snapped. 

"Don't that husband of yours ever eat that sweet snatch of yours?" 

"Never!" she gasped. 

"What a waste of eatin' meat. All these years married and you ain't never 
been properly et! Ah tasted the need for a tongue in that there pussy of 
yours. Now ah'll bet thet cunt is just waitin' to be properly fucked. 
Sweetie, today you're gonna get it good, real good. Y'can think of this as 
my way of thankin' you fer all the good hospitality you've shown me every 
time ah come here." 

Esti panted, and she lay there, perfectly still, breathing heavily, her 
thighs spread wide apart. She felt her lungs ready to burst, and her stomach 
trembled and shook, quivering as if he had already buried his mast inside 
her. 

Homer bent over her lovely prostrate form and once again sucked the fullness 
of her left breast into his hungering mouth, letting his teeth grind and 
chew on her nipple. Esti groaned and sighed, feeling her nipple scrape 
against the softness of the man's palate as it sank to the back of his 
throat while both his hands ran lightly and delicately over her turmoiled 
hips, teasing the tender flesh, gripping her shuddering thighs, digging his 
fingers into their creamy softness. In the meantime, his mouth continued 
sucking on her white, palpitating feminine hill, causing overpowering 
thrills to fill her shuddering and twitching vagina, as if he had stuffed a 
multitude of feathers inside her, and they were tickling her as her muscles 
were forcing them out. Once again her rounded ass-cheeks began involuntarily 
grinding into the heavy mattress. 

"WOMAN, YOU'RE AS HOT F'ME, AS AH AM FOR YOU. YES MA'AM!" he gasped, his 
hungry mouth once more roaming over the fullness of her two breasts. She was 
panting, totally out of control now, and wanted him to finish. There was a 
certain harshness in his voice as he greedily said, "This is it, honey. I'm 
going to fuck you like you ain't never been fucked in your whole life. 
Sheee-itttt! A good-lookin' head like you deserves as much cock as she can 
handle, and from what ah can see, thet there husband of yours just ain't 
feedin' enough prick t'you. You deserve the best, and that's what you're 
gettin', the best; me! You're gonna twist and turn and squirm and writhe 
when ah finally sink this here prick of mine all the way into you, honey. 
You'll be abeggin' me for more, and ah jest hope ah have enough to give." 

Esti lay frozen under the man's proddingly obscene remarks. Though she 
didn't want to admit it to him, the very lasciviousness of his words aroused 
her even more. There was no longer any thought in her mind of fighting this 
man. She had finally surrendered her body to him. 

"KEEP THOSE LUSCIOUS THIGHS WIDE APART, HONEY," he murmured, "BECAUSE OL' 
HOMER IS MAKIN' HIS ENTRY." 

Esti was quivering again, but it wasn't with fright. Now she was shuddering 
with anticipation. Her thighs automatically opened wider, and she felt the 
man press his hands into the mattress on either side of her head as he 
lifted his body over hers. Keeping his weight balanced on his left hand, he 
reached between his thighs with his right hand, grabbing his solidly 
throbbing penis in a strong grip, then slowly guiding it forward, using the 
heavy, rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her seething cunt. 

She stared up into the man's face, smelling his alcoholic breath, feeling 
more and more aroused and excited, wanting it to happen. Her breath burned 
in her lungs, refusing to come out as she lay there in utter subjugation, 
more and more anxious for him to continue. 

"AAAAHHHGGGUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" she finally gasped out at last, feeling the first 
wicked pressure against the tight elasticity of her tender cuntal lips. 

Then he pushed harder, and a staff of thickness to which she was 
unaccustomed began probing into her. 

"UUUNNGGHHUUNNNGGGHHH!" she shouted as the bloatedly swollen tip of his 
solidly thrusting penis began slipping through the tight clutch of her 
squeezing vulva, pressing into her burning vaginal interior. The cords in 
her tender white thighs strained, stretching until Esti thought they would 
rip apart from the continuing, relentless pressure of his inward plunging. 

"OHHHHHH ... UUUUUUNNNNHH ... GODDDDDDD ... no ... no ... you're hurting me, 
Homerrrrrr..." she gasped, totally unused to having anything so monolithic 
attempting to force its way into her interior. She was gasping at the top of 
her voice, and yet it came out sounding like a croak as her eyes widened 
with absolute terror. The gleam in his eyes told her that now that he had 
begun, he had no intention of stopping. He was enjoying the feeling too 
much. The pain was too much, too much! She had never had such breadth 
crammed so violently into her before. Her husband's penis wasn't nearly the 
size of this massive truncheon as it relentlessly pressed into the tight 
depths of her narrow vagina. 

Her eyes remained locked on the man's face, and she saw his smile of 
satisfaction replaced by a contorted expression of raw, passionate lust. He 
was unable to control himself. This slow, careful pushing seemed ridiculous 
to him. Her tightness had him so hypnotized, he had to get on with the 
fucking. Her apparent innocence and helplessness goaded him even further. 

Esti gasped as the man threw his weight on her, his muscular chest crushing 
against those full breasts of hers, trying to flatten them against her 
chest. His narrow, manly hips slammed forward at the same time, and the 
long, thick cobra that was his cock crammed itself into her wetly cringing 
pussy, slamming in with the force of a V-2 rocket. The heavy, swollen glans 
pushed the wet flesh of her inner vaginal tunnel in rippling waves before 
it. The penis thundered into her, moving with more and more speed until the 
entire length had slammed itself into her tightness, and the sperm-bloated 
testicles were smacking heavily into the upturned cheeks of her full, round 
ass. 

"OH NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO..." she moaned under the prodding man. 

Esti had never been so completely stuffed and filled in her entire life. His 
hotly pulsing penis felt as if it had torn the outer layer of membrane from 
all the walls in her tender vagina as he speared into her wickedly, harshly. 
Now the thickly heated length of flesh hose pressed as far into her seething 
pussy as possible, totally filling her body and herself with all of himself. 
Her taut membranes seemed to acutely sense every part of his pulsating 
penis. The organ seemed so harsh inside her, and Esti was certain she was 
able to feel every vein and artery winding through it. It felt like the 
sword of some avenging devil that was slicing into her tender belly. 

He was lying still now ... at least for a moment ... not moving, and for 
that much Esti was very grateful. His face hovered directly over hers, and 
she stared up into his eyes, too afraid to move herself. She gasped, trying 
to draw air into her lungs, and she suddenly felt the twitch of his flexing 
phallus as it throbbed and pulsated deep inside her contracted belly. He was 
pushing again, trying to ram his thick cock even more deeply into her, even 
though she was certain he had buried all of it inside. 

"UUURRRNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, her panting breath shooting out of her as her 
face was lined with pain. 

"YOU HAVE THE TIGHTEST PUSSY AH'VE EVER FUCKED," he whispered, as if trying 
to thrill her with such news. "All it needs is a li'l stretchin'. But don't 
you worry none. Everything'll be fine in a short while. Once you're opened 
up, you're agonna love it. Heck! Ah think you like it, right now." 

Esti refused to answer him. This man was a definite egomaniac, hurting her, 
then trying to make her claim she liked it. 

"COME ON, COME ON," he hissed, slamming his throbbing penis past her cervix 
into the deepest part of her vaginal pocket. "You tell me now, Esti. Ah want 
to hear how much y'like it." 

"OH YES, YES, YES," she gasped out in bitter anguish, hoping this would make 
him ease the pressure he was applying against her quivering womb. 

"Well, that's right fine," he told her. "But a fella needs a li'l incentive, 
honey. C'mon and beg ol' Homer to continue." 

"What?" she asked, unable to actually believe he had said anything so 
ridiculous. 

"C'mon baby, you both heard and understood me," he insisted. "Ah just want 
to hear you beg a li'l." 

"No, I won't," Esti gasped, feeling angry that he would even suggest such a 
thing. "You have to be crazy." 

"Crazy, huh?" he asked, and he drilled his throbbing masculine tool even 
more solidly into her cunt, pressing against the deepest part, digging into 
the flesh. He was applying such power she was afraid he might rupture 
something inside her. "Beg me fer it, Esti. Y'hear, beg. Ah wanna hear you 
beg me t'fuck you. So start beggin' me now or I'll drill this here cock 
right up to your eyeballs without ever tuggin' it back." 

She felt the heavy pressure relentlessly moving forward and realized at the 
moment the man was definitely nuts. He just might try and make good his 
threat. 

"No more!" she screamed. "No more! I just can't take it. No more!" she 
pleaded, fighting with all her inner strength to avoid this terrible 
degradation he was continually trying to heap on her. It wasn't enough for 
him to fuck her and make her scream and cry out with anguish. No! He wanted 
her to tell him how she loved to feel pain just because he was the one 
causing it. He wanted her to admit she enjoyed being forced, being raped. He 
was doing his best to take away every last semblance of pride that she had 
left. If she did this, if she gave into him, he would believe himself so 
magnificent he might keep her a prisoner in tha,t room until his penis was 
worn to the thinness of a pencil. Somehow Esti didn't think she'd be able to 
last that long herself. Good Lord! What kind of a goddamn animal was he, to 
take her body, then trying to rape her soul, as well. No, she definitely 
would not surrender herself to him. She must not allow him that ultimate 
satisfaction. What little pride she did have left would be totally 
annihilated. 

She struggled, sensing the rubbery head of his cock pushing harder and 
harder. He had tugged it back a little and pressed the tip against her 
cervix, and now he was trying to actually thrust that massive head into the 
pinpoint narrowness of the cervical opening. His fingers were digging into 
her shoulders, cutting into her flesh, pushing her down, down, down, while 
his hard cock was continuing to try moving forward. She trembled, realizing 
this crazy man would indeed try to keep his promise and tear open the mouth 
of her womb if she didn't do as he asked. 

"Now, Esti," she heard him say to her, "I'm gonna give you one more chance, 
honey. Either you say what ah wanna hear, or ah'll fuck mah cock right up 
into your lungs. Ah wanna hear you beggin' for my cock. Come on, Esti. Beg! 
This way we'll both know you want it as much as I want t'give it to you." 

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she cried out at him, her resistance completely 
crumbling and destroyed by the agony of what he was doing to her. "DO IT TO 
ME, ALREADY! GO ON, DO IT! DO IT! DO IT AND GET IT OVER WITH." 

"Aw come on, Esti. That ain't the way, and you know it. Come on and use some 
nice four letter words." 

"ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT!" she screamed, snapping at him. "FUCK ME! FUCK MY 
CUNT, YOU BASTARD! FUCK MY CUNT WITH YOUR COCK AND FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP!" 

She was screaming the words out, hoping someone somewhere might hear her 
shouts. Her arms flailed wildly as tears poured from her eyes while she spat 
out the lewd and obscene words that made her humiliation and degradation 
total and complete. She knew she would never be the same again. She had been 
faithful to her husband all these years, and now she was permitting this 
lewdly vile and unspeakable animal to control her. Now she was no better 
than he. She was as much a whore as he was a whoremaster. 

The bitterness of her position made Esti hate herself almost as much as she 
hated Homer, the obscene truck driver fucking her. She had surrendered all 
of herself to this man, yielding her very being to him, allowing herself to 
be turned into a total and complete wanton, even though it had been done by 
pain instead of pleasure. How would she ever again be able to look at 
herself in the mirror? How would she ever live with herself, knowing she had 
permitted this man to debase her. 

Even as she continued thinking these things, she felt the movement of the 
gigantic fleshpole inside the tightness of her cunt. It was finally sliding 
back. 

His mouth came down and clamped itself on hers as if to let her know he was 
rewarding her for abominating herself. He had yanked his throbbingly solid 
penis almost all the way out of her, leaving only the flexing head in her 
tautly squeezing vaginal mouth, and now he was rocking it in and out, in and 
out, moving it three inches forward, three inches back, in and out, in and 
out, plunging the thick stiffness in and out of her tightness. Little by 
little he began pushing it deeper again, widening her interior, and with 
each slightly longer stroke Esti groaned out her helpless defeat. 

As she lay there, the redheaded woman felt the pulsations of lust charging 
through her vaginal tunnel. She was much too weak to fight her feelings any 
longer, and the sensations slowly began growing. She began to automatically 
react to the pleasure she was beginning to feel, and she first understood 
how overpowering the strain of wantonness was inside her. Until this 
particular day it had never been touched. Now this horrible man was plumbing 
her innermost depths, discovering for himself just how salacious she was 
internally. Now, for the first time, he was making her realize just what it 
was about fucking that made so many people go astray. One didn't have to 
love in order to fuck. It was possible to have a cock jammed into her pussy 
that belonged to a monster such as this one-a man she really despised, and 
yet she was able to enjoy the feelings he was imparting. The moving cock 
sliding in and out of her cunt wasn't looking to give her a smooth, sedate 
orgasm the way Joe always did. Hell, no! This one cock was building her up 
to a wildly passionate, runaway climax-the kind she often read about in 
romance novels, and the kind she often heard the truckers talking about, 
when helping in the tiny restaurant attached to the motel. Exciting thrills 
charged wildly up and down her spine as she began to feel the pain in her 
body slowly fade while the continuing, unceasing rhythm of his thrusting 
cock skewered itself deeper and deeper, sliding past her cervix, once more 
burying itself in the deepest part of her flesh socket. 

Her nakedly hapless body was squirming and wriggling, writhing 
uncontrollably under him, her mouth incessantly moaning out the new and 
thrilling delight she was able to feel working its way through her. She 
began kissing his lips, no longer passively responding to what he was doing, 
but now actively using her own lips and tongue. Her lingual digit was 
lancing itself deeper and deeper into the man's mouth, and now she began 
humming out the enjoyment of what she was feeling. She was his slave, his 
tramp, his whore, to do with as he pleased, letting him turn her into a 
complete wanton, even though it had been done initially by pain rather than 
by pleasure. The moans of delight began rising from deep in her lungs as her 
mouth worked and strained against his. Cords in her neck stood out as she 
jammed her teeth against his. New outbreaks of perspiration coated her 
forehead. 

She was aware of his hands sliding down her sides, moving beneath the 
bouncing orbs of her buttocks. His fingers harshly grasped a cheek, one in 
each hand, and tightly squeezed. Esti's full breasts shoved themselves 
firmly up against the man's chest, pushing, feeling his skin abrasively rub 
against her aching nipples, making the man very aware she would be more than 
happy to repeat the words she had spoken to him, only this time she would 
mean them. 

Totally and thoroughly beyond shame now, Esti found herself completely 
aroused, and she clung very tightly to him, her ass-cheeks bouncing wildly 
in her gripping hands, flexing and loosening, all but actually oozing 
through his clutching fingers as he dug his nails all the more deeply into 
her soft flesh. He loved the fullness of her ass-cheeks, and he let her know 
as much by the way his hands all but tore them from her superb body. 

She was aware of him jerking and shuddering all the harder as he tugged her 
solidly against his thrusting loins, while continuing to sink his cock ever 
deeper into her sucking depths. This time there was no anguish when he 
shoved the rubbery head all the way into her, and she even wanted his cock 
widening her cervical opening so it would fit in there as well. Esti tugged 
her lush thighs open a bit wider, the heatedly wet hole of her tender vagina 
flowing open and gratefully receiving his thrusting penis as it sank into 
her again and again. 

All pain was completely gone now. Her white thighs on either side of Homer's 
stabbing spear of flesh were moving back and forth, thrusting and jerking in 
wildly uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her seeking 
tongue stabbed up into his mouth with all the fervor and abandon with which 
his thrusting penis was sinking into the flaming pool that was her vagina. 
Moans of rumbling pleasure came from her throat, catching in his own larynx 
as his tongue continued responding to hers. The muscles in her body stood 
tautly out as she wantonly wriggled beneath him. The intensity of thrills 
Esti was feeling were becoming more and more powerful as she whorishly 
wriggled under the man. There was no longer room in her body for anything 
other than the superbly delightful sensation of lying beneath this man who 
was fucking her against her will, raping her in essence, and giving him 
back, measure for measure, the intense rapture he was giving her. 

Esti felt his solidly masculine body working, pumping, slaving above hers, 
thrusting deeply into her time after time, moving with longer, easier 
strokes as he tugged his throbbing penis all the way back until only the 
barest tip was inside her, then shoving it forward until the blunted, 
rubbery tip was pounding into the deepest part of her cunt. His heavy, 
sperm-filled testicles slapped against her rounded buttocks again and again, 
the hairs tickling the crevice between her ass-cheeks. She opened her eyes 
to see him grinning because he had succeeded so totally in making her want 
and need him. 

She shuddered as he rubbed her ass-cheeks with his massaging fingers, no 
longer tightly clutching her gluteal mounds, just teasing them. In fact, he 
was rubbing his fingertips into the wide-open crack between her rounded 
ass-cheeks, letting his forefinger run against her puckered ass-hole. 
Secretions drooling from her crazed vagina had slithered against the tiny 
button of her anus, and now the ball of his forefinger was pressing harder 
and harder, until suddenly, without warning, he pushed the fingertip into 
her anus. 

"HUUUUHHHH, UUUUNNNNHHHH!" she gasped, the sound tumbling from her mouth as 
she voiced her agonized protest. 

What the hell was the matter with this stupid son of a bitch? Each time he 
started making her feel good with something he was doing, he started doing 
something else to irritate the blazes out of her. 

His finger was thrusting harder, making her cry louder. It was as if the man 
got some sadistic kick out of causing her pain. 

"OWWWWWWW!" she yelped, her voice very loud this time as his finger dug all 
the more deeply into her rectum. 

Esti tried pulling her ass away from it, but he just kept pushing the finger 
deeper, probing, seeking, touching, feeling, examining. Homer worked his 
finger around and around and around, stretching her rubbery inner softness, 
making the hole wider and wider while his finger continued pushing its way 
deeper and deeper. When he slipped a second finger into her anus, Esti felt 
no pain at all because his first finger had done such a good job of widening 
her. The whimpers of pain she had been uttering suddenly turned into sighs 
of pleasure all over again. Everything this crazy man did to her eventually 
turned into something rapturous. Her tight sphincter and anal opening were 
becoming more and more accustomed to the movement of his thrusting fingers, 
and loving every bit of it as much as her cunt was loving the constant 
poling attacks of his thrusting cock. 

Esti was aware Homer was smiling with his mouth still stuck to hers, shoving 
his fingers into the depths of her buttocks as his phallus would withdraw 
from the tender trap of her cunt, then reversing direction, and, as his 
throbbing phallus crammed itself into the interior of her delicate pussy, 
his fingers would be sliding out of her rectum. She felt herself hopelessly 
and wonderfully skewered between the impaling fingers and his lancing penis, 
and she began writhing and twisting madly and shamelessly in total and 
complete abandon, thrilling to the dual ravishment of her body. 

Now his free hand was moving up the smooth white roundness of her buttocks, 
reaching around her right thigh to where his slamming cock was drilling 
deeper and deeper into her vagina. His fingers teased the tender vaginal 
folds, making her bounce a little bit more. Esti thrilled to the way he 
tantalized her outer labia, sometimes making a ring with his thumb and 
forefinger and fitting them around her inner lips as they sucked on his 
cock, making the vulva contract even more. She moaned and sighed, gasping 
with thrilled delight, while feeling the consistently slippery channel of 
her vagina cling all the more tightly to his digging, probing prick. 

Now she felt him speeding up his heavy thrusts into her as his heatedly 
pulsing pole began ramming and cramming ever deeper into her as her ripe, 
womanly body thrashed uncontrollably under him. She was aware of her inner 
climax beginning to mount steadily, and it wouldn't be much longer before 
the orgasm overtook her. Her thighs opened widely on either side of the man, 
riding up his back, then clamping tightly around his spine. She felt his 
fingers slide from her anus and hated to admit that she wished they were 
back inside her rear tunnel. His hands were pressing behind her knees, 
forcing her calves to unwind as he forced her knees back once again to touch 
the full tips of her mountainous breasts. Her sucking vagina was completely 
exposed to him, and now he slam-banged his massive penis into the tightness 
of her simmering inner depths, moving with wild abandonment. His thighs 
virtually crashed into her ass-cheeks repeatedly, and still Homer continued 
slamming into her. 

She heard the southern trucker grunting and groaning and guessed his own 
climax wasn't too far away. It was miraculous he had held out as long as he 
did. Joe would have shot ages ago. His throbbing phallus seemed to be boring 
into the flesh at the rear of her vagina, digging deep into her tenderly 
pulpy softness. Her heavily swollen and full breasts bounced and heaved, 
quivering against the pressure of his chest. The nipples, like spikes, 
seemed to cut into his flesh as she trembled and vibrated, shivering 
underneath him, bucking so insanely he no longer had any kind of control 
over her. 

"OOOOOHHHHH ... GODDDDDD..." she gasped. "GOING TO HIT THE TOP ANY 
SECONNNNNDDDDD ... I CAN FEEL 

She was unable to believe the thrilling sensations continuing to mount in 
her shuddering body. The strongly overpowering, thrilling spasms shooting 
through her took complete control of her as she humped and thrust and hurled 
her vagina all the more solidly against his poling penis, totally lost in 
the maddening sensations charging rampantly through her. This was more 
powerful than anything else her husband had ever injected into her, and the 
climaxes Joe had built in her were terrific. It was stronger than anything 
ever written about in a love magazine, and to her it was the single most 
unbelievable thrill she had ever known. 

"AAYYAAGGHHAAIIAANNGGHH ... HHAAUU WWAARRGGHHUUNNGGHH!" she shrieked and 
screamed, her narrow little pussy tightly squeezing around the length of the 
man's thrusting penis as outpourings of his hot, sticky fluid gushed around 
his massive pole. He pounded more and more quickly into her, feeling her 
climax squeeze his cock flat until he thought it might be two-dimensional. 
He realized this was something to which Esti was obviously unaccustomed. It 
was taking complete control of her body, making her squirm and writhe and 
gasp as she had probably never done in her life. 

Esti convulsed and stiffened, her vagina twitching and squeezing and jerking 
against the man's groin continually as her shuddering labia sucked on his 
solid pole and the overpowering pressure became too much for him. 

"SSSSSHHHHHEEEEE-ITTTTTTT ... AAANNNGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH ... 
OOWWAAUUGGHHRRGGHH!" he yelled, pouring forth his searing spurts of heavy 
semen into the redheaded woman's womb. She sensed the heated blasts running 
all the way up into her naked body, making her quiver and quake and shudder. 
She wondered if her entire skeletal structure would rattle until it finally 
came apart. She sensed her breath spewing out in short, desperate gasps as 
he thrust his squirting penis deeper and deeper into her. Liquid fire was 
shooting from the tip of his cock all the way into her softly quivering 
belly. His juices mingled with hers in a wet mixture of happiness and 
sensation Esti had never fully known before. 

Her thighs finally went completely limp, falling to her sides as her legs 
lay obscenely splayed out on either side of his body. He fell to the side, 
panting and gasping for breath. Esti was in the mood to be held as her 
husband did after an orgasm, but Homer had enjoyed his orgasm, and he was 
finished. He got to his feet, went to the bathroom, and when he emerged 
again, he was dressed. 

"See you around, Esti," he said, walking to the door. 

"You ... bastard!" she snapped, the aura of lust now gone. "If you ever show 
up here again, I'll tell Joe, I swear." 

"Too bad! We coulda had more good times. So long, gal." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Homer, you're full of shit!" the big bald truckdriver said, sitting in the 
wayside cafe more than a hundred and fifty miles from ESTI'S. "Ain't no one 
able to get into Esti Calley. It's been tried by the best, but Esti just 
ain't buyin' whatever it is we got to sell." 

"Y'all jest don't know the right way to sell it, Baldy," Homer insisted. 
"Ah'm tellin' you, I been into Esti, and man, let me tell you right now, she 
is one fuckin' sweet piece. If you ain't screwed Esti, you ain't never been 
juiced." 

"Man, you just watch whatcher sayin' and who you say it to. If word ever 
gets back to Esti's husband, even if y'are fulla shit he might just come 
down on you with a leadpipe." 

"Hell, he ain't got no beef. He screws every fuckin' waitress and barmaid 
for five hundred miles around," Homer muttered. 

"Yeah, well just 'cause a man goes out and buys drinks ain't no reason for 
it to be all right for someone else to sample his private stock when he 
ain't around. I'm tellin' you, Homer. Don't go shootin' off yer mouth." 

"Joe Calley ain't agonna come after me," Homer laughed,, though he decided 
it might be better if he did keep his mouth shut. 

However the damage had been done, because two other truckers were seated in 
a nearby booth, and they had overheard the conversation. 

"Well," one of them said, "I happen to be headin' in that direction. I had 
figured to stop a little sooner, but I think I'll give Esti's a try." 

"That's not a half bad idea," the other trucker agreed. 

In the next week-and-a-half, the word got out all over the state that prim 
and proper Esti Calley was giving nookie. In spite of the fact that none of 
the truckers who visited Esti were able to score with her, all kinds of 
snide remarks were being passed behind her back. The truckers decided Esti 
was being choosey, and as a result if she did pick one of them, it was with 
the condition that none of the others be told. So they continued piling into 
ESTI'S, and the little motel began doing the kind of business it had never 
done before. Esti was amazed at the business, but she was naturally pleased. 
She worked harder than ever, and at the end of the first week saw profits 
had quadrupled because business had doubled. Halfway through the second week 
she overheard a conversation between two truckers standing at the motel desk 
while she was in the little room behind the desk. She froze as she realized 
Homer was shooting his mouth off. How much longer would it be before Joe got 
word of it? When he did, would he at least give her an opportunity to 
explain? 

"Hey, you look like you have worries," Pat, the plain-faced waitress, said 
to her. Pat was about two inches taller than Esti's five-foot-three inches 
in height, and though she was in her late thirties, she still had an acne 
problem. Still, the men came to her for a good time, and she gave it to 
them-for a reasonable price. She had stringy brown hair, a straight nose, 
thin lips, and though she wasn't flat, she didn't have the mammarial 
development Esti sported. Pat also doubled as the maid. 

When Esti explained to Pat why she was worried, Pat shrugged, saying, "Don't 
knock it, Esti. Look at all the business it's bringing in. Besides, Joe's 
getting his outside, too." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

One of the reasons why Joe Calley hadn't heard the rumors circulating about 
his wife was the fact that Joe almost never hung around with the other 
truckers. Sure, in the afternoons he would stop at a cafe for lunch or a 
beer, but even though the truckers were taking a break, they didn't do much 
talking about women. Mostly, it was conversation about the different loads 
they were carrying, the possible hijack attempts, or the various companies 
or bosses for whom they were working. It was in the evening, when they were 
resting overnight, that they talked about women, and at that time Joe Calley 
was nowhere to be seen because he almost always had some girl or other 
staked out from his previous drive through wherever he happened to be. 

This time the girl was Rhoda. Rhoda was a blonde, but the way Esti was a 
redhead-all from a bottle. Rhoda was very good with bottles, because in her 
little apartment two blocks from where she worked as a waitress she kept a 
bottle of Scotch, and Joe just loved Scotch. He was also hot for Rhoda, who 
had a pleasant face, with big gray eyes and full lips. Her figure, like 
Esti's, was very full. Joe liked his women with full figures. In later years 
Rhoda's figure would turn to fat, but Joe wasn't interested in later years. 

Right now he was lying supine on Rhoda's sofa with his head resting on the 
sofa arm, his heavy boots on the floor, and his dungarees and blue shirt 
clinging to him as the perspiration dried on him. He was swigging directly 
from Rhoda's bottle, and she stood right nearby. He made no effort to hide 
the bulge in his pants, and took tremendous pleasure in staring at the 
blonde standing directly over him. The last time he had spoken to Rhoda she 
had let him feel one breast, and he knew it was all her. This time he had 
waited until she had gotten off work, and he had gone home with her. She had 
gone and taken a shower while he had started on the Scotch, and the bottle 
was half empty by the time she returned, wearing nothing but a bathrobe ... 
a pink bathrobe. There was something thrillingly arousing, something 
deliciously exciting and almost conspiratorial about the way she was staring 
at him. He felt the pressure of her eyes, and stared at the different shapes 
she formed with her lips. Her entire sexy being aroused him, and he knew one 
thing; he wasn't leaving until he got his rocks off inside this bitch, one 
way or another. 

Esti was his wife, so straight fucking was reserved for Esti. With other 
women, though, it was an entirely different story. With other women he 
pulled out all the stops. Fucking, sucking, even ass-hole sucking when they 
came from a shower like this one did. 

At the moment he was so foggy, being more than half-soused, he only 
understood part of what she said when she told him to simply relax and be 
comfortable. Then he saw her fingers move to the front of her robe, and his 
breath caught in his throat as he corked the bottle and put it down on the 
floor. He stared as she began untying the belt around her narrow waist. 
Little by little her smooth white flesh ws exposed. The first thing he saw 
was her flat belly as her robe separated a little in front. When he saw the 
tiny indentation of her navel he began breathing even more excitedly, 
anticipating what was lower down. That was when Rhoda stopped, and like an 
ecdysiast she began slowly peeling the upper part of the robe apart, slowly 
letting it slip down her roundly sloping white shoulders, baring the full, 
hugely swelling mounds of her white, brown-nippled breasts as they bobbled 
voluptuously. In a moment the bleached blonde was naked to the flare of her 
broad hips, and her upper torso was far more sensual naked than Joe Calley 
had imagined. He knew the exposure of her lower half was only a matter of 
releasing her loose hold on the soft material of the robe. 

Joe Calley was almost six feet tall, and he had a round, almost pleasant 
face with a nose that had been broken when he had boxed, in his youth. His 
hair was close-cropped, and if not actually a crew cut, was close. He had 
the kind of face and rugged body that appealed to all classes of women. 
Except for his mother, his sister, and his wife, Joe thought all women were 
meant to be fucked at all times, in all holes. 

Now he smiled at Rhoda as she half-turned away, bending forward to let the 
robe slide slowly down over the firm, melon-shaped cheeks of her full 
buttocks, even more full than Esti's. In his mind, Joe always compared the 
figures of all women to that of his wife. His throbbing cock ached as it 
strained painfully against the pressure of his confining pants. His eyes 
jumped from the long, deep mysterious crevice separating her two smoothly 
rounded ass-cheeks to her narrow waist, her proudly uplifted breasts, then 
back down again, making sure not to miss any part of her that was being 
exposed. 

When the robe was hanging just below her buttocks, offering the half drunk 
Joe a clear view of her full upper thighs, the woman suddenly let the 
garment fall completely, and it puddled on the floor around her feet. Joe 
took a deep breath and let it all out, watching as Rhoda slowly turned to 
face him full front, and the drunkenness was almost totally wiped from his 
mind as he anxiously took in the entire lust-inciting wonder of her lushly 
naked body. 

The sensuously sloping mound of her pouting vaginal mound was, just as he'd 
guessed, a brown triangular shield of very sparse, very curly pubic hair set 
apart by the milk-smooth texture of her deliciously white flesh. Yeah, 
between her thighs she bore a strong resemblance to Esti, all right. Right 
now his eyes were taking in the excitingly rich pinkness of her swollen 
vaginal lips, and on a few of the little brown curls of pussy hair, he saw 
the tiny dewdrops of moisture, sparkling even more brightly in the 
lamplight. She was already sexually aroused. Joe knew a hot broad when he 
saw one. He had no doubt she was on fire, but he had to admit she looked and 
acted like one cool chick, even stark naked. He wanted to reach out then and 
there and tug that lush nudity right up against his supine self, but he 
restrained himself. This chick hadn't gone to the trouble of a striptease 
for a quick wham-bam, thank you ma'am. No, it was obvious she had something 
else in mind, something especially pleasurable. Upsetting the whole thing by 
being too hasty was a bad idea. Drunk as he was, Joe Calley knew he was 
better off waiting. 

Being completely exposed and sensing the man's hungering and licentious eyes 
lasciviously scanning her roundly voluptuous body made Rhoda even more 
excited, and the bleached blonde decided she was no longer able to put off 
getting things started; not for another moment. Sitting down on the sofa 
near Joe's aching thighs, she studied his aroused expression with an amused 
smile, then allowed her tongue to flick sensuously out and moisten the 
fullness of her sensuous lips. 

"Now don't you think it's much nicer here than in some dingy motel room?" 
Rhoda asked, her eyes wide, although she didn't wait for Joe to reply to her 
question before continuing, "But, darling, you must be terribly 
uncomfortable right now. Well, you just relax and let Rhoda handle 
everything." 

The bleached blonde's hands started to move to the handsome trucker's broad 
belt. She unbuckled it expertly, and then her fingers deftly loosened the 
top of his pants, first opening the hook, then pulling down the zipper. 
Using two hands, Rhoda forced him to raise his buttocks so she was able to 
yank the pants and underpants below his hips. Joe arched his back anxiously 
up from the sofa, eager to make things as easy as possible for the woman, 
tingling under the heated ministrations of her gently touching fingers. He'd 
found himself a winner this time. 

Though Joe always wore himself out with a woman, all he needed was 
twenty-four hours to recover, and it had been more than thirty-six hours 
since his last piece of tail. Being with a new cunt for the first time 
always excited him, especially when she was as obviously talented as Rhoda. 
He was as excited as possible, and his already throbbingly thick and erectly 
lengthening penis sprang up massively erect the instant it found itself free 
of the tightness of his confining dungarees. However, Rhoda didn't even 
bother looking at it, ignoring it until his pants were pushing down below 
his knobby knees. While one hand continued pushing the pants lower, the 
other hand began moving higher, the fingers drifting lightly between his 
inner thighs, scratching very gently on his tender flesh, moving slowly 
toward the rigid lance of his wildly throbbing penis. 

"MMMMMMM!" she began cooing, making all kinds of softly humming, 
appreciative sounds as she stared at his solidly jerking penis. It made him 
feel as if his was the thickest, longest prick in the world. Rhoda was good 
at that. 

"Well now,", he began, "this is all well and good, but..." He was trying to 
sound casual in spite of his outwardly visible salacious excitement. 

The thrillingly arousing sensual pleasure he was feeling from her tingling 
fingertips brushing across his muscular inner thighs made his burning blood 
boil all the more as it ran through his veins and spurted through his 
arteries, and he spread his thighs as far apart as his pants would permit. 

"Joe," Rhoda whispered. "You just relax and enjoy," she told him 
breathlessly, and she cupped the heavy sac containing his sperm-filled 
testicles, caressing them as if they were some kind of precious prize. 

Her tingling touch created a sizzling electrical shock that danced wildly 
through every frayed, aroused nerve-ending in the man's body. He shuddered, 
looking down at her, seeing her pink tongue thirstily moistening her red, 
lip stick painted oval lips, and he understood what it was she was going to 
do. She was going to suck his cock, of that he was certain, and that 
prurient thought by itself was enough to practically drive him out of his 
mind since, in the last week and a half he had been with women who, like his 
wife, preferred fucking to everything else. The salacious idea that she was 
going to cover his prick with her mouth was enough to drive him even wilder 
with lust. It was amazing how much he missed being blown, though it was only 
two weeks ago when he'd had the last head. Often he considered allowing his 
wife to learn how to blow, but each time he looked at Esti he demurred. She 
was his wife, and her mouth was never meant to be defiled by a cock. Hell! 
As long as there were women like Rhoda around, he wouldn't have to worry 
about teaching Esti to give head. 

Joe felt himself suspended on needle points as he stared, watching the 
delightfully naked and voluptuous woman bend her lovely head down over his 
belly. She had taken the pins out of her bleached hair, and now it all 
spilled down around her face like a golden frame around the stiffness of his 
lust-stiffened phallic lance. With one hand she continued fondling his 
passionately swollen testicles while with her other hand she carefully 
encircled and very gently stretched his rigidly pulsating flesh. Her 
fingernails dug carefully into the heavy base of his mottled and lengthily 
swollen penis as she slowly began stroking the outer skin up and down. The 
sharp tips of her nails dug carefully into him, trailing slowly up along the 
sensitive underside, moving to the very point. She joined her thumb and 
forefinger together, making a tight ring of them just below the ridge of his 
swollen corona, making the head bloat a little more, and then ran the O all 
the way down to the hair-covered base, pressing down solidly on his groin 
and testicles. Her lovely open mouth was only scant inches away from the 
thickness of his rubbery head, making the helmet pulsate and swell even more 
as he felt the heat of her heavy breath moving gently over it, lightly 
caressing it. He was so ready to shoot, he was afraid he'd give her a 
seminal bath. If she kept on jerking his cock, that was precisely what was 
going to happen. 

His prick looked bigger than it had in a long time. Either it was because he 
hadn't really bothered looking at it when fucking all those other women, or 
it might possibly be because he was about to get something he hadn't had in 
the longest time. His imagination was already running riot as he imagined 
thrusting his twitching hardness into the depths of her warm mouth, pushing 
it into the tightness of her throat, and even shoving it to the very middle 
of her belly. There were blow jobs, and then there were really good 
blowjobs. The really good ones were where the woman was able to take the 
head of the penis into her gullet and pull on it, sucking, slurping, and all 
but crushing it. He was in agony, watching the slow way she moved her pretty 
face closer and closer to the blunted tip with the little slit in it. 

Suddenly her asp-like tongue flicked out and whispered smoothly across the 
dilated opening of the tremendously sensitive penis, and at that moment, 
Joe's only thought was to yield himself to whatever thrillingly forbidden 
pleasure her mouth offered. She began to orally bathe his pulsating prick 
with the viscid wetness of her burning saliva, her tickling tongue running 
avidly up and down its thick length on both sides, as well as the top and 
underside. Joe groaned in continued response to the overwhelming lascivious 
sensation. The lustexpressive noises he was making merely served to spur the 
lovely bleached blonde to orally work more rapidly. 

After what seemed like an eternity of completely endless pleasure, the 
lovely woman stopped her tonguing. Now she formed a circle with her full, 
red lips and began pressing the center of that circle over the very tip of 
his penis as if kissing it. Her lips formed such a tight hole, to Joe it was 
like pushing his cock into a virgin's cunt as her ovaled mouth very, very 
slowly began widening to conform to the bloated bulbousness of his hard, 
thickened shaft. What made it all the more sensual was the fact she was 
pushing her mouth down. It was thrilling, exciting, far too good to resist, 
and the man jerked his hips up, aroused and excited, lifting his ass from 
the sofa, pushing, thrusting the tip of his pulsating organ into the 
tightness of her warmly soft oral cavity. Her lips clamped down solidly, and 
the edges of her teeth nibbled very gently at his solidity, her tongue 
swirling around and around the throbbing, lust-swollen head as if trying to 
lick away the delightfully spongy flesh. There was no doubt about it. This 
woman was one experienced cocksucker, all right, and Joe was going to settle 
down and enjoy everything her mouth had to offer. 

The sight of her delightfully naked and enticing body was something to see 
as her mouth continued surrounding the lustfully swollen tip of his 
throbbing cock. Just looking at it was almost as stimulating as the wildly 
tantalizing sensations thrillingly emanating from the heatedly wet contact 
of her pressuring and munching red lips. Joe was sweating heavily, 
concentrating on keeping himself from immediately ramming the length of his 
weighty thickness all the way into her mouth so he'd be able to eventually 
plunge it into her throat. He only resisted the urge because he was afraid 
he might get overanxious and snap her out of her fellating reverie. If her 
mouth moved up and down too quickly, he'd fire in that oral cavern of hers 
without feeling her throat surround his cock-head. 

Rhoda was only half-sitting on the edge of the deep sofa beside Joe's hip, 
her nakedly curving torso anxiously hunched over the musky center of his 
aching body. Her full, heavily ripe breasts dangled, swaying slightly as she 
twisted her body to make her hardened brown nipples brush thrillingly and 
tantalizingly across his ultra-sensitive flesh. One hand was still massaging 
his sperm-heavy testicles, and the other hand continued firmly gripping the 
thick base of his pulsating cock as if she were holding onto him to keep her 
balance. Her tongue swirled around and around inside her warm mouth, 
vibrantly and thrillingly twirling around the heavily swollen penile head of 
Joe's more-than-eagerly jerking cock, and then, suddenly, abruptly, she 
pushed her sucking mouth four-fifths of the way down, taking an unbelievable 
length of phallus into her mouth. Her hand let go of the base, and she 
gulped, pulling the head of his tensing shaft into the tight depths of her 
throat. 

Joe gasped, catching his breath in his lungs, the suddenness of Rhoda's 
movement inflaming his body with a series of crackling and crazy thrills, 
and he was frightened she would continue unabated, without stopping for a 
moment to allow him to regain his composure, and this would make him lose 
his erotically churning load of sperm in the depths of her mouth much too 
soon. He soon discovered his fears were well-founded as she nibbled very 
carefully with the sharp edges of her teeth, and as a result left a trail of 
many thin white lines along the pink skin of his rigidly smooth shaft where 
the interior blood had been forced away from the fleshy surface. Joe 
quivered and shuddered, certain he was going to lose complete control and 
explode from the powerful jolt of sensual energy that charged through him, 
titillating his entire body, but he was unable to fight off the rapturous 
sensations, anxiously wanting to experience the build-up as much as the 
bursting climax. 

The stunningly beautiful bleached blonde's face bobbed rapidly up and down 
on his penis several times in quick succession, her cheeks rounded, bloated, 
filled with air, then hollowing and pressing against the sides of the cock 
as she sucked with tremendous urgency on his ready-to-fire shaft. Her tongue 
sensed the twitch in his urethra, and that was when Rhoda hesitated, moving 
her mouth and pausing to make a minor adjustment in her position. What she 
next proceeded to do Joe didn't expect. Nevertheless, he felt strangely glad 
she did it. 

It hadn't been part of Rhoda's original plan, but the taste, scent, feel, 
and smooth sensation of Joe's stiff, passion-crazed penis in the tightness 
of her sucking mouth was setting Rhoda's pussy on fire. Rhoda wanted some 
satisfaction of her own, but didn't want to risk him fucking her. She 
usually used a diaphragm when fucking, but had forgotten to insert it this 
time, and didn't want to take the time to do so. She was aware of how 
aroused she was, knowing that if the truck driver merely touched her naked 
vagina with his fingers she would have an explosive climax all her own. But 
in her present position that was impossible. She shifted on the sofa, moving 
her body so she lay on top of him with her mouth still on his cock, 
straddling his face suggestively with her knees. 

Joe was not normally a pussy eater. But this time he was so aflame, so 
hungry, so desirious of his own satisfaction that he didn't hesitate for an 
instant. Rhoda knew he wouldn't miss the very direct hint as her wetly 
pulsating vagina hovered only a few scant inches away, temptingly above his 
suddenly hungry and salivating mouth. Though she was positive he would lap 
her cunt, she pushed her face even lower with the cock stuck in her mouth, 
cramming the phallic head even deeper into her throat to add to the lewd 
encouragement of it all, and now she had almost the entire length of his 
hard cock lodged in the depths of her salaciously engulfing throat. 

Joe's pounding heart began beating even more wildly as the lovely woman 
spread her thighs wider apart above him, letting him see her brown hairs 
much more closely. She was teasing him, and he was awestruck by the 
thrillingly licentious sight of the bleached blonde's breathtakingly 
beautiful, wetly exposed vagina. The silky, curl-fringed vaginal lips were 
dripping with heavy amounts of her lubricating secretions, and the tight 
little pink opening, looking so much like a mouth, seemed to gently flow 
open, the lips quivering, waiting for his momentarily hesitating tongue. She 
had made her needs, her desires, very plain indeed to him, and he was more 
than willing to accommodate her licentious requirement. 

Reaching up and around the firmness of her lovely alabaster thighs, he 
placed his hands just below the enticing full moons of her delightfully 
round and naked buttocks. Gripping the cheeks firmly, he used his thumbs, 
pressing outward, spreading the tenderly soft flesh of her vaginal lips wide 
apart as he tugged her fragrantly heated vagina toward his waiting face. 
There was no time to waste, fooling around, teasing her as he enjoyed the 
pressure of her continued, frenzied sucking. She kept on plunging his 
throbbingly blood-filled cock into her mouth, and she was well aware it 
wouldn't be much longer before it spurted to a spectacular finale. That 
moment was almost within reach. Joe snaked his tongue sharply out at the 
inviting, hair-lined pink orifice, driving his oral organ precisely toward 
the hardened, blood-filled, sensation-thrilled bud of her excitingly 
pulsating clitoris. 

"UMMMGGGLLLMMMNNN!" Rhoda moaned around the length of his deeply ramming 
phallic spear, and she pushed her face all the way down, her lips clamping 
on his base, then bobbing her head ever so slightly, rubbing the penis 
inside the tightness of her gullet. Her throat worked up and down the 
bone-like rigidity of the penile dome, squeezing and crushing it. 

The first pungent taste of the lovely and voluptuous bleached blonde's pussy 
was all the excited encouragement Joe Calley really needed. He was excited 
enough to go further, and he flicked his tongue lustfully at her small, 
erect clitoris, rubbing his tongue against it again and again, evoking more 
moans and mewls of lasciviously mounting desire and pleasure from the 
cock-clogged depths of the woman's narrow gullet. Then he ran his tongue 
down the narrow pink valley, enjoying the sensation of her softly curling 
strands of wispy pelvic fuzz tickling heatedly against his cheeks. He 
reached the tightly elastic orifice of her simmering vagina and began orally 
circling it with his lingual digit several times. It drove Rhoda absolutely 
wild as she continued grinding her buttocks salaciously around as if trying 
desperately to reach out and capture the full length of his tongue with her 
inwardly spasming vaginal muscles, and so it made Joe more than happy that 
he was able to continue licking and teasing at her opening until he was 
certain, from the trembling in her thighs she was going to scream out loud 
in the otherwise silent living room. He liked this bitch, and because she 
was doing such a great job on him, he wanted her to climax as well. It would 
be nice if she came about the same time as he. Hell! Her throat-fucking of 
his pounding prick was driving him completely out of his gourd with burning 
passion, so he kept on thrusting his heavy tongue deeper into the simmering 
center of her desire-drenched passage, stretching the full length of his 
tongue out as far as possible. The heatedly aromatic feminine scent and the 
softly viscous feel, as well as the wildly delectable taste made the man 
even more engrossed in what he was doing, involving him in the passionate 
woman's desires much more strongly as she continued hovering nakedly 
upside-down above him. He probed with his oral digit, fucking it sensually 
in and out of her heatedly wet and bubbling vagina, lapping with renewed 
urgency as his eyes locked tightly on the small, heatedly working circle of 
her tiny rectum above. 

The speedy stabbing sensations churning in the body of the blonde 
waitress-who had been afraid she was going to have a boring evening-caused 
her to go wild with sexual frenzy, and she felt herself moving toward her 
own orgasm at breakneck speed. She was dying to climax with his virile 
length of throbbing cock fucking her in the depths of her throat. She had to 
taste the strong flavor of the heated semen continuing to build inside him, 
wanting to suck his blood-filled penis until his testicles were bone dry. 
His tongue was seemingly unraveling, as if on a roller, reaching farther 
into her than Rhoda would have believed possible, plunging into the sizzling 
depths of her liquid-filled pussy, then tugging itself back again, working 
with the smooth, heated strokes of a kitten licking ravenously of milk. 
Rhoda ground her wide open vagina solidly against the delightful pressure of 
his unbelievable mouth, thrilling with the rapturous feeling of joyous 
pleasures continuing to grow with each quick and lust-rending thrust as his 
tongue continued to swirl inside her as well. 

Joe felt the now supersensitive point of his throbbing cock slither and flow 
thrillingly along the sensitive palate of her sucking mouth as she pulled 
harder and harder on the full length of his stone solid organ, and a low, 
involuntary moan began escaping from the deepest part of his gasping chest. 
The sensuous hand she was using to massage his sperm-bloated testicles were 
now suddenly moving between his ass-cheeks, running into the dark and narrow 
crevice of his twitching buttocks, reaching out to make contact with his 
extremely sensitive anus. He hadn't expected the tremendously thrilling 
sensation that followed. No one had ever fingered Joe's ass-hole before, and 
for a moment he was so totally stunned, that for an instant he stopped his 
hungrily lascivious tonguing of her slurping pussy. 

Son of a bitch! With all of her wild and obscenely wicked and tantalizing 
manipulations, the man was well aware there just wasn't any way for him to 
hold back his mounting climax. Still, he wanted her to peak with him, so he 
began sucking her clitoris and licking her vagina at a much faster rate, as 
if it were the last pussy on earth. The tight little orifice flowered open 
even more widely now, her warmly wet secretions of drooling passion running 
heatedly down her inner thighs, washing all over his chin while he 
frenziedly lashed his tongue in and out of her seething vaginal hole. Her 
finger was driving him wild, and he decided to ape her by pushing his own 
finger into her rectum. He ran his fingers over her smooth rear cheeks, 
seeking the tiny little puckered opening of her narrow, crinkled anus. Just 
looking at the way it had been winking at him seemed so inviting. Using his 
middle finger, he searched and finally found the tight muscular ring, and 
popping it open, he tickled it a little, then pushed with the fingertip, 
slowly easing in past the sphincter, screwing it slowly up inside, shoving 
his finger even farther into the tightness of her anal corridor, right to 
the second knuckle. Rhoda moaned and gasped, her ass-cheeks tightening 
around his finger as her cunt squeezed around his tongue. Her gasps around 
the stiff ramrod of his thrusting cock, and the continuing spasms in her 
violently trembling body let him know she was very close to internally 
exploding. 

With a finger crammed deep inside her tightly constricted anal passageway 
while the man's hungrily working and slurping tongue drove maddeningly up 
into the clasping depths of her seething pussy, Rhoda felt as if her body 
would literally come apart at the seams. She sucked ever harder on the 
wildly throbbing penis in her desperately hollowing mouth, and she clamped 
his head all the more tightly against her with her softly resilient thighs, 
snaking her round heels firmly against his muscular shoulders while 
continually grinding her wetly palpitating vagina solidly against the man's 
handsome face. His tongue seared burningly into her wetly clasping vaginal 
opening, and she sucked insanely on the full length of his heatedly rigid 
phallus, her mouth moving with ever increasing speed as she felt her orgasm 
building deeper and deeper in her quivering body, making her belly contract 
uncontrollably. 

Her entire physical self quivered and shuddered as it hovered over his face. 
Rhoda began to wildly twist and writhe and wriggle her vagina wantonly 
around above his mouth, her squeezing lips locking elastically around the 
pulsating length of prick as if she were going to snip it off. The pungent 
secretions of her simmering vagina flowed, and she arched her back and 
bucked uncontrollably as, at long last, her fulfillment was at hand. The 
climax gripped her in its cunt-searing grasp. 

"UURRGGLLMMPHHAAUUWWUUMM-GGWWLLRRGGHHFFMMGG!" she gagged. 

The pressure drove Joe crazy with uncontrolled lust. He sucked more and more 
feverishly at the heatedly gushing lubricating fluids that continually 
flooded from her inner estuaries as her cunt continued orgasming. Whitely 
glistening rivulets of foam mixed with her dribbling oils, some spreading 
out in a softly sticky warmth over the man's face and cheeks as she 
continued jerking and twitching spasmodically above him. At that moment 
there was no way in the world Joe Calley was going to hold back the 
relentless pressure building higher and higher in his own throbbing loins. 

The horizontal man felt a thrillingly exhilarating rush of his white hot 
seminal fluid burst up from his suddenly frenzied testicles, moving into his 
cock, through his urethra. His ears picked up the desperately wet smacking 
sounds as the woman suddenly thrust her hungrily open mouth farther down 
along the length of his cock, clamping her lips tightly around the organ, 
biting into the exploding penis, taking the entire wildly jerking length 
into the depths of her throat as the first spurt of his heated sperm shot 
forcefully out from the swollen tip. 

"EEEYYAAUUGGHHWWHHAARRGGHH ... AAHHAANNHHUURRGGHHAGH!" he bellowed into the 
soft mushiness of her dripping pussylips. It was the wildest, most thrilling 
climax he'd had in the longest time, and it was almost enough to break down 
his resolve about keeping his wife from learning about things like this. Joe 
felt as if he had been hoarding sperm for a lifetime. The thrillingly 
orgasmic sensations built up by Rhoda's greedily sucking mouth caused his 
jerking penis to continue spurting heatedly, and with every spasmodic burst 
of white-hot liquid, new, more vibrant thrills of heated pleasure swirled 
through his shuddering body. The whole world seemed centered on Rhoda's 
sucking mouth. 

Finally the torrent of lustful sensations subsided, and Rhoda slid off him. 
She decided it might be a good idea to put in her diaphragm, so that when 
his cock hardened again, she would be ready. But When Joe told her he had to 
save his cock for his wife, the following night, she snapped, "What for? 
It's all over the state how she's screwing for every trucker who stops in at 
her place?" 

"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked. 

"I thought I made myself plain," Rhoda insisted. 

"The hell you did. Everyone knows Esti doesn't fool around." 

"Didn't fool around," Rhoda snapped. 

"You're lying," Joe insisted. 

"Am I? Don't take my word for it. Ask the truckers." 

"How long has this been going on?" 

"Hey, don't ask me, ask her. But if I were you, I'd go easy on her. Hell! By 
now she's sure to know about you." 

"So I have a reputation, too, huh!" 

"Joe, your reputation has been spreading around for the longest time, now. 
I'll bet your wife knew all about you, but just kept her mouth shut to keep 
the marriage going. She must love you one helluva lot." 

"Not if she's screwing for other men, she doesn't." 

"Why not just ask her. I mean, there's a slim chance that all these guys 
around here are full of it. You know that." 

"I'm going to find out once and for all, and that's a fact." 

"Fine," Rhoda nodded, "but does it make sense to get hot and bothered about 
it tonight? It's better to sleep on it, and you'll have a better outlook in 
the morning." 

"Maybe," he shrugged, "but if I find Esti has been screwing around with 
other guys, I'll dump her." 

"like I said, worry about it in the morning. 

Right now, let's go into the bedroom. Bring the bottle if it'll make you 
feel a little better." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was Thursday evening, Esti smiled, knowing her Joe would be home the 
following night, and everything would be all right again. For two weeks, 
ever since Homer had raped her, Esti had been feeling tremendous guilt, and 
it wasn't lessened any by overhearing little whispers here and there. What 
she had done with Homer was spread to just about every truck driver around, 
though there was a chance Joe might not have heard since he was known to be 
a loner and didn't fraternize with the other men. 

She was alone behind the desk when the tall handsome black trucker walked 
in. He had his hair cut close to his head, and though it was obvious he had 
driven for a long while, he looked like he'd be able to drive another two 
hundred miles. 

"I'd like a room," he said in a gravelly voice. 

She looked at him, at his lean, rippling frame, and decided he really didn't 
look or sound like a truck driver in spite of his chinos and his 
open-collared shirt. 

"Certainly," she nodded, handing him a registration card. 

He filled it in. 

DELL PIERCE 

1275 NO. VILLAGE AVE. 

ROOSEVELT, NY 

"You're all the way from New York?" she asked. 

"Yeah," he nodded. "And from the sound of your voice I'd say you were from 
the Big Apple, too." 

"I am," she nodded. "How are things back there?" 

"I'm from a suburb," he smiled. "I never go into the city. Too dangerous, 
especially for a quiet guy like me." 

"You don't look or sound like a trucker," she said. 

"I'm not," he admitted. "This is only temporary. I'm going back to school to 
finish my psychology studies." 

"What are you studying to be?" 

"An analyst," he told her. 

"I have a little bit of a problem," Esti insisted. "D'you think I might get 
a little free analysis in exchange for a free night's lodging?" 

"Lady, I'll analyze you," Dell told her, "but I expect to pay my way 
wherever I go." 

Esti failed to see the glimmer in the man's eyes that said he was interested 
in her paying him in another way. 

"Then I have to pay you, too," Esti insisted. 

"I'm not allowed to take cash for something like this, just yet," the black 
man told her. "Let me do it for the practice. It'll do me some good to keep 
exercising my mind. Look, you take a long, hot, relaxing bath, then come to 
my room about ten o'clock, and we'll thrash out that problem of yours." 

"Hey, I really appreciate it," Esti nodded. 

Esti gave him the room next to hers, thinking it a good idea that no one see 
her going into his room. If she were able to move from her room to his 
quickly enough, no one would see. 

Dell Pierce smiled to himself as he took the key she gave him and headed for 
his room. He, like everyone else, had heard what Esti Calley was supposedly 
giving away, but one look at the woman told him she was definitely not 
handing it out. But she had just given him the means whereby he'd be able to 
extract it from her. Not that he had anything personally against Esti. Hell! 
He'd just met her. But she was one terrific looking piece of ass. He was 
going to get a piece of her, not because he considered himself better than 
the honkies who were after her ass, but because she was gorgeous, and Dell 
Pierce loved fucking a beautiful woman, whether she was white, black, or 
green with purple polka dots. 

So Dell went to his room, took a long, hot shower, got dressed, then went to 
the little cafe restaurant for supper. He smiled, listening to the talk 
going around by the other truckers as they wondered who the next lucky guy 
with Esti was going to be. Dell Pierce knew who it was going to be: himself. 

Returning to his room, he glanced through a book in his small suitcase, 
reviewing certain aspects of analysis, making certain he'd know what to say 
when Esti finally came. She would come. He knew that. It was obvious she 
felt guilty about what had happened to her and was trying to wipe it away. 
Well, first he would wipe away her guilt, then he would fuck her, and then 
he would wipe away the new guilt. 

At precisely ten-o'clock Dell heard a knock at the door, and when he opened 
it, there was Esti, fully dressed, but in a blouse and skirt rather than her 
green uniform. From the lilac scent of her it was obvious she had spent a 
long time in the bathtub. Good! Dell was fastidious about himself, and he 
liked his cunt nice and clean, even if she was unaware that she was about to 
be fucked. 

"Hi," he greeted, closing the door as she stepped inside. "You're right on 
time." 

"This is very important to me," she told him. 

"Well, why not sit in the chair over there and tell me all about it." 

"Aren't I supposed to lie down on a couch or something?" Esti asked. 

"When you go to a full-fledged analyst, and you've had a few sessions with 
him, you'll be able to lie down on a couch. At first, in order to make you 
feel more at ease, it might be better if you simply sat in the chair over 
there while I sit on the sofa." 

Shrugging, Esti walked over to the chair and sat down. She looked at the 
tall, rugged black man as he sat on the sofa and, strangely, felt a pull in 
her vagina. It was uncanny, but ever since her experience with Homer, any 
time she looked at a physically attractive man, she had this urge to 
physically merge. She discovered that race, creed, or color meant nothing to 
her. A good looking stud was a good looking stud. 

She felt shy at first, and when he said, "Does this have to do with the 
rumors that have been circulating?" she finally nodded, and blurted out how 
it had all happened. 

For more than an hour she talked and Dell listened, then he talked, and she 
listened. Finally, he said, "It's one thing to resist a man and even fight 
him. It's something else to feel guilty about what you've done afterward. 
Suppose I were to attack you physically at this moment. That would be no 
excuse for you to feel bad about it afterward, especially if I were to make 
you feel good. Look, it happened, it was something you were unable to help, 
but it's over and done with." 

"I can't help it," Esti told him. "Ever since that time, my guilt lies not 
so much in having been attacked as in what I feel each time I look at a good 
looking man." 

"Ah, now we're getting to the heart of things. Perhaps you also feel guilty 
because of the rumors about your husband as well. You feel that you've come 
down to his level instead of rising above it all. You have to learn that 
enjoying sex in any and every way is not lowering yourself." 

"It's just that I feel that every man looking at me is undressing me. It 
feels awful." 

"You have to learn to differentiate between fact and imagine. Right now do 
you feel that I'm undressing you with my eyes?" 

"God, yes!" Esti gasped. 

"Ah, there's another part of the difficulty. You think I'm looking right 
through your clothing at your body. But the truth is, all I can see is your 
face, your arms, and the clothing you're wearing." 

"I still feel nervous," Esti told him. "May I be frank?" he asked. "Please," 
she nodded. 

"The only way you're going to get over feeling undressed while wearing 
clothing is to undress in front of a man, and then get dressed again in 
front of him. Put your clothing on piece by piece as a man is watching you, 
and after that, you'll have no feelings of guilt." 

"I-uhhhhh ... don't know..." she muttered. 

"Look, it's just a suggestion on my part. You don't have to follow it. But 
it might be a good idea if you did." 

"But what man?" 

"Choose a man with whom you feel comfortable. You should feel sexually 
attracted to the man, naturally. You don't want to undress in front of some 
ugly looking old hobo." 

"No, that would be unthinkable," she nodded. "Look, since you suggested it, 
perhaps it might be a good idea to do it with you." 

"Uhhhh ... look, Esti ... I can call you Esti?" 

"Everyone else does." 

"It's only fair to warn you, if you do undress in front of me, and stay 
undressed for any length of time, I won't accept responsibility for my 
actions." 

"I see," she nodded. "Still, I don't know of any other man with whom I can 
do something like this. 

I mean, I don't dare do it with my husband. He'd scream his head off, 
besides when he looks at me I don't feel as if a man is looking at me." 

"Ah, there's another root to your problem. You need a man, a bonafide man to 
look at you again and appreciate you, and then you have to dress in front of 
him." 

"Well then," she said, "suppose we do it, here and now. It won't take very 
long, and if what you say is true, then I'll be over my guilt before Joe 
gets home." 

"If you insist," he nodded. 

"I insist," Esti told him. "Would you be good enough to turn around and look 
the other way for a moment?" 

Dell Pierce smiled. He was going to get her. He was going to get her good. 
He turned, looking at the window behind the sofa, and Esti mindlessly began 
undoing her buttons one by one, not even thinking about the right or wrong 
of it, until the thin blouse she was wearing was open to her narrow waist. A 
flush of embarrassment made her shiver as the dyed redhead felt a cold chill 
as air brushed across her naked belly. In spite of her mixed reactions, she 
felt her nipples, under her brassiere, hardening inside the taut nylon. With 
her two hands, she reached around and unfastened the one catch on her 
double-knit red skirt, and she tugged on the zipper until it came down. She 
let the skirt fall to her feet, then bent over, picked it up, and placed it 
on the chair beside her. She had put on pantyhose for the first time in a 
long time, and the sheer gauge allowed her white panties to show through 
clearly, and she was suddenly inwardly stricken with the thought that she 
was doing a very foolish thing. She had the urge to reverse the procedure, 
get dressed and simply walk out, but no ... she had started this, had 
insisted he be the man, and she was going through with it. 

"Okay," she finally gasped to the black man. "You can turn around now." Her 
voice was a soft whisper, almost as if she were hoping he wouldn't hear. 

Dell Pierce slowly turned around while still on the sofa, and his eyes 
popped wide open in disbelief as he gazed at the trembling blushing 
redheaded beauty standing in front of him. 

He stared, taking in the delicious spectacle slowly, his eyes moving from 
the top of her head down to her feet very slowly-from the smoothly 
unblemished flow of her neck where it curved down to the jutting, ripely 
formed mounds of her full breasts, swelling proudly beneath the sheer 
material of her see-through nylon brassiere. Then his eyes wandered to the 
trim curve of her delectable waist, to her full hips swelling to such 
curvaceous perfection, and then at long last to her shapely legs blossoming 
in full firmness at her pillarly thighs, then again in supple gracefulness 
at her well-shaped calves. 

"Lady, you are really beautiful," the black man murmured. 

Esti stared down at the carpet, flushing a bright red. She hated admitting 
it, but she enjoyed having this masculine male stare at her body. His 
staring made her inwardly hotter, and this made her redden even more. 
"Please, Dell, this is therapy. You aren't supposed to talk like that. I 
just want this over and done with as quickly as possible." 

Dell didn't take his hungering eyes from her round curves for even an 
instant. "Sure thing, Esti," he said to her. "It'll all be over with 
shortly, and you'll feel a lot better for it. But really, I still see part 
of your body covered. You're wearing pantyhose, and of course, there's that 
brassiere. I have to know what kind of merchandise you're hiding. You can't 
cover up what is not yet uncovered, you know that. If you want, I'll turn 
around again..." 

"Oh hell, that won't be necessary," Esti muttered, interrupting him, feeling 
suddenly impatient at his treating her like a child. She had come for a 
little psychiatric, or perhaps a little psychological help, but she wasn't 
some kind of little girl. Reaching behind her with both hands, she undid the 
three catches on her brassiere. 

"I'll show you everything," she told him, panting, not knowing why she was 
so anxious to comply with all this. She still felt more than a little 
embarrassed and almost frightened as she loosened the straps and let them 
slide down over her smooth bare arms. Her proud, voluptuous, pink-nippled 
breasts quivered tautly in the open air. She was aware of her breast points 
hardening even more as they pointed toward Dell Pierce. He stared, his eyes 
giving her approval, and Esti realized she had wanted that approval. She 
wanted to know she was as desirable as men always said she was, and Joe was 
so blas' about making love to her that Esti, until she had been raped, had 
not really been aware of just how much men really wanted her. Now that she 
knew she was fairly well loved, she inwardly wanted to know that more than 
one man, a man like Homer, found her good to look at. Here was an obviously 
intelligent and educated man, and from the wide stare in his eyes, it was 
plain that he found her attractive. This made her breasts stand up firmly, 
letting him see that in spite of their heaviness there was no sag in them. 
Her solid pink nipples thrust straight forward, looking like two tiny pink 
eyes returning his eager gaze. 

Slowly, reluctantly, Dell Pierce's eyes left the twin jutting bulges of her 
fully ripe, pink-tipped breasts, and then looked down her rib cage, and then 
he looked below that to the smooth, unblemished expanse of her flat belly, 
past the puckered indentation of her navel. 

"Now the pantyhose," Dell insisted, wondering if she would continue to obey 
him. 

Without hesitating for an instant Esti complied, catching the tight elastic 
waistband and peeling it down over the gentle swell of her generously 
endowed hips. The top band of her panties were caught with the pantyhose, 
entangled, and as she pushed, Esti made no effort to separate the two 
garments. As one, she tugged them down, exposing the rich whiteness of her 
thighs, down past her knees, and in so doing exposed the sparse brown V of 
her velvety pubic hair. She pulled the hose away from her panties at last, 
and was in the process of rolling the white seat covers up to hide her 
defenseless nakedness. 

"Whoops!" Dell said. "Don't do that. You just go on ahead and pull 
everything down, Esti. like I said, you can't get dressed, really dressed, 
until you're completely undressed, first." 

The black man stood there, having risen from the sofa, his eyes still 
bulging, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. His face had a euphoric 
expression on it as he eyed the lovely, full-bodied motel owner, who was 
indeed stripping to the buff directly in front of him. 

This was a new routine for Dell. He had never used his school studies as a 
lever to get at females. He knew once he took the Hippocratic Oath he would 
never again be able to use it, but until that time, he was going to get some 
mileage from this psychology. 

"When you say everything, you mean everything, don't you," Esti said to him, 
still confused, not knowing whether to be happy or unhappy, her voice 
cracking in abject humiliation. Her cheeks were two red patches that looked 
as if some artist had splashed them with red dabs of paint. 

"Yeeeup!" he smiled, trying to look reassuring. "When I say everything, I 
mean everything. You see, Esti, you have to get used to my looking at your 
nakedness, for a few minutes, anyway. Once you no longer feel shy about my 
looking at you, then you can start to dress, and instead of feeling men can 
look right through your clothes, you'll feel that men can only see those 
clothes and none of your body beneath. I mean, to stop now, when we're so 
close to success would be a crying shame. However, I'll leave the choice up 
to you." 

"Well ... okay ... I guess..." Esti finally nodded, and hooking her thumbs 
into the elastic band top of her white panties, she slid them down her 
thighs along with her pantyhose, peeling everything off until she was 
completely naked, stepping free, leaving absolutely nothing to shield her 
youthful nakedness from the black man's lecherous and probing eyes. 

Dell was no novice when it came to women. But he had to admit that Esti was 
one of the finest specimens of feminine pulchritude he had seen in the 
longest time. Goddamn! This was one hot looking pierce of female turf. He 
was willing to bet she really knew how to use that body of hers, too. Oh 
yeah! She was something special, all right, and he was going to climb into 
it ... all the way in. 

He grinned to himself as he anticipated what he intended doing to his lovely 
woman. She had nice, white flesh, really white without being albino. It 
always gave him a real sense of mastery to be able to screw a white woman. 
Those pink-capped breasts of hers were mountains really worth climbing. 
Sheesh! He loved the way they protruded so solidly from the rest of her 
slender body. He was already imagining what that warm, moist furrow between 
her inviting thighs was like ... hell, once he fitted his cock into it he 
knew she would be hot and tight. A cunt like that had to be tight. What was 
more she had lovely legs, too, the kind a man loved having wound around his 
body when he was pumping into her. Oh yeah! He was going to plug her pussy 
until the lovely lady all but begged for mercy. Still, he saw she was not 
one of those shopworn waitresses, like that Pat he had seen in the cafe. No, 
this wasn't some cunt onto which he would climb like so many other chicks he 
had mounted. This lovely pussy was something special ... in fact, extra 
special, and he would have to plan his moves very, very carefully. 

"Well?" Esti asked, her heart beating in her chest. "What do you think?" 

"I think you're an extremely attractive, in fact stunning woman," Dell 
nodded. "You'll do exceptionally well." 

"Do? I'm not applying for some kind of a job. Why will I 'do?' " 

"Just an expression," Dell told her, smiling a little. "But we have to get 
rid of all the embarrassment in you. Look, turn around slowly, very slowly, 
and allow me to look at all of you." 

Esti obeyed, still feeling embarrassed, her face a bright red as she turned 
her naked, lushly rounded buttocks to the man's greedy, probing gaze. He 
admired the fact that her ass-cheeks were firm and high and perfectly round 
instead of spreading, and he noted they were tightly clenched together. He 
liked the way they were tucked under at the tops of her smoothly flaring 
thighs. Long and supple, her slender bare legs seemed to stretch in tapering 
perfection to the trim swell of her full calves. Even her bare feet were 
tantalizingly inviting-dainty feet, almost little-girl feet with small, 
curled-under toes as she stood before him shuddering with defenseless 
embarrassment. 

"Ah hah! Yes indeedy, that's quite a hot little figure you have there, Esti. 
Is it any wonder men like looking at you? You have a body worth admiring." 

"Thank you." 

"You must do a lot of exercise." 

"No, just hard work. I work all day and half the night, and I don't have the 
time to relax." 

She turned to face him again, feeling a little less conspicuous in her 
nakedness. She was no longer trying to cover herself. "I just want to get 
over this guilt trip I feel," she told him. 

"That's why I'm helping you," he nodded, laughing nervously. "However, 
before you start dressing, I think you ought to prove to yourself you're no 
longer embarrassed by striking poses here on the sofa." 

"Dell..." she gasped, as he rose from the sofa and moved around, making her 
back up until she had fallen on the same sofa..."Mr. Pierce ... don't look 
at me like that ... you're frightening me... 

Dell Pierce laughed, his voice almost sounding menacing. "Me, frightening 
you? Come on, Esti ... you know you have nothing to be frightened of. I'm a 
pussycat. I've never hurt anyone. Oh I've given a little pleasure here and 
there, but never pain." 

Esti suddenly felt very frightened. For the first time she realized, she had 
voluntarily undressed in front of a strange man simply because he had told 
her to do so. Deep down, way inside, she must have subconsciously wanted to 
strip for him. She must be the tramp her mother always warned her against 
becoming. She writhed her body into the sofa cushions, helplessly trying to 
cringe away from this awful, frightening man leering hungrily at her as if 
she were meat hanging in a butcher shop. 

She had to get dressed and get out of here. It was the only sensible thing 
to do. She tried swinging her naked legs off the sofa as she sat down beside 
her, but he sat the foot of the sofa and grabbed her by her two ankles with 
both hands. He slid his hands higher, pushing her back down. 

"NO!" Esti gasped. "PLEASE ... NO ... NO ... DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T YOU DARE 
TOUCH ME!" she all but screamed, her voice filled with fear. 

"If screaming will make you feel better, Esti, go ahead and scream. I know 
how well you've soundproofed this place. I've been to a lot of motels, but 
I've never been to one that's as well sound-proofed as this one. You've done 
an outstanding job. It's almost impossible to hear thunder outside. You've 
done a really great job. It's as if you and I were in a small world all our 
own here," Dell laughed, and she shuddered, watching his fingers already 
beginning to unfasten his belt. The movement terrified Esti even more as she 
realized it was going to happen again. 

"What are you doing, Dell?" she gasped. "What do you think you're doing?" 

Reaching out with her right hand, she grabbed the back of the sofa and tried 
pulling herself along until she was able to slide over the arm, but Dell 
laughingly reached out, grabbed her by the ankles, and simply pulled her 
right back down. 

"Esti, you have a lot of fears to get over," he told her. "I've already 
explained to you that guilt is something you've built up strictly in your 
mind. 

Now the best way to rid you of that guilt permanently is to make it 
considerably better for you, this time. You're just not going anywhere, 
honey," he smirked, his belt undone and his pants half open. "After all, you 
don't want to run nakedly out into the halls and let anyone possibly passing 
by see that all the rumors are true, do you? No, you're better off staying 
here and keeping it all a big dark secret. You say it's been a week and a 
half, almost two weeks since that incident, and your husband hasn't been 
bade since. Well, that's much too long for a lovely lady like you to go 
without cock, and I figured you might be able to use a little of this to 
tide you over, at least until tomorrow night." 

"Dell ... don't ... please ... don't talk this way ... you're really 
frightening me ... please ... let me dress and get out of here ... 
please..." she begged, her eyes clouded with tears. 

Dell gripped her calf firmly, and squeezed, almost crushing her leg in his 
strong, confining grip, holding her effectively as he yanked his zipper down 
the rest of the way with his free hand, opening his pants. 

"Here it is, Esti," he told her, a bright smile blanketing his face. "This 
is just what you need!" He delved into his under shorts, as if digging his 
hand into a grocery bag, and he pulled out the thick, menacing length of his 
huge, black penis, exposing it to her sight. It flopped lasciviously over 
his zipper, the bloated black tip swelling in size as it seemingly sniffed 
at the open air like a hound. 

Not even hard, it was big, really big. It was even bigger than that of 
Homer's. It was gigantic! 

Esti shrieked with gasping horror as the powerful, black man's throbbing 
penile organ seemed to keep on growing before her eyes. "Dell ... you stop 
it ... you stop it or I'll scream so loud I'll bring the roof crashing down 
on your head. I'll scream ... I mean it..." 

Dell remained seated beside her supine body, grinning, for a moment before 
reaching out and grabbing her two trim ankles again, tugging her naked body 
even farther along on the sofa until her head was clear of the padded arm. 
Esti struggled violently, then reached behind her to get a grip on the arm 
of the sofa. Dell laughed, reached out, and forced her to let go. Her hands 
fell to her sides and she felt totally helpless. 

"Now stop acting like a little girl, Esti," he cautioned. "The time has come 
for you to grow. Cocks were meant to fuck cunts. Cocks have no idea which 
cunts are best for them, and cunts really don't care which cocks fuck them. 
It's as simple as that. What I'm doing right now is giving you a lesson in 
human behavior. It's only natural for me, or any other man who sees you to 
want to fuck you. You only live once, Esti, and if you're left all alone 
most of the time, then you deserve to be properly fucked by someone other 
than your husband. Everyone knows how Joe gets more ass on the road than he 
ever did with you." 

"Stop it!" she snapped. "You're as bad as everyone else. You're just saying 
this to try and justify what you want to do." 

"I'm telling you the truth," Dell insisted. "As for justifying what I'm 
going to do, well there's no need for justification. You have a cunt, I have 
a cock, and you're one helluva sexy woman. That's all the justification I'll 
ever need." 

Esti shook with a mixture of unbridled terror and heavy revulsion as the 
tall, handsome, rugged black man rose to his knees and slid between her 
helpless thighs. The unbelievable length and breadth of that phallic 
stovepipe moving closer and closer made her freeze. Beneath the extended 
organ, his heavy black scrotum sac dangled like a huge wrecking ball. 

Dell smiled to himself, watching the way Esti was sizing him up, appraising 
the length and breadth of his swollenly throbbing organ, and it made him 
laugh to know the thoughts that were running through her mind at the moment. 
Each woman, on seeing the immensity of his shaft, was only able to stare, 
but each woman seemed to have a different set of thoughts running through 
her mind. For instance, all the black women he knew merely licked their 
chops, as if only to anxious to have the organ buried somewhere inside them. 
The white women were either concentrating on the size of his cock or the 
charcoal color of it. He knew his big cock was really something to stare at, 
but also realized it was even more fun to feel than look at. He had a lot of 
surprises in-store for this sexy lady. She wasn't one of those bitches who 
thought she was too good for him simply because of skin color. She was one 
of those prudish cunts who didn't want anything to do with an outside cock 
no matter what the size or color. He had already just about wiped out the 
guilt she'd felt from Homer. He knew that in spite of the terror he was 
generating inside her, when it was all over, she, like all the other women 
he had ever fucked, would never again be afraid of his cock. His real 
therapy was simple: fuck them! Then fuck them again. He was going to pump up 
her cunt like a basketball, and the next time he came by, she'd be begging 
him for it. 

Dell continued grinning as he looked down at her svelte white torso, taking 
in the fullness of her womanly, lush, ripened nakedness. She was like a 
juicy, fresh-picked piece of soft fruit-all naked and deliciously inviting, 
lusciously tempting and tantalizing, waiting for him to caress her, to kiss 
her, to fuck her. 

He pushed his right knee forward, and the pressure almost made her left 
thigh fall off the sofa. Then he pushed his left knee forward, trapping her 
right thigh between himself and the back of the sofa. He would have been 
able to fuck her then and there, but no, that was too simple. Although Dell 
wasn't a sadist, he enjoyed humbling women rather than humiliating them. So 
he raised his left knee and pushed it between the woman's white thigh and 
the sofa-back, then he put his other knee outside her left thigh, allowing 
her to clamp her thighs together as he straddled her and sat on her belly. 
She was pinned to the sofa cushions now like a helpless insect. 

The panic stricken redhead wriggled and twisted, doing her best to escape 
from him as he sat there, playing very gently with her mountainous breasts. 
She struggled and squirmed all the harder, but he simply sat, pressing his 
buttocks against her slightly rounded belly, making certain there was no way 
for her to escape. His weight was heavy enough to keep her from really 
moving too much, and she had to take several deep breaths in order to keep 
air in her lungs. The look on her face was a mixture of terror and loathing, 
though the loathing was aimed at herself for having been so gullible. 

Esti found struggling to be useless. She was too defenseless to resist any 
longer, and all she was able to do was verbally plead with him to leave her 
alone, her mind a windmill of whirling, dazed, confused shame. 

Dear God. . . not again, not again! Don't let this awful thing happen to me 
again. I'll never be able to look Joe in the face after something like this 
... I know it. Please! Please! God help me! This is a nightmare! 

Aloud, she gasped, "PLEASE ... PLEASE ... DELL ... I TRUSTED YOU ... YOU 
CAN'T DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ME ... YOU JUST CAN'T..." she wept, 
wriggling helplessly as the black man held her lusciously naked white body 
pinned firmly against the sofa cushions, squatting victoriously over her 
wriggling young form. His immense, ebony testicles lay flatly against her 
white belly, brushing the smoothness of her own skin, while his thick length 
of heavy penis continued swelling and hardening even more, sticking out from 
beneath the rippling hardness of his firm, flat stomach. 

"Now come off it," Dell snapped at her. "This playing hard-to-get is 
nonsensical," he insisted, tightly gripping the solidly stiff length of 
masculine hose in his large right hand. "You and I both know how much you 
want it, so why don't we just cut out this game playing and get right down 
to it. When you finally admit to yourself that you enjoy sex with other men 
other than your husband, you'll be able to wipe away that guilt complex 
forever." 

"NO ... NO ... NO..." she gasped, squirming and writhing. "I came to you in 
the hope of ridding myself of the guilt I felt for allowing myself to be 
raped by Homer. I understand now that it wasn't my fault. But that's no 
reason for you to take advantage of me and trying to build another guilt 
complex in me. Joe will be home tomorrow evening. How will I face him?" 

"With the same clear conscience he has when facing you. Why not ask him 
about his little affairs. I'll bet he won't even bother denying it." 

"That's no reason for this to happen to me," she gasped. "Must I suffer for 
my husband's sins?" 

"This is not punishment, Esti," Dell insisted. "You have to make up your 
mind to the fact that this is pleasure." 

He eased his solidly weighty form forward slowly, sliding his naked loins 
carefully over the smoothness of the pinioned redhead's trembling belly 
until his heavy testicles were lasciviously dangling between the round 
swells of her bulging, quivering breasts. As he knelt on the sofa cushion, 
her pink, upstanding nipples began jutting straight up at him, as if 
ignoring her sobs and cries and beckoning him to continue. The soft curve of 
her finely-shaped, ripe breasts rested solidly against the man's solid 
thighs where he straddled her. He had her firmly pinned between his legs. 

Wearing his constantly wide grin, Dell pushed the fleshy mounds of her 
lovely heaving breasts tightly together with his knees, and at the same time 
began squeezing the turgidly rubbery length of his throbbing penile hardness 
between the warm resilience of her lovely breasts. A barely audible sigh of 
pleasure began seeping from his lips as the dusky man felt the delightfully 
yielding softness caress the sensitive length of his rapidly enlarging 
penis, urging the stiffly shuddering member to swell even more, stiffening 
it with more blood until the bulbous tip began poking stiffly against her 
chest hidden between the massively tremulous mounds of her delightfully 
bloated breasts. 

"Look at you," he laughed, his hoarse voice filling her ears. "Your breasts 
are swollen, your nipples thick and hard, your flesh pink and healthy and 
glowing, just waiting for me to deliver a solid fuck into your cunt. Well, 
you have a lot to learn, Esti, and one of the things you have to learn is 
the fact that fucking is the final act. A lot comes before actual fucking, 
such as this..." 

Abruptly his throbbingly rigid penile lance leaped from its delightful 
hiding place between the bloated dunes of her lovely rounded breasts, 
shooting straight out like a quivering arrow from the flatness of his 
brillo-covered pelvis. Still gripping the solid penis tightly in his right 
hand, Dell pulled back the collar of loose flesh that ringed and covered the 
sensitive blood-bloated, throbbing dome until it was completely free and 
sticking all the way out. Oh, he was going to really give this lovely woman 
a reaming. Squeezing the solid shaft of his urgently throbbing cock, feeling 
the mighty pulsations within its length, he watched the bulbous black tip 
swell even more until it seemed to glimmer, almost purple, as blood 
continued infusing into its fullness, until it was twice as thick as it had 
been when its terrifying length and breadth had initially frightened Esti. 
Now the bloated tip was scant inches from her crossed eyes. 

Shutting her eyes in order not to look, Esti felt tears trickling from 
beneath her long-lashed lids as she struggled vainly to close out this 
horrifyingly degrading nightmare in which she found herself so hopelessly 
trapped. She was praying, hoping, pleading inwardly for some kind of 
miracle. She wished this horrible moment might end as swiftly as it had 
begun. But with all her wishing she knew this was hopeless. She was totally 
at the mercy of his hard penis, and no matter what he wanted her to do, she 
was already cognizant of the fact that she would have to eventually 
surrender. Her mind reeled and spun at the thought of eventually having to 
face Joe, her husband. How in the name of heaven would she be able to look 
him in the eye and smile at him after having been so totally defiled? 

"Dell ... for God's sake, I'm begging you ... don't do this. Please ... 
please ... just let me get up ... get dressed ... and go ... I already told 
you I won't charge you for the room..." 

Dell Pierce grinned at her, the wide leer splitting his handsome face as he 
said, "I'll be more than happy to let you go, Esti. But I insist on paying 
for the room." 

Esti opened her eyes and looked past his penis at his face, as if unable to 
believe her ears. "Did you mean it, Dell, will you really let me go?" 

"Sure, honey. I wouldn't lie about a thing like that. I'm going to let you 
go as soon as I reward you ... pay you for the room by letting you suck my 
cock," he laughed. "Now you suck it real good the way your husband would 
want you to." 

It took a few moments for the full impact of his words to register in the 
lurid confines of her confused brain, but when what he was saying finally 
made sense to her, it was like a house falling on her. 

"My husband never, but never made me do anything so disgusting," she 
insisted. "You must be out of your mind if you'd think I'd ever do something 
as vile as that. I won't do it! I won't ... I won't!" she insisted, gasping 
for breath, struggling with all her might to free her naked body from the 
heavy weight of his buttocks pressing against her chest. But the man's 
strong, dusky thighs pinned her solidly to the couch, and she was totally 
powerless to escape him. It galled her to think she was so completely at his 
disposal. 

Then she remembered something Joe had once told her about what to do if a 
man tried forcing her to do something like this. She was surprised she 
hadn't thought of it with Homer. All she had to do was hit him solidly where 
he was most vulnerable. She slid her arms free, moving her hands as if about 
to cup his genitals, then she clenched her teeth tightly together, and 
summoning what little meager courage she had left, the desperate woman 
slammed her balled fist solidly at his groin, trying to smash his scrotum 
with all her strength, actually hitting his thick penis and barely touching 
his sac. 

"WHY YOU HONKY BITCH!" Dell suddenly gasped, instantly reaching down with 
both hands and covering both, his penis and his testicles, releasing the 
grip he had on her shoulders. 

He lifted his weight from her body for a moment, and that moment was all 
Esti needed. like a squiggly python she hurriedly slithered out from beneath 
the awesome weight of this horrible man, and then rolled off the sofa onto 
the floor. 

Dell, surprised, merely stayed where he was for the moment as the woman 
leaped to her feet, gathered all her clothes, and bolted for the door. Even 
if she was naked, her own room was right next door and she'd be safe once 
she got there. At the moment all that mattered was her safety. She had to 
put some distance between herself and the black truck driver. 

Nearly stumbling, she dashed across the rich maroon carpeting and finally 
got to the door. In less than a second she had it unlocked, and she was 
pulling the door open. It was less than a quarter open when she heard the 
voices in the hall. Men's voices. There were three, perhaps four of them. 
They were just standing there talking. God knows how long they would remain 
there, but Esti knew damn well she didn't dare walk out like this. Then the 
four of them would be spreading all kinds of filthy rumors about her, 
believing them as they said them. 

Shutting the door, she dropped her clothing and pressed her back against the 
door, sobbing as she found herself face to face with Dell Pierce. 

"Well, well, well," Dell smiled, standing nakedly in front of her, his cock 
stabbing toward her like the mast of an old sailing ship, "looks like you 
don't have much choice in the matter. Even if you were to get dressed right 
now, the instant you walked out of here and you were seen by the sweet guys 
out there, your name would be blackened even more. So you have a choice, 
Esti. You can pick up your' clothes and walk out of here, and have the name 
without playing the game. Or you can stay here and play the game without 
possibly earning the name." 

Dell was only four steps away from her, and now he began slowly walking 
toward her, his eyes glittering with delight at the knowledge she was 
finally his to do with as he wished without her putting up any additional 
resistance. Oh, he was going to enjoy her, he was really going to enjoy her. 

Too frightened to run or try bolting through the door, the motel owner 
cowered awkwardly before the man, covering her sparse brown, V-shaped 
womanly mound with one hand, while using her other arm to hide the pink 
points of her firmly resilient breasts. 

"P-please ... Dell ... M-Mr. P-Pierce ... I didn't r-really m-mean to hurt 
y-you ... really ... I d-didn't ... honestly ... honestly ... it's just that 
you've f-frightened me..." she whimpered weakly, her lower jaw trembling as 
she spoke. 

"Oh, come on, Esti," he said, holding out his hand. 

Timidly she took it and let him usher her to the big bed in the center of 
the room, knowing now she had no choice but to do precisely as he wished in 
order to safely get out of here. "Now you just lie down and relax," he 
insisted. 

But Esti timidly sat on the edge of the bed, her rounded knees clamped 
together in a travesty of ludicrous modesty as the solidly built black man 
began advancing on her. She folded her arms over her chest again, still 
feeling embarrassed for being naked, realizing only now that his psychology 
ploy had merely been something to set her up for this. 

"So you've never sucked your husband's cock, eh?" Dell said to her. 

"N-no," she replied, shuddering. 

"More fool he," Dell laughed. "It's time for you to learn, Esti, and I'm the 
best teacher in the business. I don't want to hurt you, but I want you to 
understand this is not something dirty or filthy. Women do it to men, all 
the time, just like men lap women's pussies all the time." 

Without another word, Dell firmly, but without hurting her, gripped her soft 
shoulder, making certain he had a firm grip on her, and he guided the 
defenseless woman to her knees on the floor next to the bed, intent on 
making her understand there was no shame in humbling herself to do this, 
since a man had to get to his knees to lap a woman's pussy. Esti no longer 
resisted or struggled. She knew it would only be a matter of time before 
constant resistance might enrage the man, and then he might actually hurt 
her. 

Dell wove his fingers through her red-dyed hair and gently began pulling her 
lovely face toward his loins, pressing his penis against her lips. It had 
softened a little in the interim, but he knew it wouldn't take Esti long to 
get it hard. 

"UMMMMMPFFFFFRRRRRPHHHHHH!" she muttered, too frightened to open her mouth 
to say anything as he held her face pressed firmly against him, her lips 
already feeling the smoothness of his rubbery black penile head. 

Esti felt her intestines churn as her belly tightened with sudden panic. She 
was already tasting the salty tang of the oils covering his phallic point as 
he continued cramming it forcefully against her tender lips. Ohhhhhhh! She 
had never never touched Joe's penis with her mouth. Not even Homer had done 
this to her. It was something that had simply never occurred to her in 
lovemaking. Sure she had wanted to try different positions, and it was 
possible that if Joe had acceded to her wishes about positions, she might 
have eventually become curious enough to want to try something like this. 
But to do it with a total stranger! The flaming knot of anguish in her belly 
swelled and grew larger, threatening to make her violently ill, but she 
fought it back bravely, determined not to add to her humiliation. Tears of 
shamefully abject degradation and hapless surrender began streaming down her 
redly flushed cheeks as she realized she had no choice but to perform this 
perversely lurid act with a total stranger. With Joe, in the privacy of 
their own room, if he had taken the time to explain things to her, she 
probably would have loved doing something like this to her ... provided he 
was willing to put his mouth on her vagina. But with this man, this 
stranger, this terrible, despicable person, it suddenly became an act of 
totally wanton debasement. It went beyond anything she had ever considered 
doing in her dreams. 

"COME ON, COME ON," Dell urged. "I don't have to tell you what to do, Esti, 
you know what to do," he insisted, his fingers tightly entwined in the curly 
red hair on her head. Now he was gripping her hair with both hands, twisting 
until her mouth began to open in searing pain because he knew it was the 
only way to initially get her to open her mouth. "SUCK IT, SUCK IT YOU SWEET 
BITCH! COME ON, ESTI! OPEN YOUR 

MOUTH AND REALLY GET TO WORK ON IT. YOU CAN DO IT, AND WHAT'S MORE YOU'LL 
LIKE IT. USE THAT TONGUE OF YOURS TO WASH IT DOWN FIRST, AND THEN SUCK IT." 

Esti was more terrifed than ever. There was no way for her to fight or 
resist. All that was left was begging. It hadn't helped, so far, but she had 
to try again. She parted her lips with the intent of pleading with him 
again, but his turgid penis was suddenly and swiftly rammed into her mouth 
with a suddenly quick snap of Dell's pelvis, filling her vulnerably virginal 
oral orifice with its hard, blood swollen, fleshy length. Her cheeks 
automatically hollowed, sucking inward instinctively to press against the 
sides of the organ, and immediately the penis began to once again swell and 
bloat to its full size in the delightfully wet warmth of her narrowly 
confining mouth. 

"USE YOUR TONGUE, ESTI," Dell encouraged. "LICK IT UP AND DOWN. KEEP ON 
LICKING IT UNTIL IT'S NICE AND RIGID. THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME, SO I WON'T 
SHOOT IN YOUR MOUTH." 

The frightened woman glanced up at him, her wide, soulful eyes pleading with 
him. She stared, seeing him smile, and knew he intended getting everything 
he wanted, and that her only chance to end all this was to do exactly as he 
wished. There was simply no hope of getting away from all this. 

Instinctively she struggled to keep her wet tongue from touching the thickly 
obscene lance clogging her gagging mouth, but she found it more and more 
difficult as the thick organ continued to swell in the hot ravaged depths of 
her oral cave. 

His fingers tightened once again in the thick lustrous curls of her hair as 
he gasped, "LICK IT! LICK IT! COME ON, ESTI, LICK IT!" 

Timidly now, Esti finally allowed her tongue to touch the powerfully 
insistently throbbing dome of his thickly fleshy penis, afraid of the 
response it might bring. She was frightened he would climax, and the mere 
idea of his heatedly seething sperm shooting from his penis, emptying into 
her gagging throat, made her choke with shame. She had to force herself not 
to think of things like that. He had promised not to ejaculate in her mouth. 

Filled with throbbing and pulsatingly hot blood, the thickly swollen penile 
spear swelled and grew even larger in the depths of her mouth as her tongue 
reluctantly caressed the heavily bloated length. Impossibly, it became even 
thicker and enlarged even more in her mouth, and the lovely woman was 
suddenly terribly frightened she might die. 

It's going to choke me ... I know it will. It'll strangle me to death. He's 
going to ram the full length of it down my throat and I won't be able to 
breathe. 

Without a hint of warning, the tall, black, handsome truck driver abruptly 
pulled his penis back with a swift jerk of his hips, and the girlish woman 
looked up at her cruel captor, thinking he was going to power forward and 
clog her throat. The tip of his stiffly pulsating organ continued throbbing 
between her lips, and her tongue unconsciously played against the underside, 
tickling it repeatedly. Then he slipped it out of her mouth. 

"I told you I wasn't going to shoot in your mouth, Esti, and I meant it," he 
told her. "I just wanted to get you used to sucking a cock. You see, I've 
decided I like you, I like you a lot. I don't care what do you do about 
those other dudes who come here, but when I show up over here, I expect 
royal treatment, if you get my meaning. I'll pay hard cash for it, too. And 
don't hand me that shit about you're not a whore. All women are whores. All 
men are whoremasters. We all have a driving desire for money, and that mouth 
and that cunt of yours will get more money out of me than any three motels 
might otherwise see. When I leave in the morning I'll be paying for this 
extra service," he told her, gripping his swollenly thick penis in his left 
hand now, rubbing the distended tip very gently across her lips, letting his 
seminal oil smear itself back and forth. "The next time I come here you'll 
be able to blow me of your own free will. Maybe then I'll let you swallow 
the stuff. You have a nice, tight little pussy between your thighs, Esti, 
and I feel I would be cheated if I didn't get a piece of it. Now tell me, 
are you going to join in the fun, or will you sulk while I fuck you anyway?" 

Esti didn't know what to say. She found herself unconsciously licking her 
lips, her tongue wiping off his lubrication, and she was pulling it into her 
mouth and swallowing it, too. Finally she said, "This is still wrong, Dell. 
It's just that I won't fight you any longer. I'll do whatever you want me to 
do." 

The words coming out of her were weak and hoarse, and her voice seemed to be 
cracking with fear as she surrendered completely to his lurid desires. There 
was only one way quietly out of this room, without anyone else knowing what 
was going on, and that was for Esti to do whatever this man said, giving him 
what he wanted, then dressing, and when the hall was clear, getting away. 
Beyond that, she found herself incapable of thinking clearly. She was far 
too terrified to think what would happen if Joe ever came back and found her 
in this position. She certainly would never have the courage to tell him 
about all this. 

"Come on," Dell told her. "Just come on up here, on the bed, honey. We might 
just as well do this comfortably. But kneel on the bed, huh." 

Shrugging, Esti got to her feet and obeyed him, finding it impossible to 
look her tormentor in the eye. Shivering involuntarily, she lowered her 
naked body to the mattress until she was flat on her belly. 

Dell looked over the prime prize that was her shining white body 
appraisingly, very, very slowly and carefully taking in the incredibly ripe 
roundness of her lovely nakedness. There were girls fifteen years younger 
than she weren't half as well built. There was unquestionably a tantalizing 
magnetism this ripe young delicacy appeared to possess. He noticed her two 
buttock moons were tightly clamped together, like a velvet fist, concealing 
the deliciously forbidden opening of her tiny, puckered little anus, just as 
her defensively clamped together thighs hit the juicy softness of her tender 
pussy slash. 

"Is this what you want?" Esti gasped, afraid to turn her head and look at 
him. 

"Not quite," Dell told her. "I asked you to get up on your knees. You have a 
pretty little brown eye in the middle of those ass-cheeks, and I want it 
staring at me." 

The use of such analogy made Esti cringe, but she reluctantly obeyed the 
man, totally resigned to the wretchedness of her plight. 

For the umpteenth time she began inwardly berating herself, wondering how 
she was so stupid and gullible, falling for such nonsense, undressing 
herself willingly in front of this man. It all seemed so incredible, so 
unbelievable. 

Dell was behind her on the bed now, gripping her trim, rounded ass-cheeks 
with his two hands. He slowly pulled, spreading the deep crevice of her 
trembling ass-cheeks with his tugging thumbs, opening up to his unobstructed 
view the crinkly taut, muscular ring of her tiny, narrow, cringing anus. He 
continued pulling a little, and soon he was staring into the warm moistness 
of her pink softness, her delectable vaginal lips, seeing how full and 
fleshy and pouting they were. His tugging on her ass-cheeks made her vagina 
lips spread ever so slightly in a tempting display of lascivious feminine 
appeal. 

Esti's entire body was wound up, coiled, tensed like a watch spring in 
horrified anticipation of the powerfully bruising pain she was expecting 
when he decided to simply slam his cock right into her. She was so certain 
of the agony, she was completely unprepared for what happened next. 

Sparks shot through her and she was certain he was electrocuting her, she 
was feeling completely unexpected thrills. The black man was skillfully and 
carefully spreading the soft pink flanges of her uptilted, vulnerably 
proffered pussy, inhaling her essence, opening wide the warm, moist vaginal 
lips and brushing aside the softly curling brown hairs that lined the two 
sides of her damp crevice. When the narrow slit was spread wide enough for 
his own inner satisfaction, completely exposing the sweet, fluted edges of 
her damp vaginal interstice, the hungry Dell lowered his close-cropped head 
to her softly fragrant cunt lips, catching the woman totally off-guard. 

Esti's shuddering body snapped like a snake whip as the man's wide, slurping 
tongue made its initially thrilling contact with the trembling sensitive, 
nerve-filled flesh of her tantalizingly vulnerable vaginal lips. 

"OHHHHHHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O ... NOT YOU TOOOOOOOOO..." she gasped, 
remembering the way Homer had lapped her pussy before fucking her. Her lower 
lip trembled uncontrollably as the dusky man's probing tongue plunged into 
her forbidden vaginal regions very deftly, bringing coursing shivers of 
wickedly delightful lust-feelings she was becoming very familiar with, 
feelings she discovered were now a necessary part of her life, coursing all 
over her obscenely kneeling nakedness in continually involuntary spasms. She 
blushed a bright crimson, feeling embarrassment, not so much at what he was 
doing, but at what she was feeling. This was the second time a total 
stranger, a man for whom she felt no inner emotional desires, was bringing 
such a lascivious response from her treacherously rebellious body. Once 
again she was powerless to stop it!! ! 

Opening the delightfully moist and trembling vaginal trough as wide as 
possible with his tugging thumbs, Dell pushed his face farther forward, 
letting his nose rub against her ass-hole as he burrowed his tongue and lips 
into the depths of her simmeringly heated womanly slash, poking licentiously 
in all the tasty crevices, each worming probe bringing a new thrilling 
quiver of aroused helplessness to her nakedly squirming form. Her breasts 
were pressing solidly into the mattress beneath her kneeling body, and the 
whiteness of her licentiously exposed, shapely round buttocks was shoved 
upward ever so invitingly, totally and completely unprotected, and 
completely vulnerable to the man's expert lustful oral plundering. 

"OHHHHHHHH ... PLEEEAAASSSSSE ... STOP!" she gasped. "THIS IS ... UNNNNHHHHH 
... TERRIBLLLLE ... PLEASE STOP ... PLEASE!" she begged, her face awash with 
stinging tears. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ... I DON'T WANT TO ... DON'T YOU 
UNDERSTAND ... IT'S PERVERTED..." 

Dell Pierce smiled to himself. Who did this honky broad think she was 
kidding, saying she didn't want to do this? She was no different from any 
other woman emotionally. They all professed that this was wrong, initially, 
but then afterward ... well hell, he knew for a fact he was one of the best 
tongue men around. Enough women had told him so, after getting over their 
initial hate ... or believed hate ... and he knew this uptight female was 
really no different from the others. His eyes squinted with wanton 
anticipation as he thought of his throbbingly aching, distended cock 
eventually fitting into, and pounding away at this ripe young bitch's pussy. 
Soon he would fill her with the seed of a black man, and he'd let her see 
for herself that it smelled the same, looked the same, and felt the same as 
anything her husband was able to pump into her. Man! His tongue told him she 
had one tight little pussy, and it wouldn't be much longer before his tongue 
was reaming her feminine tunnel as it had never been reamed before. 

Even her ass-hole smelled nice and clean. This was a woman who really knew 
how to take good care of herself. He rubbed it again and again with the tip 
of his nose as he unfurled his tongue into the delicious depths of her 
seething pussy. He reached lower with his tongue, touching her clitoral bud 
as his upper teeth munched lightly into her cuntal depths. He knew he had 
really gotten to her, washing his tongue over her clitoris, when she began 
violently quaking, and her ass-cheeks began slapping his facial cheeks and 
forehead. Ripples of licentiously lewd pleasure were shivering up and down 
along Esti's backbone. 

As she remained kneeling there, the humbled motel owner felt the tautness of 
her tiny pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking painfully into the smooth 
fabric of the sheet covering the mattress beneath her. 

It was happening again, only Esti realized this time it was happening a lot 
more quickly, not because the black man was a better pussy eater than Homer 
was, but simply because the moment her cunt felt his tongue, it knew it 
wanted more and opened up to receive as much of the oral digit as possible. 
There was a hidden beast raging inside of her, and it was taking total 
control of Esti's body, burning her up. She thought she would go completely 
out of her mind. 

Tantalizingly teasing the woman, the lustful-minded black truck driver 
pushed his face lower and deeper, catching her clitoris between his teeth 
and rolling the tiny throbbing bud around and around as he nibbled on it, 
feeling the little nubbin harden as blood filled it and it swelled and 
enlarged. 

He continued hungrily lapping away at it, slurping with his flattened 
tongue, causing the naked woman to wriggle in a desperate attempt to escape 
the ecstatically delightful assault on her violently trembling, seething 
femininity. She vainly did her best to clench and hold her firmly wriggling 
ass-cheeks together in the forlorn hope she might be able to close her mind 
to his continuing salacious attack, but he held her fleshy moons all the 
more tightly in his strong hands as his long fingers bit into her sensitive 
nakedness painfully whenever she did try tugging herself away. As a result 
she had a series of crisscrossing, bright red welts temporarily scarring her 
white buttocks. 

Esti's eyes were tightly shut, but the tears continued to stream like rain 
down her puffy cheeks. Why was her husband always away from her. Whenever 
she needed him he was never around. He waltzed off for two weeks at a time, 
with a weekend of sex in-between each two-week period, and he expected her 
to be the perfect wife and behave herself while he was off, and if the other 
truckers were to be believed, gallivanting with half the waitresses and 
maids in the state. 

But even as these thoughts continued to race through her agonizingly 
tortured brain, the alluringly positioned redheaded woman became 
shatteringly aware of the building of the same sensation in her belly she 
had eventually felt with Homer. There was a fiery hot flame raging in her, 
fanned by the tongue continually licking in her cuntal crevice, and she was 
finding it harder and harder to suppress the burning fire. 

"My God! My God!" she shouted out loud. "It's happening again. I don't want 
it to happen, but it's happening!" 

But even as the tortured sensations continued flaring through Esti's 
trembling body she heard Dell Pierce softly chuckling as her nakedly lush 
hips began to slowly and involuntarily rotate and grind around and around in 
a quietly steady cadence, making consistent concentric circles. All the 
while Dell continued to hungrily nibble on her stiffly throbbing clitoris. 

"OHHHHHHHHH. ... HHHHHHHHH-UUUNNNHHHHH ... PLEEEAAASSE", the lovely woman 
moaned, her mouth hanging half open, her eyes still letting out tears even 
though they were tightly shut. Little by little the tears stopped flowing, 
even though her cheeks remained reddened with shame, but now her head was no 
longer hanging down. It was tossed back, her curly red hair bouncing with 
the movement of her hobbling ass-cheeks as she gasped out loud, "PLEASE ... 
PLEASE ... STOP ... CAN'T STAND THIS ANY LONGER..." 

Dell was pleased with himself. Sure she wasn't able to stand it. No woman 
was able to take too much of his pussy lapping. He was an acknowledged 
expert, and when a cunt tasted as delectable as Esti's, he would have been 
glad to eat it the whole night. 

Pleased with himself and what he was doing, Dell stepped up the pace of his 
hungry ravishment, his mouth continuing to nibble at her treasured vaginal 
crevice, his tongue alternating between the pulsing little pink bubble of 
clitoral flesh as it swelled even more, and the sensitive fleshy flanges of 
her seething vagina. His hands had a tight, firm grip on her, keeping her 
solidly locked in place. He was well aware of her nakedly writhing and 
shivering body quaking spasmodically as her round hips writhed shamelessly 
against his tautingly swishing oral digit. 

Esti's tremblingly up-thrust ass-cheeks continued grinding harder and faster 
as she shoved her rounded hips back to meet his tongue's continually lewd 
and licentious probing of her interior. 

Though she fought it with every particle of inner resistance her reeling 
brain was capable of mustering, the extremely susceptible woman was only too 
well aware how rapidly she was starting to lose control of herself. 

"OHHHHHHH ... HHHHUUUUNNNN-HHHHH ... DAMN ... DAMN ... DAMN ... YOU SON OF A 
BITCH! IT FEELS SO GOOD ... SO GOOD ... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF IT ... 
OHHHHHH ... PLEEEAAAASSSSE..." she choked out, heavy droplets of 
perspiration turning to rivulets as they ran down her trembling spine to 
drip into the widespread furrow of her wantonly undulating buttocks. 

By now, Dell Pierce knew he had this woman exactly where he wanted her. She 
was his to do with as he pleased, and nothing was going to stop him now. 

With a last, electrifying little nibble of his lips, he finally released the 
tormenting grip on her lust swollen clitoris. She raised her head and tossed 
it back, thinking perhaps he was finished with her, and she cursed herself 
for inwardly hoping there was more. Secretly she knew her body needed more. 
It needed satisfaction now that it had been set on the road to orgasm. It 
needed more than one climax. It needed a whole string of them. 

Dell was letting his eyes run along the trestle of her spine to her red-dyed 
hair. He enjoyed seeing the way her entire being was shuddering and 
quivering, her hips continually grinding in their same steady rhythm as a 
low, mournful gasp slipped from her throat. 

"MORE!" she unwittingly said aloud. "I NEED MORE, DAMN YOU! DON'T STOP ... 
NOT NOW ... I ALMOST CAME!" 

His face widened as a leering grin split it. This was the time to fuck her, 
all right. He moved forward, bringing his ominously blood-stiffened penis 
directly into position, poising it at the fleshy entrance to her heatedly 
moist vaginal passage, the lust-bloated head brushing the tenderly soft 
pinkness of her hair-lined membranous curtains ever so slightly. 

Esti's mind, which had been whirling and spinning unrealistically, suddenly 
snapped back to a fleeting jolt of terrifying reality, and she was suddenly 
only too consciously aware of how close she had come to actually offering 
her body to this man on a platter. As his penis rubbed her cunt lips, she 
stiffened, saying, "NO! NOT THAT! I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO THAT! DON'T!" 

But Dell Pierce had been setting himself up for this all along. Heedless of 
her piteous pleas, the man drove forward firmly, burying his lasciviously 
swollen cock all the way to its hairy base in the wetly clasping warmth of 
her cringing vaginal crypt, ramming it to the very hilt with a single 
violently powerful surging snap of his rotating hips. The softly delightful 
yielding walls rippled aside in waves of tantalizing ecstasy as his 
pulsating, throbbing shaft of thoroughly impatient cockflesh filled the 
depths of her tender young passage completely, spreading her obscenely 
skewered vaginal lips very wide with his eager penis as it rammed so far 
into her, she thought it was filling her belly. 

"OOOOWWWAAAUUUGGGHHHH!" she softly gasped, her softly tender vaginal depths 
aflame with burning sensation as her tormentor's massively huge penis dug 
even deeper, continuing to painfully pierce the tenderness of her interior 
with the ruthlessness of his impaling thickness. 

"UUUUNNNHHHH ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... HAVE PITY," she begged. 

"If I pulled out now I wouldn't be having pity," Dell whispered. "Honey, get 
ready for the greatest fuck you've ever known." 

Her sighing cries were continuing fuel for the fire in the man's aching 
loins, and he began slamming his turgidly aroused penis all the way up into 
her narrowly constricting passageway, pushing it back and forth again and 
again and again. 

Dell was unable to believe how tight she was. He knew virgins who had been 
more open than this woman. She was unbelievable. To think, with something 
like this waiting for him here, her dumb husband was screwing up the entire 
countryside, leaving her fair game for any cock able to con her. 

She was too much ... too much. 

With his two hands, the man reached around the roundness of her lovely 
thighs and grasped her firm, slightly rounded belly, lifting her a little in 
order to achieve slightly deeper penetration. He heard her gasping for 
breath as his pulsating stiffness drove from behind, sinking deeper and 
deeper into the innocent depths of her tantalizingly delightful womanly 
interior. From the way she was moving it was obvious she had never been 
fucked in this position before. It was also obvious his cock was reaching 
into depths her husband's had never touched, probably because his was a 
smaller cock. But his was long enough to reach all the way into the deepest 
part of her and touch every nerve-ending in there and so drive her 
completely out of her mind. She was unquestionably his for the moment, and 
he intended giving her a fucking she would never forget. 

"COME ON, ESTI, BACK UPON THE OLD PECKER. SUCK IT INTO THAT CUNT OF YOURS, 
HONEY," he encouraged. 

His words made the forbidden licentious excitement Esti was feeling seem 
even more intense, and the adorably beautiful motel owner found herself 
grinding back harder and harder onto the thickness of his nakedly impaling 
shaft as she continually rocked her hips from side to side as his conquering 
phallus burrowed deeper and deeper into her defenseless vagina. Every 
delightful inward thrust brought new ripples of tantalizingly wicked desire 
coursing through her salaciously ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed 
nearly flat underneath her, but the smoothness of her delectably rounded 
buttocks, still waving high in the air, grinding upward to meet his cruelly 
plundering lunges had an erotic movement all their own. 

Dell's throbbingly swollen penis felt, to Esti, like a baseball bat that had 
been solidly shoved inside her stretched vaginal interior, but there was no 
longer any kind of pain attached to what the man was doing, just 
overwhelming waves of totally undiluted animal arousal that swept 
thrillingly over her in a surging fiery tide. 

Reaching beneath her wriggling, sweat-soaked, squirming pelvis, Dell Pierce 
lifted her body a little higher, slamming his throbbingly stiffened cock 
deeper, then deeper into the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-starved 
vaginal causeway. His fleshy spear of driving cock slipped in and out of her 
hungrily clasping vaginal sheath very easily now, coated with a profuse 
quantity of her lubricating juices, the excess seeping from her clinging 
vaginal lips to trickle down her smoothly quaking thighs. 

He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiffly throbbing member from the 
depths of her greedily munching vagina until only the bulbous tip remained 
between her tautly stretched cunt lips. like a hungrily voracious mouth the 
woman's wetly slavering cunt lips gripped the swollen knob of the man's 
eager phallus very tightly inside the warm shelter of her wetly clasping 
passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening lance of long, thick hardness 
to slide from their sucking grasp. There was no doubt about it in Dell 
Pierce's mind. This woman was his for the moment, and the two of them were 
seconds away from complete lascivious abandonment. 

"OH MY GOD! MY GOD! DON'T STOP NOW! DON'T STOP! YES..." she screamed. 
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! HARDER ... HARDER ... PLEASE ... HARDER ... KEEP ON 
... HARDER ... HARDER..." 

Dell knew the grand finale was close at hand, and with every ounce of 
strength left in his thrusting body, he pounded all the more violently into 
the eager depths of her steam-heated cunt, gritting his teeth and tightly 
clenching his muscles in a desperate effort to contain the seething flood 
that filled his testicles so painfully he was certain they would explode. 

He was going to climax. One more deep, grinding thrust, then another one, 
then another... 

"IIIII'MMMMM ... UUUNNNHHH ... THERRRRE ... 
AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" she screamed out loud..."DON'T 
STOP ... DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP..." 

Slamming his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis solidly against the woman's wildly 
grinding buttocks, the black man buried his throbbingly pulsating penis 
right up to the hilt in Esti's wet and juicy furrow, thrilling to the clasp 
of her greedily sucking vagina. With a loud, gasping cry of relief he felt 
his hotly surging sperm boiling up inside his cock. 

Pulling his penis from her cunt, he grabbed her hair and pulled her around, 
then shoved his pulsating organ into her mouth, saying, "YOU HAD A GOOD ONE, 
ESTI. NOW YOU CAN SUCK MY JIZZ, BABYYYYY ... 
AAAYYY-AAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAA-RRRGGGHHH AAAUUUWWWAAARRR-GGGHHH!" 

Esti sucked, the taste of sperm filling her mouth. She didn't swallow, and 
it came overflowing out of her mouth, running down her chin, onto her neck, 
leaking onto the bed. 

It was precisely at that moment that the door opened and Joe Calley walked 
in, a day early. He had left Rhoda after all, insistent on seeing for 
himself the truth about his wife. 

"My God! Esti!" he gasped. "You're disgusting!" 

"URRRGGHHHLLMMPPPP ... AAA-GGGGHHHH ... JOE ... JOE..." she gagged, 
splitting the white cream from between her lips, letting it fall on her 
breasts as she saw her husband standing in the doorway. 

"Those guys in the hall were right. They did see you in here with him. This 
ties it, Esti. I'm packing up and leaving, Esti. You and I are through. I 
promised your folks the dowry they gave me would look after you. Fine. You 
keep the motel. It's in your name. I'm going to Alabama and get me a quickie 
divorce. I don't want you to talk to me, and I don't want to hear another 
word from you. I see all there is to see, and there isn't a thing you can 
say that'll make me change my mind.' 

Turning he stomped out of the room, and Esti stared after him as the door 
shut. Outside the door, in the hallway, a crowd of truckers had gathered, 
and they had been peering in, looking at her naked body with Dell Pierce's 
sperm running down her throat and dripping onto her breasts. 

"My God!" Esti gasped. "What am I going to do? How can I get along without 
him? I need him?" 

"Do you love him?" Dell asked. 

"I-I don't know ... I guess so." 

"You're just used to him," Del told her. "He's kinda like a habit, a bad 
habit. You may not believe it now, Esti, but this is the best thing that 
could've happened to you. Any ass who walks out on a woman without listening 
to an explanation stinks in my book. Believe me, Esti, you're still young. 
You'll do better, lots better." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The next day was a gloomy one for Esti. Dell Pierce left in the early 
morning, and he left fifty dollars behind in addition to the price of his 
room. He also left a note telling Esti he would be back in a few weeks. 

Esti was miserable. Joe had kept his word, all right. He had packed up 
everything and had gone. Oddly, Esti's misery stemmed from the fact that she 
was used to Joe, and his not being around anymore was something she had to 
accept. For the first time she realized Dell Pierce was right. She didn't 
feel love for her husband beyond physical passion. But then, if the passion 
she felt for her husband, the same passion she was able to feel when being 
fucked-yes fucked-by those two other men wasn't love, did the emotion exist 
beyond the movies and romance novels? If so, would she ever discover it. 

If business had been good before, it doubled once again, and for the next 
two weeks profits really rolled in. At least she wouldn't starve . . .well 
not until the truckers discovered that she wouldn't put out. She was well 
aware this was why they came to the motel, every one of them. 

The following day, a limousine pulled up in front of the motel in the early 
evening. By that time Esti was out of her green uniform and wearing a simple 
cotton dress as she took her turn behind the motel desk. 

The man who walked in wore a five hundred dollar suit, an expensive tie, and 
had diamond rings on both hands. 

"Mrs. Calley? he asked, walking over to the front desk. 

He was a gaunt man, built along the lines of John Carradine when, the man 
had starred in Bluebeard, back in the late thirties. This man was very dark, 
almost like an Arab, and he had sunken, piercing eyes, a thin nose, and a 
large, handlebar mustache. 

"Yes," Esti nodded. "I'm Mrs. Calley." 

"I have a little business proposition I want to discuss with you, but I want 
to make certain we aren't overheard." 

"We can go into the office..." 

"I'd rather we go in my car." 

"Look, Mr., I don't even know you." 

"Forgive me, I'm Elihu Belson," he told her. 

"Belson? Belson Trucking?" 

"Precisely. I own the entire line. I'm thinking of making your place a 
mandatory truck stop for the men who work for the company. This way, you'll 
bill the company for whatever the men run up in expenses, and you'll be paid 
once a month, at the end of every month." 

"That sounds very interesting," Esti nodded. 

"Now will you come for a ride?" 

"Now," she nodded, "I'll come for a ride." 

She and Belson climbed into the rear of the limousine, and the chauffeur 
started the car up and drove off. 

"Now," Belson continued as the car drove slowly, "let's get down to 
business." 

Esti noticed the car windows were all one-way mirrors, where anyone inside 
was able to look out, but no one outside was able to see in. Everything 
about the limousine was pure luxury. 

"You just about summed everything up in the motel," she told him. "Look, I 
hope we don't stay out too long. I left Pat in charge of the desk, and she's 
not the most competent worker." 

"I saw her," Belson nodded. 'From now on you'd do better to keep her 
outside, pumping gas." 

"She's reliable," Esti replied. 

"Mmmmm. I think in the future you're going to need at least two or three 
other reliable women, all goodlookers like yourself." 

"What are you driving at?" Esti asked. 

"My outfit has well over two thousand trucks on the road today, and almost 
six hundred of them go past your motel every week." 

"Don't I know it," Esti nodded. "I also know that except for an occasional 
maverick, almost none of them stop at my motel." 

"How many units do you have in the motel?" 

"About a hundred and twenty," she told him. 

"By next year you'll be adding another three hundred and eighty, and even 
that won't be big enough." 

"Keep talking," Esti told him. 

"In the next year, I can arrange to have three hundred to five hundred 
truckers stopping at your motel each week for nightly layovers. All you have 
to do is send in a signed copy of their bills, and at the end of the month 
my accountant will send you a certified check for the amount. Right now, 
what's the average cost of a room for the night?" 

"Twenty dollars." 

"Fine, we'll pay twenty-five, plus..." 

"Plus?" 

"Plus whatever fee you deem reasonable for special services." "Special 
services?" 

"It's like this, Mrs. Calley. Our men have, on occasion, found themselves 
women who were afflicted with some minor social disease. Precious days were 
lost until they were cured. Now we're well aware of the human male need for 
feminine companionship. If our men were to get it from a reputable 
establishment..." 

"Mr. Belson, are you suggesting I open a whore house?" 

"To be perfectly frank, Mrs. Calley, that is precisely what I'm suggesting. 
It would be even nicer were you to become personally involved with those men 
making the largest hauls ... sort of to give them an incentive. This way, 
they'll stay with the company, be more than happy to continue on this 
particular run, and the company will not only save a lot of man hours, but 
will have greater profits since it's obvious there'll be less sick outs. 
Needless to say, you don't have to limit your ladies to our truckers, 
however, we do require preferential treatment." 

"Mr. Belson, what you're suggesting is monstrous." 

"Not at all," the man insisted. "It's a well known fact that your present 
troubles stem from your husband having caught you in flagrante delicto. If 
I'm being crude, it's to save time. I haven't the time for diplomatic 
nonsense. What we're trying is radically different. Obviously you won't be 
expected to offer yourself to every man who comes along, but each of our 
truck drivers will stop at your place because he'll know he'll not only have 
a place that will service his truck overnight, but he'll have good food, a 
warm bed, and a warm woman in the bed. If you're willing to agree to these 
terms, there's no reason why, after all expenses, you won't be able to clear 
at least thirty-five thousand dollars a year, and probably considerably 
more. Together, you and your husband didn't make anywhere near that kind of 
money. Fifteen or twenty years of something like this and you'll be able to 
have enough money saved up to retire and do whatever pleases you by the time 
you're fifty or fifty-five. Now I haven't the time to waste waiting for you 
to make a half-hearted, thought-over decision. I'm asking for an immediate 
decision right now. I'll let you select all your own women, and until you 
do, you won't be required to sleep with any more men in a week than you 
think you, yourself, can comfortably handle." 

Esti's head was in a whirl. The man was suggesting she become a whore. The 
idea was unthinkable ... and yet ... yet ... what choice did she have? It 
wouldn't be much longer before the other truckers saw she really wasn't 
putting out for anyone, and business would fall back to its level prior to 
the start of the flying rumors. She would have to struggle and eke out a 
living for the rest of her life. Retire? Hell! She'd be dead before fifty if 
she had to continue at the pace at which she had been working recently. With 
enough help, even if the motel was expanded to handle as many as five 
hundred separate guests at a time, she would be able to live like a decent 
human being. As for his suggestion that she sleep with truck drivers ... 
hell, she had slept with one for eleven years and it hadn't hurt her. 
Imagine, a man in bed almost anytime she wanted one. 

"All right, Mr. Belson," she nodded. "You have a deal." 

"Fine. I'll have the papers on your desk when we get back to the motel. I 
had the liberty of having them drawn up in anticipation of a possible 
agreement on your part. However, my driver will be taking the long, long way 
back, and I'd like to get a sample of what my men will be getting." 

"Sure," Esti nodded, already feeling like a hard-bitten tramp. "Why not! 
Sample the merchandise before buying." 

"Not exactly," Belson told her, pushing his hand inside her dress top, 
letting his fingers slide into the cup of her brassiere. He kept going until 
his squeezing fingertips were finally surrounding Esti's puffy pink nipple. 
"You see, I've made the purchase, sight unseen, and now that I've bought, 
I'd like to sample the goods. Speaking of goods, it seems as if I've found a 
particle of real value here," he chuckled. 

Good Lord! Esti thought, The man's a lecher, but he's also an out-and-out 
jerk. 

"I'm not the kind of man who appreciates working in the dark, if you get my 
meaning," Belson said to her, unzipping the back of her dress, "let's get a 
good look at those tits of yours and see what value my men will be receiving 
for my money." 

Esti sighed with resignation, finally nodding and shrugging her pretty 
shoulders, helping the morbidly gaunt tycoon slip her dress from her body. 
He was careful not to ruin it. Then he undid her brassiere and took it off 
as well, letting it fall on the floor of the car's rear. Her ripe breasts 
all but hit him in the eye as he turned her around to face him. 

"Oh damned!" Elihu Belson uttered, smiling wolfishly. His eyes were glued to 
the fullness of her lovely breasts, staring at the rich pinkness. "For a 
woman of your size you have the largest set of solid breasts I've ever 
seen." 

Esti began warming up to her task. Tycoons were no different than truck 
drivers when it came to sex. She gave the somewhat uncouth executive a broad 
grin. She knew that she was well stacked. Hell! Had she been six inches 
taller her breasts would have still been too large for her body. Her 
waistline was a mere twenty-one inches, and her size thirty-eight breasts 
with the D cups made her look extremely top heavy, until one was able to see 
how well-shaped the rest of her was. 

At the moment, Elihu Belson was not able to see too much of the rest of 
Esti's figure. He was concentrating his gaze on the slender woman's full 
breasts. Man! They were not only big, but were full and as firm as the 
breasts of any teenager. Their small pink tips had been very tiny dots, but 
the nipples were starting to grow inside the circles of delightful roseate 
color. Her jiggling breasts made the man hungrily salivate. 

"I see where you and I are really going to have some fun this evening," 
Belson grinned, bending low and sucking her right nipple into his anxious 
mouth. 

Without realizing it, Esti moaned as the man's warm mouth hungrily enveloped 
her lovely breast. Not since that night with Dell Pierce had any man touched 
her body. She had been so deep in a pit of self-pity that she had ignored 
the crying wants and needs of her physical being. Now she realized how 
hungry she was to be properly fucked. She was in dire need of love-all the 
more so now that her husband had abandoned her. Her simmering vagina was in 
need of a good stiff penis, and her mouth longed to fill itself with a male 
organ as well. She had become addicted to cocksucking in only one session, 
just as she ached to have her vagina lapped and her breasts constantly 
sucked. Even a hungry animal like Elihu Belson had lips, a tongue, and a 
cock. 

"Aha! I see you like the way I suck your tits," Belson chuckled. "You're 
certainly no iceberg. Let's see if that little pussy of yours is as hot as 
the rest of you." 

The trucking magnate continued sucking the nipple of Esti's right breast, 
violently nipping at the rubbery goodness of the tantalizing point in a way 
that caused all kinds of shuddering electrical sensations to run up and down 
Esti's moving spine. Her cunt opened and closed with seething passion as the 
woman with the dyed red hair felt herself shuddering with the desire to be 
fucked. Her fully swollen breasts were aflame with blistering desire. The 
nipples had grown to full size, solidly erect, and the hair covering her 
vaginal mount was already coated with the slickly heated juices seeping out 
and soaking the crotch of her thin white panties. 

Esti was unable to believe what was happening to her. Instead of demurring 
and being afraid, she was inwardly chastising herself for not having done 
something like this with other men. She gasped and quivered, softly moaning 
as this almost oafish gaunt man pawed and nibbled at the tenderness of her 
delectable flesh. For the first time she realized she was a highly desire 
commodity, and she was going to make the men pay, all right. 

"Fifty dollars," she gasped to Belson. 

"What?" he asked, absently. 

"In addition to twenty-five dollars for each room per night, I want an 
additional fifty dollars for those men requiring female companionship." 

"That's pretty steep," Belson snapped. 

"It's cheap and you know it," Esti told him. "I'm not only going to have to 
give half the money to the girls, but I have to pay for their room and 
board, and for the doctor I'll be forced to keep on the premises from now 
on. You see, every girl who works for me will have a daily checkup to make 
sure she hasn't contracted what you termed a social disease." 

"All right, all right, all right," Belson finally agreed, feeling very 
mindless, wanting her now no matter what the cost. 

Esti no longer felt ashamed for acting like a wanton, and pressed his head 
against her breast, allowing him to urge her on to any degrading act he 
might wish to perform. Horny as she was, she had total control over the 
situation, and she was going to make it pay and pay and pay. 

"You're one helluva woman," Belson told her, making her realize it was no 
longer necessary to maintain control over herself. Esti was panting like a 
bitch in heat, her arms tightly wound around Elihu Belson's neck, tugging on 
his head, pressing her heatedly burning lips into his hair as she pulled his 
face all the more firmly into her breasts, thrilling to the way his 
hungering mouth continued working on her nipples. Her vagina had become a 
swampy morass of oily, dripping lubrication, just waiting to feel a length 
of cock buried in it. 

"UMMMMMM ... OHHHHHHHHH ... HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHH . YESSSSSSS ... 
YESSSSSSSS ... YESSSSSSSS..." Esti crooned, her voice heavy with throbbing 
lust. "YESSSSSSSS ... SUCK MY BREASTS ... SUCK THEM, SUCK THEM, SUCK THEM!" 

Abruptly, the trucking magnate pulled away from her, and as she lay against 
the back of the rear seat, noting the chauffeur had not once taken his eyes 
off the road, she watched Belson remove his clothing ... first the jacket, 
then unzipping and pulling down his pants, tugging them off without removing 
his shoes, and finally his removing his undershorts, revealing his throbbing 
cock. Though she had seen bigger, Esti had to admit she had also seen 
smaller. It was a wholesome cock, big enough to do a more-than-satisfactory 
job in the teeming tunnel of her anxious vagina. 

"My goodness!" she gasped, pretending to be astonished at the length and 
breadth of the man's cock, knowing all men, even those who had two-inchers, 
were vain about their penises. 

"It's all for you today, little lady," the hungrily anxious Belson told her, 
beaming. "Come ahead and take a little taste of it with your tongue and get 
it nice and wet before I push it into that lovely little pussy of yours." 

"Yes, sure," she nodded. 

"In the meantime, I'm going to fill my hands with those big tits of yours 
and really enjoy myself," he told her. 

Esti wondered if she ought to protest a little and create the impression the 
man was conquering her, but Belson was already forcing her head down into 
his lap and she decided he wouldn't really appreciate any teasing on her 
part. She smelled the heady aroma of his penis, and she realized her mouth 
was watering. This was ridiculous, but it was true. Her mouth was watering. 
Dell Pierce had done something to her when he had fired his seed into her 
mouth. Now she salivated at the mere thought of a penis, and sucking one 
made her that much hotter. Having sucked that of Dell, the biggest, thickest 
cock in creation, she knew she would be able to handle this penis with no 
trouble whatsoever. It would be amusing to make him shoot in her mouth, and 
then see if he was capable of raising another erection in a short time. 

"AAAAAANNNNNHHHHHHHH! THAT'S MORE LIKE IT! Belson gasped, sighing with 
thrilled satisfaction as the lovely woman's mouth opened wide enough to 
engulf the huge dome that was his cockhead. 

The man writhed a little on the seat, driving a few more inches of his 
mammoth organ into the tight depths of the woman's tightly sucking mouth. 
The pretty redhead continued gulping and swallowing more and more of the 
length of his stiff cock, forcing her throat to relax so she was able to fit 
more of the phallic length into her mouth as the head pushed into the 
tightness of her narrow gullet. 

"OHHHHHHHHH ... YYYYYEEEEE-AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! THAT'S THE RIGHT WAY TO DO IT, 
HONEY," Belson sighed, urging two more inches of his thick prick down her 
throat. 

Esti tensed for a moment, and as a result she almost gagged. Then she 
relaxed, and the man's hands left her head and went to her breasts again, 
and the wantonness of what her mouth was doing to his cock, added to the 
continually mounting heat caused by the pressure of his fingers were causing 
flames to build higher and higher in the seething depths of her aching 
vagina. The sucking woman squirmed and rolled her body around until she had 
her vagina, still covered by panties, grinding against the upholstery. Her 
clitoris was rubbing against the delicately white, wet nylon of her bikini 
panties, and the thrilling waves of over-flowing satisfaction bubbling up 
from the depths of her sucking pussy combined with the thrilling jolts of 
pleasure caused by the pressure of the man's fingers as they continued 
manipulating her tender nipples were driving her wild. The sensations 
continued coursing through her body, inundating the woman with fiery 
ecstasy, making her suck all the more firmly as she realized that deep down 
she had always wanted to be a wanton tramp. Now, at last, it was all going 
to come true. 

. "OMMMMMMGGGGGGMMMMMLLLLL-RRRRGGGGHHHHMMMPHHHHHHHH!" the lovely lady 
gurgled, his cock continually piercing her esophagus, trying to push even 
farther into her. 

"HHHHUUUNNNHHHH!AAANNNNHH!" the gasping Belson wailed, ramming that last 
little inch of his throbbing cock into the narrow depths of Esti's tiny 
throat. "OOOOOOOOH! YOU'RE ONE HOT BITCH! SUCK IT! SUCK IT! KEEP ON SUCKING 
IT!" 

Esti gagged and gasped, forcing herself to swallow her own saliva mixed with 
his oils to keep herself from drowning. Her mouth made one noisy gulp after 
another. The taste of a juicy cock in her mouth added to the friction of his 
hands on her breasts, plus the pressure of her vagina rubbing against the 
upholstery, moving frantically back and forth, was filling Esti with 
pleasure the like of which she had thought unimaginable. 

"GONNA SHOOT.. .GONNA SHOOT..." the anxious man suddenly screamed out loud, 
pressing his hands on the back of Esti's head, cramming her mouth all the 
way down on his throbbing cock. "IT'S HEEEEEEERE ... OHHHHHHHHHHH ... 
YYYYYYEEEEEE-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGG- 

HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHH! he bellowed. 

A fire hose full of seething sperm boiled up into the tightness of the 
woman's sucking mouth. The overpowering pressure of his shooting semen 
almost ripped the flesh lining the palate of Esti's mouth as well as the 
delicate flesh in her gullet. Somehow, the vivacious redheaded woman kept 
her throat clamped on the corona of his violently geysering penis as a 
continuing torrent of seething semen burst from his spasming cock. 

"UUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGLLLLLL-MMMMMMPHHHHHAAAAAWWWWWW-AAAAAUUUGGHH!" the woman 
gurgled, and this time, instead of letting the semen run from the corners of 
her mouth, she swallowed, drinking more and more of it, not believing 
herself capable of doing it as she somehow managed to continue sucking the 
hot fluid as quickly as it emerged from the head of his penis. 

"OHHHHHHHH ... YESSSSSSSS ... THATTA GIRL! I HAD A FEELING THE MOMENT I SAW 
YOU THAT YOU REALLY KNEW HOW TO SUCK A COCK. THE BOYS DIDN'T EXAGGERATE 
ABOUT YOU." the man sighed with delighted pleasure as she drank the spurting 
cream from his throbbing cock. "LICK IT ALL DOWN, HONEY. JUST KEEP DRINKING 
AND SUCKING. THATTA GIRL!" 

Esti mumbled softly, her small mouth still eating and sucking the last few 
dribbles of the trucking magnate's heavy flow. She ought to have hated 
herself for having given in so easily, but the more she sucked, the more she 
found she liked doing it, and she wasn't the least bit sorry about having 
done it. Now that the intense feeling was leaving his body and his cock was 
shrinking in her mouth, Esti realized she had enjoyed the pressure of it in 
her throat. Had the penis remained swollen just a little bit longer, she 
would have had a climax of her own, in her throat. That would have really 
been something. 

Spitting the spent penis out of her mouth, semen still clinging to the 
organ, the redheaded woman sat up on the seat and pulled her soft breasts 
from the greedily grasping fingers of the man with whom she was going into 
business. 

Picking up her brassiere, she was attempting to put it back on when she was 
suddenly aware the car had stopped. Not only had it stopped, but they were 
parked in a small lane of trees, and with the darkness now just about 
descended, it would have been impossible for the car to be seen unless 
someone walked right up to it. 

"Hey, Mr. Belson, just what the devil is going on here?" she wanted to know, 
and suddenly stiffened as she realized the window between the front and back 
seat had been lowered, and the chauffeur was leaning over the rear of the 
front seat and cupping her breasts with his two hands from behind. 

Esti squirmed and turned, realizing she had been so busy fellating Elihu 
Belson and concentrating on her own enjoyment that she had totally ignored 
the chauffeur. He was climbing over into the huge rear seat. 

"Ahhh, Mrs. Calley, this is Alan, my chauffeur. I think you'll find him 
every bit as enjoyable as me. While I'm recovering, Alan will play with you, 
and afterward, the three of us will play sandwich." 

Alan was a tall, handsome, younger man with large, broad shoulders, and he 
grinned gratefully at his employer, displaying a set of perfect white teeth. 
He wasted no time in undoing his uniform pants, and like his boss, pulled 
them off while leaving his shoes on. His shorts were next to go. 

All this time, Esti, taken totally aback by what was happening, stared, 
unable to believe it. A boss, sharing his woman with his chauffeur. 

"You must have very little respect for me to just turn me over to the hired 
help," Esti snapped at Belson. 

"Don't be ridiculous," Belson replied. "Alan drives for me, just like the 
men who wheel my trucks. If you wish, charge off what he does to you. Your 
first fifty dollar payment, if you will, but don't be snobbish. As you can 
see, Alan is as well built as I am. Just relax and enjoy it." 

"Well, nobody asked me," Esti snapped again. 

"Oh, cut the crap and come here already," Alan insisted, squeezing her 
breasts. 

"Oh, no you don't," the lovely motel owner desperately cried out, doing her 
best to anxiously tug and yank her full mammaries from the chauffeur's 
squeezing fingers. 

"Oh, yes I do," Alan insisted, his voice a pleasant baritone, filling the 
closed car. 

The strong young man closed his fingers firmly around the woman's nipples, 
pinching them until the lovely female was moaning, feeling actual pain 
because of the pressure. He squeezed even harder, making the buds tingle, 
and Esti gasped, feeling pain in her breasts she had never known before as 
the agony shot through her like burning embers of coal. Even so, bad as it 
hurt, she was determined not to scream. 

"Let's stop all this nonsense, Mrs. Calley," the youthful chauffeur 
insisted. "I don't want to hurt you. All I want to do is fuck you a little. 
I'm after your lovely ass. So be good enough to pull down your panties and 
bend over. Make it easy for both of us." 

Esti was still afraid, and looked up in somewhat frightened disbelief at 
Elihu Belson. The trucking company owner smiled wisely at her, doing 
absolutely nothing to stop his employee. Indeed, the lovely lady noticed 
somewhat bitterly as she kneeled there that her predicament was building 
heat in the magnate, and his soft penis was stiffening again. She quivered a 
little as she felt the driver's hands touching her buttocks. 

"Come on, come on," Belson said to her. "This is all in good fun. You might 
say this final sandwich will seal the deal. Be a good girl, huh." 

Though Esti did nothing to help Alan, she didn't stop him when he began 
peeling down her panties. He even pulled them from her feet, one at a time, 
and dropped them on the front seat. Then he hoisted her half slip up around 
her waist, completely baring her vagina and rear end. At the moment she 
looked like a little child with cloth wrapped around her waist, but 
otherwise totally naked. Belson leaned forward and pulled the half slip up 
and off her body, now leaving her completely nude. As far as he was 
concerned, she looked better that way. 

"From what I saw, looking in on the tail end of that blow job, she sucked 
fantastically," Alan was saying. "Let's see if she can move her ass as well 
as she can move her head." 

Alan squatted behind her, actually sitting on one of the two jump seats as 
she stood bent-over, slowly pushing his thick cock into the wet slit between 
her vaginal lips. He encountered no resistance whatsoever other than the 
natural tug of her inner membranes as he rammed his penis the entire length 
into her seething pussy, getting it all coated with her slick vaginal 
juices. He slapped his cock in so hard, his testicles thwacked solidly 
against her clitoris. The pressure of his cock in her vagina made Esti that 
much more inflamed, and she quivered, gasping out an involuntary sigh. It 
was a sound of pure and total pleasure as the long, thick cock sank to its 
full length in the tight depths of her steaming inner tunnel. 

"She has one tight cunt, Mr. Belson," Alan told his employer, smiling, 
giving Esti a few hasty thrusts of his massive lance to emphasize his point 
as sucking sounds echoed throughout the car. "I think you'll really enjoy 
this juicy little vagina. Especially when I make it even tighter." 

"I have no doubt I will," the trucking magnate nodded, watching intently as 
his handsome chauffeur tugged his throbbing cock from the depths of Esti's 
narrow cunt, and then placed the glistening tip of his ramrod-like spear 
firmly against the tiny pucker of her ass-hole. 

"Time to have fun with a flesh gun," Alan laughed out loud, and slowly 
pushed the thick head of his cock against her ass-hole. 

"UUUUUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!" Esti gasped, first realizing now what the chauffeur 
was trying to do. He was going to fuck her ass literally. When he had said 
something about her ass before, she had accepted it as the vernacular for 
wanting her vagina. She'd had no idea he actually meant her rectum. Totally 
unprepared for what he was doing, she didn't have a chance to tighten her 
sphincter, and as a result, the heavy prick pushed past the muscular ring 
and began instantly burying itself in the depths of her anus. The idea of 
anal sex had never once occurred to her, and thinking about it now made her 
consider it a depraved thing. 

Esti had thought Dell Pierce a pervert when he had made her suck his cock, 
and again, afterward, when he had fired his sperm down her throat. Now she 
was fast realizing there was no such thing as perversion when it came to sex 
... certainly not as far as men were concerned. Her fists had tightened into 
knuckled balls, and she almost bit into her tongue, gritting her teeth to 
hold back the agony she was feeling. She knew the chauffeur would not stop 
until the entire length of his penis had penetrated her narrow rectum and 
colon. 

Alan was as horny as the proverbial bull moose. He smiled as he drove his 
long cock into the tightness of the woman's squeezing, quivering ass, 
enjoying the way her cheeks trembled. He shoved harder and harder until 
every pulsing inch was crammed into the heated narrow dryness of her rectal 
channel. 

"HHHHHAAAAUUUUNNNNGGGHHH!" the redheaded woman choked, feeling the weight of 
the man's hairy testicles slap against her dribbling pussy as the head of 
his penis buried itself in her large intestine. 

"See, Mr. Belson," Alan laughed. "I knew I'd fit without too much trouble." 

Both men laughed as the chauffeur tugged his throbbing cock halfway out of 
her ass, and then proceeded to hammer it right back in again. 

"THE HELL IT FITS," Esti gasped, feeling pain. "YOU ... UHHHH ... LOUSY SON 
OF A BITCH ... AAAANNNNHHHH ... YOU'RE KILLING ME..." 

The two men roared with delight, and Alan began regularly pumping the 
throbbing penis in and out of her rectal opening with strong repeated 
strokes. Again and again his stiffly heated masculine organ barreled in and 
out of the glove-tightness of Esti's bunghole. 

The woman whimpered with anguish, then looked up at despair at Elihu Belson. 
She wanted to plead with him to make the chauffeur stop, but by now she knew 
pleading only incensed men even more, and she bit back her pleas. She 
noticed Belson's cock was once again as stiff as a piece of lead pipe, and 
she wondered if he expected her to blow him while she was suffering this 
anguish. 

"Now, dear lady, it's time to see if you'll be able to take on two of my 
truckers at the same time," Belson told her. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"I mean it's time to see how you react as the filling in a sandwich. You're 
about to be double-fucked. 

The lovely woman's mind was churning and spinning because of the pain she 
was feeling, as well as the confusion at having been so easily worked into 
this. She knew the man hadn't taken her for a ride simply to fuck her, but 
if, for any reason whatsoever, he didn't have all the contracts he promised 
he'd have, she'd find some way to castrate him before he drove off. What the 
hell was a double fuck anyway? She wondered what he meant by saying she was 
about to become the filling in a sandwich. 

"Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped. 

"It's simple," Belson laughed. "While my chauffeur fucks your ass, I will 
proceed to fuck your cunt, which is now considerably tighter because of the 
pressure of his cock in your ass." 

"YOU'RE ... UUUNNNNHHHH ... CRAZY!" Esti gasped. "PLEASE ... NO! YOU CAN'T 
FUCK ME AT THE SAME TIME ALAN DOES. MY VAGINA'S TOO NARROW. YOU'LL RIP ME 
APART ... PLEASE ... N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O..." 

Even as she cried out, she saw Belson sliding forward on the seat, using his 
legs to prop her thighs apart as he stared up into her bent-over face. Alan 
was pushing her forward and down, and she found her knees pressing into the 
upholstery on either side of Belson's thighs as her puckered cunt hovered 
over his long prick. Belson gripped his cock and held it upright, and Alan 
shoved harder, pushing her down, down, down. Her labia touched the tip of 
his penis and quivered, but Esti found herself helpless to fight these men. 
She was unable to resist what they were doing to her. The heavy knob of 
Belson's glans pushed, parting her tiny little defenseless vaginal mouth 
with such pressure that there was actually an audible pop. The incredibly 
stiff and throbbing length of penis attached to the trucking magnate shoved 
itself farther and farther into the narrow corridor of the redhead's vagina. 

"OHHHHHH ... UUUUNNNNHHHHHH ... NO ... NO ... NO..." Esti whined as the 
second penis pushed into her, making her feel as if her soaking pussy and 
raw rectum were about to be torn open. She was crying now, sobbing, and she 
found the pain unbearable as the rhythmic tempo of the two men increased. 
They found the beat, so to speak, and the two began drilling their pricks 
ever deeper into her rectum and vagina, each rubbing against the other with 
an elastic membrane of flesh the only thing separating them. She felt 
speared right up to her heart, and yet Esti found herself automatically 
moving in rhythm with the two penises. 

"YES, THATTA WAY, YES," the owner of the trucking company gasped, reaching 
forward and grabbing Esti's full and hobbling breasts. "THAT'S THE WAY TO DO 
IT. JUST KEEP PUMPING YOUR BODY BACK AND FORTH, RIDE BOTH COCKS, AND SOON 
YOU'LL BE SUCKING THE HOT SPERM OUT OF THE TWO OF US." 

Esti wondered if she was becoming as perverted as the two men. Inwardly she 
ached to tell Elihu Belson she didn't want his vile fluids spurting into her 
genital area, but his aroused words caused her to glance down at the way he 
was plugged into her. Even though she had once again tried fighting it, Esti 
realized her body was betraying her again, and there just wasn't a thing she 
was able to do about it. Her brown-fringed pussylips were solidly sucking on 
the man's solidly up-thrust shaft as surely as her mouth had sucked, and her 
breasts felt as if they were palpitating beneath the heavy pressure of the 
man's squeezing fingers. She realized the pain in her rectum was slowly 
fading away now, and her round ass-cheeks were rolling back to meet each of 
Alan's solid lunges, continually letting him push his cock right to the 
balls in her bunghole. 

"OHHHHH ... HHHHHUUUUUNNNNN-HHHHH..."she murmured, no longer trying to fight 
back the delicious heated pulsations she felt in her rectum and tantalized 
vagina. The pain continued fading away, completely overcome and superseded 
by the burning, throbbing waves of delectable pleasure. 

Sure enough, it was happening again. She was enjoying the sexual contact, 
even though it felt depraved. 

The voluptuous Esti had to confess to herself that the throbbing, thrilling 
dilations taking place in her vagina and rectum, added to the thrills she 
was feeling in her breasts, was as strong as anything she had ever felt with 
her own husband. The flashes of delight were becoming so overpowering and 
intense she was starting to gasp and thrill with every thrust. Now, more 
than ever, she realized Joe had been more of a habit on whom she had come to 
depend, rather than a man she loved. As far as she was concerned, love was 
for fairytales from now on. 

"UNNNNHHHH ... OHHHHH ... AAA-NNNNNHHHH ... YESSSSS ... OOOOOH--. . . 
HHHHAAAAANNNNHHH ... MORE..." she gasped out in a lust-filled voice charged 
with desire. 

"YEAH, LADY, YEAH!" Alan continued groaning. "YOU WANT IT ... UNNNHHHH ... 
DON'T . . .UUUNNNHHH . . .YOU! YOU WANT MY HOT SPERM FILLING YOUR ASS." 

Esti wanted it all right, but she was beginning to discover a certain amount 
of self-control. This time she had no intention of admitting how much she 
enjoyed what was happening to her, or how much she wanted to feel more of 
it. It was time to make herself that much more desirable by appearing vague 
in terms of what she was feeling. Even if she felt as if the whole world was 
exploding, she would never again put into words what men such as these 
wanted to hear. 

"Come on, tell us," Belson insisted, stopping his thrusts into her vagina. 

"That's right," Alan insisted, chortling as he followed his employer's lead, 
no longer stroking his throbbing cock into the woman's crushing rectum. 

This time Esti was not to be denied her victory. She knew they wanted to 
finish fucking her even more than she wanted to be fucked, and so she 
silently half-sat, half-knelt there, the thicknesses of the two swollen 
penises lodged inside her, all but splitting her open, making her want them 
to slice her right down the middle with the lust she was feeling. The 
pressure of their cocks continued building thrills in her, for even though 
they had stopped moving, both penises were flexing inside her, building the 
sensations in her higher and higher. She was feeling a tingling sensation in 
her rectum as the thick cock pressed against heated nerve endings in there, 
letting her know she was about to have a dual orgasm. She was going to 
climax in both her vagina and rectum simultaneously. 

"N-no!" she gasped. "I won't say a thing. If you men want to pull out, you 
just go ahead and do it. Otherwise, shut up and fuck!" 

"Wise bitch!" Alan gasped. 

"Fuck or get out of my ass," she gasped. 

"Seems we don't have much choice," Elihu Belson laughed, realizing he'd 
picked himself a real winner here. She wouldn't take any nonsense from his 
crew. Yeah, she'd handle them all right, and keep all of them in line. 

Alan was unable to speak at this point. He simply shoved his long, thick 
cock deep into the tightness of the woman's rectum, and he began working it 
circularly, around and around and around. The pressure intensified the 
feelings in Esti's vagina, as her cunt narrowed around Belson's cock, and 
the upper wall, with all the over-sensitive nerve endings quivered and 
shuddered, building the heat to greater heights in the thrilled woman's 
shuddering torso. 

"OHHHHHHNNNNNHHHHHH! AAAAA-NNNNHHHHHH! YESSSS ... GOOD ... 
AAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA!"a
Alan bellowed out loud, and proceeded to splatter a jet of heatedly sticky 
white sauce into her large bowel. 

The onslaught of boiling, bubbling semen in the depths of her rectum 
released another set of shivering tremors in the lust-fired body of Esti 
Calley. The lovely woman with the dyed red hair moaned and felt delirious 
joy rampaging through her shuddering body. 

"OHHHHHHH . . .YYYYYEEEEEAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!" Elihu Belson 
bellowed, and he began spurting what was left of his semen into the narrow 
tightness of her orgasming vagina. 

Spurt after spurt of heatedly warm semen filled the woman's wriggling body 
in both lower holes as the two men emptied the contents of their balls into 
her. All too soon it came to an end, and Esti realized she would have gladly 
taken more, had the men been physically capable of it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Eight months passed. Spring turned to summer, summer turned to fall, and 
fall became winter. The new wing to ESTI'S was going up in spite of the icy 
weather, and in a few more months it would be completed. Elihu Belson had 
greatly underestimated the kind of money Esti would be making. In the eight 
months since she had signed the agreement with Belson, she had, after taxes 
and expenses, netted almost twenty thousand dollars, almost all of which 
went into ten percent six month certificates in the bank. Once the new 
section of the motel was completed, she expected to net more than twice as 
much, probably closer to four times as much. 

Esti was a tyrant when it came to running her motel, but everyone who worked 
for her loved her. The women were all young ladies, many fresh out of 
college, undecided about how to make a living, not wanting to be stuck in a 
secretarial job from nine to five. Most of them laid on their backs two or 
three times a day with a different trucker each time, then spent the rest of 
the day lying in a bathing suit around the new, heated indoor pool in a room 
enclosed by thrmal glass that allowed onlookers to see them clearly. 

Esti's became more than a stopping off place for truckers. Many salesmen 
also stopped by. True, Esti had to grease the local sheriff and give him his 
pick of the girls whenever he was horny, which was usually once or twice a 
week, but she was still clearing an unbelievable fortune. 

Because Pat had been with her when things were at their worst, Esti kept the 
plain-faced woman on as a maid, doubling her salary. 

She kept in direct touch with Elihu Belson by phone, and as a result knew 
which truckdrivers were deserving of "special attention." That particular 
January afternoon, she received a phone call from Belson telling her one of 
his better high bailers was heading in her direction for the first time. His 
name was Milton Daster, and he had been in the trucking business for nearly 
fifteen years, but this was the first time he was given a route that took 
him past Esti's place. As a result, Belson wanted Esti to be especially nice 
to him. 

It was nearly suppertime when Daster pulled in. He was about 
five-feet-seven-inches tall, balding, and what hair he did have left was 
gray. He had clear blue eyes and a no-nonsense look about him that told Esti 
he was a man who had enjoyed many women in many places. When the lovely 
blonde desk clerk saw his registration card, she buzzed for Esti, who was in 
her office, and the ravishing owner of the motel came out to personally 
greet Daster. 

"Hi," she said to him, shaking his hand. "I'm Esti, and you're welcome 
here." 

Daster's eyes ran up and down her body, covered as it was with a pink silk 
robe that showed nothing, yet seemingly revealed everything. 

"I was told to make a point of stopping here," Daster said to her. "I'm 
tired. Is my room ready?" 

"I'll show you to it myself," Esti said, smiling. 

The room had been completely remodeled and it was the most fantastic room 
Daster had ever seen. Actually, it was Esti's private bedroom, and this was 
where she entertained those in need of "special attention." It looked more 
like a motion picture set than a motion picture set did. Everything was red 
satin mingled with mirrors. The enormous rectangular bed was on a raised 
dais at the far end of the room, giving it the appearance of a throne. At 
the other end of the bedroom there was a sunken marble sauna bath, right in 
the bedroom itself. The room had been designed to Esti's express 
specifications, and had everything in it short of the proverbial kitchen 
sink. 

Esti wasted no time. She knew the man needed a lot of sleep if he was going 
to continue his deliveries in the morning, and she smiled at him, giving him 
a true burlesque treatment, knowing this was what the hard-bitten truckers 
appreciated most of all. She strip-teased in front of him, doing a little 
dance, letting him admire her freshly bathed body in the flesh and in the 
mirrored walls all around. She had worked at improving her already 
magnificent figure, and now it was superb. Trim, lithe, athletic, like that 
of a tennis player or swinging champion. Everything was compactly in place. 
Her breasts were more swollen than ever before, almost totally out of 
proportion with the rest of her body, giving the impression she was slightly 
top heavy. Esti smiled, watching his eyes glue themselves to her breasts. 
She'd never met a man who hadn't gone crazy over her mammarial glands. 

Milton Daster watched her with glistening eyes, his mind already 
anticipating what was to come. Sure he'd seen lots of bare-assed dames 
before, but he had to admit this was one special woman, and he intended 
really enjoying her. With them it was business-screwing for money. Esti had 
assured Daster she was interested in him for himself, telling him she wanted 
no money whatsoever from the man. This swelled his already inflated ego even 
more. His cock was already throbbing, twitching and drooling in his 
underpants as he stared at the deliciously naked loveliness of the woman. 

"You're really something," he said, breathing heavily. "A guy doesn't 
normally get a reception like this. I heard all kinds of rumors about this 
place, but I found it impossible to believe, until now. Tell me, what do I 
get?" 

"Whatever you want," Esti told him. "But, to be honest, I hope you want to 
fuck me as well as having your cock sucked. I mean a woman gets very hungry 
drinking all that soup while being fed such a little bit of meat." 

"Shit! I'm going to give it to you seven ways from Sunday," he snapped, and 
he reached out and grabbed her large breasts as she walked into reach, 
squeezing them like a cooking expert testing a pair of honeydew melons. They 
were ripe, all right, at the peak of eating perfection, but that would wait. 
He hurriedly began removing his clothing, letting everything fall where it 
landed. Esti would have his clothes freshly laundered by the time he was 
ready to leave in the morning. 

"You're nicely hung," she said, at first a little disappointed, inwardly, 
because his soft penis looked so tiny. 

"You can use that sweet mouth of yours to make it nice and big, and don't 
worry. You aren't going to get the jizz down your throat." 

His hands gripped her shoulders and he made her kneel in front of him. She 
stared at his hairy chest, his slightly round belly, and then his firm 
thighs on the way down. 

"Yes, lord and master," she whispered, making him feel all powerful over 
her. 

Milton Daster was a no-nonsense man. When with a woman for whom he paid good 
money, he brooked no interference on her part in what he wanted. However, 
this was the first time in a long time he was with a woman for whom he 
hadn't paid, and he was enjoying himself, giving orders. Not used to a woman 
accepting him for himself, he had been worried about the relationship 
between them. When he paid he had a right to call all the shots. Now that he 
wasn't paying, he was worried that she might try taking control of the 
situation. Therefore, when he put his hands on her shoulders and she sank to 
her knees, he was more than a little pleased. 

Esti was now on her knees on the rich, lush blue carpeting in the room. Her 
face was directly in front of his seething crotch. His was the strangest 
cock she had ever encountered, seemingly retracting until nothing but the 
purple-tinted, circumcised tip was visible inside a mass of gray pubic hair. 
It reminded her of one of the girls who worked for her, who had tiny little 
nipples that" seemed to retreat into her breasts until her pink areolae were 
two silver dollar-sized circles with what looked like tiny bullet holes in 
them. However, once the girl became sexually aroused, when a man played with 
her swollen breasts, the two nipples popped out like a pair of pink 
thimble-sized beauties. Esti soon discovered Milton Daster's cock was the 
exact same thing, only penilely instead of mammarially. It was like an 
old-fashioned hand telescope that seemingly swelled and grew in sections. 

"Come on, come on," Daster said impatiently. "I'm not one of your 
run-of-the-mill guys. I can make my cock grow almost instantly after 
shooting off. Take my cock in your mouth." 

"I thought I wasn't supposed to get soup," she teased. 

"All good meals require soup before meat," he told her. "Don't worry. I've 
never failed yet. Suck me off, drain my balls, and you'll see, I'll fuck you 
afterward, but good." 

"Sure now?" 

"If you swallow every last drop of my sperm, I promise you won't leave here 
without being solidly fucked." 

Esti leaned forward and took the ripe purple head in her sucking mouth. It 
was like sucking in a fat strawberry. She used her tongue to wash it and 
tickle it, then squeezed the glans with her lips and guns. Almost 
immediately it began to swell and erect like a huge sectional flagpole. In a 
matter of mere minutes she found herself pumping her head back and forth, 
taking long strokes, straining, forcing the tip into her gullet as she 
worked to get her mouth to cover all of it. Her lips pressed down on the 
hair-surrounded base, and she was barely able to touch his scrotum sac with 
the tip of her tongue. 

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," Daster gasped. "YOU GOT SOME TERRIFIC MOUTH THERE, BABY. 
NOW USE A HAND TO PLAY WITH MY NUTS, AND USE A FINGER IN MY ASS," he 
insisted, playing the role of dominant male to the hilt. 

Esti smiled to herself, then set about sucking his throbbing cock in 
earnest. Soon she was making a constant round trip all along the full length 
of the organ, moving from the knobby tip with the slit in it right down to 
the base, where his scrunched-up testicles hung. Then she would slide her 
mouth from the organ and let her tongue lick along the urethra pressing 
against the underside from within. Her trickling tongue moved around and 
around, the tip making little barber pole patterns, like some orally erotic 
maypole dance. Occasionally she'd stop licking it and blow cool air all over 
it, watching the effect her whispering breath had on the fiery meat covered 
with a mixture of her saliva and his penile oil. Then she would slide her 
lips right back down, moving her head slowly, torturously. 

Her lips would go to the base, then slide all the way back. Then she would 
take the head tentatively into her mouth, licking and sucking the glans and 
corona, making the man go wildly out of his mind. Daster had to admit she 
was really terrific. He loved everything she was doing to his orally 
tortured tool, but he wanted more. He wanted all she had to offer. Reaching 
down, he grabbed her by the ears and pulled her all the way down on it 
violently. 

Esti pulled her mouth from his cock, then said, "Let go of my ears, Mr. 
Daster. I know what I'm doing. You'll see. Just stand there and enjoy it." 

Her mouth began working on his throbbing cock in earnest, giving it the kind 
of oral massage that had made her name a legend in the past few months. She 
did it ever so slowly, sucking it in a bit at a time, sliding all the way 
forward, gulping the throbbing head into her throat, then pulling all the 
way back until the glans were trapped between her gently nipping teeth. Then 
her head was moving forward again, and she was sucking more of it inside, 
tugging it down her throat even deeper, pulling it into her gullet in 
stages, deeper and deeper, the way his penis had seemingly grown. 

"Holy shit!" he gasped. "Lady, you are one incredible cocksucker!" he 
informed her, telling her something dozens of his compatriots had previously 
told her as he stared at the way she gobbled his throbbing lance. He ran his 
fingers through her hair, half petting her head, half urging her to take 
down every last little bit of his pulsating penis to the last little 
millimeter. 

Esti didn't have to be told just how good she was when it came to 
cocksucking. Thanks to Dell Pierce, who showed up at the motel once or twice 
a month, she had become addicted to fellatio, and was well aware from this 
man who had the biggest of all cocks and who, with her present, had fucked 
and been blown by every one of her girls, that when it came to sucking 
prick, she was a queen, and was also well enough aware to know just why she 
was so good. She had become so expert at it for the simple reason she 
enjoyed it. Most women sucked on the head of a man's prick, as if they were 
doing him some kind of ultimate favor. They sucked as if they were slurping 
on the head of a cobra. Their mental attitude was, "Must I? Do I have to do 
this?" But ever since the night Dell Pierce had fired his seed into her 
mouth, Esti's attitude had been, "Yummy! I can't wait to do it!" Even though 
she liked fucking even more than sucking, she loved sucking a good cock, and 
this was what made her such a superb fellatrice. Her constant practice, 
sucking not only Dell's cock but that of just about every man she slept 
with, now had made her well aware of a fundamental understanding of human 
nature that predetermined how far along the road to success any individual 
will go no matter what his or her undertaking was in life. Though luck did 
play a certain role in helping determine a person's success in life, and a 
certain amount of dedication helped, as well, what really made a person 
successful in what he or she was doing was a positive mental attitude. Esti 
had embraced this important ideology to the fullest, figuring it was totally 
impossible for her to do a good job if she only did it for the money 
involved. Since this was becoming her life's work, it was not only important 
to be good at it, but to like it. Hell! It wasn't as if she was doing 
something that had to do with filth. A penis was as clean as the rest of the 
human body, if properly washed. If she encountered one that smelled, she 
would wash it first, then enjoy sucking on it. But the most important thing 
was to enjoy her work so much, it no longer seemed like work to her. It was 
something she had learned to love more than food or drink, or even the 
reward she was reaping by doing it. Thus she had unwittingly become an 
ultimate success in her chosen field of endeavor. Yes, she had chosen it. 
Elihu Belson had pointed the way for her, but she had the right to yea or 
nay it. So she had applied herself vigorously to becoming a success, and as 
a result was the ultimate fellatrice and lovemaker. Her success was in 
direct relationship to the fact that she was getting a thrill from doing 
what she was doing. She would rather suck cock than eat a chocolate hot 
fudge sundae covered with whipped cream. Thus she was the ultimate artist 
when it came to what was commonly called the blow job. 

Her mouth was all the way down on his massive cock, her sensitive lips 
tickled by the man's bristly hair on his pelvis. With her working tongue she 
was able to sense the tightness in his pulsating cock where his urethra met 
the tubes leading from his testicles. At any moment that large tube was 
going to begin throbbing and pulsating, and soon it would unleash a torrent 
of heavy white fluid, and the flood of his aching testicles would come 
pouring into the acqueduct of his urethra and spew a frothy flood of 
delicious seminal fluid down the drain of her tightly sucking throat. 

"Oh damned!" Daster gasped, encouraging her to continue. "Stroke that cock 
two or three more times with your mouth and you'll get all the juice, honey. 
You know damn well it's what you want. I can tell from the way you're 
sucking me it's what you want. You want the hot sperm from my balls to fill 
that sweet mouth of yours. You've been working hard to get it. Now you're 
gonna get your well deserved reward." 

You're really all heart, you son of a bitch! Esti thought to herself, though 
it was no time for her to pull her mouth off to attempt an answer. The 
thickness of his spongy head in her gullet was massaging the nerve endings 
within, and she was building to an orgasm of her own. She continued to 
gently squeeze the man's balls gently as she wiggled her finger around and 
around in his rectum to signify she was agreeing to everything he said. 

"ANNNGGGHHH ... SSSWWWAAA-LLLOWWW ... IIITTT ... AAAALLLL ... 
EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and he began blasting every last bit of 
his frothing load right into the beautiful woman's mouth. "SUUUCCCKKK ... 
MEEE ... DDRRY . . .UUUNNNGGGHHH!" 

Her head bobbed faster and faster as she continued sucking, and the moving 
head rubbed her nerve endings repeatedly, and then she was gargling out her 
own climax as she gasped, "UUUUUU-RRGGLLMMPHH A AUU WW AAGGLLGGH!" 

She sucked vibrantly, and when the last drop of his starchy semen had 
finally trickled down her throat and she had sucked and tongued his genitals 
repeatedly until there wasn't a visible drop of semen left, she took her 
mouth from his penis, and the two of them walked over to the sauna tub 
together. It was already filled with water, and they slid in together, the 
heated, circulating water coming up to their necks as they sat side-by-side 
on the little cement ledge that circled the wall of the tub. Little Jacuzzi 
whirlpool jets of aerated water soothed and massaged and tickled the skin, 
doing all kinds of wonderful things to the two of them. The throbbing waters 
also proved to have wonderful restorative powers sexually. Esti had the man 
sitting over one of the thrilling jet sprays, making it massage his 
testicles and swirl around his half-shrunk penis, tickling it, arousing it, 
building it again until it was once more a throbbing long length of 
pulsating cock, up and raring to go. She had moved her own cunt over a 
similar jet, and she had douched herself out with it. 

Milton Daster was delighted with the hydro jet whirlpool treatment, and soon 
realized why she had brought him to the tub so quickly after sucking him 
off. He eased her lithe body up onto the edge of the sunken pool where there 
were towels all around, and he had her lie back on a fluffy bath towel that 
covered the carpeted floor to keep it from getting mildewed. Esti was proud 
of the carpeting, that was so thick it felt like a mattress under the towel. 
Her feet were still dangling in the water, and the pressurized little 
bubbles of air constantly tickled them. The panting truckdriver positioned 
himself in the whirlpool so the jets maintained an even pressure on his 
cock, strengthening his already solid erection while he returned the favor 
she had done for him by bringing his face into her sweet honey-pot and 
tonguing it out. Her vagina, which had been clean to begin with, had been 
washed out even more in the Jacuzzi, and she had to admit this was a man who 
really knew how to apply his mouth to her muff. Her clitoris swelled, 
enlarging, filling with blood, growing harder and harder as his tongue did 
all kinds of things to her twitching vagina. His mouth on her clitoris was a 
stimulus she hadn't expected. Most truckdrivers wanted to be sucked, but 
they, themselves, didn't want to do any sucking. A tremendous tidal wave of 
orgasm totally engulfed Esti, and she screeched, 
"AAIIYYAAGHHUUNNGGHHAAGGHH!" Her body churned and bucked and moved 
uncontrollably, and as soon as the tremendous tide of passion finally 
receded from her, save for the hot winds of lust continuing to shudder their 
way through her mind, she totally relaxed, and Milton Daster slowly pulled 
her back into the water again. He positioned her so that the jets under 
water were either tickling her vagina or her rectum. All the while he rubbed 
the thick length of his cock against her vagina, moving up and down, up and 
down, but never putting it in. 

The man had a sense of humor, and he teased her, Esti liked it. Sex was 
something pleasurable, and now and again when she encountered a man who 
wanted her to get as much pleasure as he did from their mutual engagement, 
she was overwhelmed with the desire to do anything at all to please the man. 
Milton Daster turned out to be one terrific sex associate. He wasn't 
preoccupied with how good he was, nor did he seem to care how long or thick 
he was. His mental attitude seemed geared toward making everything 
pleasurable for Esti, and as a result she was enjoying herself intensely. 
This left her mentally free to concentrate solely on him, knowing he would 
see to it she would be satisfied, as well. He was one of the few men not 
blinded by a case of cock conceit. As a result, he knew how to enjoy sex 
better than ninety-five percent of most men. 

He pushed his cock into her cunt now, under water, and Esti found it as 
talented and as educated as his tongue. He was solidly ramming it to her 
tight pussy amidst the bubbles in the bathtub, and soft music being piped 
into the room seemed to enhance everything even more. Each time he pulled 
his cock back to the opening of her cunt, some delightfully warm water 
seeped in, and then, as he crammed his stolid poker of flesh into her 
vagina, the water would compress in her narrow vaginal dell, creating the 
effect of douching while still in the process of fucking. It was the wildest 
sensation she had ever known. 

"OHHHHH ... YESSSSSS ... MILTIE--. . . MILTIE..." she made a point of 
knowing the first name of every man with whom she slept..."YOU'RE DRIVING ME 
UP THE WALL. I'M GOING OUT OF MY MIND. YOU'RE WONDERFUL ... YOU'RE TERRIFIC 
... AND I'M NOT JUST SAYING IT TO PLEASE YOU ... I ... UUUUNNNNHHH ... MEAN 
IT..." she insisted. "KEEP IT UP ... KEEP FUCKING ME ... I'M GOING TO 
CRUMBLE MY COOKIES ALL OVER AGAIN ... OHHHHH ... YESSSS..." 

"Dammitall, Kid ... you'd better hurry," he told her, "or I'll be shooting 
before you. You have the tightest pussy I've ever fucked," he grunted 
breathlessly. 

NOWWW ... AARRGGHUUNNGHH ... RIGHT NOWWWWW!" she moaned, her breath 
whooshing out of her, then sucking in again in noisy gasps. "FUUUCCCKKK 
MEEEEE ... AAANNNGGGHHHH ... LET ME FEEL YOU IN MY CUNNNNNT..." 

"You asked for it, lady, you asked for it, now take it. Take my juices, 
baby," he coughed, as if with his last breath. 

"EEEYYYAAARGGHHUUNNGGGHHH ... COATING YOUR CUNT WITH SPERMM ... squeeze my 
cock with those cock muscles of yours. Squeeze it baby, squeeze it while I 
pump my fluids into you." 

Esti didn't have to be told. As her spastic spasms of orgasm began, she 
hugged and squeezed the tightness of his embedded organ as if it was some 
kind of handshake developed between a fraternity and a sorority. 

Spent now, the two of them crawled from the hot tub. They were panting and 
just about had the strength to crawl out before they became too waterlogged. 

Esti pressed a button and the tub automatically emptied and then cleaned 
itself. The two of them staggered to the bed with towel robes of terry cloth 
they had found nearby. They wrapped the robes around their bodies and 
collapsed on the solid but comfortable bed. They lay there for almost a half 
hour, after which they struggled to their feet. Esti picked up the phone and 
spoke into it, and some few minutes later, a discreet knock was heard at the 
door. Milton Daster staggered over and opened it, and a waitress walked in 
with a trolley, and on it was their supper. 

They ate in silence, and then Esti phoned again, and the trolley was taken 
away. Then the two of them moved to the big bed, and she said, "One more 
time, huh?" 

"You got it, baby," he told her. "One more time it is." 

He rolled over on top of her, easing her lovely thighs apart with his knees. 
His cock wasn't quite stiff yet, but her cunt seemed to reach up and grab 
the limp organ between its inner lips, and began sucking on the head until 
it swelled and enlarged, getting bigger and bigger. Now the length of it 
rubbed against her vaginal slit, and soon it was massaging her clitoris. 
Soon she realized her clitoris was as stiff as his penis, and reaching down 
with her fingers, she guided the tip of her clitoris into the tight, tiny 
slit of his penile head. It was as if, for the moment, she had become the 
male, and he was the female. The thrilling sensations had the man wildly 
aroused, and after a short while his cock was so big, it was throbbing with 
pain and he wasn't able to keep the head pressing against her clitoris. 

Now he lowered his cock and let it slide through her slash until it came to 
the open mouth of her vagina. Then he pushed, and it slid right in with no 
trouble at all. like a mole it burrowed deeper and deeper into her damp 
depths until the hairy mounts that were their pubic protuberances rubbed 
violently together into a matted mass. 

Esti raised her vagina, lifting it to the man, and this time was able to 
fuck back solidly. They were virtually slamming their pelvic bones 
forcefully against one another. 

"Lift it all the way up to me kid," he gasped, "and I'll fill it with 
whatever sperm I have left." 

She raised her vagina to violently crash against his pelvis, her head 
lolling on the bed as orgasm inundated the two of them. They were so weary 
that neither had the strength to yell out their satisfaction, and they fell 
asleep with his cock buried in her. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

A total of two years went by, and Esti discovered she had more than sixty 
thousand dollars in the bank. Once she would have been insulted if anyone 
had called her a whore. Now, because that was precisely what she was, she. 
was proud of it. She was the best whore in the country as far as she was 
concerned. Yet no one called her one to her face. 

Her motel had grown again, and she had a total of two hundred girls working 
for her. The agreement she had made with Belson Trucking had been renewed 
indefinitely, and she had made similar agreements with other trucking 
outfits. 

At one point the Mafia thought of moving in on her establishment because it 
was so profitable, but every trucker around called a strike, and the Family 
soon backed off. They had too much to lose by antagonizing the men. 

A new state crime commission checked into her operation, but there was no 
visible crime being committed. None of the girls were taking money directly 
from the men who balled them, and they had been taught to refuse tips as 
well. It was no crime to sleep with a man if no money was being paid. The 
money that did come at the end of every month was listed for pure lodgings 
and nothing else. Even if the prices were astonishingly high, Esti wasn't 
forcing anyone to pay them, and apparently the trucking firms, as well as 
many of the firms with large sales forces in the area, were more than glad 
to pay her rates. So the crime commission backed off. 

True, she still had to grease the local sheriff and his deputies, but that 
proved to be no hardship. On the contrary, it was a pleasure. 

Word got to her that her ex-husband was trucking all over the country, still 
trying to make it with as many women as possible, but he was getting old 
before his time, and was drinking a lot. It wouldn't be much longer before 
he would be out of business and would have nothing on which to fall back. 

Esti was a happy woman, much happier than she had ever been when married. 
Where some women found true love with one man or another, Esti discovered 
that, for the most part, she loved all men. There were too many of them to 
be enjoyed, and she still had a long, long life ahead of her. She intended 
enjoying it to the fullest. 

Perhaps her greatest joy was the realization one morning that she was 
pregnant-something her husband had never been able to do for her. As a 
result, she decided she would bring her son, or daughter, up to be 
completely open-minded, and eventually she would have an heir to what was 
probably one of the most thriving businesses of its kind in the country. She 
smiled to herself as she considered waiting until her child grew up, and 
then she would open branches on both the east and west coast. 

She had come quite a way for a woman who had owned a tiny truck stop motel. 


THE END
