Body Broker
by Paula Cash
(LLP-952)


CHAPTER ONE 

Two blocks from his home Henry Bridges found himself stopped by a beautiful 
blonde in the station wagon. The legend on the side of her big car read: 
"COL-MAY Real Estate-We Try Harder!" Apparently this was a shining example 
of it. 

Bridges felt odd for two reasons: One, everybody in Conniston, Ohio, bought 
real estate through the well-established Hammond Company. Col-May was an 
upstart. Worse, Tip Mayberry, the young blonde saleswoman in the station 
wagon was, well-fast-maybe even forward! Once she'd come to him on his lunch 
hour and suggested they go look at a house, making it sound like a sneaky 
date that his wife certainly wouldn't approve of. He'd almost gone! A couple 
of days later he came home to find his wife entertaining Tip's partner, 
young George Coleman, good-looking and smooth, actually sharing a bottle of 
wine he'd brought with Chloe, his wife. That irritated him-except he 
remembered the blonde hugging him that noon, and him patting Tip Mayberry's 
fanny. I mean, he thought, this wasn't the way you were supposed to sell 
real estate in Conniston, Ohio, or it hadn't been until Col-May opened up 
six months ago. But he pulled his car up. 

"Why don't we take a short ride?" Tip called with a smile. "Got something 
special for you." "I-really must get home." 

"So it's a half hour out of your life-to find the new home of your dreams." 

He laughed. She was so cheerful and so damned good-looking. He parked his 
car and got into the big station wagon. The station wagon zoomed off-not to 
some interesting house Tip had found but clear out of town! 

Since Conniston was only fifty thousand population, they reached an 
isolated, leafy, private road in about ten minutes, well on the outskirts. 

"Hey, I don't want to buy a farm!" Henry protested. 

"Henry, I just want to TALK to you," Tip replied. 

He could hold still for that. She was a dream in a silky summer dress, long, 
shapely legs sheathed in glistening nylon, a well-opened blouse showing 
twice as much cleavage as Chloe ever had, and the loveliest blonde face in 
Conniston. She and her partner, Coleman, were from California and people 
thought she was some show business doll who turned to real estate instead. 
The real estate team brought a touch of suntanned, breezy and open 
California to Conniston, not that Conniston was stuffy, because, my God, 
these days what with TV, every place knew about every place else. The kids 
of Conniston were just like the kids of LA. Still- "Look, Tip, it's a waste 
of time," Henry told her. "I told you before. Charles Hammond sold me my 
first house ten years ago. He sold my father a house. He sold my grandfather 
a house. Hammond's father sold my grandfather his first house." 

"Hammond's old and slow. He no longer gets the best deals." 

"Tip," said Henry archly, "Charles Hammond has been mayor of Conniston, and 
Sheriff, too. He's been on the City Council and a County Supervisor. He's an 
institution. You list with Hammond, you buy from him. Except the minorities, 
or a few that go to Wickersham who used to be a doctor." 

"Henry, did I ask you to ignore Charles Hammond? Go to him. Talk to him! But 
talk to Col-May, too. We've gotten better deals for a half dozen couples in 
the last few months. We try harder." 

He was aware of her perfume. He could even feel her body heat because she'd 
slid out from under the wheel so close their thighs touched. He felt tingles 
all up and down his backbone. She'd pulled well off the yellow dirt road, 
almost under the trees. 

They were almost buried in foliage. It was a lazy, late summer day, with the 
afternoon sun dappling through the leaves, a sweet breeze blowing and thick 
bushes nodding with flowers. 

It astonished Henry to realize it-but he felt that something was going to 
happen. Something that involved sex. It just about drove him into the wide, 
blue sky, because at thirty-five Henry had never chased women. Like many 
small town serious men, ten years married, he left that up to the wild ones. 

You could be wild in Conniston. It didn't get you anywhere. You lived in 
Conniston to enjoy family security, the children, church, the community 
clubs. But a man looked, of course, and thought fantasies as he drove to 
work and saw the sweet-assed young teeners heading for high school. 

Well, Tip Mayberry was no teener-she was riper, better-looking, maybe 
twenty-eight with a honey skin and sensual, well-shaped lips, with fine even 
teeth, a dimpled smile. Henry felt his breathing go deeper. 

"Chloe wouldn't like our going to Col-May," Henry said. 

"Chloe told George she wished you'd talk to us at Col-May," Tip countered. 
"Women are more practical, Henry, at least about homes. They know better 
than the men that Hammond buffaloes everybody with his reputation and 
doesn't get good deals." 

"That's another thing!" Henry pulled back an inch. "I don't want George 
Coleman coming to the house, talking to Chloe alone!" 

"Henry, Henry," laughed Tip, "we couldn't last in business two weeks if 
George really romanced buyers' wives, you know that. Women require 
attention, George knows that. He'd sooner cut off his arm than TOUCH 
somebody's wife." 

She put her hand on Henry's thigh and ran it up and down, sending hot 
tingles up inside of him. 

"It's a double standard world, Henry. Men and women do things-differently!" 

He knew it was there. It blew his mind. Sure, he'd fantasies, at church, at 
parties, about other guy's wives. All of a sudden he's out on this country 
road, all alone with this luscious blonde that he hadn't even met two weeks 
ago-and he knew it was THERE! 

His throbbing prick began to tighten. "HAH!" he said, trembling a little. 
Jeez, all of a sudden he knew he could get it and Chloe would never find 
out. Wow! A soft hand stroked between his legs, right on his cock, helping 
it to rise. 

"Nee-nowww, Tip," he protested, Along with the rush of that bold 
cock-fondling, he felt a sense of fear. It was happening sooo fast! 

There was an electric moment as she leaned against his shoulder, smiling up 
into his face with her beautiful one, lips parted so he saw their sensual 
curves and the honey gleam of her saliva. Her breasts pressed against his 
arm. Her warm hand dug into his cock, thrilling him, bringing him right up 
to hard-on. He hung there in awe, fiercely excited, yet a little put down 
that she made the advances. 

She sensed his inner chaos. She pulled back suddenly. 

"Hey, you want to see something real cute, Henry?" 

She pushed a button on the dashboard. The car windows purred upwards-and 
they were opaque-milk-white. You couldn't see out-and you couldn't see in. 
She put the back windows down-and up again. They were blurred so nobody 
could see in. 

"It's a new thing-some kind of film-in case you want to turn your wagon into 
a roadside sleeper and want privacy," she said. "Isn't it super great?" 

They were as private and isolated as if they'd been in a motel room. Henry 
made a sound in his throat and went for her. He was awkward-he hadn't kissed 
any strange women lately. His teeth bounced off of hers on the first 
attempt. 

"S-s-sorry," he blushed. He felt like a high school fool. 

She merely shrugged with a smile. 

"Honey, with your hard rock in your pants and those great eyes, I'd take a 
lot worse punishment before giving you up." Then. "Wait!" 

She pushed some more buttons. The back of the seat folded-and in seconds the 
car seats and backs made into a terrific bed. 

"This is lovely," she said, kicking off her shoes and pulling herself back 
to stretch her luscious body out on the leather. 

It was invitation enough for Henry. He rolled over across Tip's body. Her 
gorgeous face was available to him ... her ripe lips, and his hand cupped 
that full, supple breast. He didn't miss on this kiss! He slipped his tongue 
between those soft, smooth lips, felt her heat, the soft give of her tongue, 
and her woman's submissive response to a hot, wet kiss. She pressed up to 
him eagerly, making a pleased sound in her throat as he reamed her rich 
mouth and tried to use his tongue as a prick and ram it down her throat. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped, between hot kisses, "you are one, luscious piece of 
girlhood." 

Tip felt dizzy. Henry Bridges really turned her on. He was a good-looking 
guy, with a body that he took care of. He was serious without being stuffy. 
He was friendly without being pushy. He was stable, capable of strong 
feelings. He was an ideal husband, a big brother-and he could be a wild 
lover. Lots of guys turned on to her body because she was so well endowed. A 
few turned her on and Henry was one of them. 

When George said the Bridges were first-class prospects and could be had, 
she was heartily willing to try. 

Now came that moment that always thrilled and tickled Tip-when the man, 
whoever her lover was, gently eased out those high-standing, perfectly 
curved breasts and began to worship her hard, excited naked nipples. 

Henry's wife didn't have such great ones. Henry was in heaven, groaning as 
he kissed and fondled her nude beauties, one after the other. His wet 
tongue, his nibbing teeth sent her right up to heaven. 

"Ah, Henry eat me. Lick my tits! I love it!" 

"Wow are you ever BUILT!" he crooned. 

She laughed happily, thoroughly sexed up now, with the flames from her loved 
breasts joining the creamy rushed from her cunt below. 

"All for you, lover!" 

Excited as she was, sexed up and feeling great, she didn't want Henry to 
fuck her, not yet. It was one of her things. Men saw her as seductive, 
sometimes wild. Well, she liked them to enjoy her nude body, kiss her all 
over, caress her and turn her on to a million volts of the deep sexuality 
she had. But when she first took on a new man she wanted to drink his cock 
that first time, not take his sperm in her baby maker. After that it was all 
right. 

She had trained herself to make just the right moves. Henry's approach was 
traditional-kisses, her breasts and finally he'd turn his attention to her 
belly, just the way it should be. 

As her breasts began to numb a little from his eating and hot palming, and 
his first shock of intense pleasure wore off, she moved down to his cock, 
opened his zipper and plunged his stiff blade into her mouth. 

Not one man in a hundred would stop her from performing expert fellatio. Not 
that she'd ever had near that many men, but it always transfixed them. 

"Ohmigod," Henry exclaimed. 

It was happening and his soul flowered in exquisite delight. He looked down 
on Tip's golden, gleaming head, saw her lips curled back, caught a flash of 
white teeth and saw his penis dig lustfully into that sexy mouth. Instantly 
he got the three thrills that made oral sex so fabulous. He felt the 
interior heat of her body. A penis, used to the outside air, was suddenly 
engulfed in mid-nineties temperature. He felt the rough velvet stroke of her 
tongue, and he felt the wetness of her mouth. 

Next came the suction and the gentle nibbling of the teeth on the excitable 
rim of the mushroom cock head. It felt utterly luscious. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, I'M SUCKED!" he cried in wonder. 

"MMMMMMMM," she went. 

Her hope was that Henry would not burst prematurely. She wasn't conceited. 
She just knew that for many men it was too much to have such a beautiful 
woman taking their cocks into her mouth. Henry throbbed with virile power, 
but he did not throw jism. 

"AHHHHHH," Henry, you're beautiful," she gasped. 

"Oh, yesss Baby, I-Baby, I-like this," he managed. 

She had him just right. He'd go for the cocksuck. As she ate his blade, she 
peeled off the top of her dress, exposing her creamy shoulders and her full, 
shapely arms. Henry took care of the rest of it, as she lay along him on her 
side with her cunt near his face. 

He worked down her pantyhose and panties and scooted her dress up. Then she 
took off everything up above and he took off everything down below. He could 
feast his eyes on Tip Mayberry's total nudity. With her, men wanted that 
always. She no longer opposed it. 

She kept her suction going. Naked, she could settle down to the deep 
sexuality of it. She rimmed the mushroom shaped head of his throbbing cock 
with her pink wet tongue, sensing his deep pleasure. She worked down his 
shaft, biting a little, licking a lot, giving him wet, greedy tongue. She 
rode between his balls and then gently sucked each one into her mouth. He 
quivered in pleasure. 

"You know HOW! Ohhh, that feels great." 

"You're driving me crazy too, Henry." 

He was. His hands smoothed along her soft, smooth flesh, sending tingles all 
over her. He played with her belly, her pubic hairs, twining his fingers 
into her blonde, fluffed curls. He fingered into her pink, wet cunt that was 
already flame-hot. She didn't know whether he meant to suck her or 
masturbate her-either was fine. He settled for jacking her off, using his 
fingers as a cock and that made her thrill to hot glory and suck him harder. 

Pricks always excited her; his was a beauty. It was full and powerful, 
stretched to a taut seven and a half inches, meaty with flesh, the skin 
paper-tight and gleaming over the blood-infused muscle. Copious preseminal 
fluid, crystal clear, seeped out of his dark, exciting hole. She dabbed it 
around the whole spade-shaped purple head of his dong, then licked the 
entire head before resuming her suck. 

She gave him good pressure now, bobbing her head, using enough of her bite 
to make his rich prick nerves zing and thrill to the delightful sensation. 
He bunted eagerly, fucking into her mouth. She felt the exciting flex of 
skin over muscle, aware that the action crazed his internal juice reservoir 
and made him itch to throw his male juices. 

"How you do it!" he cried. "Oh, lush-ee-ussss." 

"Yuh!" she went, letting go for a second. His two fingers, stroking up her 
silken, glossy cunt tunnel made her whole belly burn lusciously with desire 
to go to orgasm. He had a knuckle against her clit which slowly turned her 
into a bucking, hot bitch-woman. He knew how to master a cunt! 

He began to kiss her firm, supple belly as he fucked her wildly. 

"Go, you hot little devil. Eat my prick off." 

"It's mine. MINE!" she cried between sucks. 

It was plateau time. Tip had read enough about sex to know that the 
delicious pattern was always the same-first, the heady rush of first 
contact. Then came the plateau-the long, luscious minutes of rocking in 
splendor where everything felt good, then better, then incredibly best. 
Finally came the rush to orgasm, the almost unbelievable tightening and then 
bursting of the body's sexuality in a violent, exquisite sex death. 

The plateau was the key. A good lover could hold it long enough to bring any 
woman up to his speed and take her-if he knew enough to work her clit. Henry 
did. 

She could sense from Henry's cock throbs and bunts how far along he was. He 
rose equally with her, fucking faster into her mouth, his breath getting 
shorter, his throbs getting more powerful. Her cunt swelled, sweated hot 
oils and thickened at the same pace. 

It was glory time-when she no longer knew where she was or how much time had 
passed, a half hour, an hour, twenty hours. It was just the glorious rise in 
her belly from the probing, masturbating fingers, and her body was moist. 
She felt the awesome, inevitable, unbelievable moment of orgasmic delight 
come at her. She was an animal now, lost to all but the exquisite pleasure 
of her fucked belly. 

Quick! 

She laid a demand suck on Henry. For him this was the most magnificent part 
of being cocksucked. His cock was flowing and glowing along, ripe with 
pleasure that mounted, getting ready to spill the boiling contents of his 
guts. But his cock was lazy. It wanted to hang there. A smart woman knew how 
to suck him harder, almost to pain and then the utter madness of orgasm 
thrilled him. 

"AHHH, YESSS, SHOOTING!" he cried. 

He jerked, went still, gave a greasy, gone grunt. 

"UH." 

Spung! His hot cum boiled into her mouth, fresh and furious from balls and 
prostate and the other sources. He moaned in his ecstasy as the hot juice 
spewed into her mouth, with relief and peak good feeling. 

"OHHHHHH, AHHHHHH!" he crooned jerking it into her. 

She trembled and quivered in her own glazed good feeling. She almost had to 
corrupt her own orgasm to drink his. The thick semen coated her mouth and 
throat and she swilled it down eagerly, both from sex excitement and to 
serve him before losing her own sexuality. She barely made it and went dizzy 
with her own gut delight. 

"UNG-HUH!" she cried. 

Clip, clip, clip! Her taken cunt throbbed in rich fullness against his 
finger, submitting to him as the sucked cock had shot off its load to her 
pressure demands. She drank the last of his spurts, while she gave up deep, 
thrilling spasms of her womanhood to celebrate the success of the 
sex-locking. 

As soon as his last spurt stopped, she let go of his spent cock, knowing the 
extreme sensitivity of a cock head after bursting. It was still hard, red 
from the trip, and smooth looking in its saliva wetness. It looked sucked 
and happy, drained, she thought as she watched it, glowing in euphoria, she 
was sure, inches from her face. She had to jerk and move tenderly on his 
wounding fingers a few more times, indulging herself in the rich delights of 
her cunt being taken. At last she sighed and fell off his fingers to rest 
naked beside him. 

"Never thought I'd cheat on my wife-and on account of Mr. Hammond, too," he 
laughed, embarrassed. 

"Listen, Henry," she said, "all due respect to your local hero. He's no 
paragon. He's a show-off, always proving his power. He's been married three 
times, and each woman was younger, so I hear. His wife's off in Europe now 
alone, and who knows what she's up to-or what he's up to while she's gone. 
The one thing he isn't up to is-selling real estate." 

"This is selling real estate?" laughed Henry. 

She looked angry, then laughed. 

"In order to get a mule to work, you first have to get his attention," she 
said. "Only instead of hitting him between the eyes with a two-by-four, I 
merely pulled the plug between his legs." 

"Touche," laughed Henry . . . 

A few hours earlier Henry's wife, Chloe, took a bath, put perfume on 
strategic locations around her body and then dressed in a black slack suit 
that was a shade too fancy for early afternoon. She went into it naked, the 
first time she could remember since her dating days with Henry that she had 
not worn any underclothes when going out. 

She called her neighbor, the gossipy Mrs. Butter-worth, and told her she was 
on a secret expedition to find a house for sale that nobody knew about. Mrs. 
Butterworth knew that the Bridges were in the market for a bigger place now 
that there kids were growing up. 

"You won't find any house for sale in this town that Charles Hammond doesn't 
know about," laughed Mrs. Butterworth. 

"Well, I can try." It was an old joke around Conniston. 

"I hope you're not going to have anything to do with those terrible new 
people, the Maypole, or the Maycole Realtors," said Mrs. Butterworth. "I 
heard they gave the Winships a hundred dollar bill just to let them show 
houses." 

"Not at all," said Chloe. "That horrible young man, George, was here, 
begging us to let him show us houses. Henry threw him out." 

"I'm glad to hear that. I saw his car out front. I was worried. You ask me, 
Chloe, the town will be better off when those California freaks get run out 
of town. They'll fail if we stand behind Charles." 

"You can count on it, this town stands behind Charles Hammond," said Chloe 
with fervor in her voice, enough to satisfy Mrs. Butterworth. Then she drove 
off to meet George Coleman at the cute, tuckaway cottage on Fuller Street. 

She didn't go in right away. She sat there a few minutes reviewing her 
situation while she scanned the street to make sure it was safe. 

Chloe had chosen Henry to marry in High School and nailed him just after 
college. She had chosen the house she wanted to live in and had parried with 
Charles Hammond until they got it. She had wanted a boy and a girl, and the 
only hitch was they came instead-girl, boy. 

She loved Henry, her children and her home. She would love the new home they 
bought and life would go on along as she expected, even commanded, that it 
would. 

She was thirty-five and aware that she had a few grey hairs. Her body was 
still supple and brought those covert glances of men that all women were 
aware of. Years ago she had known that one certain day she would step out on 
Henry once-maybe twice, sometime after her thirtieth year. 

If you were really intelligent you knew that forty or fifty years of 
marriage to one man without a break was impossible. Monotony overcame 
monogamy. The secret was to be exceedingly careful, to enjoy without stint 
and to severely limit such adventures. George was to be the first ever after 
ten years of marriage. 

The first thing she saw that day he visited was not his face, but his cock. 
That lump, or curl, in his pants set her on fire like a dynamite cap going 
off in her stomach. She knew instantly that everything was right. She gave 
signals. George was the kind who could read signals. 

She slipped into the cottage-and found George sitting in an easy chair, 
smoking a cigarette and sipping on a highball. The people who owned the 
house had been suddenly transferred to Philadelphia, so they'd left 
everything as it was, planning to move out when the house was sold. 

George stood up. 

"Nice of you to come, Mrs. Bridges. Have a drink?" 

"George," she said. "It's two o'clock. The children will be home from school 
at three-thirty. I need to leave fifteen minutes before that. If it doesn't 
shock you I suggest we move at once to the bedroom." 

It shocked him; she had to grin. He thought that a Conniston married woman 
would take hours to seduce. So much for the fast-break Californian. 

In the bedroom she faced him and put her hands squarely on his cock. 

"I've been dreaming about that big snake ever since the other day," she said 
in a dreamy, excited voice. 

"Holy Hell!" said George. 

He hugged her, he quick-kissed her. He began to tear at her blouse. 

"Please, George, may I undress myself, if you don't mind. You have more to 
take off." 

She was a brunette, slim and. graceful. He watched in awe as she peeled back 
her suit and her nudity emerged. He had to swallow. She was just ripe enough 
to lift his prick straight up. Small breasts she had but they were meaty, 
round, with neat, incredibly hard nipples. He could see the fast pulse in 
her throat and her slight blush. She was cool on the outside, but a seething 
volcano on the inside. 

She didn't fight her own excitement. She knew he heard the whistle of her 
breath. When he saw her slightly rounded belly, her glossy pubic hairs, her 
cute pink slice of a cunt and her exquisite thighs he went rock hard. She 
was so hot she wet her inner thighs with ready juices. 

"Oh, doll, you are one FOX!" he cried. He tore some of his clothes getting 
out of them. She let him take her back on the bed. It was as if some 
interior director told her what was going to happen before it happened. It 
was probably his first real success with a married woman in Conniston, 
despite all the rumors. She caught only a glimpse of the huge rod as he 
threw her legs open and came at her. 

"GOD, I WANT YOU!" 

His eyes looked insane. His beautiful young body was ridged with muscle, he 
was hardly more than twenty-eight. She felt his rod all right. It was lots 
bigger than Henry's. Luckily her cunt was ripe and juicy. Even so she cried 
out when he violated her. 

"HO! AH, AH!" 

She had never felt such a big prick in her life as it cruelly pressed back 
her vaginal walls, rode deliciously onto her clit and stayed there to saw 
and rock while furious thrills flashed through her belly. The young man was 
so crazy for it, he just flayed into her as if she were a vital enemy. But 
that first friction was fabulous. 

"Never-dreamed-such a big cock-in the world-ohhhh, go easeeee," she begged. 

He held her tight and reamed her. His hard belly slapped hers, and he 
grunted, rolled his eyes and cried out in semi-hysteria. 

"Fucking your tits off-what a tight cunt- jeez-creamy-oh, you're so NAKED, 
sexy-hot, hot, tight cunt-going-out-out of my head!" 

She felt him rise right up, hold a second, glaring down at her and then 
burst with furious back pressure, his rich jism boiling in her cunt. She was 
enormously stirred, but it was much too quick. Just as she expected. 

"HOT-DAMN!" he cried and rinsed off his seed proudly with virile gush after 
gush. She let him use her till he was done. Then he collapsed on her belly. 

"Oh, Mrs. Bridges-so sorry. Damn- I got too excited. I wanted you so bad-so 
fast." 

She cuddled him, stroking his naked back, savoring the feel of his different 
nudity from Henry's. That was sexy to feel the strangeness of the naked 
parts, to feel the searing heat of a strange man's jism simmering in her hot 
cunt. 

"Well, now, George, I expected that. You had to burn off that first sex. We 
won't count that. Now we can relax and enjoy each other." 

It was the first time in George's life that his wildness and fast 
ejaculation hadn't got him into trouble from a complaining female. 

"You-aren't mad?" 

"Of course not. You compliment me by being so passionate. Now we can work to 
the next one and take our time." 

He'd pulled out of her. She bent down to his prick, took it in her mouth and 
began to suck away his gobs of spent cum. He stared in astonishment. He'd 
just drop a load that had felt terrific-right in her belly. But the sight 
and feel of this sweet little fox gracefully sucking up his spent seed made 
him shiver with new sexuality. What a doll! 

"Wow," he breathed. "Wow." 

"Your prick," she said, "is the most fascinating pecker I've ever touched." 

"Better than your husband's?" 

Careful now. 

"I've seen Henry's lots of times," she said easily. 

She loved the feel of the big cock, even as it softened. She loved the feel 
of the silky sperm in her mouth, sliding down her throat. She felt alive 
from the important life-smell of it. She was thrilled to the bone. The real 
fun had just begun. 

"You're-something else," said George in awe. 

"I am only," she said, "a woman who's going to buy a house from you if you 
don't make any mistakes." 

"Hey, now," he breathed. "Hey. You're the first kind face and voice I've 
heard in this rat hole burg. Tip and I have beat our brains out but Charles 
Hammond has it all. People won't list with us. People won't buy from us." 

She laughed. "Please, George, don't con me. You've sold eight houses in six 
months. Hammond's sold two. You've got the old man on the ropes with all 
that fake boyishness, earnestness, and a touch of sexiness." 

"Sure Tip and I flirt. Believe it or not, this is the first time I've gone 
all the way." 

"I believe it." 

She bit into the skin of his thighs. She licked up his thighs, his belly, 
his chest, her pink tongue busy, her hot breath making him feel sex chills. 
They kissed. He felt her volcano heat. He was relaxed enough now to go after 
those sexy little soldiers that stood atop her neat little breast mountains. 
The effect startled him. 

"OHHHHHH, AHHHHHH. I'm so hot. Oh, lover, you're killing meeeee. SOOO GOOD!" 
she whined. 

He couldn't believed it. Never before had he run into a truly breast 
sensitive woman. The rushes of sexuality down her body, after all the 
anticipation plus that hot, quick fuck had lifted her to wild heights. 

"EAT ME. God in heaven, EAT ME!" she begged. 

Excited at his power over her supple, whipping body he gobbled her tits, and 
plunged his hand to her hot, swollen cunt. It was payday. Chloe practically 
went berserk at his ministrations. She grabbed his huge cock, bucked on his 
frigging fingers and gave up her tits in glory, writhing like a snake at his 
actions. "AHHHHH, OHHHHH, Oh, don't. No, do it, do it to meeee. I have to 
die. Gee-Ge-George-I HAVE TO DIIIII-EEEEEE!" she went. Her whole body was 
enveloped in flames of sexuality. Henry had long ago gotten bored in eating 
her breasts to orgasm. The new man laid to with a will. 

"HAH-oh, yesssssssssssssssss, HAH-you've FUUUUUUCKED me!" she shouted. "UH, 
uh, uh, uh." 

She thrust her loins up, clipping on his fingers, wild, fast throbs that 
astounded him. It had been years since she had such an orgasm. Her body 
sweated, her eyes rolled, her muscles tensed and flexed as she came, over 
and over. 

At last she fell back panting and lay still. George crawled over on the top 
of her moist, quivering body and kissed her softly. 

"In about a half hour, babe, we're going to have the wildest fuck this town 
ever saw," he whispered, "if the first ten minutes mean anything." 

He was right-at least as far as she was concerned. It wasn't wild-but rich, 
sensual, deep and slow, that incredible big prick reaming her in 
long-lasting steady drilling, while he licked her tits until she made him 
stop for fear of cumming too soon. He was controlled now, too, and they both 
fucked with deliberate, savoring speed, taking plenty of time to kiss, 
nibble, bite, and hug so that they passed slowly from the sexy, on-going 
middle feeling of the fuck right up to the edge of the crazing moment. They 
came together, almost in silence giving soft, low moans of incredible 
pleasure as he seeded for the second time and she went half out of her mind 
in submitting and paying up all of her sex treasure in her first-ever 
adultery. 

She was home in plenty of time to greet the kids when they returned from 
school. She glowed all over; she was utterly exhausted. Henry, luckily, came 
home late so she had extra time to prepare dinner. He also seemed subdued. 

After the kids went to bed, Henry said: "Chloe, I've been thinking. Several 
people around town have gotten better real estate deals from this Col-May 
outfit. Hammond's everybody's choice, but I'm not so sure-I wonder if we'd 
be wise-" She said: "They're crass, crude, loud and wild with their 
advertising. They'll never fit into Conniston. Still, four of Charles' 
salesmen have quit Hammond and joined them. So maybe-" "We've got to think 
of our own good!" said Henry, slapping the table. "Money's money." 

"The family comes first," she agreed. "We'll try them ..." 

Later in bed, reliving those incredible moments with his cock in Tip 
Mayberry's mouth, spurting off, Henry said: "I'm skipping the sex tonight, 
Chloe. Think I've got a bug coming on." 

She vividly remembered again that big, cruel prick unsealing and deliciously 
punishing her cunt walls. 

"Just as well, dear. I have a slight headache," she murmured contentedly. 

Drifting off to sleep, Henry was pleased. It wouldn't be honest to shove it 
into his wife when another woman had drained it that day. 

Floating into dreamland, Chloe felt pleased. It would somehow be 
sacrilegious to take Henry's cock inside her body on a day when another had 
used his space . . . 

Working late at the office, George asked Tip: "Did you get a picture of 
yours?" 

"Yes, but it was tough. I had to trip the camera with my toe." 

George laughed. "I got mine too. A beautiful nude. She didn't suspect. That 
Chloe Bridges is really built ..." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

They had finished off Charles Hammond in a little over six months. They had 
hustled, they had used every device to get buyers to list, to get sellers to 
come to their office, money, little premiums like waffle irons and posters, 
constant calls to the point of irritation, and, yes, even lies. A stretched 
truth was harmless because people really wanted to be talked into buying a 
house, but held back out of the natural fear of taking on such a heavy 
obligation. 

They told buyers they could get more for their houses than they could, so 
that they obtained listings. Charles Hammond always told buyers less to make 
himself look good, so that was another way of lying. Col-May took offers 
from sellers that they knew were preposterous because once a deal heated up 
and the customer got a yen for a house they dug deeper for the money-if you 
didn't trap them into getting a taste for it, nothing happened. 

In the process they also acquired most of Hammond's sales staff who had 
wanted to use these standard techniques for years. Finally Hammond was 
driven to his knees. 

"You want ME to see him-alone?" squeaked Tip when George told her Charles 
wanted a private interview. 

"Absolutely. It's to our advantage. We'll work him like a customer. You can 
listen to his offers and promise him anything to set him up. Then later I 
come along and kill this and kill that and work the deal back down to 
reality." 

"He's too smart to fall for that." 

"Don't kid yourself, Tip. Salesmen are the most naive people in the world 
when they want something badly and somebody else is doing the selling." 

Nevertheless, Tip felt proud that George let her handle the first interview 
with Hammond. She and George had originally teamed up in Salt Lake City, 
when she had to leave California in a hurry. George taught her about real 
estate in the school of hard experience, right up against the customers. She 
got her post graduate training with him in Kansas City, as they worked East. 
Once again they had to work for another company. 

"When we hit Ohio we won't bother with bosses," said George. "We're ready 
now. Once we get our licenses, we'll find a good small town and open up on 
our own." Conniston had been an inspiration; it was overdue for a young, 
hustling real estate firm. 

Tip decided to schmaltz it up a little. If Charles had a habit of 
appreciating, and marrying, young, attractive women-it suggested she could 
get an edge by playing it sexy. She wore her white satin slack suit that 
even made George open his eyes and whistle. But he grinned. 

"Way to go, Tip. Keep him dazed and dazzled." 

"I'm selling the glitter, not the girl," she laughed, embarrassed at his 
appreciation. Strangely enough he and she had never had sex. It was as if 
something valuable in their partnership would be lost if they ever got 
personal. In fact, Tip had indulged in a lot less sex than the gossips gave 
her credit for. Her flirting helped ease the high tension of the heavy 
commitment selling in real estate. 

Charles Hammond had done all right for himself, living in a big house on a 
hill overlooking the town which was practically a mansion. She'd seen him 
from the distance; never close up. 

The house and the man. The house inspired nothing but awe in Tip. It was 
glistening white with huge lawns, gardens and lazy sprinklers throwing rings 
of water in every direction. There was both a Cadillac and a Lincoln in the 
garage in the back. The whole downstairs reminded her of a museum with large 
rooms filled with tapestries, busts, a piano in the separate music room, 
huge pictures on the walls and groups of fantastically expensive-looking 
furniture. 

It wasn't the wealth that attracted her. It was the sense of stability and 
continuity that impressed. Charles had been born here and lived his life, 
and his father before him and the grandfather before that. She'd never been 
in a place that suggested such dynastic power. 

Charles Hammond was a grey-haired handsome man in his fifties, his figure 
somewhat on the burly side. His face was square, his nose rather prominent 
and his eyes almost hypnotically compelling. He carried himself well as a 
man accustomed to being obeyed. 

Two servants served an impeccable dinner just for she and Charles on a 
terrace overlooking the sparkling fountain on the lawn, the only such 
fountain in the whole country. Tip enjoyed every minute of it, fantasizing 
being the mistress here, pretending that she was the third generation 
daughter of a wealthy landholder. Hammond sensed her interest in his family, 
so he spoke about his father and grandfather and the other family members, 
but he didn't give her much about himself. 

Maybe there wasn't much for him to say. He lived alone here now with his 
third wife-except that she was an Englishwoman, spending the summer with her 
family overseas. Charles had had no children. 

"Couldn't stay married to one woman long enough," he smiled in explaining 
that. 

He had an eye for Tip; there was no doubt about that. The soft folds of 
satin against her supple young body would've held the rapt attention of any 
man in Conniston. 

After dinner, with a fatherly hand over her satin shoulder he led her into 
the big living room and sat with her-rather closely she thought-on one of 
the big sofas. 

"Well, you youngsters have really given me a bad time," he laughed, pinching 
her thigh. She winced but didn't draw back. She wanted to see how far he'd 
go-and what road he took. 

He explained that he liked to see young people get ahead, show some 
initiative. He'd once been like that-these days he'd seen it all and done it 
all. He'd built the family fortune high-he could retire and not worry about 
a thing. 

"Better still, we could merge our outfits," he said. This time his hand went 
to her thigh and stayed there. Amused, she made no attempt to shake off the 
heavy, warm hand. 

He told her he might get kicks out of helping a new, young outfit take over. 
With some changes. 

"What changes - Mr. Hammond?" 

"Call me, Charles . . . Well, the most important is-you don't need George 
Coleman. He's much too wild, much too brash for this town. Sooner or later 
that one will break his pick." 

"You just want me alone!" she asked, making her eyes wide and innocent. 

"You've got it all, Tip. A smooth style, brains, looks. You really don't 
need any partner. Just an older man running interference with the town 
fathers and so on." 

She remembered George's admonition, promise Charles anything to see where 
he'd go. 

"It's a thought," she nodded soberly, sipping her brandy. 

He took her glass away from her, set it down-and kissed her. The kiss was 
almost polite, formal. What amazed her was his speed and slickness in 
getting from the dinner to the first pass. Some instinct told her the 
servants had all vanished from the house. 

"Oh, Mr.-Charles, I didn't come here for that!" she protested. No reason to 
make it easy for him. 

He burst out then. 

"Tip, you know what I REALLY care about? It's a wife-a suitable mother for 
the children I haven't had. Penelope just won't do-she's my third mistake. 
When she comes back in a few weeks from Europe-we're headed for divorce. 
I've got to have a wife-children-to leave all this to. Someone bright, that 
can stand on her own two feet, to carry on the family name and traditions. 
She has to be young and good-looking. Why shouldn't I have the best?" 

He said that's why he'd let his business go-to see how well Tip and her 
partner could do. 

"You've convinced me, Tip. I want-YOU!" 

It completely stunned her. All evening she'd relished the romanticism of the 
big house, the security, the prestige. All of a sudden he was talking 
about-an incredible partnership. Oh, it couldn't be! 

He caught her up again in his arms but this time his kiss was feral, animal, 
hot, demanding. She felt the tiger fierceness in his big body, his deep 
sexual hunger. It was as if his hot, pressing body was an extension of the 
big house, the wealthy, the prestige-all the things she'd ever hungered for. 
Her cunt went wet, her nipples swelled, she began to gasp as his tongue dug 
into her mouth. He took her hand, guided it between his legs so that she 
stroked his enormous pecker. This man was TURNED ON! 

The next few minutes were like a dream. She felt herself floating. Somehow 
they were kissing passionately while he stroked her young body in the sexy 
satin, after which they seemed to waft upstairs to one of the biggest 
bedrooms she'd ever been in, in her life. She stood naked in front of a full 
length mirror while he placed around her neck a three-deck diamond necklace 
that glittered like fire. He put a bracelet of blood-red rubies around her 
wrist, and slipped a ring on her finger, a deep blue sapphire. 

The jewelry on her body was breathtaking-she looked like some primitive 
jungle queen, yet it was her flesh his hot eyes burned for as he caressed 
her, murmuring. 

"Tip, Tip-you have such a great future-if you only listen to me!" 

She found herself on the bed, he was naked beside her. His body wasn't bad 
at all. His prick was so congested with blood it was purple-red, a veritable 
dagger of sexuality, stretched to the utmost limit in its hunger for her 
soft guts. 

Fascinated, she spread her legs, saw him loom up, big, alive, hungry, over 
her body. His cock disappeared under her pelvic shelf. She was wet, moaning 
a little herself in anticipation. His prick violated her, driven home into 
her cunt with a slithering, powerful bunt that made her senses reel . . . 

"Ohhh, CHARLES. OHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, YESSSSSS!" 

"Girl, girl, you are soooo damned fuckable!" he gasped. "Oh, I've wanted 
you!" 

He didn't begin to ream her right away. He folded over on her body, savoring 
the richness of her nude, gleaming skin, digging his hands into the full 
flesh of her majestic breasts, teasing her hot nipples, thrilling her above 
as that congested prick did below. 

Still he descended, belly to belly, kissing her now with a wet, wanton 
tongue that wanted to drill all the way down her throat. He was drunk on her 
flesh. This was a man that, despite his age, really cared for the female 
body, especially one as lovely as hers. 

It wasn't his passion. She'd had hot lovers before, since her exquisite 
blonde looks turned men on like fury. It was what happened to her to be in 
this house, on this bed with all that fabulous jewelry on her body as she 
caught a glimpse of what seemed like a veritable heaven on earth to her. 

It all translated into a white hot sexuality that made her suck on his 
tongue greedily, give up her honey saliva to his demand, use her full 
breasts against his chest and fuck hotly along that swollen blade that he'd 
laid deep into her vagina. "Ahh, Charles, sooo hot." 

"You princess!" he gasped. "Fuck it!!! Fuuuuck!!" 

She felt that she could take his warm, quivering body into her and merge his 
flesh into her being and take along with it all the things she'd dreamed of. 
He fucked her wildly now, as if he could craze his shaft with such delicious 
friction that his spurting seed would burn a hole right through the wall of 
her womb and give her the baby he wanted so much, the son, the life to carry 
on his line. 

For the first time in her life she felt fabulous, a real earth mother who 
had unbelievable power in her female sex equipment to be of highest worth in 
a world that gave few rewards. That power came from the sweet, hot thrills 
of animal sex! 

She fucked him like a mad woman, her juices flowing as they'd never flowed 
before, her rich cunt tight on his blade and yet producing a continuous flow 
of body-hot oils to stimulate them both and give her the feeling that his 
slippery cock could friction her to the wildest glory. 

They both felt her copious juices spread to their thighs and bellies. 

"Tip, you're the fertile, bitch-hot little animal I've looked for all my 
life. Oh, oh, oh." 

His cock rode in and out of her hot cunt as furiously as she impaled herself 
on him and rode him for her own exquisite delight. Her saliva flowed as he 
kissed her until both their lips smeared with love juices. Her belly, her 
body sweated on his, his on hers, until the good feel of the sliding middles 
was as if they were drenched in oil. 

"OHHHHH, AHHHHHH, you're fucking meeee," she quivered, getting more and more 
dizzy. 

"Easy to-make this-best I ever had-in my life!" 

he cried passionately. 

Tip felt the thrills mount and mount, yet some strange new sensation began 
to develop inside of her. She felt the hot drive to orgasm begin to settle 
on her body from her toes, up her legs, through that delicious, fucked belly 
region where the hot cock worked, up to her swollen, happy breasts that were 
a gorgeous, sensitive playground of continuous sex thrills- Yet as her body 
rose to the ultimate woman's payoff and submission, her mind became diamond 
clear. The sex was indeed glorious! The rest was fake. Why would this 
wealthy, passionate man who could get a hundred women in Ohio as attractive 
as her say such outrageous things to her? Tell her, a stranger, intimate 
details about his wife. Suggest that she, his enemy who'd cost him thousands 
of dollars in commissions, might be the future Mrs. Hammond and bear his 
children? One reason-it was a clever way to get into the panties of a 
romantic, foolish girl, to get into her cunt and lay his steaming hot jism 
against her womb while he enjoyed the woman straining to service him with 
every ounce of her female being. 

But the sex was sooo fucking good. 

It was delicious because they dueled. She had to answer his con with her own 
con. 

"Charles-oh, oh, oh-this-sooo great. For a long time-afraid of George-he too 
wild-unstable." 

That sexy blade drove even faster into her. Now Hammond was even more 
delighted in thinking that he'd completely taken her. It excited him more 
than feeling her submit in a passive fashion. He thought he was fucking 
George's cock out of her life and bringing his own in, to string her along 
and use her, maybe for months, at the office and in bed before he discarded 
her for the next one, to continue his game. 

"Ahhh, Tip, Tip-you look so great-ah, ah,-in this house. It fits 
you-perfectly-" "Don't care about your money-your power, Charles-just 
YOUUUUUU," she wailed as she felt her cunt and her belly rising to the 
sublime moment. 

He sensed his victory. He just took over her body and drove her to the wall. 
His hot mouth sealed hers off as he jabbed his tongue into her mouth and 
boldly sucked up all her sweet, young saliva. His hands rode on her breasts, 
working her nipples, forcing and crazing her. His cock flailed with 
incredible speed in her cunt, glazing her right up to glory. 

"AHHH-CHARLES-I "M FUUUUUUCKED!"she shrieked. 

At that moment she became all his physically as her nerves locked her 
muscles in furious rapture and she went sizzling off into space, moaning in 
animal splendor as she twisted up under him and paid off. 

Her cunt gripped on his cock in hot girl spasms, giving him the sublime 
feeling of owning her every body cell. She grunted, surged, sweated and 
moaned, succumbing to his power both physical and mental slavery. 

"UH, UH, UH. OH, OH, OH, Charles," she cried, and let go of everything 
giving him the complete triumph of fucking her and feeling her body burn out 
its lust against his still-rocking prick. Then she faded, glowing, passive, 
helpless as his cock thrust into her wet, taken cunt. 

Safely finished with reducing her to a shambles, Charles let the pure 
ecstasy of conquering and using a woman sweep up his body. He felt the 
exquisite rapture of his orgasm close on his belly like a giant fist that 
first squeezed everything tight in a sweating paralysis, rich with good 
feeling, and then shot out his spurts into the compliant woman's guts. 

What an incredible thrill, seeding the gorgeous, fucked young woman in his 
bed. 

"YOU-WON ME!" he cried in thrilled delight, hugging her, spending it off 
with furious shot after shot of spuming semen. The relief was unbelievable, 
as well as the cream good feeling of getting off his load up this very 
special cunt tunnel that he'd hotly desired when he saw her from the 
distance and hated for the damage she'd done his company. It was as if those 
silver darts of male joy were actually bullets that burned up into her belly 
and destroyed her, not now, but later. 

"Ah, Tip, so gor-jee-us. Oh, I love you!" he cried. 

They lay there exhausted for a long time, wallowing in the hot fuck juices 
and their sweat. They had grappled, they had released fierce passion, they 
had both died exquisite, sexy orgasm deaths and they relished the truce of 
the euphoria. Slowly, slowly breathing returned to normal, nerves and 
muscles relaxed, and they parted, still glowing but separate again. 

After she was dressed she faced him, smiling. 

"Thank you. The dinner was great and the sex superb." 

He was almost greasy in his fake charm "Oh, Tip, my darling child, it's only 
the beginning. You'll have many, many more fine evenings here and one 
day-your children's feet may patter down these halls!" 

"Come on, Charles. Cut the crap. You don't want to marry me-" "Tip-" She 
tossed the necklace of diamonds on the bed. 

"You don't want to take me into your company-" She tossed the bracelet after 
the necklace. 

"You want to throw dust in my eyes and shove your dong up my groove as long 
as you can hold me with fancy lies. Also make trouble between George and I, 
slow us down." 

"TIP, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" 

It was comic to watch the old man's face. He was so sure he'd taken her into 
camp all the way. She tossed the ring on the bed. 

"I came here to talk about a possible merger, Charles. Now that I really 
know you, it's impossible. You're a dangerous, lying con man that would cut 
the hearts out of George and I in months. You'd kill us. Goodnight, 
Charles." 

She went down the stairs, chuckling. He stood there so angry and shocked 
that his face was both red and white. 

"But, Charles," she called back. "The sex was great. You're a real stud!" 

He caught up with her just as she was about to drive her car out of the big 
driveway, not without some sadness. 

"Wait a minute, Tip." 

His face was different now. It was closed and mean. She idled her engine 
looking up at him, distant and polite. 

"Now I'll tell you how it really is, doll," he said. "You're wanted in 
California on an open felony warrant for dealing in dope and attempted 
murder. When they nail you, you're good for up to twenty years in prison, my 
dear girl." 

Her face went ashen. She felt the bottom drop out of her world. It had been 
so long-they were so far from California-she'd had so much fun that the 
other, black, ugly thing had receded to a bad dream. Now it fell on her like 
an anvil plunging from the sky. 

"OH, MY GOD!" 

Not even George knew the desperate terrible mess she'd been in, although he 
suspected that she had some secret. 

"I was the Sheriff of the county, Tip. I know all the police, all the 
judges. I could have you on a plane back to California inside of twenty four 
hours, babe. Why, listen, the minute you and that scurvy George started to 
operate, I spent a mint of private detectives finding out who you were. 
There's going to be a merger, Tip. Drive home and think about that. You work 
with me, or you go back to California and prison. Those are your choices." 

"I-I-I-wasn't responsible. I was in love-did dumb things-" "Just the same 
you're hooked. Oh, you can run-but I've set it up with the bank, the minute 
you make a withdrawal of big money from your account, I know it, and I jump 
on you. So make your run-with a hundred bucks to your name. Three choices, 
Tip. Come with me-go to prison-or run like a rat. You choose." 

He marched back into the house and she sat there, unaware that her engine 
was running, tears streaming down her face, smashed, desolate, ruined . . . 

George Coleman sat at one end of the bar on a stool and stared at the 
redhead at the other end. She made quite a show, wearing a hot red dress and 
displaying as good a figure as any he'd seen in Ohio, save Tip Merryman. 
What really caught his attention was her interest in him. He'd never seen 
her before but she obviously was interested in him. 

George should've moved in an hour ago. Yet he delayed, still bothered by the 
problem that had brought him to this small bar on the outskirts of Conniston 
to drink and think. 

Something was wrong with Tip. Something happened the other night when she'd 
gone to interview Charles Hammond. She'd been in shock ever since that, nor 
would she tell him what it was. Her work, her interest in Col-May Real 
Estate had gone to hell. She stared out of the window; she got in her car 
and drove around town aimlessly. Each time he approached her, she refused to 
talk. It was so bad he knew he'd have to take some desperate action. Tonight 
he'd come to the SHADY LANE bar to figure out what to do. It was his 
favorite place when he had a big problem to ponder. Rick, the bartender, 
understood, served him drinks and left him alone. 

The redhead in the red dress corrupted his thinking. What normal young male 
could resist such a set-up, a young, pretty doll who had sexy green eyes for 
him, who wore a sexy outfit and had a fantastic face and body? 

Other guys came in, tried to make it with her. She turned them all down, 
drove them away with an icy English accent that was cute. Her eyes kept 
coming back to him. He groaned inwardly and tried to stick with his 
problem-what to do about Tip? 

Rick, the bartender came up. 

"You really lucked in, George. She's interested. I wouldn't have thought it 
of Mrs. Hammond." 

It didn't penetrate for a minute. Then it did. 

"Mrs. Hammond," said George. "You mean MRS. HAMMOND! You can't mean-" "Yep. 
The wife of your real estate competitor. The old gal herself." 

"Old gal-but she's-she's-" George was astounded. 

"Charles likes 'em young. But she has power in Conniston just like an old 
gal." 

"But-but-Charles Hammond's wife's in Europe." 

Rick looked around the bar. "Well, this doesn't seem like Europe to me, but 
that's Charles Hammond's wife, for sure." 

George lost all interest in the problem with Tip. The wife of his rival! 
Giving him the eye! Right here in Conniston! 

He picked up his drink and tried not to rush down the bar . . . 

"I heard you were in Europe, Mrs. Hammond." 

"I was. London's only twelve hours away. Charles doesn't know I'm back-I've 
been staying in Lockwood." 

The accent was for real. Her smile was warm. She had a round face and a 
button nose and she reeked of sexuality. 

Heart beating fast, George said: "Now why would you come back on the quiet 
and not let Charles know?" 

She shot straight from the shoulder. 

"To see if I could catch my husband playing around. I plan to hire a private 
detective. We're getting a divorce, and I want plenty of evidence, because 
my dear husband, whom I've grown to hate, plays rough." 

"AHHHHHH. OHHHHHHHH!" 

"My interest in you, my dear Coleman is special. My friends have told me 
what a bad time your real estate company's giving him. I like that. Maybe 
you can give me some ideas. Or I can give you some." 

Talk about a break! George felt a rush of delight. He settled on the stool 
beside her, filled with ideas. His thigh touched the warm, shapely thigh in 
the red dress and she did not move. In fact, if anything she pressed her leg 
to his. 

George thought the top of his head would come off. Ohmigod, what if he could 
inveigle Charles Hammond's young, bitter wife to his place and screw her. It 
took him an hour to talk her into going to his place, but George was a 
crafty determined salesman once he got interested. She finally consented to 
go with him. There was a delighted gleam in her eye; she knew as well as 
George the pleasure to be had in cuckolding her hated husband-with his 
virile young real estate rival! 

George's apartment, in which he lived alone, was practically in the center 
of Conniston, convenient to the storefront office of Col-May. Tip lived 
alone in her own place out on the edge of town. That made it convenient for 
the private life of both partners. 

It was after ten when George took Penelope Hammond into his place. It was 
his experience that however willing the female it was still necessary to 
press and overcome resistance. Despite Women's Lib most women would not drag 
a guy into the sack. 

His arms swept around her as soon as they were alone. He nibbled the smooth 
skin at the base of her neck as he hugged her. That was a sensitive love 
spot for most-she was no exception. Her supple body shivered. 

"Oh, now, George. I thought we came here to discuss what we know about my 
cold, conniving husband. 

"We will, Penny. I'm really nuts about you. SOOOO lovely!" 

His hands slid down the soft material of that tightly fit red dress, 
caressing her curves, her firm body. They ended up over the shelf of her 
buttocks and digging in gloriously to the meat of her taut flesh. No signal 
said 'sex' stronger than hands digging into hams, girl belly forced against 
male belly, where she could feel a rising cock. She felt his all right! 

"I don't know if I'm ready for this!" she cried, twisting. 

George felt the majestic rush of his sexuality as he had with Mrs. Bridges, 
as he did when he was sure of any nubile female. 

"YOU ARE READY!" his voice went thick with sex rheum. 

He walked her into the bedroom, she protesting and blushing. When he got her 
there he went right for her crotch. Once George was turned on he saw no 
reason to hesitate. As his hand slid over her pelvic shelf and dug into her 
cunt through the dress material she gave a moan and then jerked free. 

"NO!" 

She ran back into the living room just as the telephone was ringing. She 
grabbed it off the hook as she went by. Her dress hampered her movements; 
George was close behind. He jerked the receiver away from her. 

"George!" she cried. 

"You sexy fox, quit running," he said. He hung up the phone; he was taking 
no calls from anxious home-seekers tonight! He caught her and ran her back 
into the bedroom. Down she went, face down on the bed, while he broke her 
zipper and peeled it down, unhooking her bra at the same time. 

Now all he had to do was get the dress and her panties off the ripe, full 
hips and he had her made. Yet for the first time in his long career of 
pressing women to the point of rape, he hesitated. 

Penny Hammond was a super prize. She could help him tremendously in his war 
with Charlie Hammond. Was it wise to be so rough? 

 CHAPTER THREE 

In for a dime, in for a dollar. He stripped her dress and her panties down. 
She helped inadvertently by squirming, denuding herself to get free of his 
body weight. 

She whirled on her haunches, long red hair flying in a cloud about her 
pretty face, small teeth bared in a rictus. Naked, crouching, she might well 
have been a nubile cave girl trapped by a horny caveman in some primitive 
setting. 

"If you want it, you'll have to fight for it," she growled at him. 

George almost died of happiness. He'd only met a few women with spirit who 
saw sex as a contest. She was not stunned, or shocked or reduced to tears by 
his roughness. She loved it. 

There she crouched, her big breasts naked, hard-tipped, smooth arms ready to 
claw at him, pretty, even teeth ready to become a ripping weapon. 

"I can take you, woman!" he said, hard as a rock. 

"You can try!" 

He undressed, pinning her on the bed. Twice, watching his eyes, she tried to 
duck past him. Both times he drove her back where she was crouched, blushing 
from exertion, panting, wide-eyed and high in her own excitement. 

Then he was naked, his huge cock jutting out from his belly like a wounding 
dagger. He went for her on the bed. Their bodies inter-locked, smooth flesh 
twisting, pressing, sliding against nude flesh as they wrestled. It was 
fantastic to feel her hot femininity, naked and moist, digging against his 
body. Talk about a wild love-match! No wonder the old man couldn't keep up 
with this sexy tigress. 

It wasn't easy to subdue her. Evidently she took conditioning exercises. 
That made it the more exciting for George who usually had to restrain 
himself with most females. 

He finally got her stretched out, holding her down with his body weight, his 
hand forcing her head back so she couldn't bite. He pinioned one of her arms 
under her while he held the other. Her magnificent breasts were exposed, 
naked. He sunk his mouth on one full breast, sucking the sweet flesh inside, 
scraping her hard nipple with his tongue, while he sucked. He thrilled as 
her entire body surged in the shock of her sensitive nipple being gobbled 
and used. 

"Oh-ah-too much!" she went, squirming. 

"Baby-you're resistance makes me so fucking hot." 

He licked first one of her breasts and then the other, his cock throbbing in 
pleasure to overcome this resistance and force sexuality on her. Her arm got 
loose from under her-hard fingernails raked his back, tenderizing his flesh, 
breaking the skin in a couple of places. That turned him on even more. You 
felt guilty in manhandling a helpless female, but not one that inflicted her 
own wounds on you. 

He pulled back, lifted her head and slapped her across the cheek. It was not 
the most powerful blow he could deliver, yet it was a strong blow. WHAP! For 
a second her eyes went dazed and she relaxed. 

In a flash George was in her saddle, spreading her legs. He caught both her 
wrists, forcing her arms back. By pinning her shoulders he also prevented 
her from being able to bite. She tried to gyrate her hips to avoid his 
penetration with his stiff blade. He had her too tightly. 

He lifted his hips slightly, poising his stiff sword. He stabbed a couple of 
times and almost pierced her cunt. He felt the tantalizing heat and wet cunt 
flesh, and his cock head received a gloss of female sex fluid. Then he 
stabbed just right as she thrust and his huge prick made her, centering on 
her hole and digging into the swollen, slick tissues. 

For the moment the mock-rape stopped as they both thrilled to the first male 
penetration. Her hot, wet cunt locked on his prick as if to hold it back 
from the interior of her guts. Instead, the resistance increased the 
friction pleasure a hundred per cent. 

"AHHHH, OHHHHH!" he thrilled. 

"You've fu-fucked MEEEE," she thrilled. 

Prick gobbled up the length of her vagina, unsealing her walls, her own 
slickness of girl juices preventing her from stopping it. She strained off 
the bed with her loins as he took her full length. 

"Noooo," she wailed. "Your cock's too fucking big!" 

"You'll get it now, all of it, Penny," he grunted happily. 

He pulled her soft, naked body tight to his and worked off a couple of 
luscious strokes, out and in, out and into her cunt, using her whole sex 
chamber. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she went, belly quivering with the pleasure of tight pressure 
on her clit and the riding cock. 

She bit his shoulder hard. He had to yowl in pain and jerk back in surprise. 
That gave her enough freedom to uncock him, which she did. She scrabbled 
back on the bed in a crouching position as she had in the beginning. It was 
all to be done over again. 

"You really like to resist," he said, annoyed. "You really like it rough." 

She jeered at him. "If you want it, Buster, earn it!" 

He gave a roar of anger and came at her, flat out. That was a mistake. Cool 
as ice, not minding his ferocity at all, she nimbly ducked around his 
overcharged leap and scooted off the bed. White buttocks flashed as she sped 
out of the bedroom. 

She was laughing when he caught her at the door of the apartment, her hand 
already on the doorknob. He actually believed this wild young woman would 
rush out into the hallway nude if he hadn't reached her. 

"You're clumsy!" she taunted him. 

"Good enough to take you," he snapped. 

He caught her from behind and pulled her to the rug. Once again he thrilled 
to the feel of her smooth, naked flesh, this time her shapely back and firm 
buttocks teasing his chest, belly and thighs. His prick dug for her crotch. 

"Right on the rug, if you like it so hard," he laughed. 

His cock dug into her. She was very tight; then suddenly her gut gave in and 
she screamed. It felt wrong to him, delicious but wrong. Her body locked 
tight on his rock and he savored her inner body heat and wetness, but it did 
not feel like her cunt. 

"DON'T! DON'T!" she wailed. "You're cornholing meeee." 

His throbbing penis had found the wrong hole. Because it was still oily and 
slick from her cunt juices, he'd been able in that savage thrust to pierce 
her sphincter and lay his blade head and a couple of inches of shaft up into 
her tight asshole. 

"Ahh, uh," he grunted. 

He quickly pulled out. Assfucking did not appeal to him, any more than it 
did to her. 

"My God, that hurt," she panted. 

Her shock and pain from the misused prick in her anus gave him a temporary 
advantage. He quickly notched her soft cunt and reamed into her, reveling in 
the foaming, hot cunt channel that had to take his blade. 

"Ha, OHHH," she went, bucking under him. 

He had her dog fashion, cunt fucking from behind, his hips on top of hers. 
She really felt him now since his member was so big. He filled her cunt and 
his shaft rode delightfully against her clitoris, making her belly hot and 
happy. 

"Oh, I feel that! I feel it!" 

"First round on the rug," he exclaimed. 

He got one arm under her across her tits and one hand holding the front of 
her thigh. Then he REAMED with sweet, incredible friction, in and out, in 
and out, making her whole body shake from the force of his luscious fucking. 
This was the best action he'd had in months! The pleasure raced up his 
shaft, through his belly, alerting all sex reservoirs and starting his male 
life fluids to boiling. 

He'd mastered her now. He got one of her breasts in his palm, digging into 
the soft, firm flesh, working her nipple, feeling her react to it with her 
joy. His cock slogged in and out of her belly. 

"Oh, you're fucking me. I'm GOIIIIING," she gasped. 

"T-told you so!" 

He bit into the soft skin where her neck joined her shoulder. 

"Bite me HARD!" she cried. 

His teeth dug into her flesh. His palm ground on her captured breast. His 
prick rode furiously in and out of her vagina. She moaned. 

"Oh, HAH, HAH, HAH!" 

She came suddenly, surprisingly, as her body surged up right to his, she 
bent under him on her hands and knees in a supplicating position. Throb, 
throb, throb. Her breath came in gasps. 

"I'm fucked-takennnnn," she panted. 

Her soft cunt clipped strongly on his prick as she gave up her femininity in 
helpless spasms, thrilling him to near bursting. Ahhh, it was gorgeous to 
have mastered her with such rich physical action! 

"Go, you crazy bitch," he encouraged her, staring down on the smooth skin of 
her bitten neck where he saw the double row of his teeth marks as well as 
the patch of his possessive saliva. 

He savored the deep-gut spasms of her loins as she surrendered to him, 
openly and completely, sagging a little as she quaked off her orgasm under 
his weight, grunting her extreme pleasure. 

She went still and passive for long moments, time that he put to sexy 
advantage, driving his throbbing cock in and out of her taken cunt without 
going on his own trip to enjoy her tight grip, her body heat, her wetness 
and her female submission. He began to thrill to his own sublime moment, his 
excited shaft sending out rich signals of sexual pleasure, the wild trip 
finally to end in an exquisite throw of his seed into her body. 

Penny finished her orgasm with a few tapering surges and cunt clips. She was 
not finished with her sex tease. As he relaxed his hold on her to drive up 
to delicious orgasm, centering more on his own body, she shot out from under 
him, like a football linesman charging across the line of scrimmage. 

"You super fuck!" he yowled, the sweet pressure around his thrilled cock 
suddenly gone. 

Laughing she raced back into the bedroom. 

"I've got mine!" she called. "You can whistle for yours!" 

He bounded after her, but in the bedroom she faked him out, moving for the 
bed, then shooting instead for the bathroom door. He saw her strategy in a 
flash-once inside she could lock herself in and laugh at him. He made a 
superhuman dive at the door just as she tried to slam it. It flew open 
again, caught her on her forehead and she sat down suddenly on the bathroom 
floor. 

"Unk!" She was in a daze. 

He locked the bathroom door-only they were both inside. She wasn't going to 
do much more escaping now! 

He had never taken a woman sitting down, but now was the time. He spread her 
legs, mounted her slim body on his lap facing him, and found her cunt again. 
Once more he enjoyed the heady, sweet thrill of fucking into her body. She 
was still temporarily stunned, a rag doll in his arms. 

The closeness was indeed magnificent. Her belly pressed tight to his, and he 
could feel his cock driven deep up into her guts. Her breasts hung right in 
front of her and her lovely face was just above that. He held her buttocks 
and savagely drilled up into her cunt, the fast friction bringing his cock 
back to the massive pleasure he'd enjoyed in the other room. 

"Ohhhh, you've got meeeee," she whispered. 

"No escape this time, k-k-kid!" he managed. " Ahh-heavennnn!" 

She also began to rock up and down on his prick. It was as if she finally 
acknowledged his deserved possession of her body and she wanted to give him 
pleasure. 

"I-really couldn't stop you," she said in complete admiration. 

"Meant to have it if I had to work all night," he replied. 

He suckled her breasts and she moaned, rising to new sex pleasure after her 
orgasm. He bit her nipples harder than he would on another female and she 
liked that. 

He was ready now, fast approaching the fine, sublime edge when he'd have to 
freeze and go helpless for a few seconds before he spurted. Would she make 
still another move for freedom? 

He caught the back of her neck with one hand. He crushed his mouth on hers, 
and forced open the soft petals of her lips. He sucked her honey saliva and 
probed the hot, wet inside of her mouth in a luscious French kiss. She gave 
up her juices readily. 

It was too late to take any more precautions. Mouth tight on hers, cock 
buried to its hilt in her cunt, he went into a sublime paralysis, muscle 
power lost as his thrilled body locked for orgasm. She took his kiss, she 
took his cock. In a small miracle she did not move to corrupt his orgasm. 

He felt totally turned on, then he cried out. 

"SHOOT-IIIIIING!" 

His liquid explosions of relief and extreme pleasure started, as he made 
pleased sounds in his throat, still holding her to the kiss and his seeding 
of her body. 

Rich male cream shot into her belly as his hungry cock finally got to 
express itself. It seemed like the happy spurts came from the deepest part 
of his loins, spuming out in the richest ejaculation he could ever remember. 
Gung, gung, gung-he went dizzy with the joy of finally possessing this 
female and making her take his maleness. 

"Ah, Ohhhhh," he went, gasping as he had to break the kiss to gulp in more 
air in his excitement. She merely hugged him, hard nipples tight on his 
chest as she opened her body to him and let him seed her belly deliciously 
without any further tricks. 

"You are the greatest-" he cried, spurting off the high joy of his orgasm 
and feeling her take all of it, down to his last exquisite cock throb. 

"I made you earn it," she said with a grin, leaning her head gently against 
his shoulder. "You can fuck five times better than my husband." 

"Haaaa," he said in euphoria, spent and finished. "We'll do it five times 
before the night's over, Penny." 

"Maybe I'd better rest first," she smiled, pulling off him. Her sexy belly 
was streaked with sweat, her cunt and inner thighs reeked of his spent 
malehood. "You wore me down to nothing." 

He walked her back into the bedroom, hugging her and laughing. 

"Rest all you want. I like your kind of action ..." 

Within minutes the naked Penny had crawled under the covers on his bed and 
gone to sleep. Some Englishwoman, he thought, grinning. The English were 
supposed to be inhibited, but this one wasn't. He understood why Charles 
Hammond had married her-and how she'd worn the old man out. 

George slipped into his shorts and mixed himself a drink, savoring the good 
feeling in his body. His belly glowed from the hot fuck and the wild 
exercise had toned him up as well. It looked like an athletic evening still 
ahead-he hoped his apartment neighbors didn't mind an occasional thump and a 
muffled scream! 

The door buzzer sounded. At eleven at night? It had to be Tip. Even the most 
eager house-hunter or seller didn't roust you in the middle of the night. He 
threw on a robe and answered the door, trying to think fast as to how he 
could get her out right away. He wanted to talk to her, but he was sensitive 
about her finding him with another woman. Even though they didn't have sex, 
he was embarrassed to let her know the intimate details of his life. 

CHARLES HAMMOND STOOD THERE! 

George almost died at that moment. Here was his chief rival and enemy-and 
inside of his bedroom, a few feet away, was Charles Hammond's wife, her cunt 
smeared with George's juices, sleeping peacefully. 

"Ah-hooo," said George in shock. 

"Been trying to reach you, Coleman," said Charles. "You didn't answer your 
phone." 

"I-I-I've been very busy," George stuttered. 

"We've got to talk about a merger," said Charles. 

He marched into the apartment, as George had to give back. George was frozen 
in fear. My God, what if Charles' wife in the other room made a noise? Or 
what if she came bounding out of there, ready for some more action. His 
heart began to pound. 

"Merger talk-in the middle of the night!" George exploded. 

"Come on, man," said Charles. "You're a hotshot salesman, ready to deal 
night or day. That's what everybody tells me. You and I are too busy during 
the day to talk about how we can help each other." 

"Tonight-isn't convenient," said George. He had to get the husband out of 
here! 

"Nonsense," countered the older man. "Let's have a drink or cup of coffee 
and get right to it. There are several deals going right now where we can 
both win out if we put our heads together. Otherwise, you'll lose some and 
so will I." 

"I-really can't, Mr. Hammond, I-" "I know," said Charles. "You don't like to 
do business in your home. I don't either. No problem. Put on some 
clothes-we'll head for the all night coffee shop." 

It was the perfect solution. George sat Hammond down and whisked into his 
bedroom to dress. My God, this was scary, the naked wife asleep right here, 
and the husband sitting just one thin wall away, unsuspecting. But Penny 
slept on, her mouth slack, making absolutely no noise and George dressed and 
emerged again. He even began to enjoy the danger. 

It would be a good idea to talk to Hammond-maybe he could find out why Tip 
Mayberry was so gummed up after her talk with Hammond. Almost breezily, 
George led Charles out of his apartment again and down to the corner where 
the only 24 hour coffee shop in Conniston offered a booth and hot coffee . . 
. 

It was while they sipped coffee that George suddenly began to feel very 
relaxed and sleepy. Charles had just pointed out a stumbling drunk, out 
there on the sidewalk and was making crude, cruel remarks about the poor 
guy, when George got the strange feeling that the older man had cleverly 
switched coffee cups on him. George said nothing. He didn't want to upset 
the old bird-he felt very guilty for having tumbled the poor guy's wife in 
the hay. He just gulped his coffee down and decided to make a quick pass at 
business talk and get rid of Hammond. He was in no mood to talk about real 
estate tonight. 

He got sleepier. He got more relaxed. He got suddenly dizzy. 

"Got-to have-air, Mr. Hammond," George said, stumbling to his feet. 
Hammond's quizzical face spun in front of him. 

"Well, sure, well sure," said Hammond, all concern. "Here, I'll help you 
outside. We can sit on the curb for a minute." George felt hot, heavy, 
drowsy. He'd never before felt so tired. But he had to stay awake. He simply 
had to! Or else Charles would walk him back to his apartment, take him to 
his bed to sleep-and discover his wife in George's bed! 

"Be all right," muttered George. "Be all right when we get-out-doorzzzz." 

He wasn't all right when they got outside. He lurched against Charles going 
out, and once they reached the open air, it was worse, not better. He felt 
himself going out all the way. 

"Mustn't-go-apartment," George managed to say. 

Then he passed out, holding on to the older man and gradually sliding down 
to his knees and rolling over on the pavement . . . 

When George came to he felt as weak as a cat. He could hardly move his arms. 
He found himself sitting in a chair. He tried to rise but instantly fell 
back. He didn't have the strength to rise just now. His mind cleared. He 
recognized the room. It was his own bedroom. 

He could see everything and hear everything-but it was like watching a TV 
show. He felt distant from the room, like an observer. He just wanted to 
rest. He felt lousy; yet there was no specific pain. He just felt bad all 
over. 

He looked around-and saw Charles Hammond sitting in another chair in his 
bedroom. Alarm bells went off in his mind. Charles should not be in this 
room. He looked at the bed. Penny Hammond was still here, too, but things 
had changed for her. 

There was a dark hole in the center of her forehead. There was some blood. 
Her eyes stared at nothing. 

George closed his eyes, shook his head. When he opened them again he 
realized sadly that it was no dream. There sat Charles, there was the 
corpse. There he sat. Now he saw a revolver sitting on the edge of the 
dresser, just out of his reach. It was a gun he'd never seen before. 

"Back with us, huh, George?" smiled Hammond. 

"Wassa time?" George asked. He couldn't deal with the other shocking, 
stunning facts. 

"You passed out about ah hour ago," said Charles. "A little chloral hydrate 
I slipped into your coffee-or my coffee. Then I switched cups." 

"Is she-dead?" asked George. 

"Oh, yes," said Charles. "I've been waiting for a chance like this. I had to 
do it, George. Our marriage agreement gave her too much money if we got a 
divorce. I couldn't afford that. Of course she cheated on me, so she really 
deserved it." 

"You-kill me?" George said. 

"Oh, no. No, no, no. My goodness, no. You've done me a big favor. It gave me 
a chance to cool her." 

George knew he had to act. This horrifying murder, right in his bedroom. He 
had to grab Hammond and get the police right away. He felt a little better 
now. 

"Ter-terrible thing," he said. "I feel-so weak." 

"Sorry about that,' said Hammond. His eyes glittered as if he enjoyed the 
whole thing. "Still, you and Tip gave me lots of agony, these past six 
months." 

George made his play then. He was able to get up, though shakily. He lunged 
for the gun on the edge of the bureau. He got it-Charles sat too far away. 
Charles half rose-then froze as George turned the revolver on him, gripping 
it tightly for fear of dropping it. 

"You-crazy," said George. "Don't move, I shoot. We call police." He held the 
gun steadily on Charles. At least he could do that. 

Charles stood up. He looked down at George. 

"Don't be foolish, boy. She wasn't worth it. Put the gun away." He moved 
towards George. 

"STOP!" 

"Forget it, George. You won't shoot me. I-" George hated the old man and he 
pulled the trigger, the gun aimed at the real estate man's chest. Click, 
click, click. The gun was empty. Charles used a handkerchief to sweep it out 
of George's hand, holding it by the barrel. 

"Thanks so much, George. I needed your fingerprints on the gun that killed 
my wife. Before there were none; I wore gloves." 

"I-I-I-" Hammond said: "You have to go to sleep again, George. I have work 
to do. I have to get rid of Penelope's body. I'm sure you won't offer to 
help. Too bad, because it's your murder, not mine. But that's gratitude 
these days." 

George tried to get up out of the chair. Charles pushed him back and he had 
to stay there. 

"What in hell are you-doing!" George tried to scream in his horror, but it 
came out a mumble. 

"Completing the merger!" said Hammond brightly. "I've already got Tip in my 
pocket. Now you are, also. We'll go right along, keeping our firms 
separate-to the public. I'll take eighty percent of your profits after 
taxes. You have the overhead-I have the profits." 

"You bastard!" 

"Well, you two did come into my town and tried to run poor old slow-moving 
Charles out of business. No, you work for me now-or the police find out 
about your murder." 

"Din' kill her. Police not believe." 

"Come on, George. This is my town. I'm the ex-Sheriff. Remember that I know 
all the cops, local and county, all the judges, the prosecutors. I'm the 
Good Old Boy, as they say down South. You're the outsider, the hated 
California swinger. They'll think you picked her up, then got doped up, went 
wild and shot her over some argument." 

"Man in coffee shop-saw us." 

"I own half the coffee shop. I pay old Watkins. He never saw us together 
tonight. I wasn't here. Maybe he saw you and Penelope, though. Fighting. No, 
George. You work for me now. You do what I say, or you go to jail for Murder 
One . . . Now you have to go to sleep." Casually he struck George with the 
gun butt, holding it by the barrel . . . 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Tip walked into the Hammond mansion on wooden legs. Charles said he had a 
special real estate sale he wanted her to work on this weekend. It was 
Saturday noon, and he'd told her they were going up to his cabin on Lake 
Wolford overnight with a couple of customers. She didn't want to think about 
why she was invited along. 

It had been a very rough week. A hundred times she'd wanted to jump into her 
car and head for the sunset, get out of Conniston. But there was all that 
money waiting for her in the bank-thirty thousand dollars of earned 
commissions she'd have to leave behind. Charles had not bothered her since 
the night of the interview. Outwardly everything was the same. Col-May Real 
Estate and its salesmen worked like fury. Charles and his one salesman 
stayed in their big office, barely plugging along. Inwardly it was very 
different. Hammond came to their office each night, went over the books, 
discussed their prospects, told them what to do. 

She had hoped that George would somehow revolt, end their agony. George had 
changed greatly too. Overnight he seemed to withdraw into himself and go 
around with a haunted look. He did not oppose Hammond. 

"Maybe-we'd better-work with Hammond for a few weeks," he told her. 

"I-was thinking the same," she answered. 

She knew now that Hammond had found out something about George almost as bad 
as the blackmail he had on her. She didn't know what Hammond's handle on 
George was. She didn't want to know. She didn't want George to know about 
the felony warrant against her. For the moment they were both stuck-but 
neither wanted to walk out of town and leave all that legitimate money 
behind. Maybe they could find someway of nailing Hammond, that was the hope. 

Meanwhile, nothing was changed to the outside world. The Col-May staff and 
salesmen still hustled, thinking they competed with Hammond. The town still 
thought it was the bright, brash kids, vs. the old line wolf, struggling for 
domination. If they only knew! 

Tip had worn a checkered shirt and her Levis for the trip into the country. 
Hammond met her with an easy smile and led her upstairs to the bedroom she 
remembered so well. On the bed was a little satin top, hardly more than a 
bra, with a tie that would hold it just below her chest, leaving her midriff 
exposed. There was a pair of white shorts. 

"Take off that junk," he told her. "This is what you'll wear." 

"Charles, it's too-too sexy!" she protested. 

"Well, now, child, you've used sex for Col-May. Why not for this deal? It's 
a Col-May customer and a Hammond customer working together, just like we do 
dear." 

She had to strip while he remained in the room, she blushing but determined 
not to let him get her goat. After all, he'd seen her nude before. 

"There's no bra," she protested as she picked up the satin top. 

"Few women wear them any more," said Hammond. "Just put it on and leave it 
untied. 

The old crud! She put on the top. The satin felt cool and sexy on her skin. 
The shorts were too tight, caressing her cunt so that she feared it would be 
too much. 

"Charles, when I walk in these shorts I'll masturbate myself." 

"It'll make you more friendly," he smiled. "Oh, Charles. Listen, there are 
no panties." "Not needed." 

At least he let her keep her calf high boots. 

"Ta-Da," she exclaimed, presenting herself grudgingly to him in this stupid 
chorus girl outfit. 

"Oh, baby," he enthused. "We're going to knock our customers dead!" 

He walked up behind her, put his hands on her flat, smooth belly and 
caressed up under the open satin to her big breasts, his palms making her 
nipples thrill and go hard. 

"Oh, now, Charles," she protested. 

"I do love satin-on a sexy body like yours," he breathed in her ear, 
nuzzling around her neck, making her shiver. While he massaged her breasts 
with one hand, the other broke the belt of her tight shorts and opened the 
little zipper. He worked the pants down to where he could get at her cunt. 

"Charles, stop it-eeeee," she went. 

He curled a finger around her pelvic ridge pressing between her blonde pubic 
hairs, rubbing her dry cunt. It began to wet at once. She felt his cock 
harden in his pants as he pressed it against her back just above her 
buttocks. 

"You're a gorgeous piece of meat," he cried. 

"I'm not a piece of meat!" she cried, struggling. 

"Tip," he said disapprovingly, "when I want you to be a piece of sexy 
girl-meat, you'll just have to be it. Too bad-but it's good for business, 
and I don't think it'll ruin your health." 

"Dammit, I won't be USED!" she fussed. 

"I have no intention of using you," he said. "I just want you blushing and 
friendly when the others get here." 

His finger not only swelled and wetted her cunt, it began to dig in, finding 
her clit and making her gasp and thrill in spite of herself. 

"You-you're using my sex!" she cried. 

"Only a little. For heaven's sake, girl, you're grown up. What's all the 
fuss?" 

"I just don't like to be muh-ohhh! -force masturbated," she said. She 
stomped with her boot on his foot. He broke free and yammered. 

"Ouch!" 

He slapped her ass hard, and it stung because the shorts were tight in the 
back even if open in the front. 

"You little cunt," he said, "I was only teasing a little. Now you deserve to 
be embarrassed, for stomping me." 

She was a little frightened now. Under his cool, fatherly exterior there was 
a dark, deadly thing she sensed. He grabbed her again and she didn't protest 
as he fingered her cunt a second time, using two fingers on this round. She 
had to lift her loins and grunt at his swift, erotic strokes on her cunt 
passage. 

"Ohhhh, uh, uh, uh." 

He was mollified with that. 

"I love to feel inside your slick, hot little passage. You make girl honey 
like a queen bee when you get stroked. You were built for lots of sex." 

She could only moan and fuck on his fingers. He held her as before, kissing 
her neck, feeling up her tits, making her hot. She decided she would have to 
pay for that silly boot stomp by pleasing him, which meant letting him use 
her body as he would. 

Still dressed, he took out his cock, hard now, and dug it into the supple 
skin of her back, jacking himself off along the hollow of her backbone while 
he fingered her. It was silly, childish, but it was also sexy to feel that 
big iron prick hot on her back and his fingers eager in her cunt. 

They hung in his spontaneous masturbation of her and himself, Tip getting 
hotter and hotter. She realized with despair that he probably meant to take 
her with his fingers as punishment. 

"After I make you go," he whispered in her ear, "I'll be hot enough to throw 
a few loops myself. You can suck me off and drink it." 

She knew that as a practiced woman unafraid of her sexuality she could 
resist his fingers almost indefinitely -but that wouldn't be a good idea. 
Instead, she willed herself to go with his frigging, to let Charles get at 
her sexuality and take her. 

She pressed back against him, thrilling, thrilling to his manipulation of 
her nipples which made streaks of high sexuality rush down to her belly, and 
especially feeling the good, hot stroke of his fingers fucking up into her 
cunt. He continued to masturbate his cock along the hollow of her backbone. 

"Oh, Charles, you-you've got me going." 

"You need lots of sex, Tip. You're just this side of being a nymphomaniac. 
That George can't give you enough to keep your hot little cunt happy." 

She didn't bother to tell him she didn't have sex with her partner. She 
understood that part of Hammond's trip was to gain power over people. He 
would give up love and passion to control her, or any woman, and to use 
their cunts as if they were living play dolls, made to perform their 
orgasmic ecstasies for his entertainment. To him any good-looking woman was 
a nympho. 

Or was she? There must be some sexual weakness in her, because much as she 
disliked Hammond she thrilled to his calloused, intimate use of her body. 
She had to hump on his fingers, make her juices, squirm and gasp and glow 
and hunger for him to take her. 

No, she mustn't fault herself. She'd read in Masters and Johnson and 
elsewhere that most women depended on direct stroking on the clitoris for 
orgasm, and that masturbation was the best way to bring on girl explosions. 
Cock, tongue or finger MUST ride that tiny, red mound of highly sensitive 
sex tissue just inside the cunt. 

She was moist with desire now. Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth as 
she quivered and twisted under his forced masturbation. 

"Huh, uh, huh, huh, huh," she gleefully groaned. 

He grabbed her head, pulled it to one side and managed to force his mouth on 
hers half over her shoulder. His teeth caught her tongue and he sucked on 
it. Happy with that, he drove his own thick tongue into her mouth to possess 
her second orifice. Wet kisses, even from Hammond, added to her pleasure. 

She felt the incredible feeling that preceded orgasm. She wanted to give up 
her body to his maleness, to cream in ecstasy and suck his fingers into her 
cunt and squeeze down on them and ride off the aching pleasure orgasm could 
bring. 

"Oh, hah, now, I thinnnnk-" she gasped. 

"Go, bitch, you're taken," he cried in triumph. He increased the pace and 
pressure of his masturbation on her. 

"Oh, now," she quivered in rising passion. "OH, NOW, NOW!" 

Her legs came together. Her thighs, soft and silken, squeezed on his hand. 

"EEEEEEEEEE." 

She gave up her sex treasure to him in powerful cunt spasms against his 
violating fingers, ashamed of having her sexual equipment worked, but 
enjoying the high rush of pleasure, letting it all happen in relieving, 
heavenly quakes of taken girlhood. Her knees went weak and she slumped 
against the older man in her loss of muscular power. 

He let her slide to the floor, off his fingers. It was his turn. She barely 
finished her intense throbs of orgasm before she found his thick cock shoved 
into her mouth. 

Glowing, relieved, she sucked him greedily. She dimly understood that the 
only way she could escape from his domination was to give him the sex he 
wanted, even pretend to be the nympho he thought her, and, once he was 
lulled to figure out a way to defeat him. Unfortunately that would take 
time. 

He couldn't care less what she thought of him as he fucked off his iron 
hard-on into her mouth. She was gorgeous, young, helpless before him and his 
eager cock flexed in and out of her beautiful face, between those sexy lips. 

She clamped down on the top of his shaft and cock head to demand his male 
throw. It wasn't hard to harvest him-he'd gotten plenty hot from fondling 
her body and jacking off her cunt. 

"Oh, that's good. I like it hard. Do it! Do it," he told her. 

He grunted up to his ecstasy, the sight of his little blonde love slave 
kneeling before him and giving him suction being enough to turn on all his 
sex buttons and add to the hot joy of her physical friction on his prick. 

"TAYYYYY-EEEK IT!" he panted. 

He held her head still and spurted. Gong, gong, gong. Hot jism spewed into 
her mouth. She was still enough excited to drink his hot liquid shots 
without revulsion, letting the rich male cream coat her mouth and burn down 
her throat. A cock-emptied Charles Hammond was much, much safer than an 
untapped trouble-making blackmailer. 

"AHHHHH," he groaned and gave her an amazing amount of stud gruel, 
considering he was an older man. When he'd rinsed off the last, relieving 
spunk he had to stagger over to the bed and sit down to rest for a few 
minutes, so intense had been his pleasure at using the beautiful, helpless 
girl . . . 

All four people traveled together to Hammond's lake cabin. The real estate 
transaction was simple enough. An older man, Terence Shaw, had a large house 
that he wanted to get rid of because his family was grown and gone. A young 
man, Everett Noll, had a small house ana needed a larger one as his family 
grew. 

The problem was the typical one of greed versus miserliness. Shaw wanted too 
much for his big house, and Noll didn't want to pay. The difference in the 
house sizes made an equal trade impossible. Shaw, the older man, was 
Hammond's customer. Noll, the younger, had come to Col-May. It was necessary 
to settle the extra cash involved in the trade. 

"We're gonna fish a little, drink a little, play a little cards, and 
socialize," Hammond told the group as they drove out of town. "We're not 
coming back to Conniston until we've worked this deal out in a friendly 
fashion. Everybody agree?" 

"We agree!" both men said with enthusiasm. 

Tip felt a blush on her cheeks. It was obvious that the clients didn't have 
real estate on their minds. What they had on their minds, if you could 
believe their faces, was a deep interest in the blonde with a light satin 
blouse showing plenty of nipple, tight white shorts and bare legs. 

The cabin on Lake Wolford turned out to be a rustic but nevertheless 
equipped country cottage, decorated in burnished brass and chintz curtains. 
There were only two bedrooms which seemed one too few to her. Normally she 
would've thrown herself with enthusiasm into the bargaining and deal-making. 
She knew both houses; each had its good points and its bad. Yet she remained 
subdued, quiet. 

It was Hammond's party, even if she did represent young Noll, and by 
dressing her as a plaything, Hammond had taken away her power. The men 
carried the supplies into the cabin and broke out the drinks, keeping her 
away from the action, though their stares were frequent and hot. She became 
more and more apprehensive. 

As soon as they settled she broke away from the cabin to go down to the pier 
and enjoy the sight of the beautiful, shimmering lake, with its many boats, 
and the trees, the fabulous shoreline. It was nice to get away from the city 
for a day. 

She discovered almost at once that she was going to have trouble with the 
costume Hammond had alloted her. Those shorts were incredibly tight, so that 
they pulled fiercely on her crotch. Every step she took put a working, 
sawing pressure on her crotch, on her cunt. She felt flighty and light with 
eerie runs of stimulated desire stroked into her belly. It was a weird 
sensation of rising pleasure. If she walked a mile very fast she would 
surely have an orgasm. 

She'd heard of young girls shrinking their jeans to get this effect, making 
them so tight that the girl became constantly stimulated and therefore 
projected more sexuality than normal to the boys she met. Damn Hammond! 

Young Everett Noll appeared at her side. 

"That has to be the greatest outfit I ever saw on a woman." 

"It was Charles' idea not mine," she said tartly. "I'm here to sell real 
estate, that's a-" He grabbed her, hugging her satin clad top to his chest, 
giving her a wet kiss. 

"You're gonna sell it, I know!" he gasped. "Wow, what tits!" 

It was as if being away from Conniston, his wife and responsibilities, the 
young blond giant lost all restraints. Or-had Charles said something to him? 

Tip jerked free. "Forget that!" 

She ran back to the house-only after a few steps she quickly slowed to a 
walk. The stimulation between her legs was fierce. If that young blond giant 
with the big chest walked her around a little, she'd melt like molten gold. 

Inside Charles had the tackle out and said he was going to take the men out 
on the lake for some serious drinking and fishing. Tip could 'wrastle up 
some grub' for dinner, if she'd like. She knew it was an order. 

She blushed, not only from being demoted to live-in maid and sex object, but 
because old man Shaw stared at her V - and she knew that she'd wet her 
shorts just a little bit, just moving around, with a touch of her sex 
juices. 

Hammond took off for the boat; Shaw remained behind for a moment. 

"Listen, young lady, if you think I'm going to fall for all this sex stuff, 
you're mistaken. I've heard all about Col-May. I'm too old to go for that 
nonsense." 

"I'm glad Mr. Shaw," she said with a sigh of relief, "because it was Charles 
idea and a ba-" He caught her and pressed her to the wall. He was even more 
obscene than young Noll, and not nearly as good looking, being thin with a 
hawk-like face. He ground his belly right on hers. 

"I mean, I don't mind a hot fuck, but I won't reduce my price just for 
that," he laughed. 

Before she could defend herself she got another wet kiss. She cursed him and 
tried to strike him, but he laughed and skipped nimbly away to rush out and 
join the others. 

Tip watched them put-put in the motor boat out into the lake, grinning, 
nodding their heads, and babbling. She knew what they talked about. She 
headed for the station wagon of Hammond's. To heck with him-she was getting 
out of here-but, of course, he'd taken the keys. 

She considered briefly hitchhiking, but that was no good. Not only would 
walking over stimulate her, but her chances of getting raped on the lonesome 
highway in this outfit were greater than staying at the cabin . . . 

By nine o'clock Tip had come up with her counter plan. The best defense was 
an offense. Why not give in to what the men had on their minds-or pretend 
to. 

It was simple after all, because Hammond announced with a slight leer that 
he had to have one bedroom to himself. He could not abide to share it with 
anyone else. That left only the other bedroom for Noll, Shaw and Tip. 

During the card game she managed to get young Noll aside and arrange a tryst 
with him. 

"I really don't mind-a little action," she whispered in his ear. "After all, 
you're my client. You offer to sleep on the sofa. A half hour after the 
lights go out, tap on the bedroom door." 

He was more than delighted. His round, handsome face fairly beamed. 

"That's what I call a generous offer!" 

Next she found a few moments with Shaw in the kitchen while they mixed 
drinks. 

"I really don't mind a little action," she whispered in his ear. "After all, 
I want to show Charles who's the real salesman. I have selling points he 
doesn't." 

The older man's hand pressed her satin-covered nipple slightly. 

"That you do, Tip. That you do." 

She told him to offer to sleep on his sleeping bag in the kitchen. A half 
hour after the lights were out he could slip out the back door and come in 
through her bedroom window. 

The card game broke up early, about nine o'clock. Nobody seemed to be able 
to concentrate on the cards, nor on the pending deal. Everybody agreed they 
had all day tomorrow to talk about that, and Sunday if necessary. 

Noll decided to bunk on the living room sofa, Shaw in his sleeping bag in 
the kitchen, and Charles, with a leer, announced that he was a heavy sleeper 
and nothing could make him stir till morning. Then he disappeared into one 
bedroom. In effect he turned Tip over to the other two men. 

Tip disappeared into the other bedroom, chuckling. She locked the door. She 
scooped a blanket off the bed and opened the window. Noll and Shaw were 
going to find an empty bedroom, that was for sure. But she'd give them a few 
minutes to settle down. The half hour she'd allowed gave her plenty of time 
to execute her scheme. 

When she heard no further sounds through the door, she knew they were 
settled. Then she slipped out of the window with her blanket. She'd be 
perfectly comfortable on the motor boat in the middle of the lake. The 
slight wave action would make a very pleasant motion for sleep. The blanket 
would keep her warm. By rowing out, instead of using the motor, she'd have 
vanished. Even if they did discover her, they couldn't catch her. Charles' 
only other boat was a small row boat that she could outrun. No, she was safe 
for the night, and that for you, Mr. Hammond!-with all the lies you've told 
these poor guys. 

Even though it was summer it was crisp in the night air. Tip ran happily 
down to the pier, not minding the stimulation between her legs. Imagine the 
nerve of these guys, thinking they could bring her out here and have a 
one-woman orgy. But it wasn't the fault of Noll and Shaw. Hammond, the jerk, 
had put 'em up to it. 

She walked softly on the wooden boards of the pier so her boots made no 
noise. There was the boat, there was her safety for the night- Two shadowy 
figures suddenly emerged from the darkness, one on either side of her. 
Strong hands clasped her wrists. 

"Charles thought you might be heading for the boat," said Everett Noll. 

"It happened once before when he brought a feisty young lady out here," 
chuckled Terence Shaw. 

"OHHH, NOOOO," wailed Tip . . . 

Tip knelt on the bed in her bedroom. Her shorts were gone, her boots were 
off and she was naked from the waist on down. The silver satin top hung 
loose brushing against her rich, shapely breasts. The two nude males also 
knelt, facing her. 

It was, she thought, one of the incredible moments of her sex life. One of 
her hands clutched the tapered hard cock of Everett Noll, the other clung to 
the old man's rod, which was so hard it had an arch in it. All three of them 
were a little subdued, yet excited at the prospect of three-person sex. 

Tip had decided that the best thing to do was to give in to the hot desires 
of the two men, not because they threatened to rape her but because she'd 
almost brought it on herself by promising to put out for them and then 
running. 

"A double suck," breathed young Noll. "This I'll remember for years." 

"I'll remember Tip," said Shaw reverently. 

"I'll remember the wild thing of hanging on to two cocks," breathed Tip. 

In spite of herself she was caught up in the weird sexuality of the moment. 
She'd always thought the male prick fantastic, and what a charge it was to 
hold two of them at once. There was little difference between the old man 
and the young. Each blade was sexy, hard muscle under a soft, sliding skin. 
The pricks looked reddened and felt hot. Each spade shaped head jutted up 
with the split of the hole distended, each bore a glistening cap of crystal 
clear preseminal fluid. 

She dropped her hands to gently feel the balls, Noll's fat, round, tight, 
crammed with come. Shaw's felt looser, yet there was a full charge of male 
sperm waiting there for her too. 

She bent forward and took Noll's pulsing shaft in her mouth. He moaned in 
pleasure as his cock rode over her sensual lips and he felt the love-suck of 
her mouth, tongue and teeth. 

"Ahhhh, yesss baby. Waited all day for that!" 

He felt under the loose satin top, pressing hot palms to her breasts and 
those elegant, stiff nipples. Tip had to gasp. Her cunt already burned with 
excitement, swelled with moisture and cock-hunger. 

Shaw tried to reach over and get some of the goodies. 

"Rule," cried Noll. "When she's on me, I get the fondles." He brushed Shaw's 
hand away. 

"Don't hang me up too long!" cried Shaw. "I'll explode in your face, hair, 
everything." 

"Old men get excited, come too soon," laughed Noll. 

"Want to bet?" said Shaw. "I can outlast you." 

"Bet," said Noll. 

It amused her. She realized she had the power to control the contest. If she 
sucked one prick hard and the other easy, that would decide the winner. She 
didn't know herself which prodder she wanted to harvest first. 

Her mouth filled with the taste of good meat, Tip switched from Noll to 
Shaw. While she sank her mouth on the older man's prick, she continued to 
jack off Noll, the silken saliva providing sexy lubricant. The big young rod 
throbbed. 

"Man, I call this a-oh!-fishing trip," Noll exulted. 

"D-d-d-don't I know it!" Shaw agreed. 

Both pricks tasted exactly the same to her. Both made her hot. Fondling and 
sucking two at the same time made her doubly high. She felt a little dizzy 
with the virile bonanza of all this maleness. 

"We could do-a triple suck," she suggested. 

The men laughed and in a few seconds they had rearranged the set-up. Noll 
laid flat on the bed and she laid on top of him, scissoring her legs around 
his face so he could suck her slick, eager box. Her head went down on his 
member so they were in the traditional sixty-nine. 

Shaw knelt close to her head. Noll spread his legs. Now all she had to do 
was lift her head to suck Shaw's cock and drop it to suck Noll's cock. 
Meanwhile, the young man's busy tongue dug into her sexed-up, tender cunt 
box, finding her clit. The sweet rushes she felt from that almost tore her 
head off. She bunted her loins joyously. 

"Maybe-this trip-work out fine!" she panted. 

Shaw pulled her head loose from Noll's cock with a 'plop' and fixed it on 
his own. He groaned in pleasure as she sucked him. 

"Remember, Noll, the bet's still on!" he cried. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

There was one disadvantage. Both men felt annoyed at the interrupted suction 
every few moments. The idea was great. Each could enjoy the sight of seeing 
the girl suck the other guy's cock. But as they got hotter the novelty 
didn't make up for the rising desire for friction to the end. 

Tip was perfectly happy with that delicious tongue reaming into her cunt, 
with Noll using his finger on her clit and with his mouth sucking hotly to 
pull out her copious girl juices. It was the most erotic trip she'd ever had 
in her life-to suck on one penis and to jack off the other at the same time. 
She was lost in the fantastic world of sex with her vagina producing twice 
the flow as usual from the excitement and with her breasts on Noll's upper 
thighs titillated to glorious delight. 

"Got to do something about this!" gasped Noll. 

"I agree," said Shaw. "Otherwise-explode from frustration." 

The men began to move Tip's body. She whined, in disappointment-but not for 
long. In the new arrangement she found herself on top of Noll's body . . . 
then came a wild moment when his cock invaded her swollen, sucked cunt. Her 
face was even with his, while Shaw knelt behind his head and-presto!-Noll 
fucked into her while she could suck on Shaw's cock without further 
interruption. 

"THIS IS LIVING!" cried Noll. 

He gripped her hips, frictioning his prick in and out of her cunt with hot, 
fast strokes. 

"Oh, man, I can see-see you fucking her," cried Shaw. "Oh, oh, oh." 

He didn't mind the younger man getting her cunt. Never in his long life had 
he seen two adult humans fuck; he found the sight highly exciting, as the 
young. male body rocked and he caught flashes of the stiff shaft grooving 
into the opening in the girl's body. That penetrating prick shone with Tip's 
cunt gloss as she moaned and quivered at having her belly fuck-used. 

It was truly easier this way. Sucking and working Shaw's cock with her 
mouth, she could give full attention. The sexy rushes down below from her 
being fucked were provided without effort on her part as Noll held her hips 
and thrust in and out of her. 

"This-wildest-ever had-" she managed, rocking faster, sucking ever faster. 

"Go, Tip!" cheered Shaw. 

"Tightest-sweetest cunt-ever felt," Noll complimented her. 

She felt crazed with it now. Noll had found his rhythm in her cunt, while 
his rod kept up the glorious pressure on her clitoris, and the friction 
sensitized her nerves to send hot rushes and wild, breaking-out desires up 
her belly and throughout her body. Shaw's prick felt good in her mouth. 
While she stretched up to reach it, Noll captured her big sexy tits and 
sucked on them loudly, giving her still further surges of golden pleasure. 

"Mmmmmmawrrrrrr-wow!" she gasped. 

She had not wanted to have sex with the boys, but since it was inevitable 
she meant to enjoy every hot second of it-and the love she got now was 
incredible. 

Noll thought he had the best of it-and why not? Tip was his salesman, not 
Shaw's. Burying his prick in that taut sexy girl belly was a heady 
experience in these days when his own young wife had put on a little weight 
and was slightly more interested in the children than him. 

Not only did he revel in the fuck thrusts up this new vagina, but he had 
full use of her magnificent breasts-and he could look upwards and see still 
more furious sex action. Right over his head Shaw plunged his stiff member 
into Tip's lovely mouth. 

"B-b-bet still on?" he gasped. 

"All the way, son. Ah, ah, ah," went Shaw. 

Tip wanted to laugh in her glorious sex run. Both of her cowboys would have 
to hold on to the last possible moment now before exploding and dying their 
sex deaths, which stretched out her pleasure. It was great to make both men 
extend themselves to the limits of their sexualities! 

On and on they went, faster, ever faster. Bodies sweated, faces reddened, 
breaths went short with exertion. 

Tip found herself having to husband her own hot orgasm desires now. It 
wouldn't do at all for her to be taken before the men came. While she 
stopped for orgasm her two cavaliers would cool down, which would spoil all 
the fun. 

Shaw began to regret the bet. Though no sum had been mentioned, he felt it 
was a point of honor to represent his older generation and show his staying 
power. He was exquisitely charged up now, right at the crystallized point of 
explosion so that he had to lock down fiercely on his animal desire to bunt 
off his spumes in the girl's mouth. 

"Faster," he begged. "I can go another hour." 

"Man, I-ah, ah-should get points," sweated Noll. "Shoving it in-sexier than 
a suck." Shaw hooted at that; Tip was all-around sexy. 

Tip herself was right to the edge of glory and wanted to enjoy her girl 
surrender without holding on any longer. She decided to see if she could 
trick her lovers. 

She laid a hard demand suck on Shaw's prick, grooving with her teeth and 
sucking harder. 

"WOOIEEEEE. WOW!" grunted the older man. He was truly crazed now, his cock a 
flaming torch of hot feeling. 

She let go for a second and called to Noll. 

"Oh, oh, I'M FUCKED! OH, OH ARRRRRRR." - She stilled her loins and grunted, 
although she wasn't quite there yet. Then she capped Shaw's cock again and 
sucked hard so he wouldn't get an advantage. 

Noll, fucking suddenly into her passive loins, with her cunt stretched and 
stilled, thought he had brought her. He went right through the roof in 
animal pleasure. 

"GOD! I-I-I-GOIIIIIING!" he sang. 

He lifted his loins, lifted the girl and went paralyzed with a grunt that 
ended in a hysterical laugh of pleasure. 

Glong! His first hot dart shot into her belly. 

"Hooooeeeeeee-fab-u-lous!" he cried. 

He spumed for real, seeding her cunt deeply, gasping in wonder at the relief 
and the intense pleasure of making her. 

That did it for Tip. She whined. 

Shaw's eyes got big. Noll was exploding inside the girl. His own sex 
treasure, so long husbanded until he ached, could now go. 

"TAAAAAKE IT!" he shouted. "AHHHHHH-" Spung, spung, spung. Hot jism boiled 
into Tip's mouth, coated it, burned in her throat. 

She barely managed to hang on because she was determined to savor, feel and 
remember this weird trip of having two cocks spurt inside of her body at the 
same time. It took great effort of will with her own sexuality glazed to the 
point of bursting. 

She felt it all-Noll's surrender and hot pumping into her belly as he keened 
his exquisite pleasure, Shaw's spasmodic bursts of body-hot cream into her 
mouth as he bunted and moaned his joy. What a wild, glorious thing to make 
the deep reservoirs inside male bodies trip, the dams to burst, and the 
treasured seed spume out into her receiving body! 

Each of her lovers spent furiously at least ten times before she lost 
control. By then they tapered happily. 

It was her turn now. 

"HAH. Oh, HAH!" she went, sweating and shivering in exhausted delight. 
Throb, throb, throb, There was hardly any time to freeze before she gave up 
her womanhood, she was so hot. She clipped on Noll's prick in her deluged 
vagina; she bit on Shaw's prick harder than she should've in her own 
exquisite ecstasy, both relieved and riding high, hot joy as she imagined 
sucking both male bodies into hers. The double-cock action drove her right 
to the limits of her erotic being as she became a rutting bitch and gave up 
spasm after spasm. Nor did Shaw, in his own orgiastic excitement, seem to 
find that she punished his rod with her teeth. She knew she left teeth marks 
that would be there for a while. 

Then it was euphoria time as she tapered and all three rolled apart to 
laugh, bounce on the bed and discuss what they'd experienced in this 
three-way sex trip. 

"Watching and doing-crazy-" Shaw said emphatically. 

"-so I looked up and there was your big, old, ugly cock, Shaw, digging for 
gold in her mouth-" "-felt like you rammed my head off up above and my belly 
off down below, but it was deeeee-lish-us," said Tip. 

But later when they fell asleep beside her, Tip felt herself slide down the 
mountain from the sex high. It had been set up and stage-managed by Hammond 
all the way as he'd used her like groceries he bought in a supermarket. 
There'd be more sex tonight. If she were right, there'd also be an 
obligatory romp with Charles himself tomorrow, once his clients got their 
fill. Yes, they were his clients, in spite of Col-May. Everything was his at 
this point, her business, her bank account, her body-her cunt, mouth, 
breasts and everything else. She was a doll he could put on the shelf and 
take down whenever he wanted. A few months ago she'd pitied the poor old 
soak-look at things now! She began to cry softly. A way had to be found to 
escape from him ... it just HAD to be . . . but how? 

George Coleman found himself in the wildest sex situation he'd ever 
encountered in his whole life. It was late in the week following the weekend 
that Tip had spent at Hammond's cabin. She had come back from that trip 
gloomy and desperate. She looked played out giving him the suspicion that 
Hammond had found a way to make her have sex at will. She told him the 
Hammond situation was getting desperate for them. 

"We've got to do something, George," Tip complained. "We've got to get out 
from under this man-even if we have to do something-heavy." 

He shuddered at the fierce gleam in her eye. Not that he was less manly or 
afraid of violence, but it was just too soon after the shattering murder of 
Penelope for him to have gotten his spirits back. Right now he just had no 
will to resist, not even to help Tip whom he loved so much. 

"Hold on, kid. Hold on. Guys like Hammond often overplay it. If we break now 
he can-finish-us both. If we play along, we'll find a way to cancel him and 
also get out of Conniston with the money we've earned as well as our necks." 

Now it was his turn. This was the second time Hammond had brought George to 
the Griswold house this week. The Griswolds were a family of three, a man, 
his wife and an eighteen year old daughter. George thought they were kind of 
spooky. The big, comfortable house on Oak Street was covered with religious 
mottos from some spiritualist sect that George had never heard of. The 
mother and father were thin, creepy types with eyes that burned right 
through you as if they saw rot and decadence. 'Dracula and Mrs. 
Frankenstein-monster' was how George thought of them. 

The daughter, Crissy, was something else again. She was a brunette with 
large, sad eyes. Her long hair reached her waist. She had an elegant figure 
and the white, smooth skin. 

She was really out in space, her room decorated with wild posters in violent 
colors, weird lamps, incense and a draped off area she called a shrine. 
George wasn't sure if she were a follower of witchcraft, some flaked out 
Christian sect, or a Buddhist. She spoke of 'spheres' and 'auras' and 
creatures that lived in the walls. 

She wasn't nuts, though. Far from it. Under her flaky exterior she was 
diamond-sharp. On the first visit she took a fancy to George that was 
embarrassing. She pressed against him, she smiled up at him, she used those 
eyes, unnoticed by her parents. 

The Griswolds wanted to list their house for sale. George's second trip was 
to be an appraisal, not a loan-type appraisal but a salesman's appraisal for 
the salient features that could be used to advertise. 

On the way over on that second trip Hammond told George that the parents 
were away overnight at some sect affair over in Lockwood. Crissy, the girl, 
would let him in the house and answer questions. 

"Listen, Charles. You better do this. That kid's got eyes for me. She's only 
eighteen, but she may be hot to trot. You figure out where that leaves me if 
something happens and her folks find out." 

"Eighteen's old enough," smiled Hammond. 

"WHAT!" 

"George, suppose I told you that that creepy old man Griswold plans to have 
incest with the girl. Plans to take her maidenhead any day now." 

"Incest-maidenhead-" George was stunned. 

"I know this town. I know the people of this town. I know that family and 1 
know that girl. Her father'll ruin her if he starts out in sex with her." 

"That's something for the cops-or psychiatrists-" George protested. 

"What will save Crissy is a big, hard prick from some young man she adores," 
said Charles. "Then she's safe from her father. For whatever the reason, she 
digs you, son. Digs you plenty. Today's your chance." 

"You want me to-to-take advantage?" 

"Come on, George. You're no lily. The girl's ready for it-she needs it. Wish 
it were me she dug-but it's you." 

George thought Hammond was crazy. He could barely stand the man, after what 
had happened on that wild night. A dozen times he'd started for police 
headquarters to tell what had happened. He'd always stopped. This was not 
the day and age when an outsider in a town like Conniston got a 
break-especially against a former County Sheriff. So the days slid by as he 
hung on, waiting for an opening . . . now this came at him, from left field. 

There was no time to think. They were at the house, they were inside the 
house and Crissy was alone. With her parents gone, Crissy made no attempt to 
hide her interest in George. She watched him with adoring eyes. She brushed 
against him. She tossed that long mane of gorgeous black hair and fluttered 
her eyelids. She was an awkward kid in her obviousness-but she was eighteen 
and had a body ripe for love. 

Hammond seemed to enjoy it, winking at George over Crissy's head. 

"Well, Crissy," said Hammond after only a short while. "I've got lots of 
things to do. I'll leave George here alone with you to get the details. 
Don't chew him up!" 

"Oh, we'll get along fine," smiled Crissy, locking her arm through George's. 

Then George was alone with the hot virgin, wondering what was about to come 
down on him this time . . . 

In the past George had been as quick as any man to seize a sex opportunity, 
and the young girl did appeal to him. Yet he didn't like this setup at all. 
He delayed as long as he could, filling out his real estate form-size of 
rooms, wall composition, floor condition, view, number of rooms upstairs, 
rooms downstairs, kitchen, bath, heating, repairs needed, the whole 
rigmarole. The Griswold house was in good condition, would bring a good 
price and was a real estate salesman's dream. The only problem was - Crissy. 
She practically hung on his arm all the way. 

By the time he was done, he sweated. It was a fabulous shot at sex, an 
attractive young girl alone in the house and hot for him. But what if he 
did-and Crissy screamed "rape"? Maybe that's why Hammond wanted him to go 
for the girl. It would be more blackmail. 

"You're not leaving?" she cried, big eyes flashing. "Crissy, I've got all I 
need, and-" "Mr. Hammond said you'd help me." "Huh-how?" 

"It's my Daddy. He must've told you that. He was supposed to tell you that." 

"Crissy, how can I do that?" 

"Come to my bedroom-be with me. All the vibrations are just right. I knew it 
as soon as I saw you! You've got to help me!" 

She might've been a drowning girl, begging to be saved from the water. 
George had never been in such a position. 

"How does Hammond know about this?" 

"He knows our family. He knows me. We've talked about it many times. 
Please!" 

George looked at the earnest, begging girl and suddenly shivered. With that 
fine cream skin, that long hair, those big eyes and that suave young body 
she was a heavenly sight. Already he was half hard, just thinking about 
being naked with her. 

"If we were together - how would that stop your father?" 

She smiled at him as if she knew she'd already won. 

"All he wants is my virginity. If I don't have it, he'll leave me alone. 
He'll be mad, but he'll get over it." 

"You'll babble, and I'm in deep trouble." 

"I won't. I've never babbled in my life, our family doesn't. If he insists, 
I'll tell him it was Mr. Hammond. He's afraid of Charles Hammond! I've 
worked part time for Mr. Hammond in his office." 

Ohmigod! It was obvious now how Hammond used him. Only this time it wasn't 
blackmail, it was Charles' convenience. Once the girl's sex life started, 
with her working in his office, Hammond figured he had a chance. But even 
Hammond was smart enough to know that young girl wouldn't want to have her 
first sex with such an old guy. George at twenty-eight was ideal. Just the 
same, George wanted to walk out of the Griswold house. Instead, he went 
upstairs to the girl's bedroom. After all, eighteen was old enough; there 
was nothing illegal. 

It was like being transported back into the Victorian age. Crissy's bedroom 
was draped with wine red drapes, her bed was an old four-poster. Her mirror 
was gilt, the lamps were old-fashioned and cast a soft golden light. George 
lay naked on a bed with a spread that was an old-fashioned quilt with 
squares of black and red velvet. 

Crissy emerged from the bathroom and came towards the bed wearing a robe 
that took his breath away. It was the sheerest silk, so transparent that her 
young body looked much more naked than if she'd worn nothing at all. She had 
small, pear-sized breasts but with bold nipples of striking red. He was sure 
she'd put lipstick on them. Her fine white skin glistened under the 
transparent robe. Her hips flared sexily, mature, but her belly was flat and 
her pubic hairs were a rich black, like her long flowing hair. 

She posed for him at the foot of the bed, as cool and collected as if fully 
clothed. Those big eyes stared at him, and her ripe lips, touched up, of 
course, smiled, showing dazzling teeth. 

"I knew this was destined when you first came here." 

"Dee-destined, yeah," yammered George. He felt as if he were eighteen, not 
she. His cock was less impressed. It stood up rock hard and eager, hungry 
for the slim white body. 

She came into his arms, lying across him and he kissed her. He almost came 
instantly as his big prick dug into her soft flesh, thrilled by the 
transparent robe. Rich lips opened for him as she took his kiss. They both 
gasped as honey saliva flowed, was exchanged. There was no doubt that her 
young body hungered for him. 

A virgin! Incredible. George didn't think he'd ever deflowered any girl. 
Virginity was not much worried about these days. 

He stroked down her body and then reluctantly took off that sexy robe as he 
studied her figure with a shock of pleasure. He had forgotten that there was 
a difference in female figures-between eighteen and twenty, between twenty 
and twenty-five. 

Crissy was taut and supple in a way she could not be two years from now, 
certainly not six or seven years from now. Her belly was flat yet suggested 
roundness, because she was capable of carrying a child, and there wasn't a 
trace of looseness anywhere. It was the taut elegance of first girlhood 
ripeness that made him aware of her youth. Her breasts and buttocks would 
grow fuller and remain sexy; right now they were exquisitely small yet ripe. 
She was fortunate in having delicately curved thighs that would never be 
misshapen, while her slim legs had just enough calf to preserve her 
symmetry. Add those big eyes, dark and flashing, the classical face and that 
long hair and she was, naked, a creature of incredible beauty. 

He mounted her eagerly, feeling between her legs for the small, pink cunt. 
She was wet and swollen. He felt inside-body heat-sex heat-and a stiff 
obstruction that covered more than half of her upper vagina. She was a 
virgin, all right. 

The soft feel of those silken inner thighs sent him almost out of his mind. 

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever touched," he breathed. 

"I want it to make you happy." 

"I'm HAPPY!" 

He put a pillow under her buttocks and notched her cunt with the head of his 
cock. It slid in to meet her obstruction. Her interior body heat and her 
gloss of excitement burned his sensitive cock head. 

"You are-heavennnnn," he breathed. 

Her own breathing had gone ragged. 

"I wanted this so much-from you, George!" 

He laid against her nudity, letting his cock slip out. He hugged her warmth 
to him, kissed her gently and then with passion. He began to eat her 
breasts. The intimacy of that delicate, lovely girl nudity pressing his 
front felt fabulous. He felt moisture as their bodies heated each other and 
she grew more excited. 

"My breasts, oh my breasts," she said nervously, her dark eyes flashing. She 
was scared, thrilled and excited. "I didn't know-it would feel so good." 

"Mmmmmm." 

His saliva decorated one innocent but rock-hard nipple as he palmed on it, 
while he gently sucked and nibbled the other. She gasped and strained up 
with an embarrassed laugh. The young were always a little embarrassed about 
their bodies. 

He held her head, stared deep into her eyes. There was some girlish fright 
there-and lots of hot passion. She was going to have a long, exciting sex 
life. This time he used his tongue without restraint, washing her mouth, 
nibbling her tongue, letting her feel the hot, wet kiss of a male who was 
crazy to invade her body. 

"MNNERRRRRR," she made a hot sound in her throat. 

She was high now, as high as a young girl without real experience in sex 
could get. Reluctantly he pulled back and canted up her pelvis. Once again 
his stiff rod entered her body, pressed on her hymen. 

"It has to hurt," he said softly. 

"I know. I could've broken it myself-or used a finger. I wanted it this way, 
the old fashioned way." 

He pressed and felt her quiver, felt her indrawn breath at the first 
prick-wounding. 

"Oh," she exclaimed. 

He eased the pressure. He wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. 
His every male instinct was aroused, to pierce, penetrate and master this 
elegant beauty. The time for tenderness was over. 

He drove his cock into her cunt. Her taut, rounded behind came right up off 
the bed as she strained. 

Their bodies locked, he punching to get in, she squirming in pain. He held 
her wrists. She bucked up against him as if crazed to get it over, trying to 
wound herself free of her hymen. 

"OHHHHHHH, AAAAHHHHH, YESSSS!" 

He felt warm blood laving his cock. Almost instantly he felt a give. That 
sweet surrender of part of her gristle made him zip with pleasure and thrill 
through his belly. 

"Oh, yes, we're doing it." "Ah, ah, ah." 

Already the pain made her big, dark eyes look dazed. He still had not 
deflowered her all the way. She was about half-taken. He eased out his cock 
which hurt some from the intense pressure. He stared down. There it was, his 
familiar, stretched prick, the top half decorated with bright red blood, as 
well as her soft musky oils. 

"Maybe we should rest," she said. She was scared girl now, much of her 
coolness gone. 

"No!" He jabbed his prick back into her. He bunted 
furiously-once-twice-three times against her maidenhead. She screamed. 

"OHHHH. AH-HAH! AH-HAH! OHHHHH." 

He fucked into her fiercely, maddened with the delight of taking her 
virginity, his cock boiling to break through and possess her full cunt and 
seed her tight girlhood. 

"OH, GEORGE. AH. OH, MY GOD!" she screamed. 

He felt her hymen give some more. He felt fresh blood. Her face was white, 
her eyes really dazed. He all but had her sexy, stubborn little cunt. His 
cock hurt some but not as much as he thought it would in this excitement. 

"Now!" 

He drew his cock back carefully. Her mouth made a big O. Her eyes got wide. 

Everything held for a moment, but there was no way this delicious creature 
could deny him. Her hymen broke all the way and he felt the searing, 
delightful sensation of penetrating her as his prick gouged almost full 
length inside of her vagina, her maidenhead completely taken. He thrilled to 
his very toes. 

"IT HURTSSSSSSS," she wailed, twisting. 

He barely heard her. He'd never been inside such a tight cunt as this fresh 
one. Her unused walls gripped him like a warm, velvet glove. 

"OH, CRISSY. OH, MY GOD!" he sang. 

He fucked into her unsealing her passage. He pulled back. In again-back 
again. It was so luscious that his heart hammered in his ears and he went 
half out of his mind. 

"AHHHHHH, GOD!" 

Huge rushes of relieving, hot jism burned into her young passage. His seed 
spumed into the warm torn cunt dissolving the blood as he possessed her in 
her incredible slick tightness. He gripped her smooth body tight to him and 
filled her belly with sperm. It ran out again because of the tightness but 
he didn't mind. Just to hug this sexy, young girl and lay those spurting 
ejaculations into her was the trip of a lifetime. He let it all fly, without 
stint, his powerful reservoirs squirting a virile small lake into her taken 
body, or so it felt. She could not come, of course. There was still too much 
pain in her wrecked vagina, but it was a receding pain. She stared up at him 
in little girl wonder as she took his seed, felt a man's spuming manhood 
gush in her for the very first time. 

"That's sexy. That's sooooo sexy," she cried softly. "Oh, I'm fucked. You 
fucked me." 

Her innocent lips saying that made him laugh at her cuteness, as he buried 
them with his mouth and reveled in the last of his spurts, hugging her 
tight, feeling the massive warm bath on their thighs and bellies of jism, 
blood and girl juices. 

"Honey, child, magnificent. Simply magnificent," he crooned, his whole body 
glowing from this trip of deflowerment. 

It meant more to him than he realized. His cock, buried in that tight girl 
belly did not go all the way soft. He kissed, he played and she laid under 
him, gaining confidence, moving, fucking up against him, until gradually his 
sexuality was restored. He went hard, and they fucked. 

He was so eager to take fully this sweet girl that the friction of the fuck 
was the means for stimulating new jism in his balls. He rose up for a second 
time, working her tight cunt loose enough to give them both hot thrills. 

She felt it this time, felt the joy. 

"It's so great. I love it! I love it!" 

"Honey, you are the princess." 

Faster and faster they plunged until, gasping and grunting, he peaked again, 
once again singing out his pleasure as he spumed new hot seed into her guts. 

"Oh, oh, oh, yessss," he thrilled. 

That time she joined him with a small first orgasm of her own. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Mrs. Chloe Bridges lay face down on the bed in Charles Hammond's bedroom at 
the mansion, naked from her waist down. Hammond sat on the edge of the bed, 
fondling her buttocks and running streaks of Vaseline down her crack. 

"This, my dear George," he told the stunned young nun who sat alongside the 
bed, "is the most beautiful ass in Conniston. Every time I see this woman 
around town I've wanted to rush right up behind her and ram my cock up her 
sexy, round tail." 

"I can't believe this!" George muttered, still stunned. "I simply can't 
believe this." 

"You can believe it," said the dark-haired woman who'd bought the house from 
Col-May after her first-ever adultery with George in the cottage a short 
while before. "It's all your fault." 

"That was a great nude picture you shot of Chloe," Hammond congratulated 
George. "Not only did you get her face and her nude charms in your picture 
but you got part of your own slightly hairy thigh and enough of your cock so 
her husband will be doubly outraged. He certainly knows he didn't take the 
nude picture of his wife-and the presence of a nude man proves that she 
sexes around ... I'd guess the Wilkinson cottage. The people who moved to 
Philadelphia and left their place fully furnished. I had it listed, too. Not 
the house you sold the Bridges - Chloe would be too sensitive to perform 
adultery in a house she'd eventually live in." 

"Can we stop talking about Henry and cottages," Chloe snapped. 

"Oh, yes, George, I found your secret files. Plenty of other nudes-but none 
of the ladies as good-looking as our friend here, and absolutely none with a 
girl ass like this." 

"Hammond you can't get away with this!" shouted George, rising. "This is too 
much." 

"SIT DOWN, GEORGE," Chloe ordered. Her face was red with embarrassment and 
stiff with distaste for what Charles Hammond did between her buttocks, but, 
as usual, she kept her head. Certain things were ordained, and some of them 
were bad in this life. 

"You-you're taking this?" squeaked George. 

"Of course, I'm taking it,' she said. "You think I'm going to ruin my 
marriage over one lousy picture and one small adultery?" 

"Ho," said Hammond. 

Chloe blushed deeper, gritted her teeth, but went on. "Your stupid 
picture-taking got us into this mess, George Coleman, so you must at least 
have the grace to help me out." 

"I could give this old bastard a couple of swift belts," said George. His 
outrage knew no bounds. 

"Sit down, George," said Chloe. "Let Mr. Hammond have his way. When he came 
up to me in the supermarket parking lot with your obscene picture I knew 
that it was his game." 

"Quite right, Chloe," smiled Hammond. "You're the victim of your own good 
looks. There's not another butt in Conniston that turns me on like yours. I 
never cared much for anal sex until I tried it out on one of those girls 
over in Lockwood one night. I still don't make a habit of it. But I simply 
couldn't pass up this sweet girl behind." He patted the naked cheeks making 
them quiver. "The best I ever saw. George, your Tip's is almost as good. You 
should fuck her ass if you haven't already." 

George just sat there, shaking his head. Hammond had completely flipped. He 
was unbelievable. 

Chloe's dark crack was completely greased now and Hammond started to dig his 
finger into her sphincter. The woman groaned and squirmed. 

"I'm going to stretch your anus, Mrs. Bridges," said Hammond. "Your sexy 
little glory hole has a lot of work to do tonight, since both George and I 
are going to assfuck you." 

"I WILL NOT!" roared George. 

"YOU WILL TOO!" screamed Chloe. 

"I will?" said George, astonished. 

"You got me into this mess," said Chloe. "You're going to do exactly what 
Charles says and get me out. If he wants you to bugger me, then you must do 
it. Or try. Do you think you could try? Sodomy isn't for everybody." 

"Why, I-I-yeah, sure, if you want-if you put it that way." 

"I want," said Chloe firmly. 

In truth George knew that he could. He thought Chloe Bridges had a fabulous 
ass and seeing her naked, exposed, did arouse him. But this was so weird! 

There was no time to discuss philosophy. Hammond's finger sunk deep between 
Chloe's buttocks and she made an animal sound of wounding. George almost 
died. Think of making such callous use of her body-and her courage to let 
him, to save her marriage. 

Hammond had said nothing about that other picture when Tip had sucked off 
her husband in the station wagon. Of course he wouldn't. If Chloe knew that 
Henry had also slipped into adultery she'd leap off the bed and kick Charles 
in the face. 

George could say it-and ruin this outrageous rape that Hammond had set up, 
that he'd be forced into by the woman herself. But some sixth sense told him 
not to. He admired Chloe who could handle her own adultery he knew. She 
might not handle Henry's. It was kinder to keep his mouth shut. It was an 
incredible situation. He had the knowledge to save the poor woman from this 
sexual outrage-but if he used it, he'd probably ruin her marriage, doing far 
more harm than her being sodomized. "What if-Hammond doesn't give up the 
picture even after this," said George. 

"Oh, I will, I assure you I will," Hammond said quickly. 

"Of course you will, Charles," said Chloe staring stonily ahead. "A game 
like this can only run once. If you try for more, I'd simply have to confess 
to Henry and take my chances. The one-time price is not too much. More would 
be too much." 

"There, you see?" said Hammond. "Everybody's happy." 

"Hah!" George exclaimed. 

"Owww," moaned Mrs. Bridges. 

Charles' finger slid into her gut, penetrating her asshole and she got the 
distraught feeling of being used sexually against her will by a male. What 
was worse, he played with the most tender and most private hole in her body 
which made her feel weak and inferior, like a child forced to an enema. How 
weird it was to have somebody else's finger up her asshole, feeling around 
in those super-tender areas! As long as she'd been married to Henry he'd 
never felt or fooled around with her rear hole. 

To some degree she was a fatalist. The minute she saw the blackmail picture 
she knew she'd have to do whatever Hammond wanted. She knew his reputation 
around town. At home she made an excuse about a sudden PTA meeting and came 
to his mansion, as ordered. It shocked her when she found out what Hammond 
really wanted-yet even then she quickly summed up the sexual distress of a 
few hours against a possible ruined marriage and decided to pay Hammond's 
price. 

The final surprise was that George was not in league with Hammond. George 
seemed protective of her; she appreciated that. In fact, she still turned on 
to him, so if he weren't a blackmail partner of Hammond's she might not mind 
too much another sex adventure with him. She was still puzzled as to how 
George could've taken the blackmail picture and yet not be teamed with 
Hammond, but there'd be no time to settle that the way things went. 

"That hurts - ohhh damn that hurts," she protested to Hammond. 

"Better a slim finger than a fat prick-at first," Hammond told her. 

"George said: "You're really gonna do it, Hammond!" 

"Of course I'm going to do it. Did you ever see such a butt on a woman? Look 
at the cream smoothness of her skin. Look at the perfect shape of her 
buttocks, the absolute circle, the curves under the hams, neat, like a 
couple of friendly smiles." He patted and squeezed her buttocks. "Firm, yet 
jellylike-with soft back thighs, gleaming-and that sexy crack, my finger 
inside of her gut ..." 

Hammond was on a trip. He leaned forward and kissed the woman's smooth 
mounds while he continued to work his finger inside of her. 

"Disgusting," groaned Chloe. "Oh, oh, oh." 

Then she arched up, her buttock and back thigh muscles tightening so they 
stood out in relief as she gave animal grunts. 

"Ahhh, DON'T," she begged. 

It was obvious that Hammond was impatient and worked her sphincter hard, 
making her muscle loosen and relax, taking away her voluntary control. 

"Open up, damn you bitch." 

"Hammond, dammit-" "It's all right," said Chloe quickly. But she shuddered. 

"Get ready," said Hammond. "You're going first." "WHY am I going first?" 

"Because I want to see a guy fucking into a woman's asshole. Because you'll 
stretch her nicely for me, as well as oil her gut for me." 

George stood and quickly undressed. Since Chloe wanted it, it was best to 
get on with it. In truth, he was hot, impressed with Hammond's litany of her 
charms and excitement about anal sex. As far as Chloe Bridges went, he was 
ready to fuck her, get sucked by her or even ride her ass any time of the 
day or night. 

Naked and hard, he got on the bed. Hammond handed him the vaseline so he 
could grease his prick which he did. He looked down on the victim and had to 
admit that he thrilled and tingled all over to have the chance to stick his 
cock in that sexy asshole. As Hammond said she was built just right, with 
full and deep buttocks without being fat. The taper of her back thighs and 
the sweet curve of her crack made him hot to violate her. 

"Are you ready, Chloe?" he asked. 

"Go ahead, George," she said. She gathered a pillow under her chest to hold 
on to. 

He canted her behind up and slid his prick between her buttocks. At once he 
felt her body heat and the slick, exciting oiled feeling of her well-greased 
crack. Her pucker looked pink, innocent, swollen, gleaming with the 
lubricant. He bent his prick down and notched' her asshole. He shoved. 

Her sphincter admitted him part way and then stiffly resisted. Hammond had 
opened her somewhat but not enough for the great size of his hard-on. 

"Uh," she went in a deep body groan. 

"Shove!" cried Hammond who stood back, watching. 

Figuring that it would be kinder to be cruel, George rammed at her hole. 

"AIEEEEEEEE!" she gasped. She felt the furious burn of the oversized prick 
stretching her sphincter to the limits as he violated her. Searing agony 
rushed up her belly. 

It was quite the opposite with George. Hammond had greased her intestine 
well, inside, so her ass passage was like a tighter, slicker cunt. His 
sensitive cock head felt the sweet pressure of her sphincter and then almost 
at once more hot pressure from the tight gut walls. He could look down and 
see her quiver as he penetrated into her loin mass, ramming deep up into her 
girl plumbing with that huge, threatening dagger. 

He almost spurted from the hot delight of the callous use of her soft, 
helpless gut. As he forced his cock deeper and deeper into her interior she 
squirmed and gasped, while those smooth, creamy buttocks flexed helplessly 
on his thighs to stop him and ease her pain. He understood then without 
wanting to be a rapist the primitive delight of humiliating another human's 
flesh when they were unable to stop him. 

"OH, BABY, I'M SORREEEE," he gasped. 

It didn't fool her. She sensed that his use of her anus gave his cock hot 
pleasure, the more since it caused her pain and embarrassed her. 

He leaned over her hips, caught her across the belly with his arms, forcing 
his cock to its depth in her butt, throbbing deliciously. At every point, 
tight woman's gut gripped his prick, burning it sweetly with interior body 
heat. He had unsealed her and was now locked into her to an incredible 
depth. 

"Oh, ah-ha, ha, ha," she grunted. The burn was fierce, and she felt an 
unpleasant fullness at this unnatural possession of her body. 

"Beautiful!" cried Hammond. "Now fuck her hot ass off!" 

Even though it felt great, George had no desire to bring her any more pain 
than he had to. He started a slow in and out fucking motion. She made it 
sexier by gasping and gripping down on his prick with her sphincter. 

He understood then that the outstroke thrilled her since that was the 
natural function of her bowel, and her desire to grip and hold with her 
muscle was the unconscious desire not to let anything slip out of her that 
wasn't supposed to. 

"Chloe, that does feel GREAT!" he told her. 

She began to get used to it. The pain dropped off. It felt weird, and, yes, 
even kind of sexy to feel his big blade grooving so deep in her body. Those 
mucoid tissues were capable of feelings of pleasure. She really dug George 
and didn't mind so much giving up her ass to him when neither of them could 
prevent it. 

The first pain of the stretch of her sphincter had been the worst. There was 
some pain at the unsealing of her walls, and some fright that his big club, 
which felt as large as a wooden fist, might tear into her vital parts and 
wreck some of her rather delicate plumbing. A human's organs were packed 
closely in that area. 

Yet that added to the excitement, the sense of playing with life and death, 
his big charger grooving up into her tenderest, most private parts, where 
the wrong twist might wound her. Yet he made love to her at the risk of 
germs on his part and the danger of ripping a delicate, important intestine 
wall on her part. The friction against her sphincter was really sweet now 
that it was finally relaxed, the pressure felt sexy. 

"You're fucking-my ass!" she said in great surprise. 

"Oh, baby, Hammond's right. To a guy it feels sexy." 

"Just beeeee-oh-be careful, George!' He said he would but she felt him 
rocking faster and faster into her anus as the pressure began to lift him to 
hot desire. She had to spread her legs wider and set herself against the 
swift strokes of his cock up her passage. 

So far George had concentrated on getting his pecker inside of her, savoring 
the exploration of the inside of her body in this unnatural sex, and getting 
used to the idea that he could take carnal knowledge of a woman in this 
fashion-and enjoy it. 

He discovered the rest of her body. He leaned over her back, pressing on the 
smooth skin, hugged her and rocked into her, catching her tits at the same 
time to fondle them and squeeze them as he took her. Front thighs to her 
back thighs, cock in her ass, her buttocks flexing on his front, her back 
plastered to his torso, he held the whole, bucking woman to him as he 
sodomized her. It was utterly delicious, holding her and making her take 
prick in her anus. 

"Chloe, sooo hot. Won't last long," he promised. 

Unconsciously he let go of one of her tits and brought a hand down to her 
cunt. He felt inside her empty cunt lips, found her clit and began to 
masturbate her. Her cunt was already hot and wet from the sexiness of her 
ass usage. She surged up against him and began to fuck back on his cock. 

"Oh, George. GEORGE! That's - greeeeat!" 

Her belly sang now. The prick in her butt didn't make that much difference. 
As a woman, she was built to suck cocks into her body, and once she got used 
to the socially disapproved penetration, her animal bitch took over. Now it 
was sweet and good, her rear hardened to the pillage, her cunt enormously 
stirred. 

"Go, Chloe, go," cried George, happy that she felt pleasure at last. 

"She likes it!" cried Hammond from the sidelines. 

She didn't like it that much, but she liked it. Her belly creamed and 
thrilled at the action, at his hug and the tight lock of their bodies, even 
at the deep, sexy friction in her gut. As if that wasn't enough, he gave her 
sweet joy by massaging one of her breasts. 

"George, Hammond's right. You can m-m-make me. 

"Oh, I want you, dear. I want to lay it deep in you." 

I told you!" cried Hammond. "Anyone with a sexy ass like that has to enjoy 
getting it reamed!" 

The lovers didn't hear him. He might as well not have been there. Chloe felt 
the erotic action along with George's intense desire for her lift her right 
up to cream time. They hung for long moments in exquisite, ramming 
fuck-action, his finger creeping up inside of her cunt. She expired 
suddenly, giving up her integrity and desire to hold on to her dignity in a 
rush of bitch joy. 

"Love your assfuck. LOOOVE IT!" she called. 

His prick drove her right off the edge of the earth. Her cunt seemed to 
swell and burn with hot desire. Her sphincter seemed to tighten. 

"AHHHHH, GOD!" she cried, driven to the sweet paralysis of taken woman. 

She burst in joy, her cunt going into spasms-only this time it was the 
sympathetic squeezes of her asshole that his cock felt. It was different, 
weird, totally sexual to feel the throbbing action of her sphincter on his 
shaft. 

He felt her body quivering and throbbing in its own submissive joy, with her 
hot response blowing his mind to think that he could fuck into her butt and 
still make her come like a wild bitch, even in unnatural sex. Maybe the 
various sex experts were right when they said there was nothing unnatural in 
sex between men and women as long as both enjoyed it. 

George thrilled right up to his glaze point, relishing the feel of her 
moist, supple nudity jerking in orgasm from his driving prick as she writhed 
helplessly under him. He went into a sublime glaze. 

"Oh, HEAVENNNNN!" he sang. 

He tensed. Everything arranged itself. Then came that succulent, aching 
first burst of male seed with the hot pleasure and relief that only sex 
could bring. 

Spurt. Deep in her guts, up her ass. Spurt, spurt, spurt. He cooed in 
pleasure to lay his sperm up in her body, and to feel the extra joy that his 
spurts brought- because she jerked and moaned in surprise at the feel of 
this sudden hot injection of male fluid into her loin mass. 

"GOING, ALLLLLL THE WAY," he panted passionately, letting everything burst. 
That was the high pleasure of orgasm, just letting your body blurt and 
express itself, muscles tuned down to put ejaculative force behind the 
spuming life-stuff. He felt as if he threw seed clear up to her stomach by 
this sexy reverse route. 

It felt so great to work off those high-spirited, joyous wet convulsions 
that shot hot stuff deep into his partner's body. Chloe sank under him, 
fucked out, as he finished his terrific run. They clung together for long, 
euphoric minutes before an impatient Charles finally broke them apart and 
George carefully withdrew his steaming, reddened blade from the girl gut, 
smeared with jism, vaseline and bowel juices, which stung, but his shaft 
felt saturated with glowing pleasure. He quickly went to the bathroom to 
wash and disinfect himself . . . 

To some degree they had the last laugh on Hammond. Chloe was over her shame 
and fear of anal penetration, her channel was swollen enough to take 
Hammond's prick without much pain and she was too sated with the pleasure of 
George's prick which took her anal virginity to care much about Hammond's 
action in her rear. Hammond snorted and quivered and finally spilled in her 
gut without exciting her very much or bringing her to orgasm. Afterwards he 
surrendered the picture and the negative with something of a pout, allowing 
them to go off into the night with a feeling that his desire to shock and 
hurt had failed . . . 

That was the week that Tip and George had their screaming argument. It was 
the day that George showed up with a small, nickel-plated revolver. 

"We," he said, "are going to have to cool Mr. Charles Hammond for keeps." 

She stared at him in horror. "NO! We're already in too deep, and we'd never 
get away with it. I could never kill anyone." 

"Tip, that old man is slowly going off his rocker. He keeps doing wilder and 
wilder things-in the end he's going to kill us if we don't kill him." 

"Come off it, George. "You couldn't commit a murder. He has something on 
you, doesn't he, and it's driving you crazy." 

"Yes, he has something on me and it's heavy-very heavy. I'm just saying 
we'll have to scare him, and if that fails-" "Get rid of that thing. This 
isn't TV. Forget it." 

"He has something on you, Tip, and you'll beg and crawl on your belly, 
thinking you can keep him at bay. You won't. He's gone insane. It'll come 
down to him or us . . . Want to tell me what he has on you?" 

"No. Do you want to tell me what he has on you?" 

"No." 

The battle went on from there, George shouting, she screaming. She tried to 
kick him and missed, he swung at her and missed. She tore out of the office, 
weeping and sunk in despair. There were lots of calls she should make that 
night, to buyers that wanted houses, to sellers that wanted their houses 
listed. She went home to her lonely apartment instead and fixed herself a 
drink. She didn't feel like eating. She didn't feel like anything-she was 
aware that Hammond had well-nigh destroyed Col-May Real Estate. The drive 
was gone, the excitement and the concentration necessary to succeed in such 
a people-oriented business. 

She feared George was right-oh, not about killing Hammond but about taking 
more desperate measures than they had. She'd wracked her brains for weeks 
with dozens of schemes for stopping him. She studied it from every angle, 
but all she came up with were wishful fantasies or impractical schemes. 

One of their salesmen had gone back to Hammond Real Estate, the other good 
one threatened to. That left four neophytes who were learning the trade, a 
slow, hard process. Fall approached. A few more weeks of this and Col-May 
might as well close its doors. 

The phone rang-it was Hammond who asked her to come up to his house. He 
wanted her to meet a loan officer of a Savings and Loan Bank that they did 
business with. Hammond wanted to impress the man. 

Hammond had forced additional sex on her since that time in the cabin with 
two men. Once it had been only a handjob with an old guy Hammond was trying 
to get a listing from. Once she'd had to suck a buyer in an empty house. 
Another time she'd had to suck Hammond himself on a day when he seemed 
especially wild. At that point she closed the iron door. She told him no 
more sex, no matter what. 

"I won't come up there, Charles. I won't meet you and Stanley Potter in town 
either. I'm tired and depressed. I'm in my apartment and I'm going to bed 
early." 

"Potter's lively company, Tip. He-" "No more sex, Charles. Not with you or 
any of your friends. I've told you that and I mean it. Sex is over, Kaput." 

"Tip, you forget there're things about you I know." 

"I'm calling your bluff, Charles. I'll risk going back to California and 
prison before I put out for you again." 

She hung up with a great deal of satisfaction. Maybe she should've done that 
long ago. It never paid to kowtow to bullies. She went to bed and went to 
sleep, feeling better than she had in a long time . . . 

Tip awoke with a start to find two men standing by the side of her bed. It 
was surely past midnight. She sat up in fright and opened her mouth to 
scream. One of them thrust something strange in her mouth and all of a 
sudden her scream was muffled. 

Each man held a shoulder as they threaded her arms behind her back. There 
was a metallic 'click' and she felt cold steel pinioning her wrists. They 
pulled the covers back and each caught one of her kicking legs. In seconds 
her ankles were bound, with her legs wide apart. Then the light went on. 

One of her assailants was Hammond, of course. He stood grinning down at her 
and she squirmed. She had a need to squirm, because Tip always slept naked, 
and she was fully exposed, breast, and cunt, to the men with her legs tied 
apart. 

She recognized the tall, lanky man as Stanley Potter, the new loan officer 
at Canal-Conniston Savings and Loan, a man Hammond wanted to impress. 

"Are you sure she doesn't mind?" asked Stanley, blinking through his 
glasses. 

"Stan, this kid loves it. Those handcuffs are my nickel-plated specials that 
the boys gave me when I left the County years ago. I've had her cuffed a 
dozen times." 

Stan leaned over and peered into her face. 

"You've got a regular ball gag there in your mouth, Miss. It's quality 
stuff. Just suck on that ball, you'll see how good it is." 

"Mmmmrrrrrrr," she went. 

"We had to use ordinary men's neckties on your ankles," said Stanley. "Next 
week I'm getting a real leather ankle lock from Chicago with a stainless 
steel spread bar. You'll like that." 

"She loves anything kinky," said Hammond. "Once she made me bring her two 
men up to the cabin so she could eat 'em both at once." 

Potter nodded. "She's a beautiful doll. Ordinary sex doesn't go with your 
good-lookers. They can have all that they want." 

He watched her buck her torso, scowling and gargling into her gag. The round 
ball pressed down on her tongue and made speech impossible. The sounds she 
made sounded horrible-as if her tongue had been cut out. 

"You sure she likes surprises, Charles?" asked Potter. 

"LOVES IT," said Charles. "I've sneaked into her bedroom and grabbed her a 
hundred times like this." 

At first Tip had felt scared out of her wits. Then she'd gotten mad as she 
was expertly manhandled and trussed-using Hammond's memorial handcuffs she 
remembered seeing hanging on the mansion walls. Now she felt outraged-with a 
sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. George was right. Hammond was 
perfectly comfortable with his lies, and he had the coolness of a madman to 
bring a near-stranger into her bedroom as a-what? Rapist. 

"Doesn't she have a great body?" asked Hammond, kneeling to stroke her. 

"Fabulous, indeed," said the scholarly Potter. "I'll admit I'm hostile to 
good-looking women. Probably that goes back to high school when they ignored 
me all the time." 

Both men took positions on the edge of her bed, one on each side of her. 
Warm, male hands stroked her nude body. Different hands took each breast, 
and she got the odd feeling of sexual stimulation over fear. 

It was crazy. She began to sweat and her skin began to feel velvety and 
sensitive. She'd never been restrained before in the service of sex. It blew 
her mind. Sucking on that ridiculous ball in her mouth, she began to feel 
dizzy. What in the name of heaven did they plan to do to her? 

The hands titillated and worked her nipples until they were exquisitely hot 
and sensitive. She felt moisture on her brow. Then the hands moved down her 
body, over the soft ribcage, down over her belly ... to her pubic hairs, 
where they curled and twined her muff. 

Charles bowed to his visitor. 

"After you, Potter." 

Potter felt into her cunt like a doctor taking her pulse. She gasped and 
strained up, digging her heels into the mattress as she felt his fingers 
invade her sex organ and stroke. 

"Like velvet," said Potter. "She wets fast. A fecund female." 

"I like that, Stan. Means fertile, doesn't it?" 

Stan nodded and surrendered her cunt to Hammond who felt up into it in his 
turn-just as if she wasn't there. Once more she had to gasp and strain up as 
she felt thrills of sexuality over her reluctance. 

Potter pulled Charles' hand free. 

"We didn't come here for ordinary stuff," he told Hammond, "let's not waste 
time with that." 

He reached into his coat pocket and produced-a feather. It was the largest 
feather she'd ever seen. 

"Did you know I can make you go to orgasm just with this, Miss?" he asked. 

She glared and shook her head, but it made no difference to him. He 
proceeded to drag the feather on her cunt, to twist and twine it this way 
and that. He told her it was a choice turkey feather and would give her a 
greater thrill than any young man's penis. 

For a few seconds it was just an annoyance. It tickled some and made her 
jump. She was more worried about those loads of jism she feared they'd pump 
into her. But then her clit began to act. Her cunt swelled up and produced 
sweet girl oils. As they flowed towards that damnable feather and out of her 
lips, Potter wet his fingers and rubbed her sex oils on her nipples. The 
stuff felt warm and she could smell her own musk. 

"Women love to have warm oils on their nipples," Potter told Hammond. "Some 
can come just from that." 

Her breath began to come in regular gasps. In spite of herself her loins 
began to make fuck motions against that crazing feather. He teased her with 
it both with the nib and the edge, so that soon she felt a tickle all 
through her belly that was becoming erotic. It was a persistent, light 
stroke that made her clit want more. 

"MMMRAWRRRRRR," she complained. 

"Let me suck her," begged Hammond. "I could eat that sweet girl cunt right 
out of her sexy body. This blonde turns me on like crazy." 

"No, no, no, that's too common," said Potter. 

Hammond muttered something, jumped up and began to undress. Potter used his 
feather and she grunted now and fucked up against the tease instrument as if 
she had to have it against her clit or die. She was really hot, as hot as 
she'd ever been-and humiliated to feel so. 

Potter now produced a vibrator, an ordinary white plastic cock-shaped 
vibrator from his pocket, turned it on and used it on her cunt in place of 
the feather. 

She almost died in relief. The solid, buzzing device was heaven! She 
practically sucked it into her cunt, plunging wildly on its sturdy reality 
to cure the crazed, titillating tickle in her belly that drove her out of 
her mind. 

"Mwr, mwr, mwr," she grunted over her ball gag. 

"No, no, no, dear girl. We can't let you have an orgasm this soon," laughed 
Potter. 

He pulled out the vibrator which glistened with her rich belly juices, and 
then joined Hammond in stripping. Hammond was hard as a rock, but Potter's 
long prick remained soft, dangling. 

"What can I do?" asked Hammond. 

"What do you want to do?" 

"FUCK HER. WHAT ELSE?" 

"Quite out of the question, my dear Hammond. Too common. Unless-you could 
masturbate between her breasts if you want. That's not too ordinary. 

"I'll watch for a while," said Hammond sullenly. 

"I really appreciate your letting me use your whore," said Potter. "Are you 
sure, though, she enjoys this?" 

"She's been looking forward to it, my dear Stanley. Keeps asking me how soon 
you'd come over." 

Potter smiled and produced a small white candle from a pocket. He lit it and 
brought it before her dazed, stunned face. She'd fallen off her sex high. 
She did not like the looks of this female torture. 

"Warm, huh?" he said. 

He brought the flame close to her flesh, at her cheeks, down at her breasts. 
She knew he wasn't going to burn her, but tied up like this, helpless, she 
felt a sex tingle wherever that bright yellow flame approached her body. 

He turned it sideways-and introduced it, still lighted, into her cunt. She 
felt the heat on both her inner thighs and quickly widened her legs. She 
could stare down her body and see the glare of the hot flame over the line 
of her rounded pelvic ridge, and she strained up in horror. 

As he worked the butt end up her cunt the flame came closer and closer to 
her pubic hair and flesh. The barrel of the candle unsealed her cunt walls 
like a cock, greasy and slick, and she had to give a muffled cry of fear-yet 
at the same time it was intensely sexual to see that candle working in and 
out of her body, the flame ever closer. 

"Do you think you could get hot enough and excite yourself enough to 
extinguish the flame with your cunt juices, dear?" he asked with a smile. 

"Mm-ooooo," she went, shaking her head furiously. My God, that flame would 
sear her tender, pink sex organ. 

He laughed. "Well, we'll play a different game." 

He pulled the candle out of her cunt and held it over her belly. At first 
she was puzzled. Then she jumped as hot, melted wax ran off the candle to 
land on her navel. She wanted to scream-yet she realized this really wasn't 
dangerous. A thousand times as a kid she'd turned a candle on its side and 
let the hot wax run on her skin where it dried, cooled and hardened. 

When there was a small lake of molten wax covering her navel he set the base 
of the candle on it. As she'd done herself a thousand times, he made the 
candle stick, sitting in its own cooling wax. How silly could you get. There 
she lay with that candle jutting up from her belly. 

He reintroduced the vibrator into her cunt. 

"Now as you twist and go, you're going to have to watch that candle flame, 
aren't you," he told her. "If you fuck the vibrator too fast the candle tips 
over and you get a nasty burn. Then I snatch it up and we have to start all 
over again-except that each time you get a nasty burn. Now, dear, I want you 
to fuck your vibrator real SLOW, real EASY." 

And he plunged the buzzing fake cock into her vagina. She started to come up 
with the thrill of it, and at the same time, watched the candle in desperate 
fear as she undulated her belly. The candle wavered from her gyrating middle 
and she gave a muffled cry of horror and sweated. Talk about your crazies! 
This was the worst she'd ever been put through. 

She tried to hold herself still and ignore the vibrator, hoping that by mind 
control she could turn off the hot signals that shot up from her clit. It 
was like trying to tie down a roaring engine. That vibrator in his expert 
hand rode her clit sweetly and fucked deep into her cunt, all the time 
buzzing and thrilling her out of her skin. 

She gave a couple of involuntary jerks-then she dug her heels into the bed 
and began to fuck the vibrator like a crazy woman as the candle jiggled 
wildly on her belly. The human female body was too cleverly designed for 
passionate movement to resist the sexy stimulation of the machine. 

"You got her going-really going!" sang out Hammond who watched the whole 
exercise with saucer eyes. This bank loan officer was something else again. 

Tip no longer cared what the two men thought or did. Hammond was merely a 
white, nude shadow off to one side. Potter jiggled in a strange way, but all 
her attention was devoted to the wild feelings that swept up from her taken 
cunt through her belly and throughout her body. 

Never had she concentrated so hard to accomplish two important tasks at 
once-one, to satisfy the incredible burn of sex desire the vibrator set up 
in her, two-to save her smooth, exposed belly from a burning by that candle. 

The hotter she got, the more she jiggled. The more she jiggled the more that 
evil, yellow flame quivered. 

"More, fuck me OHH," she went, twisting, sweating suffering even as sublime 
delight suffused her whole body. She was fucked! 

"Look at her go. She's gotta burn her belly up!" cried Hammond. 

"Uh, uh, uh," answered Potter. 

The flames of sexuality roaring in her were five times or fifty times the 
small steady flame atop her navel. She grunted up to her pig-like (she felt)
 glory, locking her buttocks at the top of each thrust in the air, as if a 
hot male held her and reamed her with his hard cock. The candle wobbled 
wildly. 

Then it was too late. 

"RRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM," she went and closed her eyes and surrendered to the 
massive streaks of orgasm that shook her. She could no longer worry about 
candles and flames. The whole world was one roaring, relieving, surging sea 
of pleasure as she paid off to the vibrator. CLIP, CLIP, CLIP. 

"NRRRWARRRRRRRRRR," she gasped behind her ball gag. 

Sweet throbs of ecstasy burned off the hot passion that had somehow 
accumulated in this weird sex scene. She opened her eyes. Even as she 
spasmed off quakes of pure, golden delight, she saw the candle start to 
topple. Nothing-nothing at all was going to save her from being burned. The 
candle rocked-wavered-started to topple. In her bound condition there was 
absolutely nothing she could do but take it. She was lost in her pleasure 
surges, helpless. The men wouldn't help her- "AHHH-SEXXXXY!" cried Potter. 

Just as the candle rocked over and fell-a greasy loop of male jism shot like 
water from a hose across her belly, splatted on the candle. The flame 
hissed, started to die, then flared up again as it toppled towards her 
smooth flesh. 

"UNK!" 

Another spurt of flung semen shot out over her belly, zapped the candle 
flame directly and the flame went out with a furious hiss of disappointment. 
The candle fell on her belly, rolled. The only warmth she felt was the 
body-hot come of Stanley Potter that had extinguished the flame. Spurt 
followed spurt, flying greasily across the candle, splatting on her belly. 
His silken jism pooled over the hardened wax, ran down her side in a 
tickling dribble. The man had a gallon in him. 

Tip grunted out the last of her own orgasm, astounded by the way the 
masturbating older man had timed his shots to save her belly. Then her 
orgasm was over and so was his. She fell back on the bed and closed her 
eyes, too exhausted for the moment to do more than wonder at such a weird 
guy. 

She heard Hammond's question: "But-don't you want to fuck our luscious 
friend here?" 

"Me?" said Potter. "Absolutely not! I'm a married man. I don't play around." 

Minutes later when she opened her eyes he had dressed, gathered candle and 
feather and gone to the door. "I really enjoyed our half hour together, 
Miss," h smiled down at her like a kindly, harmless uncle. He turned to 
Hammond. "Good night, Charles. Thank you for the loan of your whore. You may 
count on the most favorable terms from me on your future house loans . . . 
Oh, you'll probably want to use the ball gag for a while. I'll leave it with 
you, but I want it back. Just drop it by the office, in a plain brown sack 
if you don't mind." He was gone. 

"What a nut," Hammond said, coming to the bed. He still had his enormous 
hard-on. "Imagine finding a creep like that just moving into Conniston. 
What's the world coming to?" 

And then there's you, thought Tip bitterly. 

Hammond threw himself onto the bed with zest. 

"I've always wanted to fuck a tied-up girl," he exulted. "I never had the 
chance, never had the nerve." 

There was no way she could stop his fucking her. Her legs were already open. 
It didn't amount to much. She was still relaxed from her last orgasm and so 
spun out by the wild past hour that she hardly felt his digging and sawing. 

He seemed to be in way out, but he'd been too excited by seeing her nude and 
helpless, and watching Potter play with her. He fucked into her wet, open 
cunt for less than thirty strokes, froze, cried: "WOW! GONE!" 

Then he spurted hot jism into her cunt, but it still wasn't as sexy as the 
dried wax and dried semen that Potter had left her with. She ignored his 
lustful jerks and gasps and accepted his huge liquid deposit stoically. 

Maybe George was right. Maybe it would come down to that little revolver 
after all 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The merger of Hammond Real Estate and Col-May took place the very next week. 
All Charles said was "I insist" and it was up to Tip and George. They both 
decided that if they were ever going to get clear of Hammond they had a 
better chance working in his office, watching him close up, looking for 
chinks in his armor. 

It was somehow ironic that Conniston took the move as a defeat for Charles 
Hammond, who was old and slow and out-hustled by the youngsters. The town 
saw it as a face-saving move on the part of a stogy old man whose time was 
past. They thought that Tip and George were the real power in the new 
'Hammond Associates'. 

So Tip and George closed the makeshift, brightly lit hodgepodge of offices 
they'd occupied and moved into the hushed, bank-like precincts of Charles 
large office. The entire staff came with them; there was no place else to 
go. Old Doc Wickersham just wasn't in the race. 

In one sense Tip and George were the heart of the operation-Hammond was 
disinclined to do much work. He floated in late and left early. Why not? He 
got a generous slice of all business without lifting a finger. 

After the sadistic handcuff episode, Tip didn't think she could ever stomach 
even seeing Charles again-yet that same night she got the beginnings of a 
new idea that might work out. It excited her so much that she kept it to 
herself to check it out, not even telling George. 

The one person Tip liked of the Hammond crew was the part-time girl, young 
Crissy Griswold. A natural friendship flowered within a few days. To Crissy, 
Tip was an older sister she'd never had. To Tip, Crissy was a veritable 
fountain of inside information on the people of Conniston. 

They talked a great deal; they had lunch together whenever Tip had no 
business dates. Therefore when Crissy showed up at Tip's apartment one night 
about dinner time about a week after the merger, Tip wasn't surprised. 

Crissy had two suitcases with her-she also had the wide-eyed look she got 
when she was stunned. Crissy wasn't the sort to show much emotion. 

"My father kicked me out," she announced simply. 

"You poor darling!" cried Tip. She hugged the girl and brought her inside. 

In their talks Crissy had hinted darkly at an incest problem; now Tip was 
positive that it had come to a head. Tip could certainly sympathize with the 
young girl's agony because women understood best of all the horror of being 
sexually approached by a revered father. 

Crissy leveled with Tip as she told her how her father's interest in sex 
with the girl had built. He wanted Crissy's maidenhead to the point that it 
had become an obsession. Crissy had lost her virginity a short while before, 
but had been able to conceal that from her father until today. 

Today he'd made a flat-out approach, learned his daughter was no longer a 
virgin and had exploded. 

"I'm not going back," said Crissy, her sensitive mouth set in a firm line. 

"Of course not, dear," said Tip. "You can stay here tonight. You can stay 
here several days if you want. Maybe even longer. There's only one bedroom, 
but we can work something out." 

Crissy hugged her in appreciation. She had a sometime boyfriend, Bud Alston, 
a young deputy sheriff, but Tip judged Crissy wasn't quite ready to fall 
into his arms. Just the same it was a good thing that her first seducer was 
a lawman, Tip thought, in case the father wanted to make trouble. It wasn't 
the time to query the shaken-up girl on that. 

She calmed Crissy down, fed her a tuna sandwich and made her feel at home. 
However, that wasn't the end of the young girl's surprises. 

After they'd talked out the first crisis, Crissy pulled a nickel-plated 
revolver out of her purse. 

"Did you know your partner, George Coleman had this?" 

"Great Scott, Crissy. How'd you get that?" "Something funny happened last 
night about sundown. Charles and George were in Charles' office. They had a 
shouting fight. Then Charles left and I went into his office to get some 
papers. George was in the office standing by the window. He had this gun. He 
pointed it at Charles down there on the parking lot. I could see Charles 
walking to his car down below. There was George, standing at the window. He 
looked murderous. He took out this gun and pointed it at Mr. Hammond. He 
fired it too-except there was only a 'click'. No bullets." 

Tip could only stare at Crissy in horror. She hadn't realized how tight 
things were between George and Charles. 

"You really don't like Charles, do you?" said Crissy. "I mean both of you. 
You're really his enemy." 

"I-I-yes, Crissy. Everybody thinks we're giving him a bad time. I'm afraid 
it's the other way around." 

"That's good," said Crissy. "I hate him too. I got a part-time job in his 
office so I could kill him." 

"KILL HIM?" 

"I'm really going to get him, Tip, for something he did to my family. I 
swear I am! I've just been building up a friendship with him for that. I 
don't want to talk about it now, but I'm glad you and George are his 
enemies. We're sort of on the same team." 

Tip had to allow for the girl's youth-her melodramatics. It really didn't 
surprise her, though, to find out that Charles had other enemies in 
Conniston. It would be strange if he didn't. From that point forward she 
felt very close to Crissy. In due time she'd hear the full story. 

Tip's mind was filled with too many ideas to think much about house-keeping 
arrangements. She mentioned something to Crissy about the girl making a bed 
on the living room sofa until they could pick up a rollaway bed. Apparently 
Crissy didn't hear that-when Tip came out of the bath after her shower, 
Crissy had snuggled down in Tip's bed. 

"This is great!" sighed Crissy. "I've never had a big sister to sleep with." 
She wiggled her toes in delight while her big, dark eyes, usually sad, 
glowed. Somehow with the long, flowing black hair that was waist length, 
with that fine, white skin and the large, sad eyes Crissy managed to look 
innocent, lovely and remote all at the same time. Maybe it was the way she 
had the covers pulled up primly to her chin. 

Tip's heart went out to her. She decided to say nothing about her preference 
to sleep alone. She got into bed gingerly, giving Crissy plenty of room. She 
certainly didn't want the young girl to think tht Tip desired to touch her 
body. Tip did have the wicked thought that the young deputy must've really 
enjoyed that slim, elegant body. Crissy was cute, no denying that! 

Tip laid awake for a long time, things churning around in her head-about 
Crissy and her father, about the gun and George-she was glad Crissy had 
stolen it from George's desk after seeing that scene in the office-she'd 
really have to check George out on that. Then there was the matter of her 
plan- She dozed. She had sexy erotic dreams-of touching silken flesh of 
wanting to kiss and hug, of hot desire rising in her cunt, making it wet, of 
feeling a deep, mysterious urge for sex that excited her. The faces of her 
male lovers spun in front of her-Henry Bridges, Terence Shaw, Everett Noll- 
She came awake to find Crissy Griswold pressed against her. A young beauty 
whose body was naked. There was the softest imaginable film over her face, a 
gauze that was a film of Crissy's fine black hair. The night light was on. 
Crissy kissed her shoulders and throat, that warm wet little mouth 
sensitizing her flesh. Crissy had turned her so they faced. Her slim belly 
rested against Tip's and Tip felt a devilish, tantalizing pressure of a 
moving pelvis nudging hers. "Oh!" she gasped. 

"I hope you like girl sex," murmured Crissy in a low voice. "You're so 
delicious, I just couldn't help touching you." 

"G-g-girl sex?" gasped Tip. She wasn't fully awake yet. 

"It's really fun," said Crissy. "Before I lost my virginity I used to do it 
a lot. I'd stay at some friend's house-Sue or Margery-and we'd whip up a 
storm." 

"Oh, Crissy, noooo," wailed Tip. 

"I'll bet you're hot in bed-with women as well as men," said Crissy quite 
calmly. "I'm going to kiss you on the mouth." 

She put her hand behind Tip's head to hold it still. She pressed velvety 
young lips on Tip's, wet and hot, the breath very sweet. Tip had to gasp. 

"Crissy, that's LESBIAN!" she protested. 

"Isn't it great?" asked Crissy. 

Her hand dropped to cuddle and fondle Tip's breast inside her nylon nightie. 
Tip felt a rush of sexuality to her nipple as it hardened. The hot mouth 
fixed on hers again. Her heart pumped, her cunt burned, her nipple glowed as 
the young woman burrowed against her lips, flicking a sharp little tongue 
seductively into her mouth. 

Tip drew back with a gasp. 

"Crissy, we CAN'T do this!" The girl had caught her with her defenses down. 

"Why not? Guys do anything they want with their big old cocks. I know now 
how great regular sex is. But a little girl fun-it's only like masturbation. 
It doesn't hurt." 

"I've never touched a woman!" "Tip, come on. I'll bet you've seen a few 
you'd like to touch." 

Crissy's warm body flowed along hers creating a companionable heat. Her 
small pear-sized breasts pressed suggestively into Tip's big ones, and Tip 
felt those explicit, big girl nipples. The smooth, taut belly pressed 
confidently on her own-and Crissy kept up that naughty pelvic gyration that 
excited her cunt. 

"Maybe I have but that's--wrong!" gasped Tip. 

"Some of my girl friends and I thought so too. But we experimented. Sue and 
Margery weren't virgins like me. Sue's nineteen, Margery twenty. They've 
been with lots of guys. They say it doesn't matter. They say the more you 
love, the better you get. Nobody gets enough love on this earth." 

Tip reluctantly pulled away from the naked girl. She was still shocked at 
the eighteen year old's bold approach to her. She was far too excited, 
really, but she couldn't blame herself for that. When you were asleep and 
your guard was down you could be easily stimulated by anyone. 

"Crissy, I just can't make love to another woman," said Tip, feeling more in 
control. "I hear your arguments-you could say the same for dope. It's your 
own body-nobody has to know-your body is made for fun-love is necessary. But 
it's hard enough loving men let alone getting into tangles with women." 

"You're so beautiful. You ought to be giving love several times a day to 
lots of people. A sort of divine obligation to pay for all your good looks. 
To be beautiful and hold it back is a sin to me.' ' "Then I'm sinful," 
laughed Tip. Now that the danger was past, she saw the humor of it-this 
big-eyed small town girl so bold and certain, coming on to the older, 
sophisticated California woman. 

"All right," said Crissy. "Just let me get it off once. I won't ever bother 
you again. I swear it." "G-get it off?" 

Crissy moved over and eased her slim, naked body on top of Tip's. She seemed 
extremely girlish pressed on top of Tip's mature twenty-eight year old 
charms. At eighteen a woman's body was normally not as lush as later-her 
charms were incredibly taut and dainty. 

Crissy's warmth enveloped Tip. She pressed her cunt on Tip's rounded pelvic 
bone. 

"I can do it this way. You don't have to do a thing." Those slim loins began 
to move in sweet, supple rhythm. Tip felt Crissy's small cunt, wet and hot, 
through her nightie, riding on the bone, pressing, lips opening, girl honey 
staining her pajamas. 

"Crissy, I-I-" Those big dark eyes peered deeply into hers. 

"Are you afraid, Tip?" Crissy taunted her. "Maybe you can't let me even have 
one little trip for fear it would ruin you. Maybe you really are lesbian and 
are afraid to let it out. You know, if you're really secure, you could let a 
silly, young girl have her way just once." 

Tip had to grin at that. Crissy had all the approaches. The dainty face was 
inches from hers, soft cheeks glowing, eyes sparkling, lips ripe and wet. 
The little devil was really sexed up-and lovely. 

Tip wasn't worried about her own sexuality. It was a little embarrassing, in 
fact, to feel the warm, nude feminine body on top of hers. 

"The old cornball challenge routine, huh, Cris? Well, I'll give you a 
cornball answer, young girl. If it means so much to you, plunge away. I 
could read a newspaper while you grunt, pant, growl, sweat and gasp. You 
want to use my pelvic bone? Go ahead. Shall I remove my pajamas so they 
don't get wet? I might take cold!" 

The irony and levity missed Crissy who already bucked on her belly, eyes 
serious. 

"Yeah, yeah, Tip. Take off your pants. That would be better." 

Off came Tip's pajama pants. Then she said, "what the hell" and removed her 
top too, exposing her tits. She arranged herself and pulled the slim figure 
on top of hers. 

"Okay, lesbian, go ahead and lez," she laughed. 

Crissy wasted no time in going into her act. Her hot mouth plunged down on 
Tip's nipples, while her loins dragged luscious strokes on Tip's belly. 
Tip's own cunt felt hot streaks of pleasure, transmitted from the other 
body. Crissy's warm girl fluids seemed to pour over her pubic hairs and down 
on her box. The girl went quickly to passion, moaning. She lacked 
inhibitions, that was for sure! 

Tip felt a sex blush rise to her cheeks. The nipple-sucking was magnificent. 
The girl knew just how hard to do it, how to use her tongue, how to use her 
warm saliva, how to nip, nibble and tongue, not only on Tip's hard nipples 
but around the fullness of the rich globes, down in the cleavage, up to the 
hollow of her throat, around Tip's jaw-line. 

When those petal like lips again approached her mouth, Tip, still smiling, 
accepted the French girl kiss. Sure, there'd be beginning thrills. My 
goodness, she could stimulate herself by rubbing her breasts and her cunt. 
It would soon get boring. 

The soft mouth pressed her. She opened her lips to admit the questing, hot 
tongue. Crissy was a little wild now, kissing with abandon, sucking saliva, 
licking the roof of Tip's mouth, and even sucking Tip's tongue into her own 
lush mouth. 

Tip thrilled. Her heart began to pound. She ran her hands into Crissy's 
long, black hair that fascinated her so much. She swirled that treasure of 
hair about her own face, her head, losing herself in the rich scalp smell, 
the mass of soft hair cutting off the light so they were lost in a private, 
hot-kissing world. 

Her own loins began to move. The pinioning effect of Crissy's open-lipped 
cunt moved Tip's parts and she got clit thrills. 

"Preee-pretty good-" Tip gasped as she came up for air after the hot 
kissing. "Really - kind of-sexy. Oh, oh." 

"We can fuck. Say we can girl fuck," begged Crissy, beside herself with 
excitement. "I've so admired your body. You have the right aura. You're so 
beautiful. I want-you-" It was as crazy and weird as anything that had 
happened to Tip in Conniston. She ran her hands down the sweet slope of 
Crissy's naked back, savoring the smooth, young flesh, the tautness. She got 
a glimmering of what men felt when they caressed a dainty, female body. She 
ran her hands up on Crissy's firm little buttocks and squeezed and kneaded 
those sexy mounds. 

She felt inside Crissy's crack, boldly touching the asshole pucker, feeling 
the sweat and girl juices running freely. She long-fingered into Crissy's 
cunt on the back edge. 

"Oh, that's it!" cried Crissy. "I LOVE THAT!" 

Tip realized with a rush of pleasure that she'd never felt inside of another 
woman's cunt. It was forbidden, it was repulsive. In her sexed up state it 
was a delicious opportunity. She hitched the slim body up and dug a finger 
into the girl's box, spreading the legs for access. 

She felt warm, sweating velvet, and a tight little tunnel, so much like her 
own and yet so different. 

"Ohhh, Crissy!" she gasped. She found the girl's clitoris and jacked her 
off. 

"YOU-FUCKING MEEE," cried Crissy happily. 

She rode those penetrating fingers hungrily-they were much more effective 
than rubbing on a pelvis. 

"Well, Crissy, we're in for it," laughed Tip. She felt hot with desire now, 
ready to try anything. Why not? She could search the town and never find a 
sexier bed-mate than Crissy. She felt blameless. It wasn't as if she'd 
seduced the youngster. Crissy had started it all. Crissy had done it before 
with others, Crissy would do it again with others. It was secret, 
lascivious, delicious and different. Once in a lifetime could hardly ruin 
her set sex patterns. 

The thoughts tumbled randomly through her head. All the time it was feeling, 
pure feeling, the girl's hot love for her, the girl's hangup on her body, 
and her desire to let this poor, misguided orphan into a little bubble of 
happiness that was her power to give. 

"How do we-get the most-out of it?" asked Tip. 

Crissy broke the action to fall back, gasping. Her whole belly was smeared 
with girl love juices. Her small breasts looked wounded, red, and her 
nipples glowed to a fierce pink. Tip could see the fast heart thudding 
against Crissy's rib cage. 

"We suck. A mouth's more intimate and close than fingers. I'll love you all 
over and end up eating your sex. I'll swing around and give you my sex-if 
you can take it." 

"Go, go, go, girl!" 

Tip lay back on the bed to savor the sweetest sex trip she'd enjoyed in a 
long, long time. Crissy spent no time on her mouth-both girls' lips were 
already chapped from the hot vigor of the earlier kisses. She worked around 
Tip's throat, licking, kissing and nibbling as she found shiver-points that 
thrilled the blonde. 

Once again she ate Tip's big breasts, murmuring her pleasure. 

"Tip, you've got such great ones. You ought to be a movie star." 

"At least I've got that. Oh, oh, oh-feels GREAT! You know-how-to do it-just 
right." 

As Crissy kissed across Tip's belly her fingers snaked through blonde pubic 
hairs to begin doing a job on that swollen, pink cunt. Questing fingers 
circled and probed, setting Tip on fire. She felt hot rushes of sex desire 
sear in her belly. How that girl could finger-ride her clit! 

"Honey-you-driving me crazy!" 

Tip had to lift her loins and buck at this expert, erotic treatment. Flames 
of passion rose and rose in her, as she began to sweat. Crissy kissed on 
down her body, almost inch by inch. As that hot mouth-tongue, 
breath-approached Tip's sex center she began to thrill with greater 
anticipation. It would be like when a guy opened you up with his dong. 
Imagine-lying her in her bed, having her cunt hot-sucked by a sexy young 
girl. 

Crissy was at her pubic hairs, wetting them with her tongue. She was on the 
soft skin of Tip's inner thighs. Tip thought she'd explode with desire to 
have that devil tongue digging into the soft mass of her cunt. 

"Eat me. EAT ME!" she begged. 

Contact. AT LAST! 

"HAH!" went Tip, thrilled so hard she shivered. "HAH-I'M FUCKED!" 

She felt it all-the hot wet tongue invading her cunt lips, the sudden, 
exciting suction, giving sweet pull-down pressure on her vagina, the wild 
nibbling of teeth on that ultra-sensitive cunt flesh-and firm even contact 
right on her clitoris. A clitoris to a female was what a man's cock head was 
to a male, the pleasure nerve mass that was so rich that the contact crazed 
one. 

Tip dug her heels into the bed and rocked up, hunkering, bucking. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. Sweeeeet. Love it." 

Crissy put a firm hand on Tip's belly just above her pubic hairs. She pulled 
up the skin from the bone, tightening Tip's cunt. She pierced Tip's lips 
again and again with a wounding tongue. The sensation was incredible-like 
having a dozen different cocks probe her box again and again. 

"HAH. Oh, oh, oh. HAH!" went Tip. 

Next came Crissy's skillful fingers, tunneling in right next to her tongue, 
pressing back cunt walls, reaming up into Tip's magic passage. The 
combination of tongue on clit, fingers fucking into her was sublime. 

"Ahhh, meee, coo-can't stand THISSSSS!" hissed Tip shivering, but standing 
it very well. Relishing it. Adoring it. 

Her bigger body was putty now in her lover's hands. Crissy, having given Tip 
all the start-up thrills she was entitled to, settled down to a hot 
suck-lapping of Tip's cunt and clit. It was rich, it was delicious, it was 
utterly maddening. Tip had never realized that so much pleasure could be 
extracted from mere tongue and teeth on a sex organ. 

"You-gonna-KILL me with it!" cried Tip happily. 

"Adore-your body-your juices-" gasped Crissy between sucks. 

It thrilled Tip to feel her sex lubricants so boldly swilled out of her cunt 
and pulled down that eager young throat.... then she felt legs circle her 
head, felt the caress of warm, slim thighs, the flesh pressing her. Crissy 
had swung around to offer her own cunt as a sacrifice to the lesbian love 
goddess. 

Even in her extreme heat and good feeling Tip was repulsed for a few seconds 
by the hot, sweating crotch that settled on her face. The pungent smell of 
aroused girl assailed her nostrils. But Crissy was such a dainty, trim 
little creature. 

Her cunt, her crotch, her seam came into focus, a delicious view of the most 
intimate, animal being of a female. The stop point, the ultimate in the 
earthy. With a happy cry, Tip seized the rounded buttocks and pulled 
Crissy's cunt to her face. She sucked furiously on that small slice as if to 
punish Crissy by pulling it entirely loose from Crissy's belly. 

"HOO-" when Crissy. "HOOOOO-EEEEEE!" 

She bucked in sweet distress at the taking of her cunt by the older woman. 
She gasped. She cried out. She trembled. Tip laughed happily at her restored 
sex power. 

"Now who's the dyke, you cool little bitch!" she called down the taken body. 

"Not cool-HOT-oh, HOT!" gasped Crissy. 

For long moments Crissy surrendered the action to Tip, unable to continue 
her suck while she felt such rich rushes of heavenly pleasure from Tip's 
sucking tongue. Tip gave her everything she'd given Tip- the teeth, the 
fingers, the suction, the sexy off-draining of cunt oils, while Crissy 
gyrated helplessly, whipped right to point of orgasm. 

"Let me-do you-" she begged. 

"Just make it good," laughed Tip. "This is your dyke talking." 

She stopped her suck and Crissy started in again. Something had happened to 
Tip in the interval since the last action. Getting aggressively into the act 
had driven her right up to impossible tension. When Crissy's tongue locked 
again on her flayed box, she felt as if she were going to die the sweetest 
sex death a human ever felt. Crissy had hardly set up her rhythmic lapping 
when a gigantic, paralyzing ooze of great feeling froze Tip's belly. 

"YOU-FUCKED-MEEE!" she shrieked. 

She went faint as all her body processes stopped for the convulsions. Then 
the sweet convulsions came. CLUNG, CLUNG, CLUNG. Her cunt had never locked 
in such fierce, luscious spasms. She had to give little shrieks of mad 
pleasure to express the glorious feelings she felt. Her cunt, her whole 
belly wanted to drag Crissy inside of her-her tongue, mouth, head, 
shoulders-she want to recreate the whole sweet girl in her womb, gripping 
and clipping furiously. At the same time that she experienced the rich 
muscular action, she felt sublime flowing relief of her sex tension. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, oooooo," she went. 

She kept on throbbing in utter, fantastic orgasm, letting her body sink to a 
shambles to shudder off her delicious quakes hoping the sex ecstasy would 
never end. 

It was too fierce to last. She fell off, cried out in disappointment, then 
surged up again to coo and gurgle in new spasms of taken womanhood. 

"Never-felt such a hot-" She tapered gradually, with Crissy patiently 
awaiting her turn so as not to corrupt the older woman's full orgasm. For a 
long time Tip lay there, bathed in her own sweat, feeling cool, euphoric, 
completed after the passionate run. Maybe it was so good because too much of 
her recent sex had been forced on her. Maybe it was good because she 
explored the dark, forbidden world of girl sex. A part of it certainly was 
her visual and tactile love for the slim girl's body. For the first time in 
weeks she felt utterly happy and floating in Conniston. It extended to a 
feeling that she and George were going to defeat Hammond. Fabulous! 

She caught Crissy's buttocks again and resumed her suck. It was exactly the 
same as her own case-Crissy was so hot that she could only take a few 
moments of the hot action. 

"HOOOOO-EEEEE." 

Then for the first time, Tip experienced the closeness to a female orgasm. 
She felt the sturdy cunt throbs against her lips that seemed to come from 
the deepest depths of Crissy's body. It was thrilling to be right on the 
site of the clipping orgasm. She fingered in and savored every deep spasm 
that Crissy's hot vagina gave, while the girl twisted and yammered and 
grunted her exquisite pleasure. Fantastic! 

The two women pulled apart and rested. In this new intimacy Crissy told Tip 
why she was out to get Hammond. It appeared that Crissy had once had a baby 
brother. Charles Hammond had run over the child while drunk and driving. 
He'd had to use all of his influence and a lot of money to escape punishment 
for that. 

"But it wasn't that he got away with it," said Crissy. "It was what it did 
to my father and mother. I was a lot younger, but I remember how there were 
before. After that, they accepted the money, they accepted his power. Deep 
inside they couldn't. That's when they turned into religious fanatics-and 
haven't really been happy since. I'm going to restore honor to my family's 
name." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Suppose," said Tip to George, "that we could get our hands on all the money 
we've banked in real estate commissions and quietly slip out of town." 

"I'd leave in ten seconds," said George. "But that can't happen. You've got 
about thirty, I've got about forty thousand in the bank. The minute we take 
out more than a couple of hundred, Hammond's bank contact calls him-and the 
trouble begins. We wouldn't make the county line, the way he's wired with 
the law people." 

They were in George's office in Hammond's place, the rental of which added 
still another burden to their operation. It was the day after Tip had taken 
in the big-eyed Crissy, with spectacular results, in bed. 

This morning Tip felt a little ashamed of her wild trip into lesbianism, yet 
tickled that she'd had the courage to try something different. The world 
went merrily right along, not caring that she'd broken a taboo. She might do 
it again, under the right circumstances, she thought, but it would never 
take the place of regular sex, sex with men. She now had the freedom-to know 
that she was not a true lesbian, only a true flesh-lover. 

Someone had said that men were so crazed for sex they'd even fuck a knothole 
in a wood fence if there were no other hole in sight. Well, there was also 
the kind of woman who'd get it off on anything soft, warm and moist, and she 
was one of them! 

"Crissy told me you pointed an empty gun at Hammond and pulled the trigger. 
She stole the gun. Are you so crazy for revenge you're going to pull 
something like that." 

"It was just a sudden urge I had. I took out the bullets, didn't I? Get on 
with your idea." 

He knew about Crissy staying with her and taking the gun. Tip wanted to be 
sure George wasn't hung up on some revenge madness before she sprung her 
idea on him. 

"It's as simple as rain," said Tip. "We go to the Savings and Loan. We get a 
loan from them, using our bank account as collateral. We leave town, default 
on the loan and they get their money back by seizing our left-behind bank 
account. The bank knows nothing about it, so we're long gone before the S & 
L comes along." 

"Charles has the S & L wired too." 

"Not the loan officer at Conniston-Canal. His name's Stanley Potter. He's 
new in town. I'm close enough to him to have some clout." She unconsciously 
rubbed her stomach where that weird candle had been. 

George sat down, pursing his lips. "That's pretty wild-would an S & L do 
that?" 

"Potter would. He owes me a favor. It's unusual, but not illegal. Money's an 
excellent collateral for money. We could get ninety cents on our dollars." 

George whistled. "Hey, Tip, you may have something there. But-we only get 
one shot at it. What if Hammond has somebody at the S & L looking over 
Potter's shoulder?" 

"Potter has the power to keep everyone from looking over his shoulder, until 
his loan committee meets. He can write us a couple of checks and two weeks 
go by before a soul knows about it." 

"He'd still have to put a hold on our bank savings. That would alert 
Hammond." 

"Not if he does it late on a Friday. He issues us the checks, just before 
closing. The hold order doesn't arrive at the bank until just before they 
open for business on Monday morning. We've got Friday night, and all day 
Saturday and Sunday to travel. That's long enough to go halfway around the 
world." 

George jumped up and paced, eyes gleaming. "It COULD work. Are you sure this 
cowboy's in your pocket?" 

"Yes, he values his marriage and I can tip it over with a phone call." 

George whistled. "I'll ask no questions. I smell a sex blackmail trap." 

Tip laughed. "For once blackmail's on the other foot, partner." 

"Go after it, partner!" George cheered. He hugged her. "Make it for this 
Friday!" 

"Done. I'll set it up tomorrow; I have houses to show today." "Don't miss," 
said George. "That's only two days leeway ..." 

But Tip ran out of customers early enough in the day to see Potter that 
afternoon, due to a couple of no-shows. Potter was agreeable. Potter did not 
like Charles Hammond. When she handed him his ball gag in a paper bag, he 
gave a sigh of relief and told her there'd be no problem. 

Crissy did not come home that night. Tip was too excited to wait until 
morning to tell George. She started to phone and then decided to go right to 
George's apartment and tell him. Maybe take along a bottle of wine for a 
quiet celebration. 

As for Crissy, well, inside of a week the girl could have this whole 
apartment for herself. She'd love it-the first time away from home and she'd 
have a chance to entertain her deputy sheriff lover. Tip left her a note as 
to where she was and took off. 

She found the door of George's apartment shut but unlocked. Instead of 
ringing, she decided to sneak in and surprise him. Clutching her festive 
bottle of wine she slid through the door. She wrinkled her nose at the decor 
of the living room. It was late fifties Sears. Like many real estate people 
who drooled endlessly over tasteful, luxurious and esthetic house 
furnishings to clients, he was completely indifferent to his own living 
surround. 

He wasn't in the living room but he had to be home or the door would not be 
open. She tiptoed into the hall-heard a sound in the bedroom. Giggling 
happily, she slipped down to the door, peered in. 

What she saw stunned her. There stood Crissy Griswold, just folding the last 
of her clothes. Her long, dark hair flowed free and sexily, loosened and 
ready for an appreciative lover. Her small face had a patina of makeup, and 
Tip could see that her big nipples had also been touched up. 

She could see this clearly because Crissy wore the most incredibly sexy robe 
Tip had ever seen on a woman. It was a head to toe absolutely transparent 
garment that looked like it had been spun by magic spiders. It made clouds 
of swirls on her young body as she moved. It concealed nothing, and it 
emphasized everything. There was a very light shimmering gold thread through 
it to give that fine, young skin a golden burnish. With those soulful dark 
eyes Crissy looked like some ancient Queen of Egypt-and there was not doubt 
as to why she was in George's bedroom. 

At first Tip went numb. Crissy hadn't seen her, so she tiptoed back down the 
hall. She wasn't married to George; they'd never had sex. She had absolutely 
no hold on him. 

She heard him in the bathroom, singing loudly and poorly, at his shower. His 
pre-fuck shower, the bastard! There was nothing for her to do but get out of 
there, but resentment burned in her throat and stomach. Crissy and George. 
George and that young Crissy! My God, was it possible that-that- Possibly it 
wasn't the deputy, young Alston, who had lifted the burden of virginity from 
Crissy's loins. Possibly it was George. For certain it was George. 

A fierce rage ripped through Tip, the likes of which she'd never felt 
before. If it had been any woman in the world except Crissy-but she simply 
couldn't take this. All reason exploded from her mind. She stared at the 
wall and saw flashes of red. Her adrenalin rushed. Her under lip curled as 
if to sob, but instead she let out a scream of anger that stilled the 
singing in the shower and brought a fear scream from the bedroom. 

She spun about and tore down the hall. She shouldered open the bathroom door 
and plunged in. She saw George's naked, transfixed body behind the shower 
curtain. 

"YOU ROTTEN BASTARD-YOU'RE FUCKING CRISSY!" she screamed. 

She plunged forward and ripped open the shower curtains. George stood there 
with a stupid look on his face, holding a bar of soap as if to protect 
himself by sudsing her to death. 

"Too-too-Tip!" he stuttered. 

She swung with the festive bottle of wine. It did not break over his head. 
It bounced, making a melon-thumping sound, and it flew back over her 
shoulder to land harmlessly and unbroken on the thick bathroom rug. 

"Ork!" said George. His eyes rolled back in his head and he folded under the 
shower. 

With that satisfying blow, Tip recovered her senses. All of her anger pumped 
out of her with that stiff conk on his head. 

"George!" she cried, "George." 

She dived right into the shower to rescue him, fully clothed as she was. In 
seconds her hair was a mess and her clothes were worse. George was big, and 
he was heavy. She struggled and panted trying to lift him up, fearing that 
somehow he might get water in his lungs, even drown in that stream. 

Crissy appeared in the doorway, scared, tentative, staring with big eyes. 

"Don't just stand there," snapped Tip. "Help me get him out of here before 
he drowns, or something." 

They got George dried off and carried him to the bedroom where they laid him 
face up and naked. Tip tried to keep her eyes off that big coil of a cock 
but it was hard, because there was Crissy in that sexy robe with her narrow 
loins, and the intention of the two lovers was for her to harden the man and 
take George's big blade right up into her cunt. 

George was dazed and groaning but Tip could tell he'd be all right except 
for a headache. It served him right for bringing this young girl to his 
apartment for carnal purposes. She was eighteen and that was old enough 
legally, but she'd led a protected life and was just barely out on her own. 

In the bathroom, Tip shut off the shower and quickly stripped out of her 
sopping clothes. George had hung a dry shirt there to wear after his shower, 
so she put that on. Then she returned to the bedroom. 

George was still out; at least he had his eyes closed. He breathed easily 
and deeply. Crissy, still in that transparent robe, pulled back guiltily. 
Tip saw there was one thing different about George since she'd seen him a 
moment ago. His noble charger jutted up from his belly towards the ceiling, 
stiff, hard. It gleamed with the silken gloss of human saliva. Crissy had 
been sucking on his prick. 

"I was just trying-to wake him up," said Crissy with a blush. 

For the second time, Tip went wild with rage. "YOU BITCH! GET OUT OF THAT 
ROBE!" Crissy tossed her head defiantly. "I won't! George invited me here. 
We're going to be lovers. He's not married to you!" "AIEEEE!" screamed Tip. 

She went for the slim girl. She had Crissy by weight, she had her by muscle, 
soft as her own were, and she was driven by a blinding rage. She threw 
Crissy on the bed and started to peel the sex-robe from her body. 

Crissy cried: "You want to make me dress-leave, but I-I-I- won't." 

She struggled futilely for a few moments, but it was quickly obvious that 
Tip had the advantage. 

"GET-OUT-OF THAT-ROBE!" 

"I'll take it off. Don't tear it. Don't tear it!" cried Crissy. 

The robe came off. For several seconds the two females struggled on the bed, 
bodies straining, as Tip pinned the smaller girl down. They both grunted 
like animals, eyes glaring, mouths set. Crissy managed to tear open the 
shirt Tip wore. Tip held Crissy down by her weight, the two nude bodies 
locked. 

"DON'T get me all stirred up with your stinking sexiness," gasped Tip. 

"I won't get dressed!" 

George had come to some time before. His head hurt but most of the pain had 
passed. He'd enjoyed very much being carried to his bed by the two females. 
When Tip left the room he continued to pretend unconsciousness and to his 
huge delight the rattled Crissy gave his cock artificial respiration with 
her mouth. Then Tip arrived back, sexy in his shirt, long thighs exposed, 
breasts jelly in its tightness, flashes of her cunt showing. The two girls 
wrestling was a sexy sight to see? as the nude bodies intertwined and they 
grunted and fought. He decided to play unconscious for a while. 

Having conquered the smaller girl, Tip dragged her to the dresser, holding 
Crissy's arms behind her, as she force-walked her. 

"You want me to dress and leave," said Crissy. "Well, I don't have to." 

Tip picked up the hairbrush from the dresser. 

George thought, with huge delight: 'Oh, shit!' This would be fabulous! The 
unsuspecting Crissy was dragged back to the bed by the grim-lipped Tip. 

"I'm on my own now," said Crissy. "I'm a woman of the world." 

She threw out an arm and pulled Crissy down over her lap, Crissy's round, 
naked little butt facing up. The arm with the hairbrush raised. 

"Hey, what is this, why are you-" WHAP! 

The hairbrush slapped a stinging blow on Crissy's firm, naked buttocks. 

"OH, NO!" cried Crissy, writhing. 

"You're a rutting bitch!" yelled Tip. "You fool everybody, going around with 
those big eyes and that sexy, slim little body, making us feel sorry for you 
. . . I don't believe your father seduced you-you seduced him." 

Whap! Whap! 

"AH, NO, NO DON'T DO THAT!" begged Crissy. 

Her buttocks were meaty but they were small and the hairbrush practically 
covered their surface, laying red marks across the smooth flesh. The blows 
stung like fury. The pain shot through her ass and a hot glow started up in 
her belly. 

"You seduced George!" 

Whap! Whap! 

"Owwww, oh, oh, oh." Crissy wanted to jump out of her skin to escape the hot 
fury raging in her behind. "You seduced Charles Hammond, I'll bet." "No, no, 
I hate him." 

"You even seduced me, you bitch, with your sexy little body and white hot 
cunt." 

Not only was Crissy humiliated to be held down like this and spanked, she 
felt the deep shame of being punished in front of George, to whom she wished 
to appear as the perfect, cool lady. Instead, she was laid naked across the 
older woman's lap and roundly spanked, her face red, tears streaming down 
her cheeks. She saw George's eyes were open and he grinned. It was a total 
wipe-out-and her wounded flesh stung. 

"Oh, Tip, let me up," she begged sobbing. She changed her tune. "I'm sorry. 
I didn't know you were George's secret wife, or s-s-something." The pain 
crazed her enough to beg-to say anything. 

Whap! Whap! 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm a stupid, dumb kid. I'm not a woman of the world. 
Please-don't spank me any more." 

Her pretty young tail was a sight to see now, spanked to a deep, glowing 
red, to complement her reddened, tear-streaked face. Crissy was crushed. 

"I think you need a few more good licks," gritted Tip. 

Whap, whap. Her arm tired now. 

"Tip-listen-" begged Crissy. "I-can't stand that- after it hurts-it makes me 
sexed up-oh, I feel it. My father spanked me lots-it was sexy. He got off in 
his pants. I know he did-" Tip stopped with the hairbrush upraised. 

"What-are you saying-you rotten girl-" "He did, he did. He went off in his 
pants when he spanked me. I could see it-hear him groan-he felt me up, too, 
a couple of times, inside-that's how he knew- I-virgin-" "You-you-" cried 
Tip. She blushed a deep red. 

"I'd get hot, Tip-have-have to masturbate." 

Crissy's trim loins undulated on Tip's thighs. Tip stared down in horror as 
she felt the creeping warmth of Crissy's sex honey leaking out of her cunt. 
The spanked girl was a pretty sight, her butt glowing red, her face 
distorted with pain and excitement, her long hair spread in lovely disarray. 
Her hungry cunt dug into Tip's bare thigh, smearing it with sex gloss. 

Holy Maloney, thought George. 

"I can't believe this!" cried Tip. She felt between Crissy's legs. The girl 
was so wet and swollen that her fingers slid right into the velvet, stirred 
cunt. 

"Ah, ah, uh," went Crissy, fucking on her fingers. "I mean it. I could see 
my father's hard-on. I could see it jerk in his pants when he messed up his 
shorts coming over spanking me. It drove me wild for wanting to fuck. I want 
sex, I need it." 

Tip tumbled the girl onto the bed as if she were a leper. She dropped the 
brush. 

"Where does it end, Crissy? Everything you do is sex, sex, sex." 

"Nooo," wailed Crissy. "I'm not so bad. My friend Sue has had fourteen 
guys-she's twenty. Her sister was a prostitute up in Lockwood for a while. 
I'm SQUARE for Conniston." 

She pulled back sniffling, trying to recover her composure. 

George sat up. He caught Tip by the wrist and made her sit down on the edge 
of the bed. Both women saw he was recovered and okay. 

"I feel better. Hand me that hairbrush, Tip." 

"You-want to spank her too?" 

Tip was confused. The speed with which her corporal punishment had turned 
into sex with Crissy still stunned her. Her own cunt had begun to glow when 
Crissy babbled about her father getting if off while he spanked his sexy 
daughter. 

George had the brush which Tip docilely handed him. He had her tight in his 
grip by both of her wrists. 

"No, Tip, I want to spank you." 

"SPANK ME???" gasped Tip. 

"Sure. You came uninvited into my apartment, you frightened my guest, you 
invaded my privacy in the shower, you hit me over the head with a bottle and 
yelled at me. To make it worse, you turned around and spanked the poor girl 
and got her all sexed up." 

"You're kidding," said Tip, starting to laugh. 

"Let's see if I'm kidding," said George. He gave a grunt and pulled Tip face 
down on the bed. "Crissy, do you want to help me spank Tip?" 

"OH, GOD, YES!" screamed Crissy. "Let's rip her ass off-let's half kill her. 
We could spank her and fuck her cunt to a crisp, charred hole." 

Crissy's language told George she was on a real sex high. He laughed. 

"Help me hold her." 

"Oh, no," said Tip in disbelief. Then as she struggled and found that she 
was pinioned, as she saw the stern look on George's face. "OH NO! 
YOU-CAN'T-DO -THIS-" "Can we, Crissy?" 

"Yeaaaaa!' Crissy dived for the hairbrush. 

George held the plunging blonde. Tip grunted and gasped, "OH, NO-I'LL KILL 
YOU-NOW, LISTEN- OH, NO, NO, NO!" 

If Crissy was pretty, stretched out naked for her punishment, Tip was 
luscious. 

"Look at that ass!" cried George. He tossed back the tail of his shirt that 
Tip wore. "That's the most beautiful, naked butt I've ever seen." 

"Round, full," crooned Crissy. 

It was lush all right, Tip's buttocks gleaming in perfection, exposed, 
rounded, mature and firm, the dark crack exciting, the upswept creases trim, 
over ripe, tapering back thighs. 

"She begs for the brush," cried George. "Shall I let her have it?" "Let her 
have it, Crissy." WHAP. WHAP. 

Tip screamed. Her buttocks burned furiously, outrageously from those two 
blows. "GEORGE- NOO-CRISSY-STOP-OWWW. AH, AH, AH." 

She strained and writhed in her distress, held down on the bed by George's 
grip on her wrists. The shirt tail thrown back exposed her round excellence 
and now two red hairbrush imprints appeared on each of her cheeks. 

"I better use both hands," said Crissy. "That hurts worse." 

"AHHHHH-" KA-WHAP. KA-WHAP. 

Tip's buttocks heaved like a milky ocean. More red marks appeared. The agony 
was exquisite. She hadn't been spanked in years. The pain burned into her 
belly, inside of her cunt, up her back, down her thighs. 

"My turn," said George. "Sit on her back." 

Crissy yipped happily and held down with her weight. George swung the brush 
high. 

"OH, OH," wailed Tip. She didn't want to cry but the pain and the 
humiliation forced tears out of her eyes. "GEORGE-I-KILL YOU-NEVER 
SPEAK-EITHER OF YOU-AGAIN!" 

It was no use. KER-WHAP! KER-WHAP! 

Tip screamed, shivering, bucking her loins in the stabs of agony that tore 
through her body. 

"AHHHH, GOD!" 

"My head hurts," said George. "Crissy's butt hurts. Apologize, you vicious 
blonde." 

The last thing in this world Tip wanted to do was apologize. But her flesh 
was weak. 

"I'M-SOREEEE-SOREEEE. I APOLO-GIZE, GEORGE. CRISSY - I'M SOREEEE - 
APOLOGIZE." 

Ass in flames, she hugged the bed, weeping uncontrollably. George grunted 
and flung the hair brush away. He roughly shoved Crissy off Tip's body. 

"Hey, what goes?" cried Crissy. 

George flopped down and dragged Tip on top of his body. With all of the 
excitement, his prick was sore from standing hard so long. He pulled the 
near-nude Tip over on top of his body. He got his cock between her legs. 

"I'VE GOT TO-FUCK!" he shouted. 

"Wow!" said Crissy. 

A dazed, stunned Tip felt George's big cock dig at her hole. She was wet. 
The hairbrush blows could not help but awaken her nearby cunt to swollen 
readiness. The pressure and pain made her glands flow, even though she did 
not associate sex with spanking as Crissy did. 

Wild, George found Tip's cunt opening and bladed furiously into her body. 
His big, eager cock rammed her open and dug up into soft, slick cunt flesh. 

"HAH!" said Tip. "HAH!" 

Her butt glowed. Her loins felt warm. Suddenly she felt this terrific 
lust-thrust and her clit took the hard, sexy pressure of digging cock. 

"Ohhhh, luscious!" cried George. 

He pulled back a little and then rammed home again. Tip's eyes went big and 
she lost her breath at the shivery, sexy sensation of a man's crazed cock 
unsealing her cunt with such passion. 

"YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEE!" she cried in surprise. 

"We never have-now we start!" cried George, transported to sex heaven. 

He gripped his partner's buttocks and began to ream her viciously, thrilled 
out of his skull by the excitement and the sweet girl friction all along his 
blade. "Ohhhh, crazeeee," he keened. "Oh, uh, uh, uh," said Tip. 

"Hey, what about me?" cried Crissy. "You invited me here for love." 

George was almost out of his mind in the hot pleasure of finally fucking his 
sweet blonde partner. 

"Sit on my face, you sexy, rutting little bitch!" he cried. "We'll all make 
this trip together!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Tip shoved Crissy away. She stared into George's face, inches from hers as 
she took his thrusting prick in delicious strokes. 

"You've never wanted-oh!-me." 

"I've always-wanted you, Tip. Never dared. You so beautiful. Ah, ah, ah. I'm 
crazy to fuck you." 

Crissy was back. Tip pushed her away. 

"You don't love me. You spanked me." 

"I love your blonde head, your blonde cunt, your blonde feet, your blonde 
tits, your blonde waist-blonde body, being, belly and soul-" "That doesn't 
make sense," laughed Tip. "Oh- George-you're-fucking my cunt off." 

"Who cares sense? I-ahhh-want to burn your hot cunt-right out of your body!" 

"Hey, I'M here!" cried Crissy. 

"I won't let you t-t-touch me!" cried Tip happily. "That was a dirty trick, 
bringing Crissy he-he-here to get at me." 

"That doesn't make-uh-sense, Tip. Oh, wow, that firick-shunnnnn! Ahhhhh!" 

Crissy grabbed Tip's moving shoulder. 

"Hey, Tip, I'm supposed to sit on his face." 

"You CAN'T sit on his face. I'm talking to his face." 

"I'll explode, Tip. I'm crazy hot. Besides, you're stealing my fuck!" 

"Sorry, child, but this is our FIRST time. No outsiders." 

"Damn you!" Crissy was furious. She got behind Tip as she lay on top of 
George. She took hold of both Tip's ankles. She gave a rending, huge jerk. 

"Unkkkk," said Tip. 

Her body flew back as Crissy ripped her right off George's cock, down on the 
bed. George's cock, facing north at its natural angle as he fucked the 
blonde, suddenly shot south as his mate was pulled off of him. For a few 
seconds his cock went from sublime pleasure to pain. 

'Owwww!" 

"He's MINE!" cried Crissy. 

Before the astounded Tip could recover, Crissy leaped on George's middle. 
She quickly spread her legs, seized George's cock and sunk it into her own 
honey-pot. Tip was tight. Crissy was tighter. For a second she hung impaled. 
Then she slammed her loins down and gave a scream, partly in pain as the big 
cock unsealed her cunt, partly in pleasure as her clit took the action. 
"Wowieeeeee!" she keened. 

George grabbed the girl's slim hips and began to fuck up into her belly. 

"Crissy, you're a pest, but you have a hot little box." 

"Oh, George, oh, oh, you're FUCKING meeeej" cried Crissy happily. 

Tip shook her head in astonishment and shock at the girl's quick change-off. 
There was the younger girl bouncing on George's cock, black hair flying, 
slim loins split by that big male cock. 

"You crud, you won't get away with that!" she cried. 

She didn't try to pull Crissy off the plunging cock. Instead she knelt 
behind the fucked girl and pushed her naked back down hard, forcing Crissy's 
torso flat to George's front. That stretched the crotch area, and she could 
see the big male root digging lustfully into the tight girl box. 

The bending also spread Crissy's buttocks, exposing her pink ass pucker, 
just two inches from the hot action. For a second while both lovers grunted 
in their plunging, Tip watched with fascination as the big cock slid in and 
out of the stretched, young cunt, in and out, in and out, smooth as 
ball-bearings and steel, with Crissy's gleaming fuck juices replacing hers. 

Tip wet her fingers from the excess that George's cock flailed out of the 
taken girl. The two sex maniacs were grunting and cooing now at the sweet 
tight friction. 

"Uh, uh, uh," said George. 

"Sooo good. Feels crazeeeee,' said Crissy. 

"You want sex, I'll show you sex," cried Tip. 

Her long finger wet, she found Crissy's small asshole. She dug against the 
sphincter. 

"Erp!" said Crissy in surprise. 

"We'll fill your holes, girl," laughed Tip. She ruthlessly forced the tight 
ass muscle open with her finger, plunging it savagely up the brunette's 
behind. 

"KA-WHOOOIEEE!" screamed Crissy as she felt a ball bat suddenly inserted 
into her ass. 

"Holy schmear!" cried George. "There's another cock up her ass pressing 
right through her wall. I f-f-feel it!" 

"AH, UNK," said Crissy. 

Tip sawed on Crissy's intestine, stretching the sphincter and stroking 
deeper and deeper up into the girl's gut. 

"You won't forget this trip soon," Tip promised her. 

"Ah, Tip-you're finger-fucking my ass," wailed Crissy. She tried to reach 
back, but it was no good. Tip held her bent forward, on top of George. 

"You want hot sex?" asked Tip. "Well give you all we've got. GEORGE-grab her 
head. Stick your tongue in her mouth. We'll give all her three body holes 
plenty of action." 

A delighted George could already feel the alien finger reaming in and out of 
Crissy's tail, rubbing his cock through Crissy's wall between her cunt and 
her back passage. That finger increased the pressure on his cock and made 
the friction sweeter. 

"Oh, baby, why not!" he cried over Crissy's shoulder. 

He pulled her face down and kissed Crissy on the mouth, ramming his thick 
tongue into her surprised one. They had the slim girl going, George's big 
prick reamed in and out of her cunt. Tip's punishing finger violated her 
tender ass, stimulating the soft tissues back there. George's hot tongue 
rammed and sucked into her mouth. 

Crissy almost died with it. Both her lovers were too strong for her to be 
able to do much more than rock and feel the incredible pleasure of a total 
fuck, her three woman's holes filled with sex stingers, cock, finger and 
tongue. 

"MMMMRRRMMMM," was all she could manage. 

She felt plenty. Her ass had already been spanked to a glowing warmth, the 
pain long gone. The crazing friction was enough to drive her half crazy with 
pleasure. Once Tip's initial assault was made, the pain in her butt changed 
to a shivering, exotic and weird pleasure. To make it all the hotter, she 
got a wet, slobbering and plunging tongue in her mouth. 

The total action fused her nerves of pleasure throughout her body. She could 
not believe that there was so much fuck-pleasure in the world. She went 
dizzy with good feeling. She feared her cunt explosions that would really 
waste her. But she couldn't even protest. Her body leaped from sweet joy to 
hotter ecstasy and still the flames in her cunt, belly, legs, torso arms got 
higher. It was too much, too soon. It was unbelievably delicious, far beyond 
what a human body was built to stand. 

Still they drove her expertly, while she felt her whole being begin to surge 
and flex in mad, far-out rapture. Would she be able to stand her orgasm? 
Would they let her go, even then? Were they going to kill her with all this 
hot love? 

Each time she rose higher she feared she would scream, faint and come, but 
her erotic limits stretched further. Now she was merely a pleasure-crazed 
panting animal, fuck-locked and beginning to pass out. 

She gave one tremendous jerk and broke George's kiss. 

"HAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!" she keened in exquisite, taken joy. 

Her whole, slim body locked and they all could hear finger and cock slog 
noisily in her paralyzed body openings. CHUNG. She screamed and went into a 
fainting haze of ultimate joy as she came. Chung, chung, chung, chung. Her 
cunt throbbed and squeezed out its ecstasies while she whined and slobbered 
and keened at the furious orgasm they'd laid on her. 

She hugged George, whining, and just kept throbbing and coming, crying from 
the relief and fabulous good feelings that surged over her cunt and belly 
like a hurricane at sea. Over and over, as she lived in a pink haze of 
glory. 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah." 

Her pleasure tormentors were still as they watched her give up her sex 
treasure in rapt attention. Tip could feel the girl's ass squeeze powerfully 
on her finger. George almost died from the sweet, incredible pressure on his 
cock. He'd never felt such powerful cunt quakes in a woman. 

They let her taper, gasping, eyes dazed, mouth open, body sweating as she 
spent, fell back, came forward to throb some more, fell back, rose, 
throbbed. 

At last her body let her go, and she went quiescent, with a gigantic sigh, 
to be followed at once with a gasp of involuntary locking of her throat 
muscles from the power of the feeling. 

"Ah-uh," she said. 

She became dazed and listless as a paper doll. Tip eased her finger out of 
the violated asshole. George carefully lifted her off his cock. Crissy 
crawled over to a corner of the bed, happy, grinning. 

"Now that's what I call fucking," she told them. "Thank you." 

"A woman of the world deserves it," said Tip, but her voice was kind. She 
looked at George, he looked at her. They had been caught up in the hot sex 
with the girl almost as much as she had, working up her body as if she were 
an exquisite violin that could be turned and stroked to high glory. They 
watched her for a few moments. It was easy to see that the girl was 
completely fucked out, a puddle of syrupy euphoria. She yawned and 
stretched. Her eyes looked heavy, and they closed. Her breathing went 
regular and she was fast asleep while the sweat of the intense sex act still 
had not dried from her supple body. 

"I think she got the best of it," said Tip with a disappointed laugh. 

"Oh, well," said George. "At least she didn't get my seed. It was too fast." 
He held his arms open. 

Once again Tip slid over his body, relishing the nakedness as the two came 
together again. His cock looked almost purple and was soaked with Crissy's 
sex fluid. The balls looked tight enough to burst. 

Tip once again got on top of him and carefully fed his prick to her cunt, 
while the blade throbbed turgidly. 

She eased down on him slowly and gently. She guessed his load was on a hair 
trigger, a microstroke away from exploding. It was like handling a bomb left 
in an airport. 

"Uuuuuuu," she said as the big, purple cock slowly pressed into her cunt, 
bringing the return of the sweet, fucked feeling. She felt pretty shaken 
herself. Sexing off Crissy had stimulated her, too. 

She was plenty wet and tight. George's eyes told her how gingerly he had to 
move as she settled down on his prick. He had a starey look as if he'd 
discovered a whole mountain of gold and was about to scream off his 
pleasure. 

She shivered with the deep intensity of the sex pleasure after the wildness 
they'd just been through. 

This was slow and dreamy, compared to the other as she moved firmly up and 
down on his shaft, staring into his eyes as if she could see beyond 
mortality. The feeling in her cunt and belly was absolutely exquisite-a 
held-back thrilling sensation as if there was a white-hot atomic explosion 
of joy waiting just beyond a thin curtain. "Hold!" he cried. 

She went still, thrilling. His cock deep in her cunt, locked tight, 
dry-throbbed. 

George felt that down to his toes. It was the sweetest game he'd ever 
played, trying to salvage a decent fuck inside of Tip's lovely cunt, when 
his prick was stimulated to the razor's edge of orgasmic tension. It seemed 
like each half-stroke would spill his ecstatic flood. After all, he'd 
flailed into Tip's belly, then Crissy's even tighter one, and was back now 
in Tip's belly. 

His hands closed on her buttocks. She laughed. 

"That spanking-I still feel a glow. I don't think I mind-once in a 
lifetime." 

He closed his eyes in reverence, running his hands over Tip's naked smooth 
buttocks. How often had he dreamed of taking that pleasure as he watched 
that womanly ass move sexily in her clothes. 

He felt down into her deep crack. Ever since the sex with Chloe, via the 
anal route, he'd no longer feared touching assholes. He pressed a finger 
gently on Tip's pucker. She gave a gasp. The hot nerves back there could add 
to sex excitement if he didn't rub too hard. He did not. 

"George," she gasped. "Let's creep as close as we can to the edge of the 
cliff, then both jump off!" 

He nodded. He began to fuck her again, the dry throb having passed and left 
him able to stand more friction. This was absolutely exquisite in a 
different way from the run with Crissy. Every second he was ready to fling, 
yet crept forward, challenging the explosion and yet trying to give Tip as 
much sex as he could before it happened. 

Gracefully, moving slowly still, he pulled her down and went for her 
luscious tits. How many times had he shivered to think of the joy of sucking 
those naked beauties? 

He pushed aside the open shirt she still wore and sucked one gorgeous, 
smooth, naked globe while he palmed and fondled the other. The message of 
pleasure rushed down to his belly and his slow-moving cock in her cunt 
dry-throbbed again. Her breasts were magnificent. 

"Ah, oh, baby," was all he could manage. 

"Yesssss," she crooned. She felt thick now with her own velvety nearness to 
orgasm. The rushes of golden pleasure from her nipples took her to the 
cliff's edge. 

He stopped fucking in her. 

"It just about has to go," he told her in despair. "My cock feels like a 
soft breeze would spin it out, let alone more strokes." 

"Why are we saving it?" she asked softly. "We can fuck all night tonight and 
all day tomorrow if we want." 

"Just that-the first time-I've wanted you so long-never dared-don't want to 
make it short-" "It's all right, George. I'm so hot I'll come when you go." 

"Shall I finger your asshole?" "Don't think it would add, although it would 
bring m" for sure. It might hurt a little, too." "Bite your nipples!" 

"Fabulous-I'd go with a soft scream," she said, her breathing getting heavy. 
"Later I'd hurt." "Any-ohh, I am SO CLOSE! Any ideas-" "How about an 
old-fashioned kiss, tongues plunging," she shivered. 

He saw her face swim up to his, her beautiful face. The soft petals of her 
lips opened. He felt contact-sweet breath, velvet lips, warm saliva, a pink 
tongue sliding into his mouth as his tongue slid into hers. 

He flailed into her cunt viciously then with his cock, ready for the jump 
over the cliff. He managed five luscious, incredible strokes. They hung 
tight together for a breathless eternity of time, not leaping into orgasm 
but sliding with the crazed pleasure of the inevitableness of a sweet sex 
death. They held the kiss. Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she 
fell off of it. 

"NOW!" 

"OHHHHH!" 

Both bodies tensed in unison as the paralyzing surge of sexuality took over. 
They both gave animal grunts of ecstasy. 

"Uh," he said. 

SPURT, SPURT, SPURT! George had never felt such a fierce ecstasy of 
explosion. Some firedoor in his guts shot back and his jism spewed out like 
a mighty cannon roaring. His glazed cock muscle flexed like a thing with its 
own life, flinging body-hot come into her cunt with dizzying pleasure. Wham, 
wham, wham. After the hot young girl and the two trips into this magnificent 
cunt, the relief was beyond belief. His belly muscles tightened and he 
spumed from his toes. 

"Aherrrrggglll-uh, uh, uh," he said. 

She felt the flood come. She was proud to have stirred such a magic 
explosion from deep in his guts. His cock felt like it expanded and shrank 
over and over as he flooded her with his rich male semen. 

That was only one part of the joy she felt. Already her own belly locked in 
ultimate submission, and then her cunt began its happy work of draining off 
all her accumulated sex tension and desires. Except for the liquid, her 
explosion was just like his, soft thuds of magnificence that he felt all 
along his shaft, giving her a dizzy, exalted feeling of eternal woman power. 
THROB, THROB, THROB. From deep in her body the sex nerves wrung her out, 
providing the same ecstatic relief and creaming joy that he felt. 

They sweated, gasped, hugged and spent, his cock jerking, her buttocks 
flexing as she took his heavy pleasure darts. The cream-gold time seemed to 
last forever. They hugged, held and worked off the full measure of spurts 
and throbs, while the earthy rush to magnificence slowed to a sublime 
floating feeling. 

"Uh, uh, uh." 

"Ahhhhh," she said. 

They bottomed out with the fury of sex explosion turning to the euphoric 
elegance of completion. Dazed, happy, they clung together for a long, long 
time, savoring the total involvement of both of their bodies, aware that 
each had given the ultimate sexuality that-it was possible to give. 

"Was I good?" he kidded her at last with a sigh. 

"Fair to middling. How was I?" 

"I've had worse," he said, smiling. 

They rolled apart. 

"What shall we do with this one?" asked Tip, touching the sleeping Crissy 
with her toe. 

"I suggest we join her in sleep for a while. Just a nap. Then we can all 
wake up and fuck each other's brains out again. I think this precious little 
bundle is part of our team now." 

Tip laughed. "I agree. She's a sweet doll if we can back her off from OD'ing 
on sex." 

George said: "I didn't know that eighteen year old girls fell asleep with 
their mouths open." 

"She'll get over it," said Tip, "when she wakes up a few times to find some 
guy's hot, throbbing cock shoved inside of it ... " In the new intimacy Tip 
finally told George why Hammond had blackmail power over her. She'd deeply 
loved a wild young man in California who'd been into dope dealing and had 
tried very hard to kill another dealer. Foolishly to prove the depth of her 
love she'd insisted on sharing the guilt with Ronnie and was scheduled to be 
tried with him. She had not, however, been either a dealer or been in on the 
murder. When she woke up to the reality of facing prison, she'd been unable 
to convince anyone of her innocence. Ronnie had been tried, convicted and 
sent to jail, but she had jumped bail and disappeared, no longer in love but 
too late to save herself. California still wanted her. That had been almost 
two years ago. 

George though she should check back with friends or relatives. Maybe Ronnie 
had told the truth since then or the authorities might've checked it out and 
found her innocent. He had a lawyer friend out in California who could check 
it. 

She shuddered. 

"I don't want even to think about it, George." 

They slept. Unfortunately for their plans to continue the sex orgy they 
slept too long and too well, none of them waking up till morning . . . 

At the office Charles Hammond called both George and Tip into his private 
sanctum and closed the door. He sat behind his big desk, grinning at them. 

"I hate to tell you youngsters this, but you're not getting the loan from 
Stanley Potter so you can leave town. I spoke to Stanley about it, and I was 
able to get him to change his mind." 

"Ohmigod!" said Tip. 

"Hell!" George said. "How'd you know?" 

"Your office was bugged, of course," smiled Hammond. "Once I knew your plan, 
all I had to do was tell Stanley that if he made the loan, I'd tell his wife 
about his bondage activities-and spread the word around town to boot. That's 
more damage than the two of you could do. I'm afraid you'll both be around 
Conniston for a long, long time yet, working for me." 

Stunned, George and Tip rushed from Hammond's office while Tip called 
Potter. It was all too true. Potter knew they could also ruin him with his 
wife, but Charles, with his wide local power, could hurt Stanley even more. 

"It kills me," said Stanley, "but I just can't-I won't-make the loan." 

Hammond had won again, his foot back on both of their necks. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Can you find me, through your friend, Sue, a woman-a prostitute-who digs 
light S & M?" George asked Crissy. "Nothing heavy, just some teasing." 

"Probably," said Crissy calmly. They were having lunch away from Hammond's 
office-Crissy, George and Tip. "Over in Lockwood, they've got every kind of 
hooker, from what Sue tells me." 

"Oh, George, give it up," said Tip. "We're stuck in Conniston, working for 
that old bastard. We'll just have to come up with another idea." 

"I still think we can get Potter. If we find him a woman who'll play his 
kind of games he might risk it. After all, he's new in town and married and 
trying to keep his letch secret. It's worth a chance." 

"I'll try," said Crissy." 

"It's a waste of time," said Tip. 

The three of them were close now, sex partners and co-conspirators against 
one Charles Hammond . . . 

That night George parked his car in the parking lot of the bar he'd shunned 
for weeks. It was the same bar where he'd met Penelope Hammond on that wild 
night when Charles had committed that murder, the SHADY LANE. It looked the 
same when he went in-even Rick the bartender was there mixing drinks. George 
shuddered. This place had been the start of an evening of disaster for him. 
Well, this was the bar where Agatha Dunn was supposed to meet him. Crissy, 
through Sue, had arranged for him to meet this hooker who might satisfy 
Stanley Potter, so he slid onto a stool and ordered a drink. 

Rick the bartender, looked at him strangely. 

"Oh-hullo, Muh-Mister Coleman." 

George twiddled his fingers in reply and took his drink with a sigh. This 
was all probably a waste of time, as Tip thought, but he had to play out the 
string. You couldn't just sit there and take what Hammond dished out. Still 
he felt depressed. It was a forlorn hope. 

He looked around the bar. There was a woman in a red dress sitting at the 
opposite end- A WOMAN IN A RED DRESS. REDHEADED, BLUE EYES, WITH A FANTASTIC 
FIGURE. 

George stood up and his drink crashed to the floor. The walls swayed in on 
him. There was a roaring in his ears. His heart went crazy. 

HE STARED AT A DEAD WOMAN - MRS. PENELOPE HAMMOND-THAT CHARLES HAD SHOT IN 
HIS APARTMENT. HE STILL REMEMBERED THE BLOOD- She looked at him. Her face 
went white. She slid off her stool, whirled and started to leave the bar. 

George recovered quickly. He bounded over to her and caught her as she 
reached the archway. He grabbed her arm. It was soft and warm. She was soft 
and warm and very, very much alive, not dead! 

"HELLO, PENELOPE HAMMOND!" he said. "OR IS IT AGATHA DUNN!" 

"It was just a joke!" she cried. "Charles wanted to play a joke!" 

"I SAW THE BLOOD, THE HOLES." 

She looked terrified. "It was only a joke Charles wanted to play. You were 
woozy-I used fake blood and makeup for the holes. You were too weak to look 
at me closely. You didn't want to come close-but it was only a joke." 

George whirled on Rick, the bartender. 

"You were in on it, too, you sonofabitch!" 

"I was just-Hammond paid us a lot of money," said Rick. "Like Agatha says-it 
was only a joke." 

"A million laughs," said George, his hand tight on Agatha's arm. But, of 
course, he wasn't really mad at Agatha or the bartender. He felt euphoric, 
wonderful, floating, deliriously happy-to discover that he had not, after 
all, been responsible for giving Charles a chance to kill his wife. Charles 
had a gun with George's fingerprints on it-but it was all a confidence game! 

George drove back to Conniston in sheer, mad delight, thumping the steering 
wheel of his car, relieved of the heavy weight of weeks. It felt so great to 
find out that the supposed murder was all a fake-and he was free of Hammond. 
Charles had nothing else on him. 

Oh, there were a few complaints out West about sharp practices, but nothing 
as heavy as Tip had, nothing Charles could blackmail him with-which is why 
the older man had trumped up this thing. 

What a stupe Hammond must think him to be. He'd been so scared of Hammond's 
tight position in Conniston that he'd folded up without making a thorough 
check. It was not even a very good con when you came down to it . . . 

Well, at least his search for an S&M hooker had solved the problem-because 
of course Penny-that is, Agatha, would be the one-he remembered how she'd 
fought him in his apartment, how he'd chased her from the bedroom to the 
living room, brought her on the rug, her escape again, and finally he'd had 
to nail her in the bathroom. Agatha loved fun and games with sex. 

She'd play with Stanley all right-but that could wait. George wanted a few 
days to work with this new knowledge. Agatha and Rick the bartender promised 
not to tip Charles that his con had been discovered. They were more than 
willing-no doubt that asshole, Hammond, would ask for his money back if he 
found out George had caught on. 

Back in Conniston, George drove directly to Tip's where he found both his 
blonde partner and Crissy. He regaled them with the full story, twice over, 
so elated was he to be freed of that false murder involvement. 

Tip and Crissy listened with sober faces and big eyes while he described the 
scene in the bar and later the coffee break with Hammond, his being drugged 
and his shock when he came awake. He glossed over the sex part, but they 
obviously read plenty between the lines on that. 

"So I'm FREE!" he exulted. "Goddamit, Tip, you may be free, too. I'm going 
to call California tomorrow and check it out. Maybe you're not in so much 
trouble either, and we can thumb our noses at Mr. Charles Hammond!" 

Tip and Crissy both hugged him and they had a mini celebration. The drinks 
flowed and they all got too swacked to want to get into any sex. 

The next day at lunch Crissy had further news for them. 

"I handled a call from the real Mrs. Hammond from England this morning," she 
said. "Mrs. Penelope Hammond's flying back to Conniston this Sunday. By 
private charter yet! Hammond's hired a private plane for her to bring her in 
from New York. Can you imagine? He hates the woman, he says. But he flies 
her here in a private plane." 

"Hammond's wild and crazy," shrugged George. 

But Tip sat forward, a worried look on her face. "Maybe Hammond's got 
another trick up his sleeve." 

"I'll tell you why," said George. "He doesn't want me to know she's back in 
town. He can keep his power over me for a few more days that way." 

"No," said Tip. "Sorry, George, but I don't think you're that important. I 
don't think he even cares if we discover the con at this time." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Mrs. Hammond's flying to New York by regular commercial plane but she gets 
on a small charter to come here. Nobody knows she arrives on Sunday. Charles 
still has a revolver with your fingerprints on it, not his. What if he plans 
to really shoot her on Sunday when she gets in?" 

"Wow!" said George. "Instead of trapping me after the murder's done, he sets 
the trap BEFORE. All he really needs is that gun with my prints on it. He's 
already got that. Even if I discovered the joke several days ago, he'd pass 
it off as a gag-he still has the gun with my prints." 

"So all he has to do is make sure you don't have an alibi Sunday, kill her, 
plant the gun with your prints-" "Pretty risky on his part," said Crissy. 

"But if COULD be," said Tip. "We have a chance to save a life. I think it's 
worth pushing, to make sure poor Mrs. Hammond doesn't walk into a trap. If 
we're wrong, no harm." 

"We're blocked," said George. "All the cops in this town are on Hammond's 
side." 

"No, they aren't!" cried Crissy. "There's my friend, Deputy Buck Alston. 
He's told me lots of the younger guys in the police and sheriff's department 
don't like Hammond and his old-fashioned buddies. They'd love to catch 
Hammond at something. He's always sneering at the young guys." 

"We've got things to do," laughed George in excitement . . . 

Sure enough, Hammond had something interesting for George to do on 
Sunday-out at his cottage on the Lake. He showed George the picture of two 
luscious girls. Just he and George would be up there with these sexy dishes 
Saturday night and Sunday, Hammond said. He wanted to make up for his 'bad' 
image with George, Hammond said, sounding like the best friend that George 
ever had. But George knew that Hammond and the girls would sneak away on 
Sunday and he'd be left out there alone-with no alibi when the private plane 
landed. 

George saw the whole thing, hiding alongside the small private airport 
outside of Conniston. The small plane came in from New York, dropped Mrs. 
Hammond and a mountain of luggage and took off again. Charles met his wife 
in his big car. George followed them a couple of miles up the road, where 
suddenly a dark car with two hooded men ran Hammond off the road. 

George whistled: "Clever! He's hired a couple of guys to make it look like a 
robbery. 

"I can't look," said Tip. 

"I don't want to miss it," said Crissy. 

Hammond played his part perfectly. Pretending terror, Hammond stayed with 
the car held by one of the thugs. The other man walked off the terrified 
Penelope into the woods-evidently to rape her and kill her, or so she was 
supposed to think. 

At this point Hammond exposed himself. Ignoring the thug that was supposed 
to be holding him, he pulled a gun out of his pocket and ran after his wife 
and the other man. He had the gun with George's prints. 

"The crooks are window-dressing," said a fascinated George. "Hammond himself 
wants to pull that trigger on his wife. I hope the cops are on their toes-" 
A swarm of grey uniformed deputies suddenly appeared from nowhere. A 
helicopter appeared suddenly. There were shouts and a couple of shots were 
fired. In minutes the lawmen had rounded up the thugs, Hammond and Mrs. 
Hammond who was in good shape except for her fright, or so it appeared to 
George and the two women as they watched from the distance. It was a great 
show Two weeks later George drove up to the Hammond mansion to have lunch 
with the real Mrs. Penelope Hammond. The ice-blonde with the green eyes led 
him directly to the library, closed and locked the door. George dropped his 
mass of papers from the real estate office and sank into a big, red leather 
chair. 

"Wow! What action. Business lunch, Penny?" 

"Veddy business," she said in her English accent. She dropped to her knees 
in front of him, opened his zipper and took out his cock as if it were 
precious family jewels. She bent her head and sucked it into her mouth, 
lifting his balls gently out into the open. 

"Monkey business!" George laughed. "Oh, oh, oh!" It did feel great to let 
the slim, pixie Englishwoman suck his prick to a full, standing hard-on. 

He closed his eyes for a few minutes, savoring not only her expert attention 
on his prick, but the incredible change in the fortunes of himself and Tip 
since that fatal Sunday. Charles Hammond had been caught flat-footed in an 
attempt on his wife's life, gun in hand, with plenty of witnesses. What 
really nailed him was the testimony of the two thugs who, fearing to be 
tabbed as hired killers, testified against him, confirming the plot. George 
threw in his testimony with a great deal of satisfaction, although it wasn't 
necessary to go into the actions of Agatha and the fake murder, that not 
being needed. 

That left Hammond in jail, the mansion empty, since Charles had no close 
relatives, and Penny Hammond suddenly in charge of Hammond's house and his 
business. She quickly turned to Tip and George to keep the real estate 
operation running-and George reaped the benefits! 

"You Americans-such wonderful, large cocks," crooned Penny as she ate his 
stiff rod. "Europe has nothing like this!" 

"We think about sex a lot and grow 'em big!" laughed a happy George. "Ah, 
good-good-" George felt especially hot today. Not two hours before he'd had 
his sizzling blade deep inside of little Crissy's hungry little cunt-right 
on top of Charles Hammond's desk, behind locked doors at the office. Hammond 
had been indicted the day before, and bail had been denied. It looked like 
their common enemy was going to go to jail for a while, perhaps two to five 
years, and Crissy was also high and delighted, feeling she'd helped 
vindicate her family's name with her part of bringing Hammond down. 

That had been a fantastic fuck, with Crissy's long black hair spread out on 
the desk and her fine-textured nudity hugging George as he rammed home in 
her belly while outside the Hammond office went about its mundane duties. 

Tip was all tied up today, showing houses like mad-the fall rush was on-and 
he had good news for her, too, but that could wait until later. 

Now he carefully held the platinum head of the pretty young English-woman 
and drove his cock faster into her eager mouth. Penny had that delightful 
European way of wanting to serve a man. 

"You can make it a little harder, dear," he told her. "I've got to get it 
off and get back to the office. There's lots to do." 

She looked up at him with a mock-glare. 

"My dear man, you work for me. My needs come first." 

"Then let me really take care of 'em." 

So far she'd only had oral sex with him, claiming she feared his plunger 
would be too large for her. Penny had a ripe little body, but she was as 
small as Crissy, but more rounded. She was about twenty-five. George was 
crazy to dig his cock right up her tight cunt. 

"You might be too much." 

"Honey, Charles is gone for a while. A couple of years, maybe more." 

"I know. Isn't it wonderful?" 

He took her to the sofa. He peeled off her clothes while she waited with big 
green eyes, half fearful. 

"You'll be on top," he told her. "I don't want to crush you." 

"At least you're a gentleman-as Charles never was," she said, mounting him. 

He smiled up at her as she spread her legs, reached for his hard-on and 
brought it, trembling to her slit. 

"May this be the beginning of a long, fruitful relationship-if you don't 
tear my poor little cunnie off," she laughed. 

"Many happy returns," he said and notched her. 

They both gasped as he oozed his prick inside of her cunt for this 
first-ever full fuck. She was tight. Her body heat thrilled the head of his 
cock. Her channel offered sweet resistance, almost like his virginal fuck 
with Crissy. 

"Slow-slow-" she gasped as she sank down on his prick. 

Her wet walls slowly, grudgingly opened for him, he enjoying the exquisite 
pressure her vagina gave him. 

"Stop!" she cried. "It's too much-" It was like tossing a virgin. He only 
had about two inches into her belly and her eyes were wide, her mouth 
twisted in tense concentration, she feared his big prick. A normal six 
inches and an inch in the round was her limit, she felt. 

He looked up at her body and thrilled to see her charms-the pixie face, the 
white gold hair, those big green eyes. Her body was girlish until you came 
to her breasts which were large and ripe, almost as big as Tip's. Then she 
became a little girl again-until you came to the sexy flair of her hips and 
the delicious fertile look of her belly and loins-those belonged to a woman 
and cried out for a restless prick. 

It was kind to be cruel. He grabbed her buttocks and forced her, ramming his 
blade up her cunt recklessly. 

"AH, NOOOO," she wailed. 

She had to take his oversized prick and she folded over on his belly, 
panting. 

"I think-ah-too much, George. Oh, too much." 

"Nonsense. You're still alive and not bleeding." 

He began to fuck in and out of her, holding her tight so she couldn't uncock 
him, while she whined in fear. Nothing happened except that it felt 
absolutely silken and fabulous, while she began to pant. 

"I think-I think-" she gasped. 

"Me, too," he laughed. 

He pulled her all the way down and sank his mouth on her ripe tits. She 
cried out at the hot new pleasure and began to move a bit on his cock. She'd 
always feared-and been fascinated by-men with big cocks. George was the 
largest man she'd ever admitted to her private sex passage. 

Her cunt ached a little at the first savage penetration. Yet once he had 
fully taken her, the thrills came fast and furious. The friction was 
incredible. She sensed the extreme pleasure the tight fit gave to his shaft 
and that made her even hotter. What could be lovelier than having her velvet 
vagina practically welded to this hard meat stick that seemed to burn right 
into her very body itself. 

"You-really TAKING meeee-" she reported. 

"Be a short run," he gasped, thrilled to his own erotic depths. "Your 
cunt's-savaging-my prick!" 

Her smaller, more reserved lovers generally took her up slowly to the 
glories of orgasm. This was a different trip. Outrageous thrill followed 
outrageous thrill as he fucked her, making her feel as if the big penis 
inside of her grew and grew, taking over her whole body, commanding her to 
go wet, dizzy and totally impregnated with his hard tool. 

"I-going TOO FAST!" she gasped. "Go, go, go," he encouraged her, reaming her 
more strongly. 

"Ah, George, ah, ah, ah," she protested happily, whipped to wild exultation 
by his mastery. This one wasn't afraid to take her and use her! Her eyes 
began to glaze. Her belly began to suffuse with the ultimate impossibility 
of orgasmic wonder. 

"Can't happen-sooo quick," she said in wonder.. 

But it did. She thrilled right up to aching ecstasy, overpowered by the big 
plunging cock. 

"AWWWWWWW!" she keened happily. 

She felt the exquisite stillness when her muscles locked, ready for female 
submission. The riding blade didn't even allow her to linger at that happy 
spot. Gigantic throbs welled up from deep in her belly and made her cunt go 
quaking. Gung, gung, gung. She was thoroughly taken, spending off in full 
glory, grunting and surrendering her pixie femaleness. 

As George felt her throb in quick orgasm, he saw his future was secure. This 
hot little bomb was going to become addicted to his seven inches. He would 
be addicted to her, for a while, because he cherished a fast-spending woman, 
since he often threw too soon. 

"BABEEEE!" he went, letting himself go. He felt the golden lock of 
inevitability deep in his belly, his sexuality was tipped. He hugged her 
tightly, fucked against her womb and let his liquid shocks of relief and joy 
burn into her belly. Spurt, spurt, spurt. 

"Ahhhhhh." 

It was heavenly-finally pumping out his heavy semen load into the belly of 
the English girl! 

Later that evening at Tip's apartment there was further cause for 
celebration. 

"You're absolutely sure I'm in the clear in California, George?" 

"My friend out there, the lawyer, is absolutely sure. The felon warrant is 
canceled and your indictment dropped. Your ex-lover Ronnie cleared you all 
the way." 

"But I don't understand." 

"I tell you, Tip. He got religion. It's happening a lot in prisons today. He 
became a born again Christian and when they take it up that seriously it 
really changes them. He wants no part of his former life or its lies. He 
cleared you completely. All kinds of people who've gotten into trouble are 
converting. Actually you've been cleared for almost a year, but there was no 
way for them to reach you." "I still owe that bail bondsman." 

"No problem. With the deal I talked over with Penny Hammond today we'll have 
plenty of money." 

She hugged him happily. Their troubles in Conniston were completely over. 
She drew deep breaths of freedom and pleasure, the haunted feeling gone 
forever. 

"We really have to celebrate this." 

"I can think of a way." 

She looked at him and grinned. Crissy was out on a date with her deputy 
friend, Buck Alston, who'd been a link in the downfall of Hammond. 

Naked, they hugged and kissed in bed. George had his hand on Tip's full 
buttocks and she felt it creep deeper and deeper until he pressed on her 
sphincter and she had to shiver. 

"Oh, oh, I know what that means." 

"What does that mean?" 

"It means the huge club I feel pressing against my stomach wants to wound my 
poor, innocent asshole." "Tip!" 

"You've been creeping up on it, George. Every time we've been together you 
fool around more and more with my behind. You keep feeling there. 1 know 
you're hungry for it." 

"Tip, it's just one time-to see what it's like. I've never done it. I just 
thought I might shove it in a little way, to see what it's like." 

"I wouldn't know either," said Tip. "George, no woman wants to give her rear 
up to you. You're too large. You could tear flesh." 

"I don't think so, if I'm careful. Besides, you're richly built, Tip. I 
could never approach Crissy, or-" "Or Mrs. Hammond?" 

"What?" 

Tip laughed and snuggled her naked body close to him. 

"I have my suspicions about those lunches." "Strictly business." 

"Strictly none of my business, but you're missing the one argument that 
MIGHT, just MIGHT gain you entrance to the hole of sodomy that your hard 
prick hungers for." 

"What's that?" 

"Penny Hammond has a cute tail, but she's far too small ever to allow her 
English ass to be used for sex. So is Crissy. So, if you don't want it too 
often you just MIGHT get your piece of ass from the well-built woman who can 
give it." 

"TIP!" 

She got up on her hands and knees, laughing presenting her full, ripe 
behind, while an excited George got vaseline and greased her sexy crack and 
his eager, stiff cock. 

"Baby, I want you to know this is SPECIAL." "I hope so." 

Ever since the night he'd been forced by Hammond to fuck Chloe Bridges' tail 
George had hungered for another anal experience. Tip's ass was the only 
answer, even better than Chloe's. Tip was built for heavy duty sex of every 
kind-and sooo beautiful, front and rear. Those smooth buttocks with the neat 
smile lines, tapered back thighs and deep, deep crack drew his cock like a 
magnet. 

Holding his breath, he felt for her corrugation, found it, and dug for a few 
moments, grunting. She grunted too in distress as he forced her sphincter. 

The truth was-Tip was not an ass virgin. One afternoon on her sales rounds 
she'd run into Henry Bridges at the escrow office. His sale was about to go 
through. One thing led to another and she found herself with him in a motel 
room in Lock wood. He told her his wife, Chloe, had suddenly taken a letch 
for anal intercourse and it was spectacular-if the woman were built for it. 
Caught up in the excitement of a new trip, she allowed him to sodomize her 
just to see what it was like. To her astonishment it didn't hurt that much 
and it really turned her on. 

Now she groaned as she felt the piercing, fierce thrust of this bigger cock. 
Could she take it all? Her sphincter was pressed back cruelly and she got 
the weird thrill of feeling her tenderest opening violated. Behind her 
George held her hips and grunted in his own delicious concentration. She 
wondered if he really had never tried it before . . . not that that 
mattered. 

In, in, in as they both grunted and sweated, placing huge cock in slick, wet 
back passage. It hurt her, made her poor stretched ass-muscle ache, but 
there was a delightful warm feeling to the stroke of that hot, hard meat up 
her tail, in spite of the unpleasant fullness involved. 

It felt like he had penetrated into the delicate, secret place of her entire 
being, a place of danger and sensitivity, where she could be irreparably 
torn-that added to the excitement. 

At last he was all the way inside her gut. He laid forward on her back, 
holding her, slowly stroking sex fires into her tits, beginning to move that 
blessed wonderful cock in and out of her ass. 

"YOU-FUCKING MY A-A-ASS," she gasped. 

"So tight, so deep, sexy," he groaned. 

It was a fantastic fulfillment for him. He felt his cock splitting her 
deeply in her endless chamber where there was no womb to stop it all. He 
felt, most of all, the sexy slide of her smooth, firm buttocks working 
against his belly and thighs as he mastered her fertile loin mass and gave 
his shaft exquisite, soft friction. 

They rocked, getting dizzy. He fucked her cunt with his finger and soon she 
bucked on him in hot passion, crying out the wonders of her ass-impalement. 

"Ah, George-ohhh, sooo DEEP!" 

"Right-right-into your bodeeeee," he cried in ecstasy. 

They husbanded the rushes of rising exultation as long as they could, but 
she got so hot that she finally began to voluntarily pinch his blade with 
her sphincter and she reduced him to a panting beggar. 

"I-I-GOT TOOO-" he cried. Then. "UH, UH, UH." 

He froze and his jism flew, seeding her butt with unbelievable spurts of 
body-hot come, far up her ass tunnel. 

That did it for her, taking his hot squirts and feeling his hug, his 
pleasure-crazed body pumping off seed into her. 

"GEORGE, MY ASSSS!" she cried and melted, knees weak, belly locking on his 
finger. She gave it all up with dizzy, heartfelt throbs of delight, her 
sphincter clipping his cock as her cunt would've done in regular sex. 

"Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhh. I'm totallly fuuuuucked," she sang. She spent it all 
out, lusciously deliciously sexily, as she slowly folded under him and they 
lay gasping in after-sex euphoria . . . 

Later George lifted a drink dreamily in the SHADY LANE bar that had once 
again become his favorite spot to escape and relive daily events. What a 
fabulous day! He'd been with three women and drained himself wonderfully, 
experienced love as well as exquisite sex. What more could a man ask, future 
secure, health good, and plenty of love opportunities. 

A shadow fell across the booth where he sat. 

"Could you-help me, George?" 

It was Chloe. Chloe Bridges, for God's sake. She told him her husband had 
had a raise at work and they'd been out on the town for a big dinner and 
plenty of drinks. Henry Bridges had passed out. 

"I have to get him home and in bed. He's so heavy. He'll sleep till morning, 
George. There's nothing I can do about that." 

All the way back to the Bridges home, driving, George felt the rising 
excitement in his loins. FOUR? FOUR in one day? No, that was impossible! 

But after he and Chloe dropped off Henry, after she came to his apartment 
and took off her clothes, showing him that sexy, naked body, his prick rose 
right up to glorious hardness. His reservoir felt full and ready. He 
thrilled in anticipation. 

"You're grinning," she said coming to the bed. 

"I have to," he said. "All I could think about all day long was sex, but I 
couldn't get any. Now you're here, baby ..." 


THE END
