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by Rod Strong
(LLP-886)


CHAPTER ONE 

She stared at her large, softly up-thrust, swollen breasts in the 
full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Her hand cupped one, 
lifting it. Then she let it stop quiveringly free. Her finger and thumb 
pinched her nipple again, and she stared, watching herself doing it, seeing 
her nipple gather, suddenly swell, and come to life like a flower budding 
open to the rays of the sun. It became pointed and taut. 

Ellen West's mouth opened slightly, her breath coming lighter and faster 
from her panting lungs, and she watched in the mirror as she put both hands 
on her nipples and pinched. Her eyes were half-closed, a look of 
self-indulgent lasciviousness coming over her sublimely beautiful face with 
its short, upturned nose and full, pouting red mouth. Her short, curly brown 
hair was still in a perfect coiffure on the top of her head, not a hair out 
of place. It looked to be made up of many, many ringlets intermingling with 
one another. 

The breasts she was caressing were large, though not overly so. She had 
brown, actually tan nipples and areolas, and though she would have preferred 
them a sensuous pink, she was content with what she had. Her waist was very 
tight and narrow, and her hips swelled, but not too much. They weren't 
boyish, but they weren't overly large. The hair between her thighs was 
carefully trimmed, as if she were going to play a nude chorus girl. Not a 
curling hair out of place there, either. 

She gently dug her rich red nails into her tenderly pink, somewhat pale 
flesh. Her spiky nipples grew very taut and became even more sensitive. She 
closed her eyes and shuddered, taking a deep breath. 

Oh! It felt so very good. She didn't like the idea of touching herself, but 
didn't have much choice at this point. She had never done anything like this 
before, though she had thought about it often enough. 

During the winter months there was no need for this. During the winter 
months Kenny West, star catcher for the Chicago Hornets, was home. He made 
love to her whenever she needed him, and even though his lovemaking was 
stodgy and old-fashioned, using nothing but the missionary position every 
time, it did satisfy the ache in her groin. But now, during the month and a 
half of spring training, when he had been down south, she had been going 
through agony, and with spring training over, the team was starting its 
schedule playing away, which meant she had to go two more weeks without 
seeing Kenny. 

Now her mind had conjured up an imaginary lover. Her lover wasn't at all the 
balky, hefty man her husband was, but rather a powerful, yet supple man who 
treated her roughly. Kenny, for all his bulk, was gentle, very gentle. If 
only Kenny were able to treat her a little roughly, if only he were able to 
vary their lovemaking, then everything would be perfect with him, and she 
would somehow or other be able to bear waiting for him while he was away. 

This was her second season married to the star catcher. Last season had been 
hell for the twenty-three-year-old woman. They had married in November, and 
he had taught her what little he knew about lovemaking. It was enough to 
whet her appetite and make her want more and more, and if Kenny didn't vary 
the diet, at least he fed her as much cock as she needed, whenever she 
needed it, until ... until spring training. Then she had suffered the pangs 
of withdrawal. But at the end of spring training the previous year, the team 
had started playing its games at home, and so Kenny had been able to make 
mad, passionate love to her again until his team had gone on the road. Once 
again she had gone through the withdrawal pangs, but by the time they had 
become acute the team was home again. 

Home, away, home, away, and she had somehow gotten through the baseball 
season. 

Now it had started all over again. Now she was twenty-four. Now the 
withdrawal pangs were more acute than ever, and she had been waiting for 
Kenny to come home after spring training. But he had been home for the day, 
one miserable day, in which time he had been able to make love to her only 
twice, after which he had packed, and had gone "to work." Now he would be 
away for two weeks, two long, terrible weeks, and Ellen was certain she 
would never be able to stand it another two weeks. Two long, terrible, 
shattering weeks. 

She had picked up books at the used bookstore, books with pictures, not 
illustrations but photographs; books showing the different ways men and 
women made love, and in the book she had seen a woman masturbating, touching 
herself with her fingers, and so Ellen West, alone and miserable, had 
decided she would try and assuage the yearning pangs in her body with her 
own fingers. 

The thought of Kenny doing something other than merely fucking her made her 
body tremble with wanton excitement. She shook and shuddered from head to 
foot, feeling overpowering arousal shudder through her. She felt sexual 
desire as never before as she imagined seeing her husband's mouth kissing 
her vagina. Thrilling anticipation, the--likes of which she had never before 
imagined, charged through her quivering body, making her quake with burning 
lust, the heat of which blasted scaldingly through her. 

Her purple eyes half-closed, her eyesight suddenly more than a little fuzzy, 
and her brain spinning and reeling, the beautiful young wife once again 
admired the rest of her nakedness. Her magnificent thighs were soft and 
rounded, and she imagined herself bruised and welted from being manhandled. 
Her groin was already flushing a rich pink. 

She turned very slowly, twisting her head to look at her reflection, staring 
at the fullness of her proudly fleshed buttocks. A deep, dark, tingling 
shudder began vibrating its way up her quaking spinal column when she 
imagined seeing marks of a man's fingers embedded in the softly yielding 
tenderness of her flesh. 

All of this which she was imagining was like some hidden guilty secret that 
was all hers at this sexual moment when she nakedly stood in front of the 
mirror and began to brazenly look at her quivering body, turning this way 
and that, touching herself in all her erogenous zones. 

Ellen smiled to herself, thinking this was the way a prostitute behaved with 
a customer, massaging her intimate parts and letting him admire "the 
merchandise" he has temporarily purchased. Another thrill chased the first 
one through her quivering body as she imagined herself a prostitute, a 
whore, standing in a room with a multitude of other streetwalkers, proudly 
showing off her body to them, letting them to see it was a good body, 
probably much better than what any of them had to offer. They would look at 
her and feel jealous, knowing they would never be able to really compete 
with her. 

She stood perfectly still, her eyes gazing off into nowhere. Many women at 
one time or another in their lives had imagined and fantasized what it would 
be like to be a common trollop, a prostitute working in a whore house. She 
knew almost none of the baseball wives she knew would ever admit to such a 
thing, but many women are secretly excited by such an idea, just as she was 
at this particular moment. 

Ellen found herself being aroused more and more by the idea, building her 
excitement by imagining her husband, Kenny, handling her roughly. She 
wondered if, when he was on the road, he played around with other women. She 
might not forgive him for doing so, even though she was able to understand 
why. But no, not Kenny. When it came to sex, he was able to take it or leave 
it. He made love for hours on end or he wouldn't make love for days at a 
time, and either way it would never faze him. 

Her fingers once again returned to the swollen buds of her erect nipples and 
she continued fondling, tweaking and pinching them as hard as she dared, 
feeling a stinging pain shooting through them, as well as through her 
quivering, quaking, shuddering body-a pain which eventually turned into hot, 
smoking delight. Her aching, wet trembling vaginal gully was burning and 
itching with an overpowering fierceness that would not be denied. She 
squeezed and crushed her firm young thighs tightly together, compressing her 
lust-swollen vaginal lips, feeling an intense delight and a brief momentary 
respite. 

Brazenly, Ellen walked closer to the full length mirror, admiring her lovely 
white torso with a guilty glee. She was a very sexy creature. It was a 
full-blown, shuddering body, and imagining herself as a wanton, she also 
imagined she was, without doubt, the best whore in the entire brothel. She 
was the star attraction, and though the other girls were available, men 
stood in line just waiting for her. 

The thought sent a new series of chills shivering up the length of her 
quivering spine. She stood straight, shoulders back, her burning, aching 
nipples touching the cold glass of the mirror. Her breath was coming more 
and more rapidly now, leaving a little spot fogged on the mirror. With the 
flat of her hands she began feeling her rib cage, letting her moving fingers 
wander down over her tautly flat stomach, feeling all the imaginary bruises 
and seeing the non-existent, four, wavering, parallel finger scratch marks 
that started at the top of her pubic hair and went straight up to her navel. 

Her hands were buried in her pubic hair now, a secret place where she had 
never before touched herself prior to this day. One palm cupped her round, 
prominent mount of Venus, and her fingertips discovered the delicate valley 
between her inner lips where her budding clitoris resided. One outstretched 
finger now barely touched her clitoris, and yet it was enough to send a 
series of lewd, delightful pleasures rippling through her tremblingly naked 
young body, making the pink nodule swell until it was a vibrant capsule that 
was oiled with her inner arousal and excitement. To her, it felt like a 
ball-bearing inserted in her body as her finger rolled over it again and 
again, rubbing it, sending ever-increasing waves of wildly lascivious 
pleasure racing through her quivering body. 

Ellen stopped and licked her pursed lips somewhat nervously. Although she 
had read about masturbation and had seen pictures in that illustrated book, 
until she had never once permitted herself to touch her vagina or any part 
of her between her thighs. It was wrong, it somehow or other didn't seem 
normal. Now, feeling her sensually aroused body so quakingly feverish, 
feeling as if she would simply burst into a million pieces if she stopped, 
she knew this was the time for her to be wicked and indulge herself. As long 
as Kenny was away and she had no one and nothing to feed the hunger 
enveloping her, then she had the right to behave as she wished. 

Checking the bathroom door, making certain it was locked, the naked brunette 
dragged a stool over to the mirror and stood in front of it again, taking in 
the slenderness of her five-foot-four-inch shapely body which was crowned by 
her glory-her two, swollen, melon-shaped breasts. 

Now she lifted one foot and put it on the stool, the knee bent and to the 
side, exposing her nakedly glistening pink throbbing pussy. Her eyelids 
began fluttering like butterfly wings as she put her hands on her 
widespread, oily pussylips, then began to gently, slowly, somewhat 
lasciviously spread the tenderly fluted labia even wider, thereby exposing a 
coral slit inside. Staring in the silvered mirror, she looked at the 
reflection of her wetly pulsating cunt and its tiny, distended clitoris. 
Without any volition on her part, without a conscious order coming from her 
brain, her fingers suddenly began working at the sensitive little nerve bud, 
sending rippling spasms of salacious pleasure rampantly charging through her 
shuddering body. 

The beautiful young wife's eyes were now almost totally closed and her 
nostrils were widely flaring as she watched herself in the full-length 
mirror. She tried hard to imagine how it would be and how she would feel 
doing a wicked thing like this in front of some man who was willing to pay 
to watch this. She would love doing it I 

Crouching a little, she slowly pushed her middle finger into the narrow hole 
that was her tightly clasping cunt. She was surprised at the difficulty she 
had pushing her finger inside, feeling the slipperiness of the lubrication 
as the heatedly velvet walls began instantly milking her finger. She 
contracted her vaginal muscles even more tightly, squeezing on the finger as 
she shoved it all the more deeply inside. It felt good, so very good. 

She began sawing her finger in and out, noting how tightly her channel 
closed around it, and she wondered how her husband was able to fit something 
as thick as a stiff penis into her. She began pumping her hips back and 
forth, keeping time with the stroking of her finger inside her vagina. The 
entire time she watched herself in the mirror, fascinated with the lewdness 
of her pumping motion. Her body was burning up with feverish delight, 
flaring all over with a wildly molten feeling now beginning to stir deep in 
her shuddering groin. 

Her orgasm was already hidden there, lurking, building, starting to rise, 
moving higher each time she increased the tempo of her moving finger, 
pushing it in and out of her hotly pulsing pussy, pulling the manual digit 
almost all the way out as her husband pulled his penis out, then plunging it 
wetly right back inside and up to her palm. Her hips were pumping easily, 
smoothly, with a lewd fucking motion she had once seen when she and her 
husband, with two of the other players on the team and their wives, had gone 
to a bar and seen a topless go-go dancer. He had all but dragged her in at 
the time, and she had felt so embarrassed. Seeing a half-naked woman 
unashamedly shake her breasts in front of so many men was what had initially 
started her wondering what it would be like to be naked in front of men 
other than her husband. 

Now she wished she had paid more attention to the movements of that girl. 
She would have loved dancing the same way for Kenny. No matter how tired he 
was, she knew she would bring that penis of his to life just long enough for 
it to do the job she wanted it to accomplish. Her mind was bloated with all 
the heated licentious thoughts she was having. She wanted to take her 
nakedness outside. She wanted to take it to Hornet Stadium and dance before 
fifty-thousand people and listen to all of them cheer her on. Yes, yes, she 
wanted to hear how everyone admired her body. 

Her brazen thoughts burned in her brain and made her continually increase 
her rhythmic tempo, intensifying the pace of her finger-fucking of her cunt, 
driving the manual digit in and out of her seething pussy. She crouched a 
little and spread her thighs a little more. Suddenly her free hand was 
cupping the fullness of her left breast, squeezing the outstanding nipple, 
pinching it tightly, sending bolts of thrillingly pained sensuality through 
her body that mingled like an explosive smoky substance in her cloying 
groin, boiling, building and churning as it drove her harder and harder. 

She was going to climax. The wantonly aroused, hip-jerking woman felt that 
her orgasm was going to be deliciously sweet and searing in spite of the 
fact that she had no cock inside her. It was going to be the most singularly 
thrilling thing she had ever known outside of her husband's cock. Her 
nakedly voluptuous body had tautened and was tense now, and her full breasts 
were bouncing up and down and to the sides at a faster pace as she continued 
punching her finger in and out, moving it more and more quickly. 

She needed more. She needed to feel something more. Her free hand left her 
breast and moved down her body, sliding behind her, her fingertips clawing 
at her buttocks. She had read that there were sensitive nerve-endings in the 
anus connected to the vagina that would enhance her orgasm if massaged at 
the proper time, and so her finger reached for her anus. She jumped when her 
outstretched fingers touched the tiny hole, feeling it so ultra-sensitive. 
Kenny had never touched her back there. Yet an urgency, an unrelenting need 
and the lewd promise the book had made of untold carnal delights, made her 
continue. 

Her finger was now pressing against the tight, rubbery ring and began 
pushing into it, parting it, and she felt her finger filling the entrance to 
her rectum. The sweetly forbidden feeling filled her with a lust-crazed 
desire she had never dreamed of before. The muscle of her sphincter closed 
tightly around her fingertip. A low, lewd moan escaped from the depths of 
her throat as she watched herself in the mirror and felt her ripely 
sensitive body beginning an inward swelling she knew had to culminate in 
orgasmic satisfaction. 

Her finger continued fucking in and out of her tight anus and she hissed in 
her breath. Her voice caught in her throat for a moment, and it seemed like 
a complete stranger who gasped, "IT'SSSSS ... sssss-o-o-o-o-o--. . . 

GOOOOOOOOD ... AAAANNNN-HHHH ... " 

The feelings were thrilling her so much that it made her think of all the 
wonderful things she wanted to do with Kenny when he got back home. With 
Kenny? Was she able to wait that long? She was willing to do them with 
anyone and everyone. 

The thought fused and exploded in her aching mind, then went wild wish her 
orgasm, her face contorting nakedly in front of the mirror as she saw her 
cunt lips press around her moving fingers. 

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH. ... 
GGGGGHHHHH-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUUU-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGG-HHHH!" she 
bellowed in the echoing bathroom of her private home as she bent over and 
crouched. Perspiration broke out on her forehead because of the effort she 
was applying in bringing herself to satisfaction as she sawed madly in and 
out of her pulpy pussy, feeling oils from within splash all over her fingers 
and hand as she wormed her driving finger deeper and deeper, while the 
forefinger of her other hand pressed even further into her anus. Mad, 
obscene thoughts ran through her mind. Suppose, just suppose she played the 
part of a whore for one night! 

Her hips pumped and her belly continued moving in abandoned rhythmic 
undulations, and her loins continued rhythmically fucking outward, pushing 
toward the mirror in a smooth, ball-bearing way that looked so deliciously 
obscene. The sight of her finger glistening on the out-stroke, then plunging 
into her cunt all the way on the in-stroke aroused her, making her think of 
it as a slender penis. Her thumb massaged the little coral nubbin of her 
tender clitoris. She began panting more heavily, crouching lower, splaying 
out her thighs all the more widely, allowing herself even greater freedom in 
poking into the depths of her tender rectum. 

Slowly a lassitude began overtaking her as she realized she was coming down 
from the peak of her orgasm. She felt so lewd, so satisfied, yet also 
somewhat dissatisfied because she knew there was more and better 
satisfaction waiting for her if she dared go out and find it. 

When the Hornets were out of town, the Knights were in town. So there was 
always a baseball team around. As the wife of a baseball player she had a 
free box seat when either team was playing, and she certainly ought to be 
able to use it. Not that she knew or cared anything about baseball, but she 
would be able to get into the stadium, even go to the locker room. Both 
teams had lots of eligible bachelors. When the Hornets were in town, she'd 
be able to stay with Kenny, but when he was on the road and the Knights were 
in town, why not make a play for at least one of those eligible bachelors? 
Her body needed satisfying. It was no longer a question of fidelity. 
Fidelity be damned, because if she remained faithful she would tear the hair 
out of her head. Her finger was being used to satisfy her tonight, but even 
now she realized it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed a good, solid 
cock. 

Oh damn! she thought, turning on the shower. I want to be fucked. 

Fucked she would be, and if she were discreet about it, no one would ever 
know. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

At first she had considered approaching the locker room simply as herself, 
Ellen West, but the more she thought about it, the more Ellen realized what 
a disaster it would be if one of the Knights recognized her as Kenny West's 
wife. No, she had to be someone else. 

To begin with, she needed a place for a liaison. Bringing men directly to 
her home would invite the eyes of curious neighbors. No problem there. Last 
fall, Kenny had bought a little summer cottage out in the suburbs, a place 
with lots of trees around it and plenty of privacy. Since she paid all the 
bills, any electric bills that came in from the cottage she would be able to 
handle without Kenny knowing anything about it. 

For company she had her pet cat, a furry Angora, all white. She took the cat 
with her wherever she went-shopping, driving, anywhere and everywhere. She 
called it Lucifer after a cat in Disney's Cinderella, though in truth it was 
just a friendly house pet and had no desire to chase mice. 

That following day, she took Lucifer with her and went shopping. She bought 
a blonde stretch wig with long, billowing straight strands. To make certain 
it stayed on, she pinned it into place. She actually considered buying a 
blonde merkin for her vagina, but hadn't the nerve to enter one of those 
stores that sold such things. Besides, many men bleached their hair. Any man 
who saw she was brown below wouldn't be unduly surprised. Ellen bought 
different perfumes than the ones she usually used, and purchased different 
shades of lipstick, changing from fiery red to blushing pink. Though she had 
never used eye makeup before, now she bought blue eye shadow, and rich black 
mascara. Last, but not least, there were the purple-shaded sun glasses. 

That evening, she poured herself into a low-cut cocktail dress, exposing the 
upper halves of her breasts, which were pushed up by a half-brassiere. The 
brassiere was very thin, and it was abrasive enough to tease her nipples 
into hardness so they poked against the dress, standing out very clearly. 
The dress was violet and matched the color of her lenses. Then she took 
Lucifer with her and drove to the stadium where the Knights' game had been 
in progress for nearly two hours. 

Forgetting about going into the stadium itself as Kenny West's wife, Ellen, 
went around to the players' entrance and parked her car among the many 
different cars already parked there. She wanted to rent a car, but it would 
have been ridiculously expensive. Instead, she left her own car hidden 
amongst those of the players. 

Taking Lucifer, she got out of the car and walked over to the entrance. Then 
she simply stood there, leaning against the wall, hoping it wasn't too 
dirty. 

Less than fifteen minutes later, a handsome young man emerged from the 
players' entrance. He was tall, about six-feet-two, with dark-blonde hair in 
a crew cut, a straight nose, and a rigid, rugged jaw. He was wearing a blue 
sport coat over an open-collared white shirt and a blue pair of slacks. 

The moment he saw her, he said, "Can I help you ma'am? Are you waiting for 
anyone in particular? The game won't be over for at least another half 
hour." 

"Who are you?" she asked in a soft, almost whispering voice. 

"I'm Jerry Nunno, one very sorry relief pitcher who had one very bad night 
tonight. Two innings pitched and two runs given up." 

"Well, Jerry, I'm sure your wife will find some way to console you," she 
said to him. "I'm surprised she isn't here to be with you, seeing that you 
already left the game." 

"Well, I'm not married," Jerry confided to her. "Heck, I'm not even 
engaged." 

"Poor man," she whispered, feeling the pulses in her body quicken as her 
cunt tightened. "After a bad time like that you need some kind of 
consolation." 

"Uhhhhh ... look ... lady ... I don't know what you're thinking, but I don't 
have money for any kind of frivolity. I only came up to the team this year, 
and if I pitch like this much longer, they'll ship me right back to the 
minors." 

"Who said anything about money?" Ellen asked. "I don't want your money, Mr. 
Nunno. In spite of what you may think I look like, all I am is a lonely 
woman. I'm merely looking for a way to alleviate the loneliness. Of course, 
if you feel you're not interested in me, well then, you just go on and be 
miserable by drowning your sorrows at some local bar. Go on and ruin your 
health and hurt your pitching that much more." 

"Boy, you can sure read a guy's mind," Jerry nodded. "Okay, just what is it 
you have in mind?" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Jerry Nunno had a small foreign roadster, a convertible, and he invited 
Ellen to sit in the passenger's seat. She continued scratching Lucifer's 
head the entire time. 

Ellen would have been willing to direct him to her summer home, but Jerry 
said he had an apartment that was only a few minutes away. Ellen nodded and 
told him that would be fine. 

The apartment was in a building in the middle rent district. It was a small, 
bachelor, one-and-a-half room apartment, and it was obvious Jerry had been 
in a hurry to leave because his bed was unmade and he had underclothing 
lying all around. He quickly scooped everything up and dumped it into the 
bathroom hamper. 

"I don't get it," Jerry said, pouring a stiff Scotch for each of them from a 
bottle into two water glasses, then sitting on the sofa. "You're a lady of 
quality. It's obvious you're not looking for money, so just what is it you 
want?" 

"To be very frank," she told him, "I want a good, stiff cock. I think you're 
just the man to provide it, if you think you can keep your mouth shut about 
it afterward." 

Jerry was staring at her in somewhat numbed disbelief. Even some of the 
hookers he knew used more delicate language than that. He was astonished at 
the seemingly nonchalant way she had said everything, never realizing her 
own heart was pounding far more rapidly than his. Ellen was worried she 
might have gone too far, yet she had committed herself, and all that 
remained was how the man would react to what she had said. 

Her lewd words had excited him in a thrilling, forbidden way, and he was 
horrified to discover he was trembling. What was more, he was developing an 
erection. That was something she was certain to notice. 

At that moment, Lucifer, whom Ellen had set on the floor once they had 
entered the apartment, suddenly decided to leap into Jerry Nunno's lap. The 
white cat began to instantly curl into a white fluffy ball, purring very 
loudly as Jerry's hands automatically went toward the cat and began petting 
it. 

"My, Lucifer--likes you!" she whispered, the light glinting off her glasses 
from the nearby lamp, making her look even more exciting. "He usually 
doesn't take to strangers so quickly..." which was a lie, because Lucifer 
thought everyone in the world was a cushion where he might make himself 
happy. "Anyone he--likes has to innately be a very good person. Our tastes 
are very similar." 

"Yeah, but I sure wish he'd find some way to loosen up my pitching arm so I 
can do better." 

"This was your first appearance," Ellen told him. "You were tense and 
nervous. From now on, when you go out there, you're going to be relaxed. 
You'll loosen up, you're arm will be in good shape, and you'll do 
exceptionally well." 

"What makes you so sure?" he asked, somewhat embarrassed. At this point 
Jerry didn't know what to do. He really didn't want the white cat sitting on 
his lap, but at the same time he felt he might offend the beautiful lady 
with the purple glasses were he to brush the animal off. 

"Just pet Lucifer two or three times and you'll get all the luck you'll 
need," she told him, knowing how superstitious baseball players often were. 
If he believed he was lucky, the chances were that next time out he would 
pitch better. 

Jerry ran his hand over the cat's sleek body a few times, and then Ellen 
said, "See, that's all there is to it." Leaning toward Jerry, she reached 
into his lap, saying, "Lucifer, don't be a pest, get out of Mr. Nunno's lap 
right now." 

Her hand delved into his lap to pick up the unwilling cat, and as she did 
so, her slender fingers came into direct contact with the ever-growing, 
ever-swelling bulge of his rapidly growing penis. 

Behind her glasses, Ellen's eyes widened in mock surprise, and tossing the 
surprised Angora on the floor unceremoniously, she began to stare directly 
at the handsome young man, realizing he was probably only a year or two 
older than she. 

"Why, Jerry, you have yourself one king-sized erection!" 

Jerry didn't know where to look, what to do, or what to say. Her touch had 
been like a firebrand on the head of his throbbing penis, but he had hoped 
against hope that the lovely blonde hadn't noticed. He felt very 
embarrassed. 

"I ... uhhhh ... well..." 

Ellen didn't seem to hear his mumbled words. She moved a little closer to 
him, feeling her own body starting to shudder as she realized she was going 
to go through with it. She was going to seduce another man and let him fuck 
her. Her body was already on fire and Ellen was aware he was only too 
sensitive to her being there. The perfume she was using was expensive, even 
if not her own usual brand, and it filled his sensitive nostrils. 

"You're not a baby," she said to him. "There's no reason to be ashamed of an 
erection." 

Jerry Nunno had fooled around with some hookers in his time, and he had even 
made time with one or two girls back in his home town, but this was the 
first time he was with what he felt was a sophisticated lady. Her body had 
him as aroused and excited as a schoolboy about to get his first taste of 
sex. He felt like such a bumbling fool! 

"Yeah, I know," he said. 

"Tell me, am I the reason for your erection? I'd like to think I am, but I'd 
like to hear it from you." 

Jerry sat, head bent forward a little, electrifyingly aware of the 
uncomfortable pulsating of his desire-swollen, throbbingly expanded penis. 
He wanted to get up and walk away from her. Hell! He was used to being the 
one in control, and she was wresting that control from him. This was 
mortifying, at the very least. Yet she was one special lady, all right. 

"Well, there's only one way to find out," she said. 

Jerry felt his heart pounding all the more rapidly. He was wondering just 
what it was she intended doing. He was feeling confused. 

Slowly he lifted his head, raising his eyes as she stood up. He wanted to 
see what she was doing. He felt his lower jaw suddenly fall open, and his 
eyes seemed to bulge widely when he realized she had quickly and expertly 
removed her violet dress, though she still had those glasses on. She was 
standing in front of him wearing the white, lacy half-brassiere and a 
matching pair of bikini panties. 

"Look, Miss ... I..." he began falteringly, suddenly realizing his mouth was 
very dry. His wide-open eyes were straining with disbelief and his body was 
burning with arousal. The sight of her lush, nearly naked body caused his 
anguished penis to leap painfully against the tight confines of his slacks, 
and he almost cringed with embarrassment when he noticed she seemed to be 
looking at the obscene bulge between his thighs. 

Ellen felt her heart pounding more rapidly. She ought to have felt afraid. 
She ought to have at least felt a twinge of guilt. She didn't. She felt 
thrilled and aroused. She was enjoying this entire scene. Being the dominant 
party for the first time made her feel good. 

"Well," she said, letting her breath out, "I guess that sort of answers my 
question." 

There was a kind of enigmatic smile on her lovely face as she stood there, 
hands on hips. Her roundness, her white flesh, her semi-nakedness, were more 
than Jerry was able to stand. He was only human, after all. He was flesh, 
blood, and bone, and she had teased him beyond endurance. Besides, this was 
why they had come here in the first place. 

With an almost savage snarl, the blonde-haired youth lunged unexpectedly at 
the beautiful Ellen. He grabbed her and dragged her over to the unmade bed, 
then fell to the mattress with her beside him. Without hesitation, he began 
grinding his lips solidly against hers in a hungry, brutal kiss, and was 
astonished to find her lips opening, permitting his lancing, searching 
tongue to enter the warm moistness of her oral cave. He felt the palpitating 
hardness of her nipples pushing through the material of her brassiere and 
digging into his chest, and he felt his head swirling as he was enveloped in 
an aura of mounting lust. He had to fuck her! He had to take possession of 
her ripe, lush torso, and had to fuck the daylights out of her. 

Still, realizing she was controlling everything, he hesitated. Someone had 
once told him that sex was bad for athletics. He had scoffed at it as an old 
wives' tale, but still ... what if it were true? 

"Hey, look, I may have to pitch tomorrow 

"Good!" Ellen whispered to him. "Then what you need is some final 
relaxation. Believe me, you'll be in better shape to pitch tomorrow than 
you've been in for a long a time." 

"I don't know..." he gasped, and with an almost superhuman effort, he pulled 
himself from the deliciously enticing body of the delectable blonde-haired 
woman, forcing himself to stand up. His painfully throbbing penis was still 
monumentally erect, and his body was quivering with suppressed passion. 
Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from the warm sensuality of her delighted 
flesh and stood there, feeling like a fool. 

Ellen was inwardly gasping. She was so close ... so close ... she wasn't 
going to lose this cock, not now, not ever. She wanted the stupid fool to 
fuck her, and by damned he was going to do just that. Her body was yearning 
for a long hard cock. She hadn't gone through all this simply to be rejected 
again. Hell no! 

"Look, lady," Jerry Nunno gasped, coughing a little, trying to make his 
voice sound as normal as possible. "Maybe we oughtn't do anything tonight. 
Look, you're a beautiful lady, I admit, but I'm still feeling depressed 
about what happened at the ball game. I might make one lousy lay. I'm sorry. 
I'll take you back to your car, and I hope something like this never happens 
again." 

Ellen wasn't going to take this lying down ... well, not figuratively, even 
if she was literally lying down. She unsnapped her brassiere while he was 
facing away from her, then slid out of her panties, and dropped everything 
to the floor. Aloud, she said, "Jerry, look at me and say that again." 

Jerry lifted his eyes and stared in total and utter disbelief at the long, 
lithe, lovely form of the lady. He gasped, his eyes bugging out in amazement 
at the delectable sight that now greeted them. She had gotten to her feet 
and was clasping her hands behind her neck, making her breasts stand out all 
the more, and they were big, beautiful breasts, all right. She let herself 
turn three-hundred-and-sixty degrees around, letting him get a good look at 
all of her. 

Jerry's eyes felt as if they would pop from their sockets at any moment as 
he took in the delightful and delicious sight of the lovely tan circles in 
the middle of her upswept, creamy breasts, surmounted by the nut-like 
hardness of her two erect tan nipples. Still finding himself unable to 
believe what he was looking at, his glance fell to her lovely tufted 
triangle of soft brown hair as it curled at the juncture of her 
full-fleshed, firm thighs. Fully aware of his licentiously lustful scrutiny, 
the lascivious Ellen slightly parted her long, tapering thighs, and Jerry 
caught enticing glimpses of blushing pink pussy flesh peeping through the 
well-manicured wisps of brown hair. 

The ball player's entire body began trembling and shaking with ungovernable 
passion and sensation as indecision once again flared through him. What was 
she doing? It was obvious she was intent on carrying this thing through to 
completion. She was standing there naked, holding her arms out to him, 
inviting him to kiss her again, but surely she knew, undressed as she was, 
that if he did kiss her one more time he was going to royally screw the ass 
off her. Hell! He was giving her an opportunity to back out gracefully, but 
she seemed to be ignoring everything other than a want for him. 

Jerry suddenly realized he was acting like some kind of fool. Deep down, he 
wanted more than anything else in the world to take the nakedly passionate 
woman standing before him and fuck her to death. Shit! He had the bed covers 
open and everything. 

But damn it all to hell! He had his future to think about. What if fucking 
really was unhealthy for an athlete in the middle of his season? Then he 
would be ruining himself. It was unthinkable that he would be willing to 
jeopardize his entire major league career in baseball for a roll in the hay 
with this seductively luscious and beautiful lady. It was wrong. Yet, how he 
wanted to take his eagerly jerking, pulsating penis and cram it to the hilt 
into that tight pussy of hers. Hell! 

"What's the matter?" she asked. 

"I'm in training," he lamely replied. 

"Stop behaving like a fool," she whispered seductively. "A little sex is 
perfect therapy for a man in training. Don't you understand that your poor 
performance on the mound tonight was due to the simple fact that you're 
frustrated. Married ballplayers all go home after the game is finished, and 
do you think they abstain from their wives during the season?" 

"Well ... no ... I guess not." 

"What's wrong, Jerry? Am I unappealing?" 

"Of course not!" 

"Don't you want to fuck me?" 

The obscene words came from her mouth with whispered softness, and the 
sensuous sound of them slowly wafted over to Jerry's ears, catching him 
completely off-guard. For a long moment he remained standing there as if 
hypnotized, feeling helpless and unable to do anything other than stare at 
the beautiful naked woman with the long soft brown hair and purple-lensed 
glasses. Now he noticed her richly-rouged pink cheeks, too. 

Finally he was unable to resist any longer. Her arguments, added to her 
beauty, were too strong. 

All thoughts of his work, of baseball, of his future and position with the 
Knights suddenly leaped from his seething brain. He was completely incensed 
by the delightful sight of this delectably voluptuous, ripely-shaped woman 
who had the courage to stand before him, totally naked. Inflamed by her 
lascivious words, he lost total control of himself. 

Moaning and groaning in abandoned lust, he reached out and grabbed at her 
again, toppling her lovely form over backward on the bed. Again his heatedly 
hungering mouth sought and found hers in an overpowering, crushing kiss, but 
this time his lips didn't linger on hers. Instead, his mouth dropped to the 
warm, pulsing slope of her long, swan-like neck, moving even lower still to 
enclose first one-and then the other-hard, berry-like nubbin of her nipple 
between his anxiously chewing teeth. His tongue began drubbing the little 
knobs mercilessly, making the surrounding areolas swell and expand with more 
and more squirming pleasure. 

"YES! YES! I WANT TO FUCK YOU!" he finally admitted. 

He reached out and took off her glasses, putting them on the nearby night 
table, looking at her mascara-blackened lashes, and the heavy blue eye 
shadow she had applied. 

He had all but spat the lascivious words out of his hungry lust-constricted 
mouth as his writhing hands began to roam uncontrollably over the naked 
softness of her body. They forced themselves between her sleek, inner thighs 
and then came into contact with the lovely, hair-fringed outer lips of her 
moistly bubbling vagina. 

Jerry felt the sweet, delicate folds of her swollen, blood-filled vaginal 
lips starting to quiver with anticipatory pleasure, and he began to tenderly 
stroke her warmly pulsing womanly moistness with his anxious and eager 
fingers. What a beautiful cunt she possessed. 

Ellen, mewling softly and with mounting excitement, arched her back and 
began flexing her wetly dilated pussy against the man's diligently probing 
fingers in an agony of arousal. 

"UNNNHHH!" she gasped. "YES, YES, YES," she pleaded breathlessly with him. 
"GET YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND START FUCKING ME, OR I'LL DIE RIGHT HERE IN YOUR 
APARTMENT..." 

The impassioned blonde youth needed no second urging from the beautiful 
Ellen West, and he hurriedly stripped off his clothing within seconds. With 
an almost animalistic groan, the handsome youth threw himself full length on 
top of Tier naked young body, but this time he was as naked as she. The rock 
hardness of his throbbing cock began searching for the tantalizing warmth of 
the wetness jammed between her eagerly quivering thighs. 

"UMMMMM ... AHHHHHHHHH ... DARLING ... YOUR COCK ... IT'S SO BIG, SO HARD, 
SO THICK ... I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL IT LODGED INSIDE ME." 

Jerry's head was wildly starting to spin and he was frenzied to the point of 
almost total irrationality. He had never before in his life encountered a 
woman as voluptuous, sexy and arousing as this mysterious blonde he had met 
outside the players' entrance to the stadium. 

He deeply inhaled the delightfully delicious, intoxicating aroma of her 
perfume, her flesh, and her femininity as his hands continued coursing over 
her soft, warm body. She was his and he was going to enjoy every last second 
of her. 

Yes, yes, yes! This was what Ellen had been dreaming of, this was what Ellen 
West wanted. If her own husband was not available, then she had found a 
substitute cock. Ohhhhh yesssss! The feel of his thick penis rubbing against 
her thigh already had her spasming as minor climaxes continued blistering 
through her. But they were only building her up for the big one, when he 
entered her. Ellen knew beyond the shadow of a doubt he was going to be one 
helluva fuck. She wanted that steaming cock buried in her cunt, the sooner 
the better. Right now she didn't even think of the fancier fucking 
positions, or of oral or anal sex. Right now what she wanted was a solid 
cock planted in the tight depths of her seething pussy. 

There was an unbelievable pounding in Jerry's sperm-bloated testicles, and 
he was certain his entire body was going to simply blow up if he didn't bury 
his cock in the heatedly welcoming crypt of her wetly waiting, eagerly 
throbbing vagina. He knew beyond any question that she was as hungry for him 
as he was for her, and this only served to make him want her even more. He 
had never thought any woman was able to be so shamelessly and wantonly 
aroused. All the hookers he knew were doing what they were for money, and 
the few girls back in his hometown whom he had seduced had known practically 
nothing about sex. 

Ellen thought for a moment of Kenny, her husband, and that she ought to have 
had a twinge of conscience. But she didn't. She felt the urge to be fucked 
all the more strongly now. Looking at Jerry's stiff penis, she decided it 
was slightly longer and a little thinner than that of her husband. Still, it 
was more than thick enough to do an adequate job. 

Jerry, for his part, thought of the last girl he had seduced back in his 
hometown, and comparing her to the woman beneath him gave him an added 
thrill, making him enjoy all the more what he was doing. The other girl had 
been so naive, so unknowing, allowing him, who knew almost as little as she, 
to guide her. But here was a woman who obviously knew everything, and he 
felt secure with her. 

Ellen felt completely relaxed with Jerry, too. There was something about his 
youth, his naivete, that had her feeling delighted. Kenny had always been 
the leader in her sex bouts with her husband. This was the first time she 
was taking the initiative, and she had to admit that she was enjoying it 
very much. 

"Yes," Jerry murmured, kissing her flesh. "I want to fuck you. Hell! I want 
to fuck you more than I've ever wanted to fuck any woman in my entire life." 

His voiced thoughts seemingly gave strong impetus to his continually 
mounting, skyrocketing desire, and roughly the youth placed a hand on each 
of her softly quivering thighs and began relentlessly tugging them apart. 

Ellen was thrilled at the man's sudden cruelty. Yes, at last she was being 
treated in a different manner than her husband had, and as a result she 
would definitely be able to remember the feelings with this man as much as 
she did those with her husband. She wanted to object and tell him to move a 
little more carefully, but before she had time to do so, she felt the 
hardness of his throbbing shaft slowly being guided toward the small, wet 
opening of her seething cuntal channel. She drew in her breath with 
excitement mingled with a chill of fear as she felt the hard, rubbery head 
slowly, impatiently nudge against the delicate outer flesh. Kenny usually 
worked his fingers in and out of her before plunging his cock into her, so 
her vagina was not quite ready as he began pushing into her. 

"UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH--. . . OHHHHH ... YOU'RE ... OHHHH ... 
SPLITTTTTIIIIINNNNNG MEEEEEE W-I-I-M-I-IDE OPENNNNNNUHHHHHH..." she gasped. 
"AAAAANNNNNGGGG-HHHHH!" 

Her shriek was agonizing and surprisingly shrill, and she began thrashing 
her softly rounded buttocks in desperation, driving them deeper and deeper 
into the mattress as she tried backing away, doing her best to escape the 
unexpected pain she felt from the penetration of his suddenly harsh entry 
into her. 

At this point Jerry was totally deaf to her weeping protests, and he 
continued to violently and savagely pound and force his huge, blood-filled, 
throbbing penis into the tightness of her narrowly cringing womanly canal. 

"UNH ... SLOWERRRRRR ... AAA-NNNHHHH ... GO SLOWER ... DON'T PUSH SO 
HARRRRRRD ... UUUUNNN-HHHH ... YOU'RE ... UNH ... A BIG MAN..." 

Jerry stared down at her delicious, pathetically writhing figure, seeing her 
face contorted with both, pain and anxiety, and now he was thrilled with a 
savage pride. Moments earlier she had been the dominating personality. Now 
that he was plunging into her, he felt proud of the fact that at last he was 
the one doing the subjugating. In spite of her teasing and her worldly 
demeanor, she had to realize that ultimately she was subject to the driving 
power of his thrusting, stabbing cock. 

With a shuddering gasp Jerry finally managed to sink his lust-bloated, 
swollen shaft to the very hilt in the snugness of her tightly clasping pussy 
while she moaned and gasped helplessly beneath him. He held his throbbing 
cock there for a long moment, gazing down at the sight of her lewdly splayed 
legs, also noting the intertwining of their pubic hairs, his dark-blonde 
with hers light brown. There was not so much as a millimeter of his 
throbbingly sunken phallus visible beyond her cruelly stretched vaginal 
lips. He had managed to bury the full length of his hot pole of masculine 
muscle as far as possible into her widely opened womanly channel. 

He held the cock in there for a long time, and Ellen felt her interior 
adjusting to it. The pain was quickly fading now, and in its place was all 
the pleasure she had been seeking. Yes, this was what she had gone through 
all this for. The pressure of a solid cock, finally buried in the depths of 
her tight cunt, was what she needed more than anything else. She was sorry 
that she had to be unfaithful to Kenny, but this was the only way since 
Kenny wasn't home, and there was no way for him to leave his penis home 
while he went to play baseball. 

At last the man began to slowly withdraw his throbbing cock, pulling it 
slowly, inch by inch, feeling it slide from her lubricating vaginal 
passageway. Her cunt was reluctantly releasing him, and he felt a sort of 
glory, as if he were staking her to the throat with his cock. When only the 
throbbing, burgeoning head was all that was embedded in the tightness of her 
viscous channel, he slowly pushed forward again. Halfway in, he rammed 
forward with a kind of viciousness, knocking all the breath from her. 
beautiful body and making her slender legs quiver from the force of his 
driving thrust. 

Ellen lay there, not at all certain of what she felt. The man's cock, while 
not quite as thick as her husband's, was still doing a first rate job of 
filling her vagina. She hadn't imagined that her interior would tighten and 
adjust to his slenderness, nor had she thought the man would become so 
charged with animal lust. After having to goad and tease and cajole him, she 
didn't think he had it in him. 

For the first time in her life she was wrong about a man. It should have 
been a prophetic warning to her, but it wasn't. She had to admit she enjoyed 
being overpowered and roughly handled. It was happening just as she had 
dreamed it would that night she had masturbated in front of the bathroom 
mirror. 

There was something almost masochistically pleasing about the role reversal 
that was taking place. She had been the one who had been in control only 
moments before, she had held the reins, so to speak. The young man had all 
but quivered, totally and completely at her mercy, and she had to admit she 
enjoyed being the dominant partner for that short span of time. She'd had no 
idea that he was such a victim of overpowering desire. Suddenly the tables 
were turned, the young man was now calling the shots, and she was the one at 
his mercy. 

There was no hesitancy whatsoever about the manner in which he was 
continually pile-driving into her throbbing, shuddering pussy, seemingly 
oblivious, for the moment, to any discomfort she might have been feeling. 
Ellen had never before experienced this sense of being used. She was a mere 
instrument in the hands of this heatedly aroused male, whose thoughts and 
actions were totally controlled by the insatiable lust burning through him 
and his cock. Yet she liked it. 

Yes, there was no denying it. She was enjoying the fact that she was being 
used this way. It evoked a thrilling feeling that her husband had never been 
able to provide. True, if she had to settle for one kind of treatment from a 
man and only one, she would have preferred being treated, the way Kenny 
treated her. He was kind, solicitous, always making certain she was prepared 
and ready before he finally injected himself into her. But she wanted to be 
treated in more than one way, and was getting her wish. She felt totally and 
completely sluttish, like the wanton whore she had imagined herself to be, 
and she had to admit that she liked the sensation. 

Even now, her swiveling hips were slowly beginning to rotate and churn with 
mounting desire, and as her wetly clutching vaginal tunnel adjusted itself 
to Jerry Nunno's considerable length, a whole series of thrillingly tingling 
wisps, pleasurable wisps, began to furl around inside her unprepared body. 
Yes, the truth was she was starting to enjoy this harsh, delightfully brutal 
fucking which had turned out so differently from what she had initially 
expected. 

She wondered if it was because he suddenly had become more certain of 
himself that he was able to change the course of things like this. Usually 
it was she who felt thrilling surges almost immediately after a penis had 
probed into her interior. But at the moment it was only too painfully 
obvious the man who was fucking her was in complete control, and she, for 
the moment, a mere puppet to his will. 

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH ... AAAAA-NNNNNHHHHH ... UUUUUNNNNN-HHHHHHHHHH..." she 
continued to moan again and again, letting herself go completely. Why bother 
to resist? After all, she had initiated everything between them. She had 
wanted to be fucked, and that was precisely what was happening. Her body was 
being delightfully used and pleasure was being taken from her by force, 
making her realize this was precisely what she had been dreaming about that 
night in front of the bathroom mirror. This was, after all, what she had 
secretly wanted. 

Jerry now felt an overpowering surge of tremendous strength wash through him 
when he sensed the beautiful young woman's total and complete surrender to 
him. Yes, now she really belonged to him. Now she was really his. She had 
struggled against him after goading him, but he had prevailed. She had 
relinquished her domination in the face of his ultimately superior power, 
and now she was his to do with as he wished. 

Ellen was a raw, moaning mass of explosive desire, and Jerry realized he was 
the one responsible for bringing her to that state. She had encouraged him, 
flaunting her delectably naked body before his hungering eyes because she 
had wanted the pleasure his own flesh would give her. But instead of simply 
being the recipient of her favors, he had become the taker, and this was the 
way Jerry wanted it. 

Ellen's shamelessly excited and inwardly quivering cunt vibrated and 
twitched as she moved around his stirringly plunging phallus, trying hard to 
literally suck it totally into her heated depths as her body continued 
writhing sensually. She was totally aroused now, thrashing, mewling and 
moaning with all kinds of inner animal desire. She began rocking her hips 
savagely, slamming her cunt against his wildly pounding pelvis, her hungry 
young vaginal tunnel flowering wide open to once again receive his 
desire-swollen penis inside. 

Her long legs snaked up and wrapped themselves around his masculine waist 
while her arms continued pulling him down to her in a heatedly burning 
embrace of lust. Her head was thrown back, her long, tawny golden mane 
flowing behind her like a banner as she continued clinging to him, riding 
the crest of each wave of his hurtling passion. The two of them rocked and 
bucked together as one, the room loudly ringing with the noisily wet 
slapping sounds of their totally uninhibited love-making. Each deep, driving 
thrust brought them a little closer to the completed frenzy of their wanton 
passion, and now Jerry Nunno realized this was sex as he never before 
realized or imagined it might feel. He had never, in his whole life, enjoyed 
anything even approaching this, not even with the most accomplished and 
experienced of hookers. This was the kind of sex he had always dreamed 
about. 

Both their bodies were soaking wet with heavy amounts of perspiration and 
the mattress beneath them bounced and jostled wildly as the two of them 
battered one another with a continually rising tempo of frantic movement. 

Ellen suddenly realized her orgasm was almost there. She was unable to 
restrain it. 

"OH! JERRY, DARLING, I CAN FEEL IT..." 

Her voluptuously ripened torso was starting to shudder and tighten and 
stiffen, her spine solidly rigid, her inner vaginal membranes squeezing and 
tightening like a vise around the hardness of his continually pistoning 
penis. And then... 

"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAIIIIIGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHH-UUUNNNGGHHH ... 
IIIII'MMMMMMM . . .UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGG. . .AAA-GGGGHHHHHHH . . .OHHHHHH ... 
THERRRRRRRRRRE ... AAAAANNNN-GGGGGHHHHH . . .UUUUNNNNGGG-HHHH!" 

Her shuddering, voluptuously ripened body became even more rigid before 
ultimately collapsing, falling, it seemed, into a thousand tiny fragmented 
spasms which seemed to ricochet throughout the length and breadth of her 
ultra-sensitively aroused flesh. Her mouth was half-open and her eyes had a 
smoky, totally dazed look about them of pure lust. She was orgasming, and 
Jerry felt the warm flood of hot oil showering all over the length of his 
blood-filled poker, bathing it with unexpected softness. 

Her greedily grasping vagina tightly contracted with the excruciating rhythm 
surging through her body, squeezing the baseball player's own tortured 
shaft, and he knew that he, too, was on the verge of releasing the full 
force of his pent-up, accumulated passion. 

Abruptly, with a plunging groan, he began to thrust forward spasmodically, 
shoving his wildly jerking penis with pile-driving force into the wetly 
wriggling hole of her seeping vagina. 

" AAAAAIIIIIYYYY YAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... 
GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHH!" he bellowed, at 
last feeling his seed releasing itself into her. 

It seemed as if he were enveloped in some sort of wonderful nirvana as his 
entire body felt as if it were emblazoned with flashes of pure, utter, total 
sensation. Unbelievable pleasure rushed in shuddering spasms over his 
climaxing body, and his brain was madly infused with a silently screaming 
rapture as his balls poured out the hot, white blessing they manufactured. 
He kept on shooting, firing jet after jet of seething sperm into the woman's 
eagerly receptive vagina until, little by little, his ejaculative spasms 
weakened and he sighed deeply with his eyes tightly closed. 

He forgot for the moment which of them was in control. It no longer seemed 
to matter. All he cared about was the fiery pleasure lapping away inside 
him. He was imbued with a feeling of total well-being. 

Slowly they drifted back to the present and their surroundings, and he 
rolled off her, his limp cock sliding easily from her well-greased feminine 
chamber. 

"You'll have to take me back to the ball field," she told him. "I left my 
car there." 

"Sure. When will I see you again?" 

"The next time you pitch a bad game and lose confidence in yourself," she 
told him, dressing. 

Jerry realized it might just as well be never, because she had imbued him 
with much needed self-confidence. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

My God! Ellen thought, later that night. 

It had been so easy, so unbelievably easy, she was unable to realize it had 
begun and ended already. Again and again in her mind she re-lived the 
thrilling intercourse she had enjoyed with Jerry Nunno. He was really 
something. 

She slept well that night. No bad dreams, no pangs of conscience-no 
conscience jabbing her, attacking her for what she had done. The next 
morning, when she awoke, she decided that whenever the strain became too 
much for her while Kenny was on the road, she would be off to the stadium 
again to console another member of the Knights. 

Ellen had wanted to get a small part time job during the baseball season, 
just to keep herself occupied, but Kenny had been against it. Hell! As the 
team's star catcher in only his second year with the organization, he was 
already making well over a hundred thousand dollars for the year, and when 
his next contract came up, if he kept hitting the way he had started out, he 
would be asking for triple the fee, and' be well worth it. If they didn't 
want to pay it, there was always that clause in his contract which would 
allow himself to go to the highest bidder. 

Right now Kenny was young, so he was asking for one year contracts. He knew 
he was taking a risk, but if he survived each year, then the next year he 
would be asking for much more money. His first year with the Hornets he had 
earned thirty-five thousand dollars. In this, his second year, he was 
getting a hundred thousand, and next year he wanted three hundred thousand. 
If he survived beyond that, he would go for multiple year contracts with 
seven figure numbers. 

But this didn't make Ellen feel any better. She was home, alone, and though 
she was able to spend the day with one or two of the other Hornet wives, she 
still felt lonely. Now, at least, she felt satisfied, even if Kenny wasn't 
around. 

Once she had asked Patricia Burke, wife of the team's first baseman, Andy 
Burke, how she relieved her frustrations, and Pat had merely smiled and 
said, "With a dildo!" making Ellen blush at the time. Now Ellen knew a dildo 
would never be satisfying enough. Pat had shown her one once, and it had 
felt cold. Also it lacked the realism of flesh. 

She went to the movies that day, and did a little shopping, but was rapidly 
getting bored again, and the need for sex once again was rearing its head. 
Now that she knew how easy it was to find sexual satisfaction, she wanted to 
take full advantage of it again. 

Later that day, while she was making supper for herself, Kenny called, 
checking to find out how she was feeling. She told him everything was fine 
and how much she missed him. He assured her he would be home in less than 
two weeks and would make up for all the time they weren't together. But 
Ellen wondered if he would ever be able to make up for those times they 
lost. At any rate, she had no intention of missing out on sex just because 
her husband wasn't around. It was simply a question of going out and finding 
a juicy prick to satisfy her when she felt in the mood ... like tonight. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

In spite of what she had accomplished with Jerry Nunno, when it came to sex 
Ellen West was still a relatively naive woman. She was going to learn about 
all the other phases of sensual activity over the next few days with men who 
were neither as gentle nor as unknowing as Jerry Nunno. 

The big hitting star on the Knights this particular year was a newcomer, a 
Cuban refugee by the name of Ramon Casada. Ramon was six-feet-four-inches 
tall, with a natural Afro which had been cut around his head to look like 
the ace of Clubs and two big puffs of hair hanging over his ears. He had a 
baby face, but there was nothing babyish or unknowing about Ramon. In his 
youth Ramon had married a sixteen-year-old girl, and the marriage had been 
annulled not long afterwards when the girl charged unusual cruelty. From 
then on, Ramon didn't bother trying to marry women. If any of them wanted to 
be his girl, he simply fucked them until he had worn them out, then would 
move on to the next girl. 

It so happened there had been a day game at the stadium, and Ramon had gone 
nothing-for-four at the bat, which bothered the hell out of him. So he set 
up a pitching machine on the field, and long after the rest of the team had 
showered and gone home, Ramon practiced his hitting. 

At seven o'clock he took a long shower, dressed in gray slacks and a white 
shirt, then wondered whether he wanted to pick up a blonde trollop or a 
brunette at a bar two blocks from the swinging singles building in which he 
now lived. All his wondering came to an abrupt halt when he stepped outside 
the players' entrance and saw the woman with the long blonde hair in the 
purple dress stroking the white cat she was holding. One look at her and 
Ramon decided that she was what he wanted. 

Walking over to her, he asked, "Waiting for anyone in particular?" 

"Wasn't there a game tonight?" Ellen asked. 

"Today, not tonight," he told her. "I'm the only one left and I'm going 
home. Care to come with me?" 

He said it jokingly, figuring she was the kind of woman a man had to work on 
for quite awhile before he'd be able to get her to come home with him. 

"Sure," she said. "Mind if I bring my pussy?" she held up the cat. 

"By all means, bring the kitty," he acknowledged. 

"One other thing," she said. "When our evening's over, I expect you to drive 
me back here to get my car." 

"I'll getcha a cab," Ramon assured her. "Don't worry. The cab drivers in 
Chicago all know me, and they take good care of any girl I tell 'em to watch 
out for." 

"Fair enough," Ellen nodded, following him to his light blue Eldorado. 

Ramon got behind the wheel, leaned over, and unlocked the passenger door 
from inside, letting Ellen open the door herself. She did so and drove off 
without another word once she was inside. 

He wanted to take her to a restaurant first, but when she objected, he 
shrugged, then smiled and said, "Okay, baby, let's head for my apartment." 

Ten minutes later he was parking his car in the underground garage beneath 
his apartment house, and they took the elevator upstairs with Ellen holding 
Lucifer in her arms. 

His apartment was magnificent, and it was obvious a maid came in every day 
to change his linen and clean everything. Ramon waved her to the liquor, 
then went into the bedroom. Ellen poured herself a Scotch on the rocks after 
putting the cat down, then went to the window and stared out. She saw the 
terraces of all the other apartments. Ramon's terrace, she decided, was 
probably on another side of the house, right off his bedroom. 

From somewhere below there was loud music playing, the Tijuana Brass, and 
Ellen realized some kind of party was going on. 

When Ramon re-emerged, wearing a dressing gown, she turned and smiled at 
him. The room's indirect lighting reflected off her purple lenses as she 
said, "You've done quite well for yourself. You must be very proud." 

"Just dumb luck," Ramon yawned, walking over to her. 

"I wish I know how you did it," she said to him. She was about to say 
something to the effect that her own husband wasn't making nearly as much, 
but she clamped her mouth shut. The last thing she wanted to do was give 
away just who she was. Finally she said, "I hope one day I'll be living in 
something like this." 

"You sound like a girl who knows what she wants," Ramon said, no trace of a 
Cuban accent at all in his voice, betraying the fact that he had come to the 
U.S. while very young. "There are very few people in the world who know what 
they really want," he said, turning out the light and standing behind her as 
she looked out the window. "That's what separates the smart people from the 
dummies." 

Looking straight down over her shoulder, Ramon was able to see her 
incredible breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, two gently 
bobbing, pale apples, half of which were revealed by the depth of her 
plunging neckline. Ramon wanted to rip the cloth away-and hungrily nibble at 
the juicy succulent fruit. He was conscious of the fact that any man looking 
at this woman would have felt the same way. "For instance," he said to her, 
"right now I know exactly what I want." 

Ellen turned to face him, and in the light coming in from outside, her eyes 
were locked against his. Ramon reached out and slowly brought her close to 
him, bending his head to capture the softness of her full lips as they 
opened expectantly beneath his. He was aware of her sudden intake of breath 
as he abruptly thrust his tongue into the warmly wet cavern of her soft 
mouth, pressing her delectably pliant body into his solid, beefy length. 
Ellen discovered she was shivering as his hand found the nape of her neck 
beneath the cascade of long blonde hair she used to cover her own. He began 
caressing her tender skin. 

"OHHHHHHH ... YYYYEEEEAAAA-HHHHHH ... FUCK ME, LOVER!" 

Ellen suddenly froze, her muscles .suddenly rigid with shock at the sound of 
the lascivious words coming from a terrace off to the left and one floor 
below. What the blazes was going on over there? The window where she was 
standing overlooked that particular terrace, and once her eyes became 
accustomed to the dark, she would be able to see what was going on over 
there. She knew this was a place where lots of people liked to swing, but 
still ... out in the open? On a terrace? Not that she objected to 
four-letter words herself, but there was a time and a place for everything, 
and one didn't simply do and say things indiscriminately. 

"Look, down there," Ramon whispered softly in her ear, turning her so she 
was facing the terrace from which the voices had come. There was a tangle of 
white limbs down below on a chaise lounge. 

"Good Lord!" Ellen gasped. 

"That's Miguel Hernandez," Ramon said. "He's a friend of mine. He tried to 
make the team but wasn't good enough, so they had to let him go. Now he 
makes money in real estate." 

"But out in the open?" 

"Oh, he's quite a lover," Ramon whispered in her ear. He realized she was 
trembling, and didn't know whether it was from lust, having witnessed what 
she was witnessing, or shock. 

Suddenly Ramon gripped her shoulders and twisted her around abruptly toward 
him. He surrounded her with his arms and bent his head, pressing his lips 
solidly against hers, grinding his mouth into the softness of her lips. She 
groaned and struggled weakly for a sudden panicky moment, then finally let 
her go. 

"That was to keep you from speaking again," he whispered softly. "They 
almost heard you and you wouldn't want that. Now relax and let's watch. You 
know, it might be very interesting. Who knows, we might both learn 
something." 

She tried to ease the tension in her muscles, wanting to completely relax, 
but she still felt the surprising sensation of Ramon's lips where they had 
pressed against her mouth. It disturbed her, because there had been no 
gentleness at all about it. He was not only rough, but very unmannerly. He 
was even less gentle than Jerry Nunno had been. Even so, her body had 
responded automatically, almost violently. Her body had liked it. 

For some reason it seemed like the most non-mechanical thing to happen to 
her in her life. Kenny's kissing and making love to her was very mechanical, 
and even what she had done with Jerry Nunno was more or less a mechanical 
imitation of everything she had done with Kenny. Now, for the first time, 
things felt somewhat different, and inwardly she was extremely excited, 
though a tiny corner of her brain was warning her to look out. 

From the corner of her eye she saw Lucifer had curled up into a ball on 
Ramon's sofa, paying no attention whatsoever to what the man was doing to 
her. What the hell! She certainly didn't expect to be protected by a cat as 
she might be by a dog. She was starting to feel all kinds of tiny 
butterfly-like sensations in the pit of her belly. 

Her gaze returned to the terrace below in spite of herself, and she did 
something she hadn't done since a child; she began nervously gnawing at a 
knuckle. It never occurred to her that any other man kissing her would build 
such a violent reaction in her quivering body, but it had, and she had to 
admit the strength of his arms wrapped tightly around her felt wonderful. 

She was afraid to look back at Ramon for fear of not knowing how to react. 
After becoming so enthralled by one or two of his kisses, there was no 
telling how she would react should she continue watching the scene taking 
place below where unmistakable sounds of lovemaking were reaching through 
the open window to her ears. In addition, the soft mewling sounds coming 
from the female in the chaise lounge below added to the grating rasp of the 
man's heavy breathing told the story well enough. She was just now first 
beginning to have her doubts. Maybe what she was doing wasn't such a wise 
thing, after all. Yet she certainly knew better than to agonize Ramon at 
this juncture. After all, when she had willingly accepted his offer to come 
home, she had let him know she was willing to do what he wanted. Still, 
would she be able to simply stand here and watch all this, then actually let 
Ramon make love to her? 

Suddenly there was silence on the terrace below. She craned her neck forward 
and looked down just in time to see the woman now gently pushing the man's 
body away from her. 

There was almost a full moon that night, and everything was clearly visible. 

At this point Ellen hardly dared draw a breath. What she was seeing, in 
spite of all that she had read, was unbelievable. The young woman below was 
lowering her head over the penis of the man as he lay sprawled out on the 
chaise. Then she herad a soft moan coming from Ramon, who was standing 
behind her. 

Leaning forward, the Cuban whispered into her ear very softly, "Watch! She's 
going to suck his cock!" As he spoke he wrapped his arms all the more 
tightly around Ellen's waist, tugging her that much more tightly against 
him. 

"Oh God!" Ellen gasped, unable to accept what was happening, never having 
done something like it before in her life. She turned and pressed her face 
into Ramon's chest, whimpering, "They're doing something terrible." 

Even though she was convinced she had braced herself for any and every 
sexual experience, Ellen realized this was too much for her. Tears were 
starting to brim in her eyes. That strange sight of the man's thick penis 
slowly disappearing into the woman's ovaled mouth was too much for her to 
take. Now there were all kinds of sucking sounds coming from the terrace, 
wet, slurping noises, punctuated occasionally by small sighs, gasps of 
thrilled delight, and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. 

Ellen burrowed her head all the harder into Ramon's shoulder, doing her best 
to shut out the lascivious sounds her ears were picking up. But no matter 
what she did it didn't help. 

She felt like grabbing her cat and running from the place, but at that 
moment she realized her legs would not support her. Ramon's arms were the 
only things holding her up at present. She was unable to do anything other 
than simply stand there and listen with anguished ears while the woman below 
continued to orally love the man's penis. 

She was very abruptly aware of the baseball player's hand softly massaging 
one of her swollen breasts. He rubbed gently for a moment, then gave her 
nipple a hard pinch, sending all kinds of painful flashes shooting through 
her. Unexpectedly, pleasure shot down the full length of her trembling 
spine. No! Not like this! Not here! Not now! Frantically she twisted in his 
arms, and in doing so, once more came face-to-face with the lewd spectacle 
on the terrace below, watching the way the woman sucked the man. 

In her abrupt, unreasoning panic, the sight caught her completely by 
surprise and she stared for a moment. She found herself actually fascinated 
by the obscene act the two were now performing. She had never imagined what 
it would be like watching two other people make love, though she had told 
Kenny more than once she would like a mirror in the bedroom that reflected 
everything they did on the bed. She had never even conceived of seeing 
anyone make love in the forbidden way she was now watching, and discovered 
it was affecting her much the way looking at her own body in the bathroom 
mirror had affected her. Instead of the absolute disgust she had believed 
she would feel, she suddenly felt an overpowering light-fingered quivering 
somewhere deep between her trembling thighs. She began clenching her eyes 
tightly shut, but was unable to block out the lewdly inciting picture. The 
soft moans from the people below added to the wetly slurping sucking sounds 
now drifted through the moonlit night air, magnifying the obscene images 
many times over. 

Ellen realized her body was once again going to betray her. It needed 
satisfaction no matter what the cost, and she found herself uttering a low, 
helpless groan which was almost instantly choked off once more by Ramon 
pressing his hungering lips to hers. This time his tongue flicked hungrily 
into her mouth, making her writhe and squirm, though she didn't know if it 
was from fear or from lust. The passionate tide in her body was mounting and 
there seemed no conceivable way to stem it. 

She struggled, doing her best to pull away from the star baseball slugger, 
but his strength was far too great and she only succeeded in making things 
worse. Maybe this was the way these swinging singles got their kicks, and 
she was expected to respond in kind. If she didn't, he'd think she was some 
kind of dummy. 

She wanted to struggle some more, but didn't dare for fear of the couple 
below discovering they were being spied upon. Noise might attract attention, 
and others might see her, and at a later date one of them might recognize 
her in spite of the fact that she had done her best to disguise herself. 
Then word might get back to Kenny and he would never forgive her. 

"Did you see that?" Ramon whispered in her ear. "He fucked her until she 
came, and now she's sucking his cock, making him shoot." 

"Yes, yes, I saw," Ellen gasped, mumbling excitedly, the lewd sight still 
strangely arousing and thrilling to her. 

"You know," Ramon said to her. "I think we ought to follow their lead." 

He pulled her around so the two of them were facing one another in the 
darkness. He began grinding his pelvis tightly into hers, sliding his hands 
down to the sweet softness of her rounded buttocks and pulling her all the 
more tightly into his loins. 

"AAAGGGHHHH!" Ellen gasped. "PLEASE ... PLEASE ... NO ... NOT YET," she 
whispered, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. 

"Why the hell not?" Ramon asked. "Baby, you and I are as attracted to each 
other as that couple down below," he whispered into her ear, his voice 
carrying a harsh note of finality. He continued rubbing the front of his 
body firmly against hers, locking his lips suckingly over hers, the stiff 
hardness in his trousers pressing against the softly resilient plane of her 
flat belly. 

"UNH! PLEASE!" she whimpered. "NOT NOW! DON'T DO THIS," she began pleading, 
tears filling her eyes, though he was unable to see them because of the 
glasses she was wearing. 

There was no way for her to resist at this point without the couple down 
below hearing her struggles, and it was obvious Ramon Casada knew it. Now, 
for the first time, she regretted all this she had fallen into. She had 
thrust herself into the swinging world and was going to pay for it very 
dearly. Still, her body was inwardly excited and aroused that all this was 
going to happen. 

Her slender torso suddenly stiffened as she became aware of Ramon reaching 
behind her with his hands and squeezing her full buttocks, pulling her soft 
loins all the more solidly against his. She clamped her eyes tightly shut, 
fighting with all her willpower against the fiery, totally uncontrolled 
sensations that were first beginning to course through her shuddering body, 
but the touch of the man's fingers returning against her quiveringly erect 
nipples was making her head whirl and spin. The hardness of Ramon's strongly 
erect penis crushing into her belly brought soft moans of helpless 
submission to her whimpering, trembling lips. 

"You have one fantastic body," the former 

Cuban whispered, still feeling obscene ripples of thrilling pleasure 
charging through her flesh. "I'm really going to enjoy this wild fuck. Yes 
indeed!" 

"H-here?" she gasped, "In front of the window, where anyone can look in? I 
don't want to perform. I want to make love, not simply fuck! This has to be 
a memorable experience, and not some kind of nightmare." 

"It'll be an experience, that much I promise you," Ramon told her, chuckling 
very softly, slipping his large, ham-like hand between their bodies, rubbing 
the smooth, flat surface of her soft belly. 

Ellen knew this was going to be different all right, and she gasped, holding 
her breath as she felt the hem of her violet dress slowly being pulled 
higher until it reached the top of her thighs and his thick fingers abruptly 
coming into contact with her shudderingly naked flesh. Ellen found herself 
squirming back, whimpering helplessly as one of the man's fingertips slipped 
slowly under the tight, narrow elastic band of her panties, seeking her 
sensitive slit. Moving slowly and unbelievably gently considering the size 
and thickness of his hands, Ramon parted her softly resilient pubic hair, 
then pushed his middle finger against her seething slit, feeling the puddled 
wetness in the pink division. The ball of his finger ran over the already 
hardened nubbin of her clitoris. The entire slit was flooding and slippery 
with her juices and she realized her panties were already heavily saturated 
with her womanly oils as desire continued permeating her entire shuddering 
being. She caught her breath to hold in the groans of involuntary pleasure 
the Cuban was building in her body. She knew that if she made any kind of 
sound at all, the people on the terrace below would hear her. Also, there 
might be observers in other windows off to the side who might be able to see 
through the window near where she was standing. The bright moonlight was 
streaming across the floor, making Ramon and herself stand out. 

Tears of shame and humiliation suddenly cascaded down her cheeks as an 
attack of conscience overcame her for the first time. With Jerry Nunno there 
had been none of these feelings because, in his own way, Jerry was as 
innocent as she. But there was nothing unknowing about Ramon. He took what 
he wanted and knew damned well how to make the woman he was with want him to 
do it. For the first time she actually felt ashamed of herself because she 
was automatically reacting to the shudderingly thrilling and tantalizing 
caresses of her full, round breasts and swollen vaginal lips. She squirmed 
her hips in involuntary rhythm to the consistently insistent rummaging of 
the man's thick finger against her erect clitoris. 

"Spread your legs a little," Ramon huskily whispered, now breathing harshly 
into her ear. "Come on, honey, spread those thighs nice and wide." 

"Oh my God! No! Not here!" she gasped, tears streaming down her face as she 
realized he was building desire in her to a higher point than she had ever 
previously known. "We're in the moonlight. We might be seen by people 
standing in other apartments." 

"If I take you into the bedroom are we gonna do things my way?" Ramon asked, 
his voice still whispering, his lips widely spread in a triumphant smile. 
"Come on, honey, tell me, will you do things my way?" he wanted to know, his 
finger sliding across the nubbin of her clitoris the way a bow might slide 
across a violin string. 

"Anything!" she gasped. "I'll do anything you say, as long as I'm not on 
public display. I just don't like people seeing me," she said, her eyes 
flicking down to the terrace where the couple now lay, writhing and 
wriggling on the chaise, the man's rigid phallic length pounding in and out 
of the lovely woman's sucking mouth. 

"In this building," he whispered, "everyone is usually so preoccupied with 
what they're doing, they never notice what anyone else is doing." 

Ramon chuckled softly and drew her further into the room, out of the splash 
of moonlight that washed across his carpet. He led her into the bedroom and 
shut the door. 

Ellen stood there in the dark, waiting as he went to the two windows across 
the room and lowered the Venetian blinds, closing them. Then he returned to 
where she was standing and snapped on the light switch. Four lamps, around 
the opulently furnished bedroom, suddenly went on. 

Looking at him, Ellen realized Ramon Casada was both taller and bulkier than 
her own husband, whom she had always considered a very hefty man. The full 
impact of what was about to happen suddenly came to her. This almost 
grotesque monster of a man was going to make love to her, and it was going 
to happen because she, like a dummy, had willingly come with him. A man like 
that, crushing himself against her, might totally destroy her. Even if she 
managed to somehow or other survive, his weight crashing against her slender 
frame might crack a bone or two, or at the very least would leave black and 
blue bruises that might not totally disappear by the time Kenny was back. 
Panicky, she moved toward the door he had just shut, then stopped as a loud 
masculine groan from him hit her like a blow. 

"What the hell's the matter with you, blondie?" the baby-faced ball player 
loudly snapped at her, his voice suddenly turning angry and impatient. "You 
said you didn't want to be on display, so we came here, to the bedroom. I 
proved I was willing to do what you wanted. Now the time has come for you to 
do a little of what I want." 

The ball player's biting words began spinning and tumbling in Ellen's brain 
like clothes in a dryer as Ramon moved closer to her and began vibrantly 
stroking the fullness of her breast. 

Yes, the man was right! Why the hell had she come here in the first place if 
not to make love to this strange man and discover yet a new penis inside her 
body? So the man was bulkier than Kenny. So what. She knew full well if she 
tried leaving now even if he didn't get what he wanted, her exit would be so 
loud everyone in the building would be aware of her presence. Even if they 
didn't recognize her through the wig and makeup she was wearing, she would 
never be able to be seen in this neighborhood again in this outfit. It was 
easy enough to rationalize that all she wanted at the moment was to go home 
and be a good little housewife, but she knew it wasn't true. Eventually, 
just as Dr. Jekyll found himself returning again and again to the drug which 
turned him into Mr. Hyde, she would venture forth again. If she was able to 
stick it out with Ramon, then she would be able to handle just about any 
man, anywhere, any time. Hell! She was only human. She was so frustrated by 
Kenny's absences. She had to do something. 

So, despite the misgivings she felt at being with Ramon, she finally turned 
to the baseball slugger and nodded, saying, "Yes, of course. You're 
absolutely right!" 

Silently he moved her toward the large bed, a really monstrous affair with 
royal purple covers on it that had already been turned down. Apparently 
Ramon left the maid instructions that his bed was always to be left ready 
for immediate use. 

He sat her on the bed, then made her slide over as he sat beside her, lying 
down next to her supine figure. His arm went around her and he pulled her 
toward him, pressing his full wet lips tightly over hers, thrusting his 
tongue deeply into the wetly heated depths of her small mouth. Ellen lay 
limply beside him as he turned his body and began grinding his front against 
hers, letting her feel the thickness of his penis against her incredibly 
soft womanly thigh. 

Little by little Ellen tried calming down. She realized with more than a 
little despair that Ramon simply was not the kind of man she wanted inside 
her body, yet there wasn't anything for her to do at the moment. She closed 
her mind, doing her best not to think as his hands once again moved down the 
front of her dress, slipping carefully inside the front opening, then 
sliding back, moving over the soft curves of her shoulders to the snaps of 
the low cut brassiere. He unhooked them one at a time, slowly, carefully, 
knowing what he was doing, and she heard him sigh in thrillingly obscene 
appreciation as he slipped it from her body and dropped it on the bedroom 
floor, letting her full, ripe breasts bobble freely in the open air now that 
he had the dress pushed down as well. 

She was worried he might tear the dress, but Ramon, being a man of 
considerable expertise, found the zipper and began pulling it down. In a 
moment the dress was completely open and being pushed down over her hips. 

Ellen realized she was in for an entirely new and different experience as 
she realized he was up on his knees above her, moving lower, his frantic 
fingers pulling the dress down over her hips. Then his fingers hooked 
against the elastic waistband of her white nylon bikini panties, drawing 
them down over the roundness of her roundly full buttocks. A moment later, 
they too were with the rest of her clothing that lay in a small, forlorn 
heap on the floor near the side of the bed. 

Ellen was totally naked now, and realized she was completely at the mercy of 
Ramon Casada. He was gazing at her in the bright lamp light, and thought she 
actually saw him foaming at the mouth. Then he leaned forward, pressing his 
hungry lips into the flat softness of her cringing belly. She gasped, 
trembling, not quite aware of what the man was doing, but did know she 
wanted to force his face away from her body, and so she gripped the two 
fuzzy balls of hair over his ears with the intent of tugging his head up. 
But Ramon thought she was telling him she was his to do with as he pleased, 
and the slugger dropped his hungry lips to the soft brown pubic triangle and 
gently spread the well-manicured, curling pelvic hairs, and for the first 
time Ellen felt a tongue snake out and dart against the quiveringly moist 
slit of her seething vagina. 

"UNNNHHH ... N-O-O-O-O..." she gasped, taken totally by surprise. "WHAT. ARE 
YOU DOOOOOINNNNGGGG...? " 

She did her best to try and squirm back away from the hungering man, but 
Ramon caught her under her slender knees and lifted them, bunching her legs 
over his shoulder. He half-rose from his crouching position, and she felt 
helpless, seeing with how much ease he hoisted the weight of her thighs, 
pressing her head and upper back firmly into the mattress. His hands slid 
over her body and began caressing the fullness of her rounded breasts, his 
thumbs tweaking her nipples, rubbing and massaging them, making them stand 
up as never before. 

Using her elbows for leverage, Ellen lifted her upper body up a little, 
staring between her breasts and at his face above her flat belly, looking at 
him as if he were some kind of beast of prey about to pounce on his 
helplessly fear-stricken victim. 

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, suddenly gasping, seeing the 
way his large hands, like clamps, fixed themselves to the interior of her 
thighs, forcing them to spread wider apart. Her eyes stared, wide open, 
feeling afraid, and yet not feeling afraid. She struggled to clamp her 
thighs shut, but Ramon was far too strong for her. 

"Hey, come on," Ramon laughed, looking at her. "Lady, you and I know you 
aren't strong enough to overpower me. Hell! I'm an athlete and you're just a 
weak broad," the man was loudly chuckling. "You can scream if you want. If 
you scream long enough and loud enough my neighbors will come to your rescue 
... if that's what you want." 

"Oh no!" she gasped, her voice a soft moan as she lay there, watching the 
tip of his thick tongue circling his lips in nervous anticipation of the 
ravishment of her defenseless vagina. 

"In that case," he said to her, leering at the pinkly moist flesh of her 
womanly opening, "I'm gonna stick my mouth in your cunt, kiss it and lick it 
until you shoot. I'm gonna suck that sweet twat of yours until you have the 
kind of screaming orgasm a broad like you knows how to have. So instead of 
fighting me, lie back..." 

This was one of the things she had always wanted to experience, but Ellen 
hated the thought of a slavering pig like Ramon putting his mouth on her 
vagina. She groaned out her helpless submission to him. His vile and 
licentious words were making her tremble as wanton desire once again began 
to slowly take hold of her. Shuddering despite knowing it was Ramon who was 
doing this, displaying her arousal, she was aware of him parting her pelvic 
fleece, his thumbs slowly drawing apart the wet, sticky inner lips of her 
tender vagina, exposing the moistly tight slash to the fire of his wanton 
gaze. He stared at it for a long, long moment as Ellen took a deep breath 
and held it, then drove his head savagely downward, his tongue leaping out 
and darting deep into the warmly throbbing well of her seething pussy. 

"ONNNNHHH . . .AAANNNHHH ... OOOOOOHHHH!" she gasped, her entire body 
twitching uncontrollably as the heavy man's tongue flicked against the 
upstanding bud of her rigidly swollen clitoris, then drew back up through 
the tremblingly sensitive and exposed pink slash of her involuntarily 
dilating vaginal flesh. 

As Ramon's mouth and tongue worked frantically and furiously against the 
widespread, tasty ripeness of her delectably proud young pussy, his eyes 
remained widely open. He looked along the length of her body, between the 
up-thrust hills of her rounded breasts to stare at the wildly confused 
contortions and lines of her lovely face. 

The baseball player grinned in obscene triumph when she began groaning 
hotly, from the yearning depths of her trembling throat as the heatedly 
probing tip of his slavering tongue worked its way up and down the 
delectable length of her soddenly narrow womanly slash. Starting at the 
lower belly, he began inching his tongue along the flaming flesh slithering 
down over her gently throbbing vagina, running across the perineal strip of 
flesh and into the crevice of her rhythmically flexing buttocks. His hands 
moved to the backs of her knees, and pressing on them, using them for 
leverage, he pushed her knees over her shoulders. Then he used her hands to 
keep her knees in place as he shoveled his own hands under her buttocks and 
lifted her a little, seeing the way the fronts of her thighs rubbed against 
her nipples flattening her breasts, exposing the entire flat plane of her 
fearfully trembling vagina to his hungrily eager and anxious mouth, 
plundering and pillaging her now as he wished. 

Ramon began licking all the more quickly, fucking her cunt all the faster 
with his tongue, probing harder and quicker as her unintelligible whimpering 
filled the room with sensuous sounds of continually rising lust. Body and 
mind now totally aflame, feeling crazed animal excitement charging through 
her, Ramon dipped his tongue lower, flicking the tip of it into the tightly 
puckered hole of her shuddering anus. 

The unexpected contact with the tremblingly sensitive, rubbery opening 
brought a long, low shuddering moan of unconscious excitement from her 
tightly contorted lips. She was gasping, but her saliva was catching in her 
throat, making it sound as if she were gargling. 

It was everything she had hoped for and more. Ellen West found herself 
totally out of control, and was in heaven, unable to keep herself from 
responding to the madly thrilling, rapturous sensation it sent racing 
completely out of control through her quivering body. 

Automatically now she began hurling her soft loins toward the baseball 
player's face and he answered her wordless pleas with a deeply stabbing 
thrust into the forbidden hole between her soft ass-cheeks. It was as if her 
ass-hole had split wide open to accept the thickness of the man's lingual 
organ. Even though a part of her trembling mind cried out in protest, saying 
she ought not to indulge in anything so vile, the rest of her laughed at her 
conscience, pushing it all the way into the depths of her struggling body. 
Her torso quivered uncontrollably, continually moving beneath the 
overpowering assault on her shuddering senses, body and mind completely lost 
in the rising torrent of lewd sexual pleasure. 

Ramon sensed the woman's final and total surrender to him, and with a wide, 
savage grin, thrust his thickly wet tongue into the seething depths of her 
trembling, quivering vagina again and again. He was well aware of her soft 
brown pubic hairs grazing his nose and the sides of his face as the lovely 
woman continued grinding her buttocks in a slow, hypnotic rhythm against his 
face. He was aware of the sexually sleek vaginal flesh sliding wetly around 
the lengthy extension of his driving tongue as the wildly vibrating walls of 
her vagina opened and closed uncontrollably. She was so aroused at this 
point that, without realizing it, she was trying to tug the length of his 
invading organ deeper into her wetly warm interior. 

Her helplessly aroused, trembling body continued writhing and squirming 
nakedly and shamelessly against the constantly insane licking tongue of the 
man who was with her until Ellen thought she would certainly go totally 
insane from the overpoweringly wonderful and rapturous sensations in her 
quivering loins and belly. Her hands curled into the puffy Afro of Ramon's 
hair as a low, soul-stirring moan escaped from somewhere inside her 
trembling chest. Thoughts of how much she disliked Ramon as a person were 
now forgotten. Forgotten too were all her fears and horror at the thought of 
being used by this man. Nothing seemed to matter any longer but the 
thrilling, excruciating pleasure of Ramon's insistent tongue as it bored 
into her, fucking her slick pussy time and again. Her head flailed from side 
to side, lips baring back of her white teeth as she felt the gathering 
billows of orgasm rising ever higher. This pressure of a man's tongue in the 
seething depths of her searing cunt had her so violently aroused that she 
didn't care about anything else. 

"YES, YES, YES, YES," she mindlessly gasped. "SUCK MY CUNT! SUCK IT! LICK MY 
PUSSY! OHHHHH YESSSSS!" 

Still grinning widely, Ramon pushed his head savagely downward, his lips 
mashing solidly against her vaginal labia, his tongue ramming into her 
cuntal orifice in the ultimate French kiss. 

"UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAANNNG- 

GHHH!" the lovely woman gasped as the long, heated tongue continually 
slashed deeper into her, making her body react with convulsive lurches. Her 
hands tightly grasped his hair harder and tried pulling his face even more 
deeply into her lust-soaked loins. Ohhhh Goddd! It felt good ... 
s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o goooooood ... why hadn't Kenny ever done something like 
this to her? 

Ramon continued his probing, wanton tonguing of her wetly seething, flooding 
vaginal crevice, his hands once more sliding over her belly and gathering in 
the fullness of her swollen breasts, cupping and squeezing them, almost 
assaulting them as he thrust her back-thrust thighs out of the way. 

Ramon's tongue and mouth continued their wet assault on her widespread 
vaginal furrow, making all kinds of loud, obscene sucking noises that seemed 
to fill the room with a weird crescendo of sound. She clenched her womanly 
fists in his hair, pulling more than one strand loose in her convulsive 
action as the man's constantly probing tongue located the erectly pulsating 
button of her trembling clitoris. She gasped, whining sharply and 
agonizingly as he took the tiny bud between his teeth, gripping it tightly 
as he ran the tip of his tongue over and over it. 

Her head began wickedly flailing from side to side, moving with total and 
complete abandonment as Ramon now opened his mouth wider, slurping his flat 
tongue straight down along the smoothly heated, oily slash, returning once 
again to the narrow entrance of her vagina. Now he began plunging his tongue 
in and out, orally fucking her faster and harder, sliding his heatedly wet 
tongue into her dilated, gaping hole, listening to the unintelligible 
whimpering noises she was making as he swirled and flicked his oral digit 
through her satin-like interior, feeling the pulsating clasp of her soft 
cuntwalls trying to grip his cock and hold it in place. 

Now he alternated his tongue between the little pucker of her anus and the 
larger well of her bubbling cunt. The tongue moved in and out, flicking 
rapidly, lancing through her tender membranes, making her writhe in even 
wilder ecstasy. He knew the moment of her climax was not far off. 

This was fine with Ramon. From the way she kissed earlier, he had determined 
she had a small mouth, and though he would have loved forcing his cock into 
it, he knew she was the kind of woman who had to be brought along slowly. So 
he pushed his tongue into her cunt, thinking if he ever got his hands on her 
again that he would make her blow him, but for now, after he finished 
tongue-fucking her, he intended pushing his cock into her cunt and firing a 
wad into her that would flood her so much that it would be seeping out her 
ears. 

He began driving his tongue harder into her, into her cunt, then into her 
ass, watching the way she writhed and squirmed, knowing from her frantic 
reactions that there was no way she had ever done anything like this before. 
He paused for a moment, and stared up along the sweat-slick valley between 
her high, heaving breasts at the twisted grimace on her lovely, adorable, 
beautiful face. There was no question but that the woman was thoroughly 
digging what he was doing to her. Well, to Ramon Casada that was nothing 
new. They all dug what he did to them. But this one was actually wallowing 
in it. It wouldn't be much longer before she hit her peak, and then he would 
be able to poke his steely prong into her and fill her with his sperm. Hell! 
He was willing to bet that when the time came for him to fuck her, she'd 
have a second climax. He was feeling in great form that particular day. Yes 
indeed! Lowering his head, he resumed his delightful labor once again. 

Ellen squirmed and contorted, moving insanely beneath the madly licking 
tongue until she was certain she would go totally out of her mind because of 
the complete rapturous ecstasy charging through her climax-hungry loins and 
quaking belly. She needed release so badly, and it had to happen soon or she 
would go totally out of her mind. Her head continued wildly flailing while 
she ground her insanely starving vagina into the man's constantly lusting 
face and tongue as she felt the gathering tidal wave of her inner orgasm 
mounting, mounting, then cresting, and then-she was there! 

"EEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHHAAANNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHH!" she 
screamed, the sound only half-human as it came rushing from her throat, 
tightening her fingers in Ramon's fluffy hair, drawing him into her wildly 
convulsing pussy with all her might. More juices continued flowing from her 
widespread vaginal tunnel, inundating Ramon's face. Much of it flowed into 
her rectal crevice, making the area between her buttocks a soaking pool as 
wet spots began appearing on the sheets beneath her. She screamed, then 
screamed again and yet again. 

Then, while she was still in the throes of her wild orgasm, Ramon lifted his 
head, scrambled up on her body, and solidly thrust the immense thickness of 
his cock into her, having removed his pants while she was climaxing. It made 
her reach another peak in a hurry, and she looked at the Cuban-born slugger 
and gasped, "YES, YES, YES! NOW FUCK ME! FUCK ME DEEP!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It was over! 

Ellen once again lay in her own bed in her own home, and in spite of the 
drubbing Ramon had given her cunt, she hadn't a single bruise on her body. 
Her white pussy cat, Lucifer, purred contentedly on her bedroom floor. 

It had been the most fantastic experience of her life, and Ellen wondered if 
she was able to return to simple flat-on-her-back fucking with Kenny. She 
had the feeling that if Kenny really wanted to, he probably would have been 
able to surpass Ramon in the tongue department. Granted the Cuban was very 
much an expert, but he had a personality that left a lot to be desired. 

Somehow she had to gain control of herself. She realized her experiment, 
much like that of the good Dr. Jekyll, was getting out of hand. She was 
losing control of her inner self, and just as Hyde had emerged from the 
doctor s body without his using the drug to call him forth, so had her 
sexual needs taken such control of her that Ellen knew if she didn't bring 
herself under control shortly, she would become too daring, and as a result, 
would eventually end up being highly indiscreet. 

She was weak at the moment, having had three separate orgasms that night-two 
with Ramon's cock buried in her cunt. There had to be a way out of all this, 
there just had to. Sure! Just stop putting on the wig, glasses, and makeup, 
and stay home. . 

Simple! 

But even as she slowly began drifting off to sleep, Ellen knew it wasn't 
going to be that way. No! She was hooked on sex and there wasn't a damn 
thing she'd be able to do about it, at least not at the moment. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

When she awoke the following day, Ellen discovered it was almost noon. She 
was bone-weary. All those orgasms had taken their toll on her exhausted 
body. 

Going to the bathroom, she ran a hot tub and sat in it for more than an 
hour. It did her a world of good, taking the aches and pains out of her, 
though the weariness remained. 

Ellen stayed home and watched TV that day. On a whim, she turned on the 
local ball game-not the one with her husband's team, which was playing in 
Saint Louis at the moment, but the Knights' game. They were playing Kansas 
City, a team which, according to the announcer, usually drubbed the hell out 
of them. 

Not so today. 

In a surprise move, Jerry Nunno, the reliever who had done so badly his 
first time out, had been made the starting pitcher, and he was, after seven 
innings, turning in a startling one-hit shutout. Meanwhile, the team's 
slugger, Ramon Casada, had hit two home runs, a double, and a single in four 
times at bat. 

Curious, Ellen watched the game to the finish, and afterward there was an 
interview with the two players who had the most to do with winning that 
day's particular game. They happened to be Nunno and Casada. 

When Jerry Nunno was asked what had happened to turn him around so quickly, 
he replied, "It has to do with a new friend I met. This friend inspired me 
with confidence in myself, convincing me to believe in myself and to relax 
when I was out there on the mound." 

When the interviewer asked who the friend was, Jerry replied: 

"I don't know. I never got the person's name, but if I ever see that person 
again, I have a lot to be thankful for." 

Then Ramon was interviewed, and he was asked what helped pull him out of his 
slump. 

Smiling at the camera, Ramon said, "Clean living. As an athlete I can 
categorically state that good, clean living, with no alcohol, tobacco, or 
drugs to mess up my life is the answer. I knew I had it in me to pull out of 
that slump, and I simply talked myself into relaxing at the plate. I had 
been over-anxious. Believe me, I was more relaxed up there today than I've 
been in a long, long time." 

"Then you don't attribute the end of your slump to anyone other than 
yourself?" the interviewer asked. 

"That's absolutely correct," Ramon nodded. "Just lots of milk, apple pie, 
and getting to bed early at night. I definitely advocate getting to bed 
early." 

Ellen felt as if the Cuban-born player was looking into the TV camera 
directly at her, and she snapped off the set. The hypocritical bastard! If 
he was relaxed up at that plate that day, she knew damned well she was the 
one responsible for it. Not that Ramon wouldn't have been able to find 
someone else had she not been around, but she had a funny feeling that he 
got a little more enjoyment out of her than he might have from some other 
woman. 

That evening she cooked herself a couple of lamb chops, then got into bed, 
turned on the bedroom TV set, and from the sports news learned her husband 
was doing exceedingly well. He was leading the Hornets. Well, in her own 
way, she was leading the Knights! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

For a whole week Ellen controlled herself, but as each day went by, her body 
was driving her mad with the desire for inner satisfaction. She masturbated 
three, four, sometimes five times a day, but it did nothing to alleviate her 
inner tension. There was no substitute for a man, whether it be his tongue 
or his cock. 

The blonde wig was now known by two men on the team, so Ellen went downtown 
that Saturday afternoon and bought herself a red wig with curls. She also 
bought red sunglasses with red-tinted lenses, and finally she bought a 
slinky red dress with a zipper down the side that made getting into and out 
of very easy. 

She had to have a man, and for some reason it seemed to make sense that she 
score with a baseball player. She didn't know why, but felt safer with a 
ball player than trying to pick up some other strange man. Besides, her 
husband always boasted that ball players had less chance of carrying VD than 
other men. Ellen had no idea why such an idea might be true, but was willing 
to accept it, and so decided that it had to be another ball player. 

Saturday evening was out, but the following day, Sunday, the Knights were 
playing a doubleheader. She waited until the eighth inning of the second 
game, then slipped into her red costume, this time using red eye shadow 
instead of blue, and leaving Lucifer in the house, got into her car and 
headed for the stadium. She listened to the ball game on the radio, and by 
the time she got there it was over. 

She parked her car in the far corner of the players' lot and waited. She saw 
the players filing out and wanted to get out of her car and approach them, 
but she didn't have the nerve. There were so many of them, and if she went 
off with one of them, so many others would be certain to notice. 

So she waited. She waited, counting twenty-seven men, including the trainer 
and some of the coaches. Then she slipped out of her car and slowly walked 
down the long tunnel leading to the players' locker room. She didn't know 
what to expect at this point, nor did she care. Most baseball players, from 
what she had seen, were fairly decent, civilized men, but she knew there was 
the possibility of encountering another Ramon Casada. Even so, her body was 
clamoring for satisfaction and she had to have it. 

For a moment it seemed as if the locker room was empty. She looked around, 
seeing the open lockers-they didn't use the old-fashioned kind with the 
metal doors any longer. 

"What are you doing here?" a voice asked. 

Turning, she saw the team manager, Zak Milton, standing behind her. He had 
just come out of the shower and had nothing but a towel around his naturally 
dark body. Though a little heavy, Zak, who had played major league ball some 
years earlier, was still in good physical shape. His hair was still black, 
even though he was in his late forties or early fifties-she wasn't able to 
figure out which. 

"I ... uhhhhh ... was looking for someone," she said. 

"Look, lady, I'm the only one in here, so scram. I don't appreciate some 
strange broad looking at me while I'm not wearing clothes." 

"What's the matter?" Ellen teased without thinking. "Are you afraid you 
don't have something worth looking at?" 

Zak wasn't the type to stand for anything-not from his players, and 
certainly not from some strange woman. He walked over to her, grabbed her by 
the arm, and shoved her into his office, a small room with a desk in one 
corner and an old, battered leather couch in another. His brown eyes had a 
hard glitter in them, and his long, pointy nose twitched as he licked his 
thin lips. 

Whipping the towel away, he revealed a semi-erect penis of 
better-than-average proportions, then said, "There!" 

"Well, you're all right," Ellen nodded, feeling a little scared at the 
moment, not used to being manhandled quite this roughly, not even by Ramon 
Casada. 

"You've seen me," Zak snapped. "I think it only fair I get a look at your 
body. Now I'll say it once. Strip! Give me a hard time and I'll rip the 
goddamn clothes off you, rape the shit out of you, then call the stadium 
security and have you arrested for indecent exposure. Come on, lady, off 
with everything!" he barked, his voice a harsh, discordant growl. 

Ellen was terrified. She had come looking for action, but it was obvious 
this man intended hurting her, and if she didn't obey him he would hurt her 
even more. She considered hitting him in the testicles, then running, but if 
she missed and he punched her ... well, she would have a hard time 
explaining any bruise, especially a black eye, to Kenny when he got back. 

"All right!" Ellen gasped defiantly. 

She walked over to the desk, put her purse and glasses down, then zipped 
down her red dress, stepping out of it to reveal she was totally naked. She 
had a spare dress in the car in case this one was ripped. Both dresses had 
built-in brassieres, and by now she realized the foolishness of bothering 
with panties. 

"You're a bitch!" Zak snapped, looking at her body, at the high-set breasts 
with their tan nipples, "but you're one helluva beautiful bitch!" 

"Do you rape all women you see?" Ellen asked, quivering with fright, but 
managing to stand with her head high. 

"Only when they open their big mouths and walk into places where they don't 
belong," Zak snapped. "From now on, if you want to solicit, you pick up 
every men outside, not here in the locker room. Got me?" 

"Y-yes!" she nodded. "Are you letting me go?" 

"If I let you go the lesson wouldn't be learned," he said to her. "It's 
important that you learn, honey." 

"Look," she said, seeing the leer on his face. "I don't know what's gotten 
into you, but I do know my stomach is starting to feel queasy, and if you 
keep this up much longer, I might throw up all over you." 

"That's a chance I'll have to take," he laughed. 

"Please let me go," she whimpered. "I won't come back in here again, I 
promise." 

"A lesson learned is a lesson remembered," Zak told her. "Personally, I hope 
you don't cooperate, because then I'm gonna slap you around a little." 

His hands reached out to grab her, but Ellen automatically backed away. When 
the manager began stalking her, she backed around the room, her white, 
quivering form drawing him like a magnet. He stared at her full, bouncing, 
swollen breasts, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. 

As far as Ellen was concerned, this man was angry, probably because his team 
had lost the second half of the doubleheader, and he was using his anger as 
an excuse to hurt her. She had done nothing to him, and there was no reason 
for him to want to hurt her, so it had to be the loss of the ball game. 

Zak leaped at her and she pulled back from him, but little by little she was 
being forced backward until she was against the sofa. She fell, tumbling 
onto the old, cracked leather, feeling the man's eyes washing over her. 

Zak was directly above her now, and she felt his heated breath touching her 
flesh as he bent down to whisper, "You need a good lesson, you dumb cunt. 
I'm just the one to give it to you. If cunts like you stayed away from my 
players, they might have more strength to do what they're being paid to do." 

She stared at the way he was gripping his thick cock in his hand, and he 
began stroking it back and forth. The head, which had been a light violet 
before, was now a rich purple. The sight ought to have repelled her 
considering the way he was forcing her to his will, but she felt aroused 
enough to feel her inner juices already starting to flow. 

"Lie down!" Zak ordered, and she, too afraid to argue, lay down on the sofa 
lengthwise. He straddled her breasts, forcing a knee between her body and 
the back of the couch, and his other knee under her arm. Her swollen breasts 
were rubbing against the cheeks of his ass as his throbbing cock rested in 
the hollow of her throat. 

Reaching down, he slid his hand behind her head and lifted it, saying, "I'm 
gonna be Mr. Nice Guy only once. I'm not pulling your hair. But if you give 
me a hard time, I'll yank until I've pulled every hair out of your head, and 
all those beautiful long curls will be gone for a long, long time." 

Ellen was more terrified than ever when she realized what he wanted. He was 
leaning forward, his cock still tightly gripped in his hand, and he was 
slowly forcing the rubbery tip against her soft lips. 

"UUUUUMMMMPHHHHH! NO! NO! NO!" she muttered through clenched teeth as she 
felt his fingers digging into the nape of her neck. He was hurting her, and 
if he pulled any harder, she was afraid he would tug off her wig and see who 
she was. Whether he recognized her or not at the present time, sooner or 
later he would see her, either in person or with Kenny-posing for a picture, 
and he would really have an edge over her. "This is disgusting, it's 
perverted! I won't do this!" she mumbled. 

Terror filled Ellen as she squirmed under the man's heavy buttocks while 
they pressed all the more firmly into her breasts. She was almost 
cross-eyed, looking down at his rock hard penis as it stabbed itself against 
her lower face time and again. Though she had read about fellatio, it was 
one of the things she had never thought about. Certainly she had no 
intention of performing it. The mere idea of her having to do something like 
this was obscenely nauseating. Her nostrils twitched as she smelled the 
deodorant soap he had used to wash his groin, and she quaked. He was trying 
to cram that horrible thing into her mouth. Well, she wouldn't allow him to 
do it. 

"YOU GODDAMN WHORE!" Zak snapped. "You came here looking for action with one 
of my boys, but you ended up with me instead. Either you do as I say, or I 
promise you one helluva lot of pain. I promise you, you either start sucking 
or I'll ram a baseball bat up your cunt and make you run naked through the 
city, right down State Street. 

He let go of his penis then and began slapping her face, but not too hard. 
There would be no visible marks or bruises, but the slaps had just enough 
strength behind them to let her know who was boss. The slaps stung, but even 
worse was the degradation she felt. Ellen had come here looking for the 
assuagement of her body's needs. She hadn't been looking to hurt anyone. On 
the contrary, she had been looking to give someone a good time, herself 
included. Why was this terrible man doing this to her? 

Ellen began wildly struggling under his heavy torso, fighting, squirming, 
writhing, wriggling, doing her level best to resist as a continual downpour 
of tears flooded her cheeks. He was shaming her, making her feel lower than 
she had ever felt in her life. Even as she continued struggling, Ellen felt 
her body already losing strength. The man was obviously determined to fuck 
her in the mouth, and there was no way for her to avoid it. 

"SUCK MY COCK, DAMN YOU!" Zak insisted, his voice hoarse with the lust that 
was continually mounting inside him. 

His hand, behind her head, jerked her face a little higher, pulling it even 
closer to the throbbing length of his hard, pulsating penis. His other hand 
continued slapping her lovely face each time she refused to obey him. 

The pressure of his buttocks on her chest was becoming overpowering, and 
Ellen was finding it more and more difficult to breathe. She finally went 
totally limp under the abusive manager. 

"Now!" Zak snapped, pressing on her jaw hinges until her mouth began 
opening. "You reach up, take my cock in your hands, and then you be the one 
to guide it into your mouth." 

Ellen's fingers slowly reached up and surrounded his inflamed penis. Tears 
continued streaming down her face as she asked, "Why are you doing this 
horrible thing to me?" 

"Hold my cock tight," Zak told her, ignoring her question. "While you're 
holding it, use your tongue to lick it up and down and all around. Lick the 
entire underside first, then tongue the rest of it. Oh, yeah, I want you to 
use those sweet lips of yours on my balls, too. Don't stop licking until I 
tell you to, because when the licking stops the sucking starts!" 

Looking at the subserviently beautiful redhead below him, he enjoyed looking 
at the way she stared at him, awe-stricken, and he had to admit he was about 
to be sucked by one hell of a good looking face. It was going to be a 
pleasure to stuff her mouth. 

Slowly, fearfully, the lovely woman's fingers tightened their grip on the 
man's thick, heavy penis. This caused all kinds of heated bursts of fiery 
thrills to explode inside the solid rod, making it twitch as Zak gasped out 
a deep grunt. He stared down at her pretty eyes, looking at the red eye 
shadow, watching her tear-shiny eyes enlarged in a heady combination of 
completely debasing subjugation and a secret inner desire of which her 
conscious mind was not yet aware. Zak saw the tiny flames of lustful desire 
kindling in their brown depths, although Ellen was so wrapped up in thoughts 
of being debased that she didn't even realize that inwardly this was another 
new experience her body wanted to enjoy and taste. 

The tingling thrill of her hands tightly wrapped around Zak's stiffly heated 
cock caused flashes of blistering desire to rapidly fire their way through 
the quivering man. He was blinded to anything other than the pressure he 
expected shortly when her lips surrounded his cock. 

Ellen began becoming aware of the tingling sensations racing through her own 
body and she fought them back, certain they were sensations of total 
disgust. The feeling was starting to take utter possession of her, and the 
fear she had been feeling had suddenly given way to a fermenting 
galvanization of overpoweringly wanton desire. It spiraled through her 
entire quivering body, reaching deep into her quaking vagina as her hand 
closed all the more tightly around the stiffly intruding penis. 

Her perplexed mind was now quickly becoming a network of completely 
uncontrollable passions again as she realized each new sexual experience was 
drawing her deeper into this mire of lust she had tried so hard to avoid for 
the past week. Her hand began unconsciously stroking his sturdy phallus and 
more heat was starting to pour through her trembling body. A new, almost 
masochistic desire was shooting through her, building even higher, and then 
Zak's fingers tightened on the nape of her neck, almost dislodging her wig 
as he said, "COME ON, BITCH! PUT THE OLD PECKER INTO THAT HOT LITTLE MOUTH 
AND START GIVING ME SOME TONGUE ACTION." 

His voice snapped her out of her sexual lethargy as he squeezed the nape of 
her neck so hard that he tugged her lips against the tip of his penis. 

"Please don't make me do this," she whimpered submissively, begging and 
pleading, sobbing because she felt the sense of inner desire building to the 
point where she would be sucking on the organ at any moment now if he didn't 
take it away. Her mouth was actually watering as she inhaled the aroma from 
his groin. 

"If this cock belonged to one of the guys on the team you would probably be 
sucking it with gusto," he snapped. "But this happens to be my cock, and I'm 
the one who needs that mouth on it, so get that tongue licking, baby." 

The sound of his voice continually rubbed against her brain like sandpaper, 
and it brought terror back to Ellen. She shuddered as she lay there, 
realizing there was no way to avoid any of this. She ached to get away with 
all her heart-at least her mind did. But her body was looking forward to the 
experience, In the depths of what she felt was her continual debasement, she 
continually stroked the penis with a closed fist, feeling Zak bounce up and 
down, flattening her breasts with his ass-cheeks. Each time her hand pulled 
back on it, the head of the throbbing organ swelled, making his trembling 
purple a deeper lilac. She continued staring at it with crossed eyes as her 
hand kept on tugging on it. 

Ellen sighed, staring at the throbbing instrument in her tight fist, feeling 
a fiery heat develop inside her. Soon her entire universe was wrapped up in 
the heatedly pulsating phallic length gripped by her squeezing fist. Her 
slenderly small fingers just barely managed to go around it, it was so 
thick. Each tug of her hand appeared to bring the head closer and closer to 
her parted lips. His hand on her neck lifted her head higher, and more 
saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. 

The tight squeeze of her clinging hand made Zak shudder with anticipatory 
desire. This caused more searing, burning tickles of wantonly rampant lust 
to suddenly ladder their way through her quivering body. She breathed 
deeply, inhaling the rich essence of his groin, and by now she knew she was 
going to do just as he ordered. 

Slowly she extened her tongue, reaching, reaching, reaching, and finally 
finding the penile tip. Her tongue stretched farther, at last coming into 
the slightest contact with the firm, apricot-shaped tip. 

The touch of her hot tongue on the point of his glans made Zak shudder and 
suddenly gasp. To him, it was as if a hot wire had suddenly been applied to 
his throbbing penis. He forced himself to keep rock-steady as her tongue 
remained where it was. 

For a moment Ellen was afraid of tugging her tongue back into her mouth. To 
do so meant having to taste his penile oil. In order to keep her tongue 
extended-in order not to taste the fluid now deposited on it, she began 
swirling her tongue around his penile extension, hopeful of wiping the fluid 
off. Then she discovered she was licking faster, circling his cock time and 
again. Then her tongue, as if acting independently of her mind, began 
lapping up and down the underside, experimenting with the penis, tasting the 
oils, and also tasting the flesh. 

The movement of her tongue was too much for Zak Milton. He was unable to 
control himself and his buttocks began bouncing on her firmly pillowing 
breasts. When the tip of her tingling tongue licked into the wetly narrow 
slit in the head of his penis, Zak was ready to hit the ceiling. 

Ellen, still holding her breath, suddenly realized she was actually tasting 
the salty emission of colorless fluid as it kept on leaking from his penile 
opening. This was the first time in her life she had ever tasted 
lubrication, and the oily essence of it on her tongue made her writhe 
insanely. She wanted to wipe it off, but the penis was the only thing on 
which she was able to wipe her tongue, and it was more sodden than ever with 
her oral juices and his oily secretion. The more she tried wiping the oils 
on her tongue against his cock, the more oil flowed from the tip of his 
penis. It was a terrible, never-ending cycle. 

The scent from his crotch added to the salty tang of his emitted oil, 
causing another thrilling wave of flaring desire to shudder its way through 
her quivering body. Her provoked nostrils began widely twitching, and 
without realizing it, she found her tongue licking all over the throbbing 
penis. Her hand still gripped the base of the organ, tugging hard on the 
swollen staff, the back of her fist pressing against his heavily hanging 
scrotum sac. Now her titillating tongue was lightly dancing around the 
corona, licking the rim ever so gently, tickling it and making the glans 
flex. Her fingers were massaging the ball, squeezing them, but with just the 
right amount of pressure, as if she had been doing this all her life. 

At one point her licking tongue moved down to his heavy testicles and began 
thoroughly licking them, touching each little wrinkle in the scrotum. Her 
left hand now reached behind the man's seated body, reaching beneath his 
buttocks and scraping his scrotum from behind. This, combined with the 
licking of her tongue, made Zak Milton tremble even more. 

Her fingers slipped beneath his gonads as if trying to weigh them, and all 
the while her other hand continued tickling his throbbing penis as if trying 
to make up for the fact that her tongue was unable to be in two places at 
once. She gripped the solid stalk and held it up so her tongue was able to 
slide from his balls and then circle his glans, teasing his corona. 

Ellen stared at the throbbing organ, unable to fathom why she was permitting 
herself to become emotionally involved with the pulsating organ-allowing it 
rather than the man himself to dominate her feelings. Yes, she had initially 
been forced to do this, and knew were she to stop he would still force her, 
but a strange, totally overwhelming sensation had welled up inside her 
quivering body. For some ridiculous, unaccountable reason she realized she 
actually liked his penis. She liked licking it, she liked tasting it, and 
she discovered her mouth was making love to it. It was shameful, wicked, 
obscene, vile, and atrocious, and yet she adored every little thing she was 
doing to the throbbing, pulsating organ, filling her mouth with the taste of 
it. 

She was no longer content with merely licking it now. She wanted to start 
sucking on that thick, bloated, violet-colored head. She wanted to suck it 
until she had drained all the color from it. 

Without Zak ordering her this time, even though she knew it was something 
she had initially fought against, she moved her anxious, circling lips 
slowly forward, taking the fullness of the spongy purple head into the 
ovaled pink ribbon of her lips, allowing the burning piston of flesh to 
continually glide wetly along the stiff length of her extended tongue. Her 
wetly rounded oral cavern absorbed more and more of the pulsing penis, the 
oozing drops of oily seepage filling her hot oral cavern with its delightful 
moisture. 

Hearing Zak Milton groan, the totally dominated woman now sighed. Her head 
continued its awkward bobbing as he looked down at her, thinking how 
fantastic she looked with those bright eyes, red eye shadow and all that red 
rouge almost matching the color of her hair as her mouth swelled around the 
throbbing cock and continued moving up and down, sucking the turgid 
instrument. Her delightfully beautiful face looked so thrillingly and 
obscenely distorted, yet the distortion only served to make her look that 
much more beautiful. Without meaning to, Ellen West found herself sucking 
all the more strongly, bobbing her head up and down uncontrollably, caught 
in the web of desire that had laced itself through her ever since her 
husband had first initiated her into sex. 

Zak continued gasping and trembling, realizing he had really started 
something going in this absolutely beautiful redheaded woman. The heavily 
made-up beauty was now attempting to cram the entire length of his hotly 
throbbing cock down her tightly narrow gullet. He groaned as he raised her 
head a little higher, allowing him to pump his cock that much more easily 
into her mouth. His knees dug into the leather sofa as his hand released her 
head, and he was pleased to see she was straining to keep her head up in 
spite of there being no support behind it. Now he cupped her face between 
his palms. 

All the while he continued stuffing more of his throbbing cock, into her 
delightfully sucking mouth, cramming it into her throat as if it were a 
sausage. When his phallic tip touched her throat, he continued pressing 
forward. Since this was her first time sucking-something that was obvious to 
him in spite of how well she was doing-he figured she might as well learn 
the right way this time. 

The man continued pushing his pulsing penis forward, pressing it into the 
narrowness of her tight gullet. Ellen was certain she would choke and gag on 
it, but because she so readily accepted it, her throat was relaxed. Not that 
the eagerness with which she sucked had abated at all. She pulled as much of 
the meaty length into her throat as she was able, and for a brief instant 
found herself coughing a little. But she was so anxious to suck more of it 
inside her that her throat relaxed and the glans pushed that much more 
easily into her esophagus. Her pharynx wound itself tightly around the 
pressuring organ, and Zak felt as if a burning coil had been tightly wrapped 
around his throbbing penis. All the while her hand continued to lovingly 
caress his swollen testicles. 

This bitch was good! Zak wondered why she had come in here, dressed up like 
a tramp with time to spare, when it was obvious that all this was new to 
her. Yet she took to it easily enough. Hell! He'd had his share of blow 
jobs. The pros had that certain something about them that let you spot them 
immediately. This one was no pro, but seemed to be liking what she was doing 
so much that she was outperforming the pros. Hell! None of the whores he had 
known had sucked a cock so avidly. What this particular broad lacked in 
experience she was quickly making up for with anxiety. Sheesh! Her 
willingness put the prosties to shame. 

Zak began pounding his hips back and forth, continually pumping his swollen, 
licentiously blood-bloated cock in and out of her working, anxiously 
sucking, rapidly slurping mouth. Her gullet opened wide to take his thick 
glans again as he jammed his cock forward. She literally felt the corona 
"pop" in and out of her sucking throat. His penis continued vibrating 
uncontrollably as her lips made loud, noisy sucking sounds and her fingers 
constantly teased his balls. His own hands remained tightly clamped around 
her cheeks, feeling some of the rouge coming off. 

Zak Milton stared with lascivious captivation as the beautiful woman's 
cheeks began obscenely puffing, swelling out because of the pressure when he 
thrust his cock inward, her head constantly bobbing furiously again and 
again. Her sweet lips toiled back and forth with more and more speed, 
letting Zak know that, for the moment, anyway, she had become totally 
subservient to his wants and needs. 

The manager was pleased. It was the first time since the second game of the 
double-header had started that he felt pleased. He continued pounding his 
groin into her sweet, lovely face, but realized he was slowly but surely 
losing control of himself. He crammed his swollen cock deeper into her 
gullet, thrusting it in with greater enjoyment than ever, feeling how 
narrowly it clung to his penis. The pressure of her ovaling lips also 
increased as she sucked with mounting determination. 

The man was unable to contain a smile of dominant lust, enjoying this all 
the more because he believed she had come here probably for the express 
purpose of making time with one of his players and was sucking his cock 
instead. She was sucking his cock like a newborn babe would pull at a 
nipple. Her voice was a constant shuddering, rasping groan, coming from 
somewhere in her throat as passion continued mounting inside her. He felt 
the rapture she was enjoying flicker through his own stiff phallus and he 
began vibrating from top to bottom. 

Ellen was no longer able to understand what was going on in her body. She 
was going out of her mind with lust, and had a greater desire than ever to 
swallow as much of the man's inflamed prick as she was able to cram down her 
throat. She felt a wickedly obscene and stimulating thrill shooting through 
her as she continued sucking the man's penis. Her cheeks still burned from 
the many times he had slapped her, and her full breasts throbbed because of 
the weighty pressure of his buttocks squashing them. 

This man was worse than Ramon Casada. Ramon had used her for his own 
benefit, but in doing so had taught her many new and enjoyable ways to make 
love. This man was totally degrading and cheapening her, making her feel 
totally helpless, and yet she was adoring the fact that she was his sexual 
slave, much as she disliked him as an individual. Through all the wickedness 
of what he was doing to her, humbling her, she was feeling a greater 
perverted wantonness as enrapturing sensations of wicked lust continued 
building in the depths of her shuddering body to where her mind and 
conscience were overpowered by dominating lust. The truth was, she never 
really had that much of a conscience, except when it came to her being 
humiliated. The lust that had been constantly building in her merely became 
that much more powerful as she realized she had found yet another way to 
physically make love to a man. There was a heatedly intensifying 
salaciousness bursting insanely through her quivering loins, her belly, and 
yes ... even yer vagina, making her realize how much her mind had become a 
slave to her body. 

Her hands now clung possessively to the man's throbbingly swollen phallus 
each time the heavy organ slid from her mouth. When the cock pushed into her 
oral cave, her fingers returned to his uptight testicles. She was totally 
overcome with the desire to please as well as the need to be satisfied. 

Ellen had never in her entire life believed she would ever suck a man's 
cock, even after having read about it in a book. Certainly Kenny had never 
even asked her to do it, and if her husband wasn't a "blow job freak" then 
there was no reason on earth why she should have to learn such a demeaning 
thing. 

Now though, she had to admit she was enjoying this immensely. It was totally 
overwhelming her, and the more she sucked, the more she wanted to suck. For 
some reason she felt a feeling of inner, perhaps perverse satisfaction, as 
well as feeling comfort and delightfully sheer bliss from the knowledge that 
she was doing a good job of it. Oh yes! She was no fool. She knew full well 
what a good job she was doing of sucking the man's penis. 

For some reason unknown to her, she was looking forard to each thrust of his 
throbbing phallic pole as it crammed itself into her heatedly sucking 
gullet. It pushed ever farther into her tightly restricted throat, feeling 
as if it might reach all the way down into her belly. Mmmmm! That would 
really be something. 

At one point he stopped fucking into her precious mouth, but with his 
pulsating prick totally buried as far in as possible. Her tongue came 
snaking out underneath and began tickling his scrotum while her esophagus 
continually closed tightly around the head of his throbbing spear. The tip 
of her oral organ anxiously washed over his wrinkled hairy testicle 
container, making him bounce from side to side while still sitting on her 
breasts. 

When he slid the length of his pulsating penis back to the entrance of her 
mouth, her tongue anxiously licked out and lapped into the glans slit, 
exploring the tiny hole again and again, hoping to coax out more of his 
tasty colorless, salty tang. During all this she felt a heated moistness 
continually building volcanically in her own quivering vagina. Her thighs 
tightly squeezed together and her vagina lips began rubbing against one 
another. 

Zak stared down at the absolutely ravishing radiance that was shining from 
the woman wearing the red-wigged curls. He was completely entranced by the 
manner in which her sucking lips elastically stretched to completely 
accommodate the swollen thickness of his throbbing cock. 

He continued guiding her absolutely beautiful face with the palms of his 
hands, lasciviously cramming his solid phallus in and out of the tight ring 
of her contorted lips. He watched the way her ripely clinging mouth solidly 
gripped his sliding length of cock, seeing the tiny pink ridges of oral 
flesh pull out as his hard cock continued sliding back, then seemingly 
disappearing, folding in on themselves each time his extra-sensitive 
cockhead sank all the way into her clinging throat. 

Zak shuddered each time the point of his pulsing penis rubbed against her 
inner membranes, gasping at the way her esophagus clung tightly to his 
glans, creating an overpowering sensation he had never previously known in 
all the years he'd been with different women. Her breathing was very strong 
and he felt the air leaving her nostrils as her breath made his pelvic hairs 
continually flutter. Then he was suddenly aware of the way her body was 
bouncing on the sofa and he realized she was getting something from all 
this, as well as he. 

It was true, though not even Ellen had realized it until now. The constant 
rubbing of his penile point, pushing deeper into her clinging throat, was 
bringing Ellen ever closer to her own climactic peak. The helpless wife was 
unable to understand precisely why, but did know that the orgasm was welling 
up inside her, continually building, mounting, growing, swelling until the 
shuddering climax shattered her internal self, making her thrash wildly and 
uncontrollably beneath his body. 

"GGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUU-CCCCCHHHHHGGGGGLLLLLRRRRRR-CCCCCCHHHHH ... 
UUUUUGGGGGG-LLLLLCCCCCHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHCCCCCHHHHHAAA-GGGHHH!" she 
gagged out loud, flopping about insanely as the uncontrollable throat orgasm 
hammered its way into the seething depths of her shuddering body, reaching 
into her vagina and setting her off down there as well. 

The overpowering pressure in her throat as she peaked was too much for Zak 
Milton, and he felt his own towering wave of semen rising as her taut lips 
locked around the throbbing base of his pulsing cock. Then he was firing, 
totally out of control. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH ... HHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH... 

YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGG-HHHHH . . 
.GGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUUUURRRRR-GGGGGHHGGG!" he bellowed. 

Jets of white fluid washed down the lovely Ellen's throat, and she 
discovered the splashes into her gullet to be one of the most thrilling 
sensations she had ever known. She swallowed rapidly, trying to drink all 
the fluid, but her swallowing wasn't rapid enough. The flood soon filled her 
lovely mouth to overflowing, and the heavy white liquid oozed from the 
corners of her pretty lips, running down the sides of her face, dripping 
onto her long white throat. 

It was getting away from her. Some of that deliciously tasty sauce he was 
ejaculating was not going down her throat, after all. She began sucking 
harder and harder, but he was unleashing such copious quantities that, no 
matter how much she drank, more was spilling from her mouth than was being 
swallowed, backing up all over his hairy penile base, the fluid getting 
caught in her pelvic hairs. 

Even so, a large quantity of the fluid did slide into her belly to form a 
warm, comforting pool, and she sucked all the more desperately as she became 
aware of the spurts lessening. But no matter how hard she sucked, his penis 
was already softening, and the quantities of sperm were less and less until 
there was only a dribbling, and finally, not even that. 

When Zak finished shooting, he stayed in place, making sure her tongue 
cleaned him all up. Finally he climbed off her and said, "Next time maybe 
you won't come whoring around in here." 

Unable to speak, hating herself for having responded to his forcing her to 
do what she had done, she quickly dressed, then turned and hurried out of 
the locker room. But even as she walked she licked her lips, the taste of 
semen still heavy in her mouth. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Kenny West had been brought up to believe that one fucked one's wife flat on 
her back and that was all. She was meant to make babies and to alleviate 
sexual frustrations, but nothing more. If a man wanted "imagine fuckin'" he 
went either to a whore or got himself a girl on the side. 

Kenny had a girl on the side. 

Moya Monahan was as fine an Irish lass that ever graced the United States. 
Poppa Monahan had been in steel, and as a result when he had died and his 
son had taken over the plant, he saw to it his baby sister, Moya, got a 
substantial allowance. Substantial! Five thousand dollars a month, plus he 
paid for any and all of her travel expenses as she went all over the 
country. 

Moya was a stunning woman, about twenty, spoiled rotten by all the money she 
had, and loving every last bit of it. She had honey blonde hair, which for 
some reason never waved or curled. It was straight. So she had it cut short, 
just above her shoulders, and had bangs in front to cover her high forehead. 
Her nose was very straight with a small bridge, and her brown eyes flashed 
and reflected all the fire that was burning in Moya. Had someone been able 
to harness the heat in Moya, it would have been enough to melt steel in one 
of the ovens at Monahan Steel. 

Moya liked Kenny, and so whenever he played his "away" games, she followed 
him all over the country. There was something about the way he fucked that 
excited her as no other man had ever been able to do. 

To Moya, everything was either he or she. There was no such thing as an 
"it." She even referred to a cock as he or him. 

Because Kenny was doing exceedingly well as a batter as well as a catcher, 
the Hornet manager kept his mouth shut when Kenny didn't show up for bed 
check at the hotel where the rest of the team always stayed when they played 
in one city or another while away. The manager knew Kenny didn't drink, and 
also knew that sex seemed to stimulate Kenny. So he kept his mouth shut. 

Kenny always called his wife from Moya's hotel room, just before getting 
ready to enjoy her. He was a firm believer in the old double standard and 
wanted to make certain his wife was home safe and sound before screwing his 
mistress. 

That Monday there was no game, and because it was drizzling, the team had 
called off practice at the Atlanta ball field. Kenny had just finished 
calling Ellen, and now the six-foot-two, rugged looking man was admiring 
Moya. He ran his hand through his straight brown hair, a smile creasing his 
bulldoggish features. He had been out getting the papers and Moya was 
dressed in only a white robe, telling him, "Come on, Kenny. Get comfy." 

"Don't you ever get enough?" Kenny laughed. 

The top of her robe was open just enough for him to see the soft whiteness 
of her full breasts. They were delectable. Kenny had to admit that, next to 
his wife, Moya had the most perfect female body he knew. 

"Never," she replied as he sat, and she reached out with her right hand and 
placed the spread fingers against his crotch. "From what I can feel, the 
stiff little fellow under your pants tells me he hasn't had enough, either. 

Pursing her lips, she leaned forward and brushed the tip of his chin. Then, 
very slowly, Moya closed her fingers, pressing them into the material of his 
pants. Her breasts seemed to swell as she did so, and the rosy circle of one 
pink areola appeared at the top of her robe opening. She smiled, searching 
his face. 

Kenny did his best to fight his mounting passion, knowing if he held off 
long enough it was better. Besides, he had a habit of climaxing too quickly 
with Moya sometimes, and she always found a way to stiffen his cock again 
which while enjoyable, sometimes felt a little too overpowering. 

While he was looking at the beautiful blonde, Moya eased down his fly 
zipper, he fingers searching and probing in an effort to find his aroused 
organ. A moment later he eyes fascinatedly locked on his groin. She found 
the throbbing organ, pulled it out and held it tightly, clasping it firmly 
and movin her hand to the base so that it reared its circumcised head. 

"OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS..." she breathed softly, letting air flow all over it a 
she leaned toward the organ. "As usual, he's a horny darling. Please, Kenny, 
please give him to me." With her two hands she got a firm grip on the thick 
column of flesh as it throbbed and pulsed with an impatience far greater 
than that of the man to which it was attached. 

Sucking in his breath, Kenny moved his arm along the back of the sofa, 
allowing his fingers to finally fall on her left shoulder, sweeping back the 
robe so he was able to touch bare flesh. Now his hand began to slowly 
flutter nervously down over the liquid smooth flesh of her bulging breast. 

His probing fingertips brought a familiar urgency to her ripening, swelling 
breast. She removed one hand from his throbbing penis long enough to untie 
her robe sash and let the white garment fall open. Then, as Kenny stifled a 
groan, she slid out of the robe, letting him stare at the perfection of her 
two rounded globes. They weren't quite as large as his wife's, but were just 
as solid and as round. The only difference visually was their pink nipples 
and areolas as opposed to Ellen's tan breast-points. 

"My, my, my, still a tit-man, eh, Kenny," she laughed, widely grinning as 
her hand moved back to his throbbing, steaming penis. A bubble of overdue 
lubrication had appeared on the very tip, and the woman deftly moved her 
hand upward, allowing her clasping fingers to spread the oil all over his 
tumid shaft. 

"UNNNNNHHHHH!" was all Kenny was able to say. 

"Now he's getting ready," Moya whispered, her eyes widening delightedly in 
quivering anticipation as she grasped the shaft tightly and moved her hand 
down to the throbbing base. She stared at it with longing in her eyes, her 
tongue fluttering lazily across her lips. "Let's move to the bed," she said 
to him. "I want to love him properly." 

Getting to his feet, Kenny let Moya undress him. He glanced down once at his 
thick penis, which was swinging in readiness as he kicked his pants and 
undershorts off. Then he stood breathing and gasping as she sinuously wound 
her body back and forth before him. She was just about as sexy as his wife, 
and he still was unable to figure how the two of them, Moya and himself, had 
ultimately gotten together. 

She had been at a ball game, and had been fascinated by the players. Wanting 
to have an affair with one of them, she had met them at their hotel, and it 
was Kenny who had caught her eye. It was as simple as that. She was glad 
that he was married because she, herself, was trying to avoid any lasting 
entanglements. 

"Come on and let me make love to him," Moya softly murmured, her big brown 
eyes never once leaving the up-thrust penis. "First let me feel the two 
fellows you have dangling in the gunny sack between your legs," she teased. 
Holding out a cupped hand, she took his wrinkled scrotum, delighting in the 
way Kenny gasped as her fingers settled around the swollen clump. "You 
know," she said, talking directly to the penis. "You're always a pleasant 
surprise. I've known many big penises in my time, but you have to be about 
the biggest, thickest one I have ever known." She clung to his testicles all 
the more tightly, then slid her hand back as he parted his thighs even more. 
"DELIGHTFUL!" The big prick swung down as if ready to stab her, and Moya 
promptly fell to her naked knees, her eyes focused on the very tip, where 
another big bubble of lubrication suddenly appeared. 

The room started to sway before Kenny had properly braced his feet. He had 
expected a roll or two in the hay with Moya, and that had been last season. 
But she had stayed with him on the road during the entire season, and then 
had come back again this season when the games had begun. She was good for 
him, letting him take out all his lusty urges on her so he was able to keep 
himself fucking his wife in a missionary position throughout the rest of the 
year. There had been times when he certainly would have sucked his wife's 
cunt had he not had Moya around to relieve the strain, and knowing Ellen as 
he did, once he began licking her vagina regularly, she would have 
eventually started sucking his cock the way Moya always did. He had to 
prevent that. 

He stared at the blonde's youthful body, now bending over ever so slightly 
so that her magnificent breasts just hung there, swaying from her 
side-to-side movements as she pushed on his testicles and at the same time 
stroked his blazing penis with her other hand. 

"May I kiss him?" she asked. 

Fascinated, the man watched the lovely face framed by thick, straight honey 
blonde hair lowly move forward. He moved his feet a lit-le farther apart. 

Her tongue leaped out and washed across the tip of his penis. It had 
streaked out with the startling swiftness of a cobra's, catching Kenny 
completely off guard. 

"GGGGHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGG-HHHH!" he gasped. 

Her mouth immediately followed. It was only partially open and she made the 
dome-like head of his throbbing phallus force her pursed lips widely apart. 
Slowly she pushed her head forward, making the thick organ penetrate into 
her heatedly soaking mouth, clamping her lips around the thick ridge of his 
corona before touching the knotted underside lightly with the flat of her 
tongue. 

His hands flew to his head as he gasped, "OOOHHHAAAH!" 

Moya suddenly withdrew at once, turning her face to look at Kenny's, 
smiling, and saying, "My! But he does love that!" 

"OHHHHHHH ... YESSSSSSS..." Kenny gasped, the burning in his testicles 
excruciating. 

She licked at the very end of his cock, sucking away some of the viscous oil 
he was emitting, filling her own body with thrilled desire. She licked his 
scorching organ tenderly, savoring the rich oiliness of his lubrication. The 
way in which he shuddered brought an overpowering, thrilling urgency Moya 
was having difficulty controlling. She slid her mouth over the penile head, 
hooding it, washing it with her tongue, and then, with a supreme effort, 
pulled back and struggled to her feet. 

Taking his hand, she climbed onto the bed, waiting for him to join her, then 
pushed him onto his back, "I want to love him some more," she insisted. 

"He's pretty excited," Kenny gasped, himself referring to his penis as "he." 

The moment he said it, he realized how ridiculous it sounded, but it excited 
him even more. Moya was kneeling and crouched, doing her best to avert his 
gaze by waving her buttocks, wanting him to concentrate elsewhere so he 
didn't orgasm too quickly. Just looking at her swaying breasts was enough 
for Kenny, though. His testicles were ready to explode, and the curving 
beauty of the young, white-skinned woman was already making his penis reach 
and strain in anticipation. He gave a deep moan as her hands once again 
settled around the anxious penis. 

"Yes, he's excited, all right," Moya nodded, moving her mouth to where her 
fingers were gripping the throbbing length of steely flesh. She planted 
burning kisses up the length of his stem. All the time she was murmuring, 
whispering endearments to his phallus as if speaking to a baby about to fall 
asleep. 

For Kenny West, sleep was the farthest thing from his mind at that moment. 
The boiling sperm rumbling in his testicles was simmering and aching to 
burst free. 

He tried not to look as her tongue once again reached the top of his penis. 
Instead he stared straight up at the ceiling, feeling the tingling stab of 
her curling tongue as it darted teasingly to brush at the top of his 
phallus. He made the mistake of looking down once, seeing her hanging 
breasts in all their beauty and roundness. Abruptly, with an impetuosity he 
had never been able to control, his hands flew out and he was carefully 
grasping the silky softness of her flesh. 

The thick shaft of vibrant red meat with the purple dome was shuddering 
dangerously. Every muscle, every vein stood out in readiness for the 
onslaught that was to come. 

Moya's mouth suddenly opened and then closed around the throbbing head, and 
she clutched at the enormous testicles, now swollen like a massive clump of 
hot clay. She cupped his testicles a little longer, then slid a finger under 
his body, finding his rectum. Slowly she slid a forefinger into his ass, the 
motion making him lift his hips so that his blazing pole was more up-thrust 
than ever as her other hand tightly gripped it at its base. 

"GHHHUUUUUNNNGGGHHH!" he gasped, and the gasp warned her that he was ready 
to fuck. Moya, like Ellen West, was capable of having an oral orgasm, and 
wondered whether to let him fuck her, or to suck him dry. 

His hand had found her other dangling breast, and now he was tugging on both 
paps as if milking them, tugging on them avidly as she continued bending 
over in what was the most erotic pose he had ever seen. Her tongue once 
again darted out fleetingly to touch the tip of his throbbing cock, forcing 
him to jerk uncontrollably as he twitched and gasped, "NO MORE! PLEASE, 
MOYA, NO MORE!" 

She decided, finally; she wanted him to fuck her. It was a last minute 
decision. Already a thin stream of lubricant was oozing out of his penis in 
an almost steady continuation. She unclasped her hands from around the 
throbbing base and kissed the long shaft as it slowly dipped back to touch 
his hairy stomach. 

Now she was leaping on top of him, straddling him, her hand back and 
reaching under her to prop up the fabulous length and breadth of his 
pulsating penis. She allowed it to be up-thrust as she wiggled herself into 
place, the cheeks of her firm young buttocks clasping it as she ground her 
two knees into the sides of his waist. The penis slid into her asscrack. 

His hands had returned to her swollen breasts, his eyes glazed as he focused 
on the ripeness of her lovely mammaries. The nipples looked like ripe pink 
berries and he wanted one in his mouth. "GIVE ME A NIPPLE!" he gasped. 

"Sure thing," she nodded, her entire body aflame with all kinds of 
incinerating lust. The feeling of the thick, wet cock lodged between her 
soft ass-cheeks brought a new wave of ecstasy charging through her quivering 
vagina. She leaned forward and let her breasts dangle over his face. He 
selected the left nipple and began hungrily chewing on it. Then she tightly 
shut her eyes as his slavering mouth nibbled and sucked on her raging 
breast. 

Just how long Moya allowed him to chew on first one nipple, then the other, 
she wasn't at all sure. She pulled at his testicles, feeling their strength, 
the movement making the shining head of his penis slap at the tail of her 
spine. She wanted to do more, but was afraid anything more would make him 
prematurely fire. Instead, she patiently waited, the movement of his tongue 
and teeth on her breasts making her become more aroused. Finally she was 
able to restrain herself no longer. 

"Can I have him inside me?" she gasped. 

"Honey," he told her. "One quick thrust and it'll be over, I know it." 

"I don't care," Moya said. "I can re-build him again." Her hands had 
released his testicles, and now her fingers wrapped themselves tightly 
around his throbbing penis. "PLEASE, KEN!" 

He sucked on her breast like a starved child. The nipple was so hard it felt 
as if it were made out of diamond instead of flesh. 

Moya pressed her knees all the more tightly into Kenny's waist. As she did 
so, she lifted her hips and rotated her buttocks, a light cry escaping as 
the pulsing head of his penis continued rubbing against the pucker of her 
ass-hole. Then, unable to control herself, she jerked her body backward less 
than an inch and deftly slipped the towering head into the wet heat of her 
cunt. She hesitated a few seconds, and then, unable to restrain herself any 
longer, cried out with loud delight and sank the sucking inner lips of her 
cunt to the hairy base of his cock, gobbling the entire length into her. She 
clamped her vulva tightly around the throbbing organ, thrilling to its 
thickness inside her. 

For a brief instant Kenny West felt himself on the verge of passing out. The 
exquisite ache of delightful pleasure which swept through his shuddering 
groin was totally beyond belief. A long, soft moan came issuing from his 
mouth as he lay there, his anxious penis poking straight up, sliding into 
the oily, sucking recesses of her seething vaginal tunnel. He had stopped 
sucking on her breast, and now he lay back, gasping for breath. 

Moya fought to control the initial sweep of passion now filling her thrilled 
interior. She stolidly braced herself, holding her wide, rounded hips down 
in order that she might more fully appreciate the magnificent length and 
breadth of the penis inside her body. She liked using this position because, 
with herself on top, she felt in control of the fucking situation. She sat 
upright, looking down at his horizontal torso, thrilled to her impalement on 
the thick, thundering shaft, her sucking vagina tightly clasping and 
grabbing at the intruding penis. With her knees still digging into Kenny's 
sides, she stretched her body, cupping the fullness of her supple breasts, 
lifting them and laughing as Kenny stared at them the way he always did, his 
mouth working as if he were still sucking one of them. 

Her hand snaked behind her, and reaching down, she filled her cupped palm 
with his hairy sac. It was like a large, overripe orange with two firm spots 
inside, and she wished somehow that she could suck his balls and watch his 
cock fucking into her cunt at the same time. There was no one like Kenny. 
Were she disposed to think of marriage, Kenny would have been the perfect 
husband, although she knew he would never have considered her for a wife 
even if he weren't already married. Theirs was the perfect physical 
relationship, but beyond that they really had nothing in common. 

She gripped his testicles firmly and, without moving her body, began 
twitching her vaginal walls around the up-thrust length of his steadily 
probing cock. The huge penis responded in readiness. 

"He loves that," Moya cried out ecstatically, gasping like a child that has 
found something new. 

"GONNA SHOOT!" Kenny gasped. "CAN'T STOP MYSELF!" 

The surging heat in his testicles was unbearable. There was something 
magical about her cunt, and years of self-control suddenly disappeared, as 
they always did when he was with Moya. 

"UH OH..." she snapped, releasing his testicles, and she hurled her feminine 
length down on him, her wide, shapely womanly hips hammering up and down 
rapidly as her own orgasm began building swiftly. "DARRRLL-IIINNNNGGGGG ... 
UUUUUNNNNN-HHHHH..." 

The heavy cock within her rolling confines was even thicker now. It was so 
swollen that it was all Moya was able to do to move her hot, grasping vagina 
around it. 

Her knees moved away from the sides of his body, digging into the mattress 
for better leverage in order to give her more freedom. Now her hips slammed 
up and down, his thick phallus sliding like a metal bolt into her steaming 
feminine abyss. 

Kenny wrapped his arms tightly around the writhing, twisting female body. 
Not even Ellen enjoyed fucking as much as Moya. When it came to simply 
enjoying sex, Moya was head and shoulders above any other woman he had ever 
known, though he had never really given Ellen a fair chance. He wondered how 
his wife would react to cunnilingus and fellatio or the woman-on-top 
position. 

Moya's clasping vagina was like a vacuum cleaner, pulling as if determined 
to suck him dry. He hung on desperately, fighting for breath as her slender 
body atop his continued its driving, charging, lusting thrusts. 

"HHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHHAAA-GGGHHHRRRGGGHHH ... 
GGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH-AAAGGGHHH!" he gasped into her ear as she 
felt his sperm come jetting into her. The pressure was so powerful that she 
gasped in a startled little moan. Her hips were pumping faster now, her cunt 
lips catching some of his sperm and, with her own inner juices, spreading 
the oily liquid around the thick base of his spurting penis. Even as it 
fired, the aroused head reared itself inside her, touching the deepest part 
of her womanly pocket. There was a final urgency in the way he was shooting 
and her lips clung so tightly to the penile shaft that the blood remained in 
it, keeping the organ erect, as if she were waiting for even more of his 
seminal flow. 

One final burst came from the tip of his throbbing cock, hitting her 
interior with more force than had been anticipated. It was exactly what the 
beautufil Moya needed to set off her own climax. 

"AAAIIIEEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHH ... 
EEELYYYIII-AAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAA-GGGGHHHH!" she gasped, burying her face 
in the soft fleshiness of his shoulder, her lower body pumping and humping 
steadily along the length of the penis now slowly starting to shrink inside 
her. Her soft moans were timed to the spurts as the enormous penis finished 
emptying itself into her. 

Moya slept for a few moments. When she finally did awaken it was several 
seconds before she realized where she was and the person she was with. That 
was when she realized she was still unhappy with what had happened. She 
needed more, and intended coaxing more from Kenny, especially since he 
wasn't playing ball that day, nor was he going to practice, what with the 
way it was constantly drizzling out there. 

Sitting up, feeling his soft penis still inside her, she moved her hands to 
her up-thrust breasts, her fingertips circling the areolas until the 
arrogant nipples once again grew, willingly swelling and enlarging. She was 
filled, bloated with a happy contentment derived from the deliciousness of 
the short, wonderful fuck she had enjoyed. 

All of this brought a smile to her face when she looked down at the napping 
Kenny. Wonderful Kenny! Sometimes he came a little too quickly, yet he 
always managed to make her reach a climax. Some men were able to fuck her 
literally for hours, not climaxing themselves, nor making her reach her own 
satisfaction. But no matter how quickly Kenny came, she was right there with 
him. It was as if his sperm was the catalyst needed to trigger her own 
orgasm. In many ways he reminded her of her own brother, whom she had always 
wanted to screw, but who was always uptight about incest. She wondered if 
this was why Kenny affected her so. Did she think she was making it with her 
own brother? 

Raising her arms, stretching, she smiled when she looked down and saw Kenny 
opening his eyes. He was breathing heavily, his broad chest rising and 
falling strongly in a steady, methodical motion. 

She slid off him and looked down at his flaccid organ, all covered with the 
whitish flow that had come from within him. It looked like a big link 
sausage bathed in some kind of tasty sauce that was waiting to be eaten. 

Carefully she sat upright and moved onto her knees, hovering over his groin. 
His chest was still heaving and she began studying the heavy mass of hair on 
it. It was bristly and brown, exactly the way her brother's chest was. She 
had never really studied the chest hairs of Kevin, her brother, but this 
time she took the time to look at the mass of curls on Kenny's front. She 
noticed his hair was all over his chest and belly, running right into the 
heavy bush on his pelvis. It was somewhat sparse on his belly, but as it 
moved into his groin it started like a church steeple, widening outward very 
quickly by the time it got to the base of his rigid cock. She moved one of 
her hands to one of her nipples, touched the very sensitive tip, and stifled 
a soft moan which had almost freed itself when the ache in her breasts 
became worse. The flaccid penis looked as if it were a stem growing from the 
thick cordage of heavy brown hair around the base. 

For a full twenty minutes the lovely Moya Monahan was content to simply 
stare at the lazy, soft penis. It was a sight few women, if any, actually 
enjoyed, but she knew she enjoyed it. How rare it was to find a limp penis. 
Almost all penises automatically erected when the eyes of the owners looked 
at her. She had always had the urge to suck a relaxed, resting penis. Her 
many other lovers didn't want to let her do it following an orgasm, claiming 
they were all worn out. But Kenny was half asleep at the moment and he had 
no idea what it was she had in mind. She would be able, at last, to lavish 
her attention on the sweetness of his sleeping penis. 

The idea totally fascinated her and she glanced down at the tips of her 
swollen nipples. To Moya they looked like tiny extended fingers waiting to 
be aroused. She began tweaking them, first the right one, then the left. 
Then, with a dreamy, glazed look in her beautiful eyes, she brought her face 
slowly down to within an inch of the resting appendage, her eyes studying 
minutely the puckered flesh which not too long ago had been stabbing itself 
into her. The head was still a rich lavender, peeping through the white mess 
covering the rest of the organ. 

Tentatively she thrust out her tongue and touched the side of the coiled 
column nearest her. She tasted the fluid, which to her mind was absolutely 
delicious, but it was the flesh of the penis that got to her. She realized 
one of his scrotal hairs was clinging to the phallus, and when she took her 
tongue away it tenaciously clung to it. Picking the hair off with her 
fingers, she moved the tip of her tongue downward along the side of the 
sleeping organ. The rich, pungent odor of his spent semen made her feel 
desire more keenly than ever. 

Kenny West stirred, but for the moment he was only moving his head, himself 
still in somewhat of a funk. Moya waited patiently, not wanting to change 
the scene in any way. She collected a wad of saliva in her mouth, coiled her 
tongue, then carried it to the waiting penis. Then she delicately began 
covering the sides and the top of the reclining penis with her sputum, 
washing his semen into her mouth and swallowing it. While her tongue bathed 
the throbbing organ, her hands worked tenderly in a lifting, kneading, 
squeezing motion against her breasts so that the nipples once again ripened, 
extending themselves, looking like two oversized cherries pressed into the 
skins of white grapefruit. 

As she continued, Moya knew she must eventually suck this wonderful cock. 
She had sucked it many times in the past when it had been hard, but now it 
was soft, and her excitement was greater than ever because, at last, her 
dream about sucking a soft penis into hardness was about to come true. She 
fought to control her mounting enthusiasm, forcing herself to merely lick at 
the arm, deliciously succulent flesh, but then, almost before she knew it, 
she found herself licking the furry clump of his testicles which lay nestled 
beneath. 

She gathered more saliva and continued pulling with her hands at her arching 
breasts. The tip of Kenny's penis was starting to stir, and it was twitching 
a little as the penis emitted some additional oils from the little sightless 
eye that seemed to be staring directly at her face. Moya hummed with 
murmuring delight and moved slightly. Her heatedly wet and moving tongue 
leaped out and carefully licked all around the purple tip. She brushed the 
flat of the tongue up and down against the rich lavender, parting the eye 
tenderly licking along the little slit until Kenny West began sighing, 
stretching his body, after which he carelessly moved a leg. 

To Moya's delight, his movement had given her even more room. She fought an 
impulse to throw her face on the lovely penis, and instead she waited for 
Kenny to resume the steady, methodical breathing that would tell her he was 
in a half-sleep. 

She found herself unable to remain relaxed as her eyes continued staring 
happily at the folded penis for as long as possible. Five seconds later she 
placed her mouth near the very tip of the sleeping organ, her tongue moving 
out and lifting the very end of it. Then, with a muffled, stifled cry 
bursting from her eager throat, she gathered up the folded link of penile 
sausage and sucked it into her mouth. 

For a full minute-she timed herself-all she did was chew on the soft penis. 
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything to be so shockingly 
exciting. Any comparison between this and straightforward cocksucking had to 
be purely imaginary. She continued lavishing all her oral affection on the 
wrinkled little column of throbbing meat which she found comparatively easy 
to control as it wiggled beneath the constant movement of her licking 
tongue. 

Any worries she had that Kenny West might suddenly wake up and stop her were 
totally dispelled when he sighed and spread his legs, and then began lightly 
snoring. He was unable to realize how lucky he was at the moment, because 
she knew it would still be awhile before he consciously knew what was taking 
place, and during that time she had total mastery over the flaccid organ. 
She licked and washed the caterpillar-like, lazy hunk of masculine flesh, 
continually nibbling unmercifully, albeit playfully, with her teeth. Her 
rounded chin continued nudging the sac beneath and she hungrily sank her 
lips to the broad base of the wriggling penis, nuzzling her lips, feeling 
them tickled by the coronal ridge. All the time her tongue continually 
licked and slid across his organ, rampantly rolling and teasing the 
squirming little meat. 

Her hand now flew to his thighs, pinning him firmly down as his hips and 
buttocks began to automatically react to what she was doing. She wanted to 
pull her mouth from his cock long enough to assure him it was all right, but 
the taste and feel of his throbbing penis was too wonderful for her to 
stop-too delicious for her to take out of her mouth. 

To Kenny West the whole thing seemed like a dream, at first. His soft cock 
was being sucked and chewed, and in his dazed mind he didn't think of Moya, 
but of Ellen, and wondered what had happened to stir his wife to this. Deep 
down he subconsciously ached to have Ellen do all these oral things to him. 

It had to be a dream, naturally. Ellen just wasn't the kind of woman who 
went around sucking cocks. 

Then he opened his eyes. He found himself staring sleepy-eyed at the curving 
buttocks that belonged to the beautiful Moya Monahan. Her rounded satiny 
globes stood high in the air as she knelt with her face between his thighs. 
Automatically he tried closing them, but found that her hands were 
restraining him, and then realized the fantastically fabulous pleasure of 
sheer feeling which was centered in his shrunken penis. With a deep groan he 
gave up trying to fight the honey blonde, and he lay back and satisfactorily 
enjoyed the liquid smoothness of her wonderful mouth. 

To Moya, the tantalizingly slow, deliberate growing of the still-flaccid 
penis in her mouth was far more exciting than anything she had ever 
imagined. One minute she was doing just about everything imaginable with a 
dormant length of lovely cock. The next moment his penis was starting to 
show signs of blossoming, like something one might see in stop-motion movies 
of a flower slowly opening. 

She sucked in lots of air, doing her best to make more saliva in her mouth 
and wash the growing stem more and more thoroughly, but in a matter of 
minutes the shaft was pressing solidly against her teeth and she almost 
reluctantly covered the thickness with her lips as its swelling caused her 
to open her mouth that much wider. It was now long and hard again, a rigid 
cock, and she felt a sense of disappointment, for once it was hard she no 
longer had the control over it she had maintained while it was so soft. She 
moved her head up to the head and nibbled playfully around the rim, feeling 
the rubbery, pulpy flesh begin its familiar expanding pulsations as she 
moved one hand to the balls. She rolled her thumb over his scrotum, feeling 
the two testicles separately. 

"OHHHH ... UUUNNNHHH ... YYYEEEAAAHHHH..." Kenny gasped. 

Moya merely smiled to herself. No man on earth turned down a good blow job. 
Hell! Even if she wanted to stop now, she was unable to do so. His damned 
cock was so immense. No longer was she able to simply wash and bathe it in 
abandon as it filled the cavernous opening of her wide, gaping mouth. She 
clamped her lips tightly around the organ and moved her lips down the thick 
stem, noting how Kenny's lower half was jerking up and down in time to the 
way her lips were sucking. Each time he jerked his penis upward, he sank it 
a little deeper into her mouth, finally pushing the head into her gullet. 
Then, very persistently, she worked her cheeks, feeling the thrilling shaft 
seemingly recoil, readying itself for yet another explosion. 

The pressure of the head in her esophagus, rubbing against the network of 
nerve-endings inside, made her quiver and quake as she realized she, too, 
was going to climax. There was something so deliciously erotic about this 
man that she had to enjoy every last little bit of him whenever possible. 
Moya envied his wife, unaware Ellen never received the kind of loving she 
did from Kenny West. 

Her hand continued fondling his scrotum, and the balls inside seemed fused 
together. She clutched them all the more firmly, squeezing them together 
with just the right amount of pressure. The thrilled, aroused, excited cock 
reared itself hopefully and she responded by moving her grasping lips up and 
down all the more swiftly, bringing a loud moan of pleasurable delight from 
the star baseball catcher. 

The orgasm reached by both of them was simultaneous this time. It came 
sooner than either Kenny or Moya expected. One minute the swollenly thick 
rod was trembling, then suddenly it was reaching far deeper into her throat 
than ever before. Moya tightened her grip on his testicles, squeezing them 
almost to the point of pain. Then, with the head of his cock jammed all the 
way into her throat, she pulled determinedly with her jaws on the full 
length of his shaft, letting the glans rub against the nerve-endings in her 
pharynx. He bounced and she had to press a restraining elbow into his belly 
to hold him in place as she felt her own orgasm take hold of her. 

"GGGHHHRRRGGGHHHLLLCCC-HHHMMMPHHH ... AAAUUUWWW-GGGFFFMMMBBBLLLGGGPHHH!" she 
gagged, and an instant later a gusher of sperm jetted into her throat as the 
man experienced his climax silently this time. 

They lay that way, she with her mouth on his cock, until it had once again 
become flaccid, and this time it remained that way, giving her even more 
enjoyment as she sucked the organ again and again. Finally she removed her 
mouth from his cock and lay beside him, saying, "I hope your wife 
appreciates what a great cocksman you are." 

Kenny shrugged. He wasn't going to discuss his domestic life with Moya or 
anyone else. If she wanted to believe Ellen did all the things to him that 
she, Moya, did, then let her. But secretly he knew that somewhere deep down 
inside him he wished he had the courage to teach these things to Ellen. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Ellen was becoming increasingly more confused. She had learned to love every 
aspect of sex in which she had indulged with three strange men, but there 
was that little part of her conscience nagging at her, reminding her she was 
being an unfaithful wife no matter how much she enjoyed being with those 
strange men. 

The second week was coming to an end now, and by Monday Kenny would be home. 
But there was the weekend, and she wondered if she would be able to get 
through it. 

Her husband's team would be playing in Cincinnati that weekend. Ellen 
decided she would fly there and surprise Kenny. That way she'd be able to 
get a little advance love-making. She would book herself at the same hotel 
as the ballplayers, and was certain the Hornet manager wouldn't mind her 
being with Kenny. Somehow she had to convince Kenny she wanted to do things 
other than simply fuck flat on her back. 

Packing a suitcase, she took her cat to the nearby kennel to board him, then 
went to the airport and got on the first plane for Cincinnati. She knew 
Kenny was probably there already, but was certain he would be out at the 
ball field-if not actually playing, then practicing. 

When she arrived in Cincinnati and headed for the hotel where she knew the 
Hornet team was always put up, she saw some of the Chicago players in the 
lobby. Looking at her watch, she saw it was five o'clock, too late for 
practice, too early for the game. She moved through the lobby without being 
recognized, perhaps because none of the Chicago team expected to see any of 
the wives in Cincinnati. Heading for the front desk, she was about to ask 
for a room when the striking honey blonde who was there before her said to 
the desk clerk, "Is Mr. West in our room yet?" 

"He's upstairs resting, ma'am. He told me to tell you he needed his rest if 
you asked for him, and he'll meet you in the cocktail lounge after the game 
is over." 

Ellen stood there, feeling a little stunned. Was the blonde referring to 
Kenny, her husband? 

"Pardon me," she said abruptly, and the blonde turned to face her. "Are you 
referring to Kenny West of the Chicago Hornets?" 

"Yes," Moya nodded. "Not that it's any of your business." 

"Oh no, of course not," Ellen said, ready to retreat. 

"I'm sorry," Moya suddenly apologized. "I didn't meat to snap. Will you 
allow me to buy you a drink in the cocktail lounge?" 

"Certainly," Ellen nodded. 

Carrying her suitcase into the cocktail lounge, Ellen slid it under the 
table in the booth in which she sat with Moya, and after Moya once again 
apologized for snapping at her so abruptly, and the drinks came, they 
talked. They talked for a long time, though Moya was one doing most of the 
talking, and admitted she was a kind of home-away-from-home for Kenny. 

"It must be wonderful having a man like that all to yourself," Ellen said. 

"He still loves his wife first and foremost," Moya said. "She's the woman I 
envy. If Kenny does all the things in bed with her that he does with me, she 
must really miss him." 

"I shouldn't be surprised," Ellen nodded. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Without revealing who she was, Ellen had supper with Moya, then returned to 
the airport and took the first plane back to Chicago. True, Kenny loved her, 
Moya had admitted as much. But he had been cheating on her with a certain 
amount of regularity, whereas her own cheating had been spotty by 
comparison. 

Though she felt sad, Ellen also felt as if a great weight had been lifted 
from her. There was no longer any need to feel guilty about cheating on her 
husband. If he ever found out, she would always be able to counter with her 
knowledge of Moya. 

By the time she returned to Chicago it was late, and on the way home, in the 
cab, Ellen picked up a newspaper dropped there by a former passenger. It was 
a two day old paper, and on the back page of the sports section, it said 
something about Jerry Nunno still doing exceedingly well. She was glad, and 
wondered if her continued presence when Jerry played at home would be 
inspirational and make a steady winner out of him. 

When the cab dropped her at her house, Ellen hurried inside and quickly 
changed, putting on the red dress, red eye shadow, and matching rouge and 
lipstick, the red wig, and the red-lensed glasses. She drove out to the 
stadium, where she knew a night game was in progress. She listened on her 
car radio and heard that Jerry Nunno was pitching, and he was having a bad 
night of it. Though he had won his last four straight games, he had 
definitely lost this one. 

Ellen thought she might be able to catch Jerry before he left the ballpark, 
and when she got there, she waited outside the team's dressing room. Looking 
around, she saw Jerry nowhere. 

She hurried quickly inside the players' entrance, in spite of the warning 
Zak Milton had given her. She was in the locker room before she realized it, 
and that was when she was aware that the game had just ended and all the 
players still there were filing into the locker room, pulling off their 
clothes. 

"Hey!" one of the guys yelled. "A dame!" 

Zak Milton, who was already in the locker room, looked up and groaned, "Oh 
no! Not you again! All right, you guys," he said to the men, hurrying over 
and grabbing Ellen's arm. "Because you used your bats and pulled tonight's 
game out of the fire at the last minute, I'm gonna give you a reward. As 
soon as you guys are finished with your showers, get into your clothes and 
come over to the Stadium Motel across the street. As many of you as want it 
can have a turn at this little chippie." 

"You're insane," Ellen gasped as he dragged her out of the place, hauling 
her down the long, echoing corridor. 

"You guys go ahead," she heard Ramon Casada saying to the others. "I go for 
blondes, not redheads." 

Ellen didn't hear more because Zak Milton was dragging her through the 
parking lot and across the street, then down the block to the large motel. 

"We're going in and getting us a room," he told her. "If you say one wrong 
word in front of the desk clerk, I'll twist your fuckin' head off. I told 
you not to come back, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're gonna pay." 

Ellen was terrified, but knew the man was angry enough at her to really harm 
her if she didn't do as he said. 

He gripped her arm tightly while he registered at the motel, then walked 
over to a pay phone and dialed the phone in the locker room. When it was 
picked up, Zak said, "Room three-eleven," and hung up. 

With a firm grip on Ellen's arm, he hurried her out and they walked to Room 
311, where he inserted the key he had gotten from the desk clerk. Opening 
the door, he pushed her in ahead of him, turning on the light. He hurled 
Ellen onto the bed, saying, "You get up from there without my say-so and 
I'll start breaking your fingers." 

He sat in a chair opposite the bed and stared at her, not saying a word. 
Ellen lay there, propped up on her elbows, terrified, but unable to move. 
Twenty minutes went by, and then the door, which had never been completely 
closed, opened, and four players filed in. 

"The other guys either had their wives or some girls waitin' for them," 
Bummy Gertz, the shortstop, explained. "S'okay, I figure us four guys 
oughtta be able to take the starch outta this cunt," Bummy continued. 

He was staring at the way Ellen was covered by the sheerest red satin, her 
breasts jutting upward like ripe, succulent melons, their proud, solid 
nipples embossing the shiny fabric, looking like two luscious cherries. The 
dress draped itself in soft folds over her slender waist and flat belly, 
also making the rounded arch of her hips stand out. The dress had ridden up 
somewhat, but her pubic area was still covered. Ellen looked at the four 
ball players and saw penises already lurching against trousers all over the 
room as the door was shut. 

Finally Zak broke the silence, saying, "Well? Are you slobs just going to 
wait there? The lady is ready." 

A flurry of activity followed his comment, and while three of the men 
hurriedly began getting undressed, one tall, dark-haired young man, a 
utility third baseman by the name of Joe Guerrero, with dark eyes and a 
handsomely straight nose, strode over to the bed directly from the doorway, 
where he had just closed the door. Ellen sucked in her breath, wondering 
what a man as handsome as that was doing with the other three, all of whom 
looked like real losers. 

Up to that point, Kenny West's wife had been somewhat shaken, but still 
hadn't accepted what it was that the Knights' manager had intended for her. 
She ought to have been more terrified than ever at this point, but the sight 
of the handsome utility infielder made her stare at him in fascination. She 
still had her glasses on and intended keeping them on this time. 

Joe began pushing her dress higher up along her thighs, and Ellen began 
trembling with excitement as the man's hands began their lewd, seductive 
movement over her slenderly exposed thighs, moving with a certain obvious 
familiarity of the female body. She had no panties on and his fingers now 
danced over her brown pubic hair as Joe breathed, "Okay, lady, just suppose 
you come ahead and open those luscious legs of yours." 

The frightened Ellen obediently parted her legs, but the impatient man 
firmly gripped her knees and began forcing them even wider apart. The dim 
light in the room somehow managed to shine off her pink vaginal slit as it 
was exposed to the eyes of everyone there, and all the men were leering 
hungrily at her. It was exciting Ellen and she realized it, having all these 
aroused young men, three of whom were as ugly as sin, standing around the 
bed. It was more thrilling than she had imagined, yet she still felt a 
twinge of terror, and knew that if Kenny ever learned about this, he 
wouldn't blame the men. He would blame her. 

Then she forgot all her fears as Joe reached out with an expert hand and ran 
his middle finger into her tightly closed womanly slit, parting the soft 
vaginal hairs and feeling the smooth, wet pink flesh beneath. Her rotating 
hips began jerking at the sudden contact as his finger dipped slightly into 
the hot, sodden cuntal cavern. 

Ellen felt all fluttery in the pit of her stomach, and her thighs and legs 
were hot and soaked with her own perspiration, feeling herself so totally 
exposed to so many men at once. There were five men in the room, and even 
Zak Milton had taken off his clothes while Joe Guerrero was easing out of 
his own clothing. Hard penises were jerking in the air all around her, and 
the men were moving closer now. Hands were unzipping her dress, sliding it 
off her shoulders, pulling it down over her hips, and one of the players 
actually put it on a hanger in the closet. 

Ellen moaned and raised her knees, spreading her thighs wide apart in actual 
joyful acceptance as one of the men climbed onto the bed between her loins. 
She was aware of the hardness of his solid cock scraping and rubbing its 
rubbery head against the soft and tender lips of her aching cunt. Without 
thinking, she reached between their bodies and grasped the rigid penis, 
pulling it forward until she felt the heatedly throbbing head insinuating 
itself between the tenderly soft inner lips of her gentle flesh as it slid 
between the warm, wet walls of her quivering, quaking pussy. Then, with a 
single long, easy stroke, the man began moving his throbbing cock easily in 
and out of her tightly sucking vaginal well. He pushed it forward each time 
so that it buried itself all the way into her belly, making her sigh. 

Ellen was gasping, feeling overpowering thrills as she was aware of the hard 
rubbery head battering against her cervix a few times before sliding above 
it, sinking all the way into the deepest part of her seething cunt. His 
balls slapped against her perineum again and again, making her quiver. 

Her mouth fell loosely open and she began humping her body against him, 
feeling the man's soft outer covering around his hard cock as it slid into 
the warmth of her tight cunt, sliding in and out a bit more easily as her 
interior glands continued secreting more oils. She worked her legs back and 
forth over the man's back and her flailing hips continued working in time 
with his thrusts. Vaguely she wondered just who the man was who was fucking 
her. Not that it mattered, since neither he nor any of the others knew who 
she was. 

Abruptly she felt the man's throbbing penis begin to expand uncontrollably. 
He began stroking faster and harder, the continued battering of her 
quivering cunt bringing low, moaning gasps from somewhere deep in her 
quivering throat. She was well aware that the man was going to fire into her 
at any moment, but her own climax was nowhere near. Not that it mattered. 
From the looks on the faces of all the men in the room she was going to be 
there a long, long time, and it was obvious she had more penises than she 
would need for one night. She wondered if it was possible for them to tire 
her out. 

A moment later the strange man was clawing convulsively at her rounded 
ass-cheeks, and his mouth fell open over her passion-twisted face. 

"YYYYAAANNNGGGHHHUUURRR-GGGGGHHHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and torrents of 
heatedly white burning sperm spilled from his throbbing cock, surging into 
the depths of her body. The bursting heat was so powerful that it ignited a 
minor orgasm in her after all, and her nails raked across the man's back as 
the delicious sensation charged through her quivering body. She poured out 
her own lubricity, feeling it mix with the man's semen. He continued pumping 
into her until he was exhausted. Then he simply lay there, on top of her. 

Ellen felt spent, too, even though it was only a minor climax. Her body 
continued wildly quivering as the spent baseball player rolled away from 
her, but before she was able to catch her breath she saw Joe Guerrero, now 
totally naked, crawling on the bed next to her. Her eyes widened at the 
sight of his long, thick phallic instrument, and she slid to the side to let 
him lie on his back beside her. Joe smiled and lay back, his long, solid 
shaft lasciviously spearing into the air. The young wife stared hungrily at 
it with lust-filled eyes, watching as the man spread his hairy thighs wide. 
She noticed his balls had so much hair on them they looked like a small, 
furry animal. Her vagina was inwardly aching and burning with hunger for 
more, yet she hesitated, hating the idea of these men seeing her for the 
wanton whore she actually seemed to be. 

"Come on, come on," Zak Milton ordered. "Can't you see the guy is waiting. 
Climb on top of him," he urged impatiently from the chair where he was 
sitting, in the corner of the room, his own naked organ standing straight 
out. 

Ellen felt seething desire blazing in her loins, and at this point needed no 
further prompting. She rose to her knees and placed a thigh on either side 
of the utility third baseman's ribs, immediately feeling his hands running 
smoothly up and down her inner thighs to her throbbing, sperm-soaked damp 
cunt lips, spreading wide the swollen, downy flanges, letting more of the 
previous man's sperm drip down her thigh as he exposed her wet, lustful pink 
interior to his gaze. Immediately his fingertips began working furiously at 
the bead of her tiny hard clitoris, bringing it to a more sensitive state 
until, with a low strangled moan, she leaned forward while still on her 
knees and gripped his penis, trying to wedge it into the tightly narrow, 
sperm-soaked slit of her seething vagina. 

"UNH! HURRY! HURRY!" she gasped, her weighty breasts now bobbling over his 
face and throat, heaving and swaying as she wriggled her rounded hips above 
the blunted knob of his anxiously upstanding thick shaft. 

The others standing around the bed watched as Joe caught hold of her waist 
while she clung firmly to his throbbing shaft, aiming her starved vagina 
directly above the full and fleshy length of cock as it poked its red, 
mushroom-shaped head upward. Then Joe simply tugged her down on it. Her cunt 
resisted for a moment against the tight elastic opening of her vaginal 
tunnel, then it wedged in beyond the rim. With a deep-throated sigh she 
gaspingly sank down on it and he slid it straight up into her tight belly. 
She traveled down the length as if she were riding a never-ending greased 
pole. 

Tightening her knees firmly around his hips, the beautiful, red-wigged woman 
sank ever lower on the up-thrusting shaft, moaning and gasping as if in 
agony until she finally settled on his thighs, totally and completely 
impaling herself on the rigid lance of up-thrust flesh. Then she strained 
her buttocks up in the air again until the third baseman's long, thick 
phallic spear, gleaming wet from the oily secretions and sperm already in 
her cunt, came throbbingly into view. The cords in her inner thighs stood 
out with the effort she applied as she hoisted herself upward until the wide 
rim of the shiny, bright red tip was almost slipping out of her tightly 
clasping vagina, and then, with a soul-rending gasp, the lovely woman sank 
straight down all over again, smashing her whole crotch solidly against his 
loins, devouring the entire lance of his penis into the depths of her softly 
enveloping cunt. 

Joe now pressed his own thighs tightly together, and began jerking his hips 
rhythmically upward as she descended so that their bodies began slamming 
against one another in a regulated pattern, bringing a measure of gasps, 
groans and grunts from both their throats. 

Watching from the corner of the room where he nakedly sat, Zak Milton 
realized this woman just wasn't as terrified as she had been that first time 
with him. It was almost as if he had been some kind of trial run for her, 
and now, used to penises, she was actually glorying in what she was feeling. 
He watched her intently, wondering what she would do next. He ought to have 
felt good about humbling her, but somehow there was no pleasure in it this 
time. It was as if he were doing what she wanted, and in the long run was 
winning out over him. She was just about the sexiest thing he had ever seen. 
The manager found himself tremendously excited, witnessing this gang-bang he 
had set up. He wanted to fuck her and bring the same response from her he 
had brought the evening he had forced her to blow him. 

Now he saw another one of the players separate himself from the others. The 
man walked around the squeaking bed and moved closer to the writhing, 
wriggling couple. He hesitated at the side of the mattress for a moment, 
then, as he received an encouraging nod from the team manager, the man 
scrambled up onto the mattress at the head of the bed. Climbing to his 
knees, letting them rest next to Joe's head, with one hand he grasped the 
headboard for support, and with the other he gripped Ellen's nape and yanked 
her head down to his loins. 

Son of a bitch! Zak thought. This was precisely what he had intended making 
her do again, certain she would resist once more. That last time he had 
shocked the hell out of her. But now he stared in utter astonishment as 
Ellen hungrily opened her mouth and, without the slightest hesitation, 
sucked the man's solidly hard and throbbing cock into the tight, wet warmth 
of her mouth until nothing but about an inch of the thick base showed 
protruding from her tightly ovaled lips. 

The manager found it hard to believe this woman, who had resisted him so 
strongly that last time, was now doing this so willingly until he heard the 
unmistakable sounds of muffled gurgles of delighted pleasure drifting across 
the room from her cock-filled face. He felt his own pulsing penis now 
throbbing and swelling to painful hardness as the panting, dark-haired man 
continued arching his hips, fucking his cock in and out of Ellen's tightly 
sucking mouth, the red, lipstick-rimmed edges of her lips pulling out as he 
withdrew, then clinging hungrily as the ball player shoved his throbbing and 
straight back in, pushing it deeper into the tightness of her clogged 
throat. 

The manager suddenly discovered he was not able to stand this any longer. He 
also had to fuck her, and had no intention of waiting until everyone else in 
the room was finished. But where? Her cunt was filled, and so was her mouth. 
Then he saw Joe Guerrero's hand creeping down along Ellen's naked spine, 
right down to the crevice between her naked buttocks, until his finger found 
the raw, puckered anus that was pointing toward the ceiling. The third 
baseman rubbed his finger there for a moment, teasing her anal opening until 
she strained back to get more of the delightful sensation. Now the man was 
pushing his finger through the tight ring of her shuddering anus, worming it 
deep inside her, shoving it into the warm, spongy interior. As he continued 
moving his finger in a circular motion, expanding the tight opening, he kept 
pushing the finger deeper and deeper until it was into her rectum right up 
to the palm. The palm now lay flat against her buttocks and Ellen writhed 
and moaned, feeling all kinds of delightful sensations at the dual 
defilement of her cunt and ass-hole. 

Staring at her ass-hole, seeing the way the woman wiggled it back against 
Joe's finger, Zak wondered if she had ever been sodomized. It was hard to 
imagine a woman with such a tight ass-hole as ever having a cock shoved into 
it, but hell! She was enjoying the way Joe's finger was probing into her 
rectum. Maybe, just maybe, she'd like a thick prick plunging in there as 
well. Hell! He had warned her the last time she had shown up in the locker 
room that if she ever showed up again he would make her sorry for it. Now he 
was really going to go to work on her. 

Her wild mewls of aroused passion were more than the manager was able to 
tolerate. He had to join in this delightfully lewd pillaging of her body, 
using her, fucking her, letting her know that Zak Milton kept his word. 

He pushed himself to his feet, his throbbing cock sticking straight out in 
front of him. His ears picked up the loud sounds of heavy, wet sucking the 
woman was making as her lips pulled on the throbbing penis and her cunt 
slushed over the thickness of Joe Guerrero's hard cock. Forgotten was the 
fact that he had brought her here to teach her a lesson. Forgotten was the 
fact that she was here for the benefit of the men and not himself. Looking 
at her, being fucked like an animal, her cunt and mouth being used again and 
again, the manager felt he wanted nothing more than to ram his stiff rod 
into her rectum at that moment. 

Still staring at the roundness of her white, upstanding ass-cheeks, he moved 
dazedly from his corner and began walking toward the bed where Ellen knelt, 
continually fucking and sucking without letup. On his knees, he crawled onto 
the foot of the bed, his weight making the mattress sag, his left hand 
holding his cock as if it were a bludgeon with which he intended hitting the 
helpless woman. 

"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU, LADY," he said in a strong, soft, even voice, making 
certain it carried over the obscene noises her mouth and vagina were making. 
"Since every other hole is just about filled," he continued, "I'm going to 
fuck you in the ass." 

The other two players standing near the bed had been startled by the sound 
of Zak's voice as he moved forward. They had often thought about fucking a 
woman in the rear, but for some reason none of them had ever done it. 

Ellen, busy with what she was doing, heard him saying something, but had no 
idea what it was. All she was able to do was moan since the cock clogging 
her mouth prevented her from saying anything. 

"GGGGGGRRRRRRMMMMMPHHHH! UUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGHHHFFFF!" she replied 
unintelligibly, her lips still tightly wound around the virile throbbing 
penis filling her mouth. 

Zak now moved directly behind her, running his hands over the smoothness of 
her soft, white cheeks. He thrilled to the feel of her buttocks quivering 
under his touch as she continued moving her hips up and down, pumping the 
tightness of her steaming cunt around the throbbing length of Joe Guerrero's 
hard cock. Her head was still moving back and forth, her lips continually 
sucking the thick length of the other player's penis into and out of her 
sucking mouth. 

The mere thought of actually fucking this strange woman while her cunt and 
mouth contained two other phalluses at the same time caused the manager's 
loins to stir even more. He was unable to contain himself any longer, and 
his cock lunged at the tiny puckered hole nestled comfortably between 
Ellen's softly gyrating white ass-cheeks. 

The beautiful woman's ears heard something. It was the hoarse breathing of 
yet another man, and a tingle raced through her body, making her speed up 
her motions as her cunt moved up and down the length of Joe's pulsing penis. 
She was able to tell by the demanding touch of his gripping hands on her 
buttocks that the man behind her, whoever he was, was more aroused than 
either of the two men presently pounding their penises into her body. The 
knowledge built her own passion to shatteringly new heights. 

At that moment Zak Milton pulled Joe's finger from the tight rictus of her 
ass-hole, almost cutting the. opening with Joe's fingernail he pulled the 
finger out so quickly. 

"GGGGRRRMMMPHHHHH!" she gasped, feeling a sudden stinging pain as the finger 
withdrew quickly. 

Automatically, she clenched her buttocks tightly together in defense of her 
ass-hole, only to feel the team manager behind her yanking her rounded 
buttocks apart, stretching them wide with his damp, clammy hands. 

In her excitement, Ellen was able to hear Zak suck in his breath as the tiny 
ring of soft, tender anal sphincter came into view again. He shoved one of 
his hands down and began thrusting with his middle finger, pushing 
experimentally, then pressing forward, pushing harder, sinking the finger 
into her rectum up to the second knuckle. He began churning the finger 
around in the tightness of her squeezing rectum, preparing it for the 
greater penetration that was to come. 

For the first time since the manager had started working at her ass, Ellen 
let the cock in her mouth slip out so she was able to turn her head and see 
what was happening behind her. She recognized the manager, the one man in 
the group for whom she had feelings of distaste. He was stroking his penis 
with his free hand, the head of a rigid purple and looking more solid than a 
stone. He was aiming it directly at the tiny puckered hole between her 
rectal cheeks, now stretched more than a little because of the man's 
rummaging finger. 

Ellen held her breath for a long time, and then she began moaning and 
sighing as she felt the unrelenting head of the shaft press against her anal 
ring once the finger had been removed. Before she had a chance to fight or 
argue, she felt the stiff prick charging into her, shoving through the 
tightly resisting ring of sphinc-tral flesh. 

"UUUNNNHHHH ... N-O-O-O-O she gasped with quivering pain. Before she was 
able to yell again, the man kneeling near the head of the bed gripped her 
wig and would have pulled it off had she not immediately followed the motion 
of his hand, allowing him to jam her mouth over his throbbing cock. This 
time he rammed it all the way into her gullet, clogging her throat and 
preventing her from making any sounds. At the same time, Zak reached forward 
and gripped her round shoulders. He rammed his hips all the way forward with 
all his untold strength, and little by little he began pushing his throbbing 
penis into the tight chamber of her rectum. 

"GGGGHHHHUUUURRRMMMPHHH! AAAAUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHH!" she gaggingly gasped, 
mumbling in pained protest against the penis buried in the depths of her 
quivering throat as Zak's long, heavy penis slipped ever deeper into the 
heated, rubbery depths of her rectum, driving in to the hilt. 

Ellen began jerking spasmodically for a moment, then remained perfectly 
still, realizing the more she moved, the more painful the penis in her 
rectum felt. Even now, as she kept herself from moving, feeling the way Zak 
was pushing it in and out of her squeezing rear interior, she realized her 
back tunnel was elastically adjusting to the breadth and no damage had been 
done to any of the tissues back there. 

Then Joe, who had tugged his cock back until it was out of her but for the 
head, waiting until the manager had totally penetrated her rear end, now 
wrapped his strong fingers around the woman's tight waist and yanked her 
down hard on his waiting cock. 

Joe's throbbing cock slithered more tightly than before into the narrower 
cavern of her pussy now that a cock was in her rectal channel, and the 
beautiful wife of Kenny West continued moaning deliriously as she realized 
she was being hopelessly impaled on three penises now-one in her cunt, one 
in her anus, and one in her mouth. The first two only had a thin wall of 
tissue separating them. 

Now there was no further delay. Zak, already heatedly aroused and excited by 
watching the two men on his team fucking this luscious bitch's cunt and 
mouth, began fucking all the more furiously into the tightness of her 
seething rectum. At the same time, the two other ballplayers began thrusting 
with long, hard strokes into her mouth and into her sucking vagina. It only 
took a moment for the three men to get the rhythm, but after awhile the trio 
was moving in unison, buffeting her body between them like a sack of soft, 
resilient foam rubber. As if by a prearranged signal, all three men pulled 
their fiery penises out of her panting body, leaving only the heads inside 
the narrow entrances of her three body orifices. i Her insatiable cunt, her 
ass-hole, and her mouth worked to pull all three in as Ellen West realized 
she was fast adjusting to the cock in her rectum, and now that it was 
pulling back along with the others, she wanted to contain it just as much as 
the others. Simultaneously the i trip of penises drove all the way into her 
body until Ellen felt as if the two penises coming in from the bottom half 
of her were going to meet head-on with the steely shaft driving down her 
throat. She uttered a single low whine of thrilled ecstasy that was 
interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked 
into her nakedly wriggling body with more lustful passion and desire. 

It was like nothing Ellen had ever dreamed of before. Every usable opening 
in her trembling body was drilled with solid masculine flesh-her mouth, her 
cunt, and even her rectum. Her anus, she knew, was forever stretched to 
where she would always be able to handle a penis back there, and she 
wondered if Kenny ever fucked Moya in the ass. Time and again the three men 
continued consistently pounding against her trembling, quivering flesh, 
pistoning into her open orifices. The pain was completely gone by now, and 
she didn't want this triple fucking to stop-not ever! 

Her rotating hips were not only moving up and down on the cock in her 
vagina, but pushing forward and back against the penis in her rectum, 
meeting the ass-crushing lunges of the team manager as he continually 
slammed into her vibrant vagina with his balls while his cock pushed into 
her rectum. In fact, his balls were rubbing against those of Joe Guerrero. 
Then she would slam her cunt forward and down to absorb the thickness of the 
trembling dark-faced Joe as her head moved forward and back around the 
throbbing penis in her mouth. Her entire body began wildly undulating 
between the two men fucking her cunt and ass-hole, and her buttocks began 
moving faster in ever wilder circles. The muscles in her hips were like 
swivels as her buttocks rotated, and she moved up and down on the squeaking 
bed with more power in her buttocks and hips. All four of their coarse 
groans mixed in a satanic symphony of mad sexual delight. 

Suddenly Ellen realized she was going to have a three-way orgasm. The 
sensations were already building in her rectum and vagina, and now they were 
building in her throat as well. She gasped and shuddered, gagging, 
"GGGHHHAAAUUUGGGHHH ... 
CCCHHHAAAGGGHHHLLLNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGG-GHHHAARRGGGHHUUCCCHHH!" The 
steaming organ pistoning in and out of her mouth kept her gasp from being 
heard beyond the room, but the man fucking and watching her stared with wide 
open eyes, marveling at her reaction. 

The beautiful wife of Kenny West was absolutely insane with thrilled desire 
and began sobbing out her shuddering orgasm-an orgasm that seemed to go on 
forever and ever. The team manager and the two players no fucking into her, 
totally intoxicated by their complete conquest of her quivering body, 
continually drove into her again and again, and then the trio almost 
simultaneously sank their cocks deeper into her, keeping them buried all the 
way inside her as they suddenly began firing their seed from three 
directions at once. It took every ounce of inner willpower to keep from 
gasping and screaming out their satisfaction, but they knew loud screams 
would have the management calling the police. 

As soon as the men in her mouth pulled his cock out, Bummy Gertz, the last 
remaining member of the group, plugged right in, and was so fired up by what 
he saw that he began shooting into her immediately, blasting away. Ellen 
swallowed his sperm along with that of all the others she was taking into 
her body. 

When she finally collapsed, face down on the mattress, the helpless woman 
had all the strength drained out of her, but still felt good. 

Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep, and when she awoke, she thought 
the men had gone, but when she rolled over she saw all five of them there, 
and all of them made use of her again. 

When the quintet was finished with her, they dressed and filed out of the 
motel, and Ellen, shivering, managed to get dressed. Thank God they hadn't 
torn her clothing. 

Going to her car, Ellen drove home, and when she got there, let her body 
soak in a hot tub. When the phone rang, she hurried to answer it, wondering 
who was calling at that time of night. It was Kenny. 

"Hey," he asked, "I've been calling you half the night. Where'd you go?" 

"I was riding," she told him, which, indirectly, was the truth. 

"You had me worried," Kenny told her. "Look, I'll be home Monday morning. 
Keep that sweet little body of yours nice and hot for me, honey." 

"Sure," she nodded. 

Hanging up, Ellen wondered what kind of life she was leading. She was 
cheating on Kenny and he was cheating on her, but Kenny didn't seem to 
regard it as cheating. 

One thing she didn't want was what had happened to her tonight. It made her 
feel cheap. 

When she had been in Jerry Nunno's apartment, she had copied down his phone 
number, and now she called him. He was overjoyed to hear from her and swore 
he would never let her go again if she came to him. Ellen told him she would 
be able to be with him only during the baseball season, during home games. 
He was agreeable. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Kenny was home and the smug son of a bitch was acting as if he had been 
without a woman on the entire trip away. Not that Ellen was worried, because 
from now on she had a standing appointment to meet Jerry Nunno at his 
apartment following each game he played at home. Right now, because Kenny 
was home, Jerry's team was away. But from now on Ellen didn't have to worry 
about being without a hard sturdy penis. 

Now it was time for her to let Kenny know she wanted something other than 
flat-on-her-back fucking. He had just come out of the shower totally naked, 
and she was just as nude. When he lay down on the bed with the intent of 
pulling her down beside him, she took him totally by surprise by lowering 
her head and letting her tongue wash rapidly over the thick crown of his 
throbbing penis. Kenny, taken totally unaware, moaned and gasped, his legs 
quivering, anticipating what new delights her mouth was going to bring. He 
didn't have long to wait. 

Kenny hadn't expected anything like this from his wife, but her mouth was 
like hot butter around his cock, and he damned well wasn't going to stop 
her. To his knowledge this was the first time she had ever done something 
like this, and she was just about as good as Moya. 

His eyes locked on the nape of her neck, then moved to her face, watching as 
her lips pouted and slid over the bulging knob of his throbbing cockhead as 
it disappeared into the bubbling moisture of her heated mouth. She sucked 
hard and long, her eyes watching her husband as he watched her. Lust rushed 
into Kenny's penis. The cock began throbbing and jerking eagerly inside her 
lips, his glans twitching against the soft, pulpy roof of her tantalizing 
mouth. She was great! 

Puckered in a tight ring of pleasure, her mouth inched languidly down his 
solid shaft of meat. Her nostrils flared widely as she took his cock into 
her mouth. Her tongue caressed lovingly around his stalk of masculinity. Her 
cheeks bulged outward as she filled her face with him. 

Now she started sliding her mouth over his cock, moving as if in slow 
motion, her lips retreating. Wet and shining, he watched his penis slide 
from her tantalizing mouth. Her lips reached the swollen plum at the end, 
then she sucked, and her lips pulled even more blood into the gorged glans. 

Kenny moaned and gently caressed the sides of his wife's face. Sheesh! She 
was good, really good. It was as if he had been waiting all his life for 
this, and the wait had been well worth it. Her mouth now slid up and down 
the throbbing pole of his desire with the moves of an expert. Her eyes were 
constantly on his, enjoying the picture she created, thrilling to the 
pleasure she was building. 

Constantly licking and sucking, Ellen strove to take her husband's cock to 
the hilt. Long, cool fingers wrapped around his scrotum sac. He groaned as 
she lightly massaged the stones she found inside. 

Suddenly Kenny felt the urge to fuck her as he had never felt it before. 
With his hands on the side of her face, he eased her mouth off his cock and 
said simply, "I'M ACHING TO FUCK YOU." 

Smiling in reply, she lowered herself onto her back, her thighs spread in 
silent invitation. Beneath the soft brown fur covering the tantalizing mound 
of her sex like a silken cloud, he was able to see the pouting pink lips of 
her tremulous groove. Sodden with the juices of her thrilled arousal, the 
swollenly parted inner labia began quivering before his eyes, as did the 
firm shape of her large, rounded breasts which, because she was lying on her 
back, had lost their perfect spherical, conical shapes, and had sunken 
slightly into her quivering body. She writhed a little as she opened her 
arms to him. 

Kenny came to her, but not to his wife's arms. 

Instead, he dropped to his knees between her wide-open thighs and slowly 
leaned lower. His lips began kissing the soft mound of her flat belly. She 
groaned and sighed, her body suddenly jolting to life with a rush of 
thrillingly excited sexual sensation. Her hand reached out and gripped his 
hair, her fingers weaving through the strands. 

Now he began kissing the plump lips of his wife's vagina, and tasting her 
for the first time, found her a gourmet's delight. When he licked the 
pouting labia again, he received a long, low moan announcing the totality of 
her arousal. His tongue flicked out and teased in a slow circular pattern 
around the pouting opening. He began working to taunt now, aching to slither 
his oral digit into the intimate channel of her sex, but not doing so yet. 

Ellen's reaction was precisely what Kenny had hoped it would be. Her hips 
writhed beneath his tickling, teasing mouth, swishing over the mattress 
beneath her. Her fingers tightly gripped his head, but they didn't push 
downward. He knew she was restraining her desire to shove his face into the 
swampy wetness of her vaginal morass. She quivered with the need to feel him 
eating out her shivering tunnel of lust. But she was smart enough to let her 
husband work at his own speed. He was working to fill her body with every 
thrilling sensation he was able to arouse within her. 

When his tongue finally did dip into the delicious, juice-welling slot, the 
beautiful woman groaned deeply, actually gasping out her thrilled delight at 
what he was doing. Her hips wriggled in anxious little circles. Her pelvis 
fluttered up and down in small hunching sensations that matched the rhythm 
of his working mouth. 

First he speared into her pink-scalloped inner vaginal lips. Inside, she was 
flooded and soaked with a wash of flowing lubrication. His tongue began 
teasing around and around, flicking and caressing the velvety softness of 
her tender vaginal walls. He began twisting and swirling his tongue, lapping 
at her quivering inner folds as her cunt welcomed his willing probe. 

His hungering tongue glided in and out of her seething pussy for several 
minutes acting like a mini-penis, dishing out its full serving of carnal 
delight with expert accuracy. Ellen groaned and twisted under him with the 
constant rush of lashing sensations he was building in the depths of her 
pussy. She continued groaning, begging for even more before he pulled the 
eagerly anxious tip of his thrusting tongue from her trembling slash, 
sucking the overabundant supply of sexual sap that followed it out. 

Then his tongue tickled back up the fleshy groove of her tender pussylips to 
find the aroused bud of her trembling clitoris. He began lapping and 
slurping thirstily, licking the trembling pleasure point, rapidly lashing 
her with his oral whip, driving her on and on. Her body was rapturously 
tingling with the desperate throbbing of near release. She writhed and 
twisted under the constantly raging oral assault that threatened to blast 
her into the total utter oblivion of climactic delight. Her groans were soft 
and bestial, and wild, throaty cries of delight were wrenched from her 
gasping lips. 

His own lips closed around the budding button. He gently began sucking at 
her. His mouth was a tender sheath around her tingling clitoris. He mouthed 
and kissed her. He sucked gingerly at the sensitive organ, his tongue-tip 
still flicking madly away at it. 

Ellen was there, right at the threshold of orgasm. A rush of rising winds 
blew hard, pushing her through the open door of wantonly blissful rapture. 

"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHHUUUNGGHHAAAGGHH ... 
EEEEYYYYAAAAIIIIGGGGGGHHHHH-UUURRRGGGHHH AAGGGHHHH!" she screamed as her 
thighs pounded out their urgent message of intense desire. Her open nerves 
burned white hot as the being-shattering sensations caught her and threw her 
into an expanding universe of swirling, flashing colors. She cried out at 
the wonderful delight she was feeling, gasping loudly. 

It was then that his cock entered her. 

Yanking his face from between her pillarly thighs, he slid up on the warm 
smoothness of her anxiously waiting body as it supported his weight on his 
forearms. His cock seemed to need no guidance from either of their hands. 
She was wet, she was open, and an easy portal that he pushed himself deeply 
into, securely burying the thick, pulsing length of his sex into her tightly 
contracting belly. 

She groaned and grunted in surprise as the swollen intruder moved like a 
sword into her body. Now he began to move with long, slow strokes, his 
cylinder of hardness slithering in and out as she found her cunt exploding 
with yet another orgasm on top of the one his tongue had induced in her. Her 
moans continued increasing and her twisting, thrashing, writhing, wriggling 
body received that last touch of delicious fulfillment bringing her complete 
joy. 

As she drifted along at the height of her passion, Kenny drove his cock into 
her quivering interior and anchored himself firmly in the wonderfully 
beautiful, squeezing grip of her sodden vagina. He held his wife tenderly, 
caressing her face and softly kissing her still-moaning lips. She clung 
tightly to him, her fingers digging into the tense muscles of his back. 

He stopped pumping for a moment, and eventually the last trembling 
contraction of her vagina finally quivered away. Her eyes fluttered open, 
revealing misted pools of soft brown. Her lips were turned up in a lovely 
smile of gratification and satisfaction that hid the pain she felt at the 
knowledge of his long time affair with Moya Monahan. 

"Mmmmmm ... darling," she whispered. "That was so wonderful." 

Kenny smiled and moved his lips to hers as she continued hugging him 
playfully. Taunting with its soft wetness, her thrilling tongue flicked at 
his lips and tongue. 

The two of them parted, their lips reluctantly moving away from one another 
and she whispered, "What about you? That organ of yours is still so big and 
stiff." 

"We're going to take care of that in a moment," he assured her. "But what 
I'd like to know is where you got it into your head to suddenly suck my 
cock." 

"Well, I'm home alone all the time," she told him, curling his chest hairs 
around her fingers. "This gave me an opportunity to read a lot of books. All 
I'm doing is putting some book learning to practical use." 

His hips began to move anew with his cock still buried in her, in and out, 
letting her know he was still in there and raring to go. He filled and 
refilled the heated tightness of her sheathing cunt with the stiff hotness 
of his throbbing cock, enjoying the quivering excitement that began tingling 
through her body as he continued gliding through the interior of her 
seething pussy. 

GOOD," she gasped. "YOU ALWAYS FEEL SO DAMN GOOD INSIDE ME." 

"I was thinking the same thing," Kenny told her, and he slammed his pelvis 
solidly into her, their bodies slapping belly to belly, loudly together. 

"UUUUNNNHHHHH!" she grunted, her brown eyes flashing brightly. "You keep 
that up and you'll have me reaching another orgasm in one heck of a hurry." 

"I had that in mind," Kenny admitted. 

Suddenly he jerked his throbbing cock back, leaving only the pulsating glans 
poised and ready in the waiting lips of her soft vagina. Her body tensed, 
and then he lunged straight back into her. 

Ellen moaned as her hips did a squirming little dance, trying to bring the 
thick column more quickly into the depths of her aching body. She struggled 
each time he pulled back, letting him know she wanted his cock back in her 
body. 

In a titillating jackhammering of rapid strokes, Kenny began pumping in and 
out of her softly pouting lips, but only moving his cock three inches 
forward and three inches back. Faster his pelvis worked its in-and-out 
magic. She moaned as the pleasurable friction, ignited by the quick, short 
jabs, sent her spiraling higher and higher in sensation. 

"Ungh! What are you doing to me?" she asked. "You've never done anything 
like this before?" 

"Well, you never sucked my cock before," he said to her. 

"YYYYAAAANNNNGGGGGGHHHHH-UUUNNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she gasped. "OH, I JUST 
CAME AGAIN, YOU WONDERFUL MAN." 

His hips began whipping all the more quickly in their sexually maddening 
taunt. She wasn't the only one receiving the pleasurable friction of his 
rapid fire cock action. The already agitated head of his throbbing cock was 
burning with full seething delight. 

"OOOOONNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she grunted as his hairy pelvis ground against her 
pelvic mound that was once again wildly throbbing between her thighs. "OH 
YES, YES, YES, DRIVE IT RIGHT IN THERE," she begged. 

So he did. His hips moved back and then slammed forward, shifting in the 
caressing envelope of her inner fleshy delights. He began pumping her harder 
and harder. Now his cock was sluicing in and out, moving wildly in a gushing 
ocean of juices flooding her cunt. He hunched over and pounded into her like 
a madman. Kenny poled his wife until she was loudly gasping out in an 
undeniable ecstasy of rapturous desire. 

like a forceful stallion, the man continued spearing into her open vagina, 
packing and repacking her lovely body with his penis. She groaned and clung 
tightly to him. Her fingernails cut into his back and clawed at his 
shoulders, drawing blood. 

"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGHHUUNNGGHH-AAGGHH AARRGGHUUNNGHH AGHH!" she screamed, 
climaxing yet another time. 

Once again Kenny pumped slowly in and out of the softly contracting folds of 
her seething pussy, helping her continually savor the full enjoyment of the 
pleasurable ecstasies rushing and swirling around her. 

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him, gasping, "You still haven't 
come?" 

"Not yet!" 

The recent drain that Moya had put on his testicles was now allowing him the 
full pleasure of fucking his eager and anxious wife to his heart's content. 
This was one cunt he had really missed a lot. 

The feeling was exhilarating. The actual act was where he was at at the 
moment. He loved the vulnerable feeling of a woman lost in release. He loved 
fucking almost as much as he loved baseball. The longer he was able to fuck, 
the better he enjoyed it. With Moya he sometimes came much too quickly. Not 
so with his wife, although he wasn't able to understand why. After all, he 
found her far more arousing than Moya. When he finally did come, it would be 
one gigantic blast of pleasure, and then everything would be over, since he 
was certain Ellen didn't know how to build a soft cock up again in a short 
time the way Moya did. 

"I want another one," she whispered into his ear, her lips brushing it in a 
teasing caress. "I want you to fuck me! I want to feel that big wonderful 
cock of yours stabbing in and out of me. Then I want you to climax, filling 
me with you." 

He allowed his hands to slip slowly down the slick curves of her thighs. He 
lay on her at the moment, letting her take his full weight, her firm mounds 
of breasts squashed to near flatness beneath him. The stiff, hard points of 
her nipples were like small pebbles against his chest. 

Soothingly caressing her thighs for several minutes, he slid his palms under 
her, squeezing the rounded globes of her full buttocks. She groaned, 
twitching and churning her buttocks and rocking his rigid cunt in the spongy 
confines of her anxious vagina. Then Kenny lifted her ass. His cock slid 
even more deeply into the heated recesses of her quaking body, a seeking 
root of undeniable pleasure. 

His angle of attack increased his depth, and once again he started his hips 
working. He moved languidly, his thickness continually slicing in a slow 
motion pump into her quivering pussy. This time he was going to reach his 
own pinnacle. But until he finally came, he wanted all this to take a long, 
long time. He wanted to draw every pleasure possible from his delightful 
wife. He ached to extend this fantastic fuck to its fullest limits. 

"AAANNNNHHHHH!" she moaned, her body continually thrashing with mounting 
please beneath him. "YESSSSSSSSSSSS ... THAT'S GOOD ... S-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O 
GOOOOOD!" 

In and out he constantly moved his hips, rising and falling in a steady 
pace. He glided in, sinking as far as his penis was able to go, then he 
slithered right out again. Long and hard he moved into her repeatedly, 
moving as slowly as possible, withdrawing until only the swollen head of his 
penis was solidly embedded between the sucking lips of her vagina. Then he 
would ease back into the heatedly wet scabbard of her belly. 

Long, delicious savoring minutes passed with his aching hips continuing this 
tantalizing cadence. It was more of a sexual caress than a fuck. In a 
slow-motion dance the cores of their body waltzed together. There was 
nothing urgent about their lovemaking at this moment. It had an almost 
casual look and feel to it. 

For Kenny and Ellen the long, passing minutes of their wonderful ride 
together seemed like long, lingering hours. Their desire continued building 
to higher plateaus, starting as a slight tickling of want, their need 
continued to blossom. It flowed out from their loins until it filled each 
cell of their bodies. 

Still they worked in a slow increasing of their fucking speed. He pulled 
back to the full length of his penis, then again slithered back into the wet 
openness of her seething cunt. She moaned and pushed her pelvis up to meet 
his downward thrust. Then her buttocks fell to the mattress beneath her as 
his cock retreated and she slid from its length. 

Ellen had to admit that her husband was still better than all the others. 
Her body was alive as it never had been before. She accepted the fullness of 
his swollen manhood with every last ounce of her quaking body. He no longer 
simply poled her seething vagina but shifted, driving into her very soul. 
Every nerve in her shuddering body was aware of his presence. Every muscle 
within this consuming awareness yearned for him. She was a complete sexual 
being. Nothing else mattered except his rigid penis continually pushing and 
pressing, sliding in and out of her body. 

His hips increased the stroking power of his cock again. Her reaction was 
automatic. Without the slightest thought she naturally matched his rhythm. 
It was unbelievable. He totally controlled her at this moment-something he 
was never able to do with Moya. Now he knew why he loved this woman so 
completely. She was a part of him in a way no other woman would ever be able 
to be. Yes, he fucked Moya with regularity on the road, this was true, but 
Ellen's was the cunt his cock called home. 

He continued wildly sleeving into the tightness of her pulsing cunt. His 
solid shaft was wildly alive with a tingling awareness that felt each soft 
ripple shooting through her vaginal walls. The sensation was unbelievable 
and fantastic. His testicles were swelling with the pressure of a slowly 
increasing lust. The heat and utter tightness of her inner womanhood was 
unbelievably delightful. Her channel was incredible. It seemed to get 
tighter each time he entered her, and she was definitely tighter than Moya. 
She squeezed as he pulled back from her body, preparing for yet another 
plunge. The soft folds of her loving inner tunnel rippled around him, 
clinging to the bulb of his throbbing cock. He shuddered and moaned, his 
hips once again picking up speed. Now his balls were aching, manufacturing 
more and more of the fluid while none of it had yet been released. 

His hands eased out from under her sweet thighs, and she voluntarily pulled 
her own legs back, gripping herself behind the knees. Each rising inch of 
her thighs opened her even more to the driving power of his continually 
slicing penis. He drilled deeper into her shuddering belly, filling her 
softly heated hole. 

His cock felt so big and hard. He filled her completely, yet there seemed to 
be more stuffing its way into her pulsing vagina. Deeper he continued 
penetrating as he hoisted her legs upward, riding her like an expert. He 
filled her to the brim, then seemingly shoved in just a little bit more. She 
groaned and writhed, working her pelvis to fully accept the ponderous 
offering of cock he was giving her. 

Higher he pushed her legs, his hands behind them now. The eager opening of 
her trembling sex continued to wantonly squeeze around the rapidly plunging 
length of his shafted cock. He was deep, yet he wanted deeper. He wanted to 
feel the soothing flooding building in him, to fill the thrillingly 
sheathing hole of her sucking pussy. He wanted to fill her with a tidal wave 
of seminal fluid. 

Her knees rose higher, pressing along the sides of their bodies. He now 
packed her as fully as he was able. His long, solid cock jammed into the 
aching tunnel of her cunt, making Ellen realize how much she needed Kenny's 
cock, no matter what she had done with the others-especially Jerry Nunno. 

Jerry! He was a gentleman in every respect. He made love to her every which 
way she wanted and he was more than adequate, even if he was no match for 
Kenny. Because of being able to make love to her, Jerry was now the top 
starting pitcher in both leagues, and if things kept up this way it looked 
as if he would might not only win thirty games, but would have the lowest 
earned-run-average in the league. 

He always questioned her, wanting to find out who she was. He knew the 
various wigs she wore when meeting him were just that-wigs, but he never 
tried removing them or doing anything she didn't want. Sometimes he actually 
pleaded and begged, trying to learn her name, but he never snooped in her 
purse when she wasn't looking, nor did he take down the license number of 
her car. He had a good thing going and wasn't going to be dumb enough to 
lose it. Ellen appreciated that, and as long as Kenny had Moya, she hoped 
she would have Jerry, but right now she had Kenny. 

Moaning, she slid her hands down to her husband's buttocks. His ass-cheeks 
were boulders of tight, tense flesh, hard and warm between her fingers. He 
jerked upward and then plummeted straight down into her. She clung to him, 
pulling hard, impaling his body with her nails as he dominated hers with his 
kniving cock. She continued grunting and groaning as he slammed his crotch 
solidly into the pounding pleasure of her vagina. 

They were striving for their ultimate release. It was going to be a release 
of carnal delight that had been constantly growing in her aching body. The 
two were on a non-stop flight to ecstasy, their bodies soaked with the 
perspiration of their lust. They were wet and slippery, and they rocked and 
lurched together, trying to quench the thirst of their desire. 

Faster Kenny continued savagely thrusting into his wife. His shaft was a 
driving piston of fiery flesh. He speared and poled his lance into her as 
swiftly as possible. 

Tighter and tighter, her vagina now clamped down around his throbbing cock. 
She continued to squeeze and pull at his swollen piston. Her cunt sucked him 
into her depths as each nerve, each cell in each of their bodies came 
completely alive with the other's presence. 

Then the two exploded at once. 

The sensation was indescribable, and their mouths clung to one another so 
that neither was able to scream. But they floated in a sphere of physical 
delight for the longest time before drifting back to earth, where they fell 
fast asleep in one another's tightly clasping arms. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Though it was still long before All Star time, the local sportswriter had 
gotten together and were having a little dinner for those men they 
considered the most up-and-coming on both Chicago teams. Both team managers 
were there along with three of their players and, if the players were 
married, their wives. 

Jerry Nunno was considered the outstanding pitcher on the Central League 
Chicago team, and his manager, Zak Milton, was boasting that he was going to 
be the most terrific pitcher around. Just as naturally, the manager of the 
Hornets was boasting about Kenny West, who had the hottest bat in both 
leagues. 

Before the actual dinner and the giving out of awards, the people all milled 
around. Zak Milton, who was there with his wife, smiled at the manager of 
the Hornets and introduced his wife to the wives of the various players on 
both teams. 

Ellen felt smug as she walked up to Milton when her husband introduced her. 
Her blondeish-brown hair was short and tightly curled around her head. She 
wore no eye shadow, no rouge, and had a soft red lipstick on. She smiled and 
spoke in a low voice, and naturally Zak Milton hadn't the slightest idea who 
she was other than Kenny West's wife. She was the prettiest thing at the 
party, he was willing to acknowledge as much, and at one point he even told 
her so, saying, "It's so nice to see the players with clean cut, wholesome 
women like yourself. You'd be surprised at some of the tramps that hang 
around the players' entrance to the ballpark so they'll be able to boast 
that they slept with a member of my team." 

"You'll have to tell me about it sometime," Ellen said. 

"A nice lady like you won't be interested," Zak insisted. 

At the award ceremony, each man was given a small plaque, then asked to make 
a brief speech. 

When Kenny got up and accepted his plaque, he said, "To paraphrase Abe 
Lincoln, all that I am or ever will be, I owe to my wife." 

Everyone applauded. Two other Hornets also got awards and made short 
speeches. 

Then it was the turn of the Knights, and the first two members also praised 
their wives. When Jerry Nunno got up, he said, "I don't have a wife. But all 
that I am I owe to a lovely mysterious blonde. I wish I knew who she was, 
but believe me, I would be down in the minors today if it weren't for her 
teaching me how to relax on the ball field." 

Ellen smiled. He deserved to know who she was after such a nice speech. So 
when the ceremonies were over, she walked over to him and said, "That was a 
lovely speech, Mr. Nunno." 

"Why, uhhh ... thank you, Mrs. West." 

"Kenny will have to invite you to our home sometime." 

"That's very nice of you," he nodded politely. 

"When Kenny does invite you, it might be a good idea if you brought some 
catnip." 

"Catnip?" 

"Yes! I have a white Angora cat named Lucifer who just loves it." Smiling, 
she walked away, leaving him standing there, stunned. 

It was nice to know she was responsible for the success of the best player 
on each Chicago team. 


THE END
