Happy Hookers
by Valerie Hart
(LLP-986)


CHAPTER ONE 

It was Wednesday, a cold, bitter January Wednesday, and the four beautiful, 
bored ladies sat around the little metal table with the cloth top, holding 
their cards and yawning. Bridge had become a boring game. Not that the 
ladies didn't enjoy one another's company. On the contrary, they enjoyed 
each other's company very much, but over the past ten years they had fallen 
into a rut. 

They ranged in age from twenty-seven, the youngest, to thirty-two, the 
oldest, and they had met through a church social ten years earlier when they 
had initially moved into the little village of Camden, in Minnesota. Since 
they were new to the community, and the four families had all moved in at 
the same time, the ladies had formed their own little clique. Along with 
their husbands, they held parties to which they occasionally invited 
outsiders, but mostly preferred staying amongst one another. They went out 
to the theater together as an eightsome, had the same maid who came to each 
of their homes in turn once every two weeks to do the cleaning, and gossiped 
about the same two hundred people who were all part of the larger church 
social group to which they belonged. They had children approximately the 
same age, between seven and eight, all of whom rode on the same bus to the 
same school, and the ladies' husbands were all well-to-do so that none of 
the women had to go to work. 

Today they were playing at Marilyn's house. Marilyn was the shortest lady in 
the group, just about five feet tall. She had dark-brown hair cut very short 
and curved outward to accentuate her deep brown eyes. Her nose was very tiny 
and she had a full pair of lips above a small, delicate chin. From the neck 
down, Marilyn was very dainty, with a long, slender throat, medium shoulders 
beneath an emerald green, long-sleeved dress, and breasts which, at the age 
of twenty-nine, were still able to stand up without a brassiere had she 
chosen not to wear one. But Marilyn wore one, more out of habit than 
anything else. Though her breasts were smaller than she would have liked, 
they were large enough for her husband, and she knew men still looked at 
them, though she was unable to understand just why. Perhaps it was because 
her waist was so narrow it made her breasts stand out even more than they 
should have stood out. If Marilyn was lacking in anything feminine, it might 
be said she had almost no hips. Not that she didn't have a nice, rounded 
ass, but it was very tiny, and her hips were more boyish than girlish. 

Sitting across the table from her was Marilyn's bridge partner, Roseann. 
Roseann was a redhead, though her hair was really more auburn than bright 
red. Roseann was the tallest one in the group, and despite the fact that she 
was very slender, she was always complaining about having gained weight. 
Roseann also had brown eyes, but her eyes sparkled vivaciously. Her nose was 
straight and set just right into an oval face. Although not really 
big-busted, Roseann's breast measurements were somewhat larger than those of 
Marilyn, and her waist was an inch larger, as well. Roseann had nice, curvy 
hips, and long slender legs, though the opaque red-and-purple dress she was 
wearing, one of the shapeless style creations from the year before, hid the 
fact at the moment. 

To Roseann's right was Pearl. Pearl was the buxom member of the group, and 
though her entire body and her face had a round appearance to it, Pearl was 
definitely not fat. Pearl had dark, wavy hair, also short like that of all 
the women at the table which accentuated the fullness of her naturally red 
cheeks. Under the blue dress she was wearing Pearl's breasts stood up like 
twin volleyballs waiting for someone to come along and bounce them. Pearl's 
waist was narrower than it looked under the shapeless folds of her dress, 
and she had very definitely large, round hips. 

Across the table from Pearl sat Eileen. Eileen's hair was prematurely white, 
so she had insisted it be tinted a tinge of blue. Her face was a pleasant, 
wrinkle-free countenance, and her blue eyes twinkled whenever she spoke. 
Eileen had a short, straight nose, and a small mouth. Under her gray dress 
was a figure not quite as buxom as Pearl's, yet not as slender as Roseann's. 
Eileen was the quietest member of the Bridge club. 

"Hear about Mary Wallace?" Pearl was asking. 

"You mean about her being unfaithful?" Roseann yawned. "Tell me something 
new. Half the women in the community are unfaithful. They just aren't as 
dumb as Mary and get caught at it." 

"Getting caught is one thing," Pearl said. "But putting herself in a 
position to get caught is something else again. She was dumb enough to bring 
the man home, and her husband walked in on them while they were right in the 
middle of it." 

"That is dumb," Marilyn agreed. "Two hearts!" 

"Three clubs," Pearl said. "She claimed she was doing it to earn some extra 
money. Said her husband didn't give her enough, though lord knows the man 
makes enough." 

"Two-no-trump!" Roseann replied. "Now come on, which one of us is really 
getting enough money from our husbands? I mean, Leo works at two jobs, and 
one would be enough. Yet he loves playing the saxophone so much, he takes 
these weekend jobs playing with a small band at weddings. The man makes all 
kinds of dough, and he leaves me with a household allowance of a hundred 
dollars a week. Who can run a household on a hundred dollars a week 
nowadays?" 

"Six spades!" Eileen said, refusing to say anything. 

"You know," Marilyn snapped, "if I had the nerve, I'd like to make a little 
extra money that way. I mean, I don't know about you girls, but I'm not 
getting all the loving I used to get when I first got married. I kinda miss 
it." 

"Come on," Pearl replied. "You haven't the courage to do something like 
that, and you know it." 

"It's not a question of courage," Roseann chimed in. "We all of us have our 
daily schedules, which includes having to be home every day by three o'clock 
to give the kids their cookies and milk and make sure they don't get into 
mischief." 

"Are you telling me that if you had the time, you'd actually prostitute 
yourself?" Pearl asked, her voice sounding almost challenging. 

"Words, merely words," Roseann replied. "Right now we're actually 
prostituting ourselves, but each of us for the benefit of a single man. 
After all, we give them our bodies, and they give us money to run the 
household. If we're lucky, and we scrimp and save enough from the household 
money, we go and get our hair done on Saturday. Sometimes we actually save 
enough to buy a new dress. You're damn right I'd prostitute myself if I 
thought I'd be able to get away with it." 

"So would I," Marilyn nodded. "The question is, how do we get away with it?" 

"You know, if I thought you girls were serious, I'd say, let's forget all 
this Bridge-playing, and in the future spend our Wednesdays picking up some 
extra cash." 

"But we'd never get away with it," Marilyn insisted. "Everyone around here 
knows us." 

"I know of a way." 

Roseann, Marilyn, and Pearl all turned to look at Eileen, who had been 
silent up until that point. She was the one who had spoken. "You girls are 
right. It's time we started earning some extra money. We can do it every 
Wednesday between eleven-thirty and two-thirty." 

"My God!" Roseann gasped. "Eileen? You? You're the one person we thought was 
going to talk us out of this." 

"Why?" Eileen asked. "Because I'm silent most of the time and let you girls 
do most of the talking? Do any of you have an idea about my own kind of love 
life? No? Well this time I'll do the talking, and the three of you can 
listen." 

"Are you sure you want to tell us?" Pearl asked. 

"I have to tell someone, or I'll go crazy," Eileen replied. "A psychoanalyst 
costs money. So I'm talking to you three girls, knowing there isn't one 
among you who will blab to anyone else. Each of you tells her secrets to the 
other three of us. But if I tell my secret to the three of you at once, then 
there's no one for you to tell your story to. It's only fair. Over the 
years, each of the three of you has divulged her own love life here. I'm 
sure you've all been wondering about mine. Well, I'll tell you, it's dull, 
D, U, L, L, dull! My husband knows how to make me climax, and I know what 
it's like to enjoy sex, but over the past six years sex has become 
monotonous, boring, repetitive. We get into bed, he tugs my nightie up to my 
chin, squeezes my breasts once or twice, rolls over on top of me, pokes 
himself into me, pumps back and forth, and sometimes I cum and sometimes I 
don't. The instant he shoots he's off me, lying beside me, telling me what a 
great roll in the hay I am after all these years. Well, the time has come 
for me to find out if I am such a great roll in the hay. I don't know about 
you girls, but I, for one, can use an extra hundred dollars a week. I've 
figured out how we can earn it while you've been talking. It's only a 
question of, which one of us goes first, to break the ice." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The winter wind was howling outside, and though there was no snow, the sky 
was overcast. The residents of Holloway, Minnesota were safely ensconced 
indoors on that late Wednesday morning the following week. The large 
Holloway Motor Inn, at the end of the little village, where it bordered on 
Ludlow, another in a series of small villages, stood looking like a manor 
house. Holloway was between Camden and Ludlow, and the Minnesota population 
was almost clannish in that they never actually went from one village to 
another unless it was merely to pass through on their way out of the state, 
either on business or pleasure. But no one in Camden went to Holloway for 
pleasure, and no one in Holloway went to Camden or Ludlow for pleasure. So 
the people of each village were just about total strangers to the people of 
all the other villages. 

Eileen Sable was that rarity, a woman who had explored her neighboring 
villages. She had done so more from a curiosity born of boredom than 
anything else. She liked shopping in different village stores, because 
prices varied from one village to the next. Besides, it gave her something 
to do. This was what gave her the idea to enlarge upon what the other three 
woman in her Bridge club had been kiddingly discussing. 

At the moment, Eileen, Pearl, and Marilyn were sitting in the motor inn's 
large restaurant. At the far end there was a cocktail lounge. Un-like most 
bars and cocktail lounges, this one, though softly lit, was relatively 
brightly lit. Light from the large picture window overlooking the parking 
lot helped add to the cheery atmosphere of the place. It was the one place 
in the world where no policeman would suspect a hooker might operate. 

There were multitudes of small tables symmetrically placed throughout the 
restaurant, and it was first beginning to fill up. The three women sat far 
back in a corner of the room, all of them wearing drab dresses, watching. 

Eileen had come in earlier that week and had spoken with the bartender, a 
big, burly man known only as Shelly. She wanted to reserve one particular 
motel room for Wednesday, with the idea that if things worked out well, 
every Wednesday thereafter four rooms would be reserved. Shelly, as the 
bartender, would make the reservation in advance, and this way no one would 
be able to directly trace the room to any of the women, just in case there 
was some reason or other for the police or anyone else to check the 
registration cards. 

The room rented for fifteen dollars for the three hour period between noon 
and three P.M. For his troubles, Shelly would be paid an additional 
twenty-five dollars ... per room, assuming he would be reserving four rooms 
every Wednesday from then on. 

The women had drawn straws to see who would make the initial move, and 
Roseann had won-or lost-depending on the point of view. So the redheaded 
woman, wearing a black dress that showed lots of thigh and lots of cleavage, 
was sitting at the bar, nursing a lemonade. Un-like the three women sitting 
in the corner watching her, Roseann was wearing heavy makeup, with purple 
mascara on her eyelids, thick lipstick, and artificially long lashes. 
Although it was meant more as a means of attracting men than a disguise, 
anyone knowing and seeing Roseann made up this way would not have recognized 
her without looking more closely at her. 

She sat with her profile to the bar, smoking a cigarette, which she normally 
didn't do, her right leg crossed over her left, the nylon-encased limb 
swinging ever so slightly in the black high-heeled shoe. Just about everyone 
coming into the place had to notice her. 

Roseann felt nervous about this. It seemed so open, so public, and she was 
almost mortified. Yet she had drawn the short straw, so she stayed where she 
was. From time to time she looked at the other three women, all of whom were 
watching her with steadfast eyes. 

Taking the dead cigarette from the holder she was using, Roseann stubbed it 
out in the ashtray on top of the bar. She replaced it with a fresh 
cigarette, and was almost startled when a gold cigarette lighter appeared as 
if from nowhere and the flame touched the tip of her cigarette. 

He was tall, very tall, with jet-black hair and clear brown eyes. His body 
was slender but hard, and his face looked like something she had seen in the 
movies. He had the kind of easy going manner that should have put him way 
ahead of Burt Reynolds and Robert Redford together. What was more, he was at 
least fifteen years younger than either of them, which meant he was just 
about Roseann's age. It was obvious this was something he had done before, 
and his easy manner made Roseann feel easier even though he had yet to say a 
word. 

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. 

"Lemonade," she replied. 

"Two lemonades," he said to Shelly, the bartender. Then he turned to Roseann 
and said, "It's refreshing to find a lady who doesn't drink tea and pretend 
its whiskey." 

"I don't shill for the house," she told him. 

"No, of course not," he nodded. "You're in business for yourself. At least, 
I assume you're in business." 

"You assume correctly," she nodded. 

"How much?" he added, appraising her long, slender figure with a burning 
glance that made Roseann want to run and hide. Now that she was actually 
involved in this, she was terrified. 

"A hundred-and-forty covers everything, including the cost of the room," she 
told him. 

"For how long?" he asked. 

"Until three," she replied. "Just one thing," she went on, unable to 
understand how she managed to keep the quiver out of her voice. "No weird 
things. No B and D, no S and M, no inflicting of pain. Anything else you 
want, you get." 

"That's fair enough," he nodded. "What room?" 

"The money in advance," she told him. 

"How do I know you won't cop out after I've given you the money?" he asked. 
"It has been known to happen." 

"Put it in an envelope and give it to the bartender," she replied. "If I try 
copping out, as you call it, you can always come back within fifteen minutes 
of the time we leave here and take your money back. One thing is certain, 
and that is, once we're alone, if I start giving you what you want, you'll 
never be finished within fifteen minutes. If, on the other hand, you don't 
like what you see, you have those fifteen minutes to change your mind." 

"Deal," he nodded. "Call me Fred." 

When Shelly brought Roseann her next lemonade, Fred asked for an envelope. 
Shelly produced one from beneath the bar and handed it to the man. He took 
out his wallet and counted out a hundred-and-forty dollars in front of 
Roseann, on top of the bar. Then he put the money in the envelope, sealed 
it, and called the bartender back. It was obvious Shelly had been briefed, 
because he took the envelope and tucked it under the bar. Then he handed 
Roseann a room key. 

Getting off her barstool, Roseann made her way through the weave of tables 
with Fred behind her, and the other three women watched with avid interest. 
They remained seated where they were, each of them feeling her heart hammer 
as if she were the one involved instead of Roseann. 

Roseann put on her coat, a green cloth coat with a fake fur collar, and the 
man put on his own expensive black overcoat, and they stepped outside into 
the howling wind. The other three ladies observed them through the large 
picture window as they walked across the parking lot to the motel rooms, 
going up a flight of outside stairs. 

Halfway up, Roseann tripped, and Fred caught her. He swung her up in his 
arms, his fingers pressing against the fullness of her breast under her 
coat. He was able to feel her nipple as she twisted when they reached her 
door, and she used the key to open it. He thought he detected a small quiver 
in the beautiful redhead, but experienced as he was, he had no idea this was 
Roseann's first time. 

"You can put me down now," Roseann told him, once they were in the room and 
he kicked the door closed. 

Nodding, he lowered the lovely woman, his hand sliding under the open front 
of her coat and moving further up the smooth warmth of her rounded breast. 
He cupped the lovely cone of flesh, and he was pleased that Roseann had made 
no move to pull away from him. Instead, her own arm encircled his waist as 
she pulled him into the room, walking backward. It was a neat little hotel 
room, with two large double beds and the sink and counter at the far end 
outside the bathroom-proper. His hands, caressing her firm breasts made 
Roseann shudder, and she realized she actually wanted to go through with 
this. 

She took off her coat while he continued fondling her, and she tossed it on 
the left bed. Then she removed his coat and tossed it there as well. 

It had been so easy it was almost ridiculous. She didn't believe any man was 
willing to pay a hundred-and-forty dollars to be with her, and suddenly she 
was learning new things about herself rapidly. Perhaps her husband found her 
to be a habit, but to this man, and to a whole world of other men, she was 
something new, something refreshing, and many of them were willing to pay to 
enjoy her. 

"One question," she told him. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to be 
cute, but I think you'd better let me know ahead of time if you have any 
social disease." 

"I'm clean," he assured her. 

"Good, so am I." 

"You're more than clean, you're...." 

He never got any further because she cut him off abruptly, her full warm 
lips pressing lightly against his. 

He enveloped her in the circle of his own arms and kissed her solidly, and 
her hands pressed on his temples, pulling his head away because he was 
kissing her so hard, it hurt. 

"Whoa!" she told him. "I bruise easily. Anything you want, but gently." 

Then her lips were pressing meaningfully on those of the man she knew as 
Fred, making him understand that she had every intention of earning the 
money he was paying. The pressure of her mouth against those of the man 
increased, and then Fred was aware of her lips parting and a wet flicking of 
her tongue slithered across his lips as if pleading with them to separate. 
There was no need for any begging on her part. Fred's mouth accepted the 
offer of her kiss and allowed her pink oral probe to dart inside in search 
of his own tongue. 

As his hands reached out to cradle and hold her lovely red hair, her tongue 
was suddenly twisting and whipping around in his mouth like a trapped snake, 
eager to find some way to escape. Her own hands were under his suit jacket, 
pressing on his waist, caressing and rubbing his body as her tongue 
continued its duel with his. Now it was his turn to probe into her mouth 
with his tongue. He had a long tongue, and it rushed across her palate in an 
eager attempt to reach into her throat. It didn't quite make it, but the 
pressure of his oral digit in believed possible. It thrilled Roseann to know 
that it had grown this way strictly because of the pressure of her body. Her 
confidence in herself and her ability was growing by leaps and bounds with 
every passing second. She was glad now that she and the girls had agreed to 
do this. 

Her hips continued undulating against the thick length of fleshy pipe hidden 
in his pants. Even through the covering of his clothing she knew he felt 
every rounded bit of her own bulging, hairy mound. The tantalizing dance of 
her hair-surrounded vaginal lips seemed to make his bludgeoning shaft strain 
that much more stiffly against the fabric of his pants in an effort to be 
free. 

Then her tongue was gone from his mouth and she pulled back a little, still 
in the circle of his arms. She smiled widely at him, her eyes more alive 
than ever as she realized she had been missing so much in life these past 
years, and now she was going to make up for it. More important, she was 
actually being paid. 

"Are you this vivacious with all the other men?" he asked, smiling at her, 
bringing the hard reality to her that he believed she was a pro at this. 

"I don't think about anyone else when I'm with a man," she replied. "That 
one man is the only person who really counts. After all, you're paying a lot 
of money for me, and there's no reason why you should feel you aren't 
getting every penny's worth." 

"I didn't mean to be crass," he told her. "I'm sorry for sounding so 
commercial. I've been with her mouth made Roseann shudder. 

She suddenly realized she was not only going to do whatever this man wanted, 
but she was going to relish doing it. She actually wanted to be unfaithful. 
No! No, it was more than that. She wanted to feel as if she were being 
loved, and oddly enough, even though the man was paying for it, he was 
willing to heap physical adoration on her, something her own husband hadn't 
done in many and many a year. 

With her husband, Roseann always had to undress herself and then patiently 
wait in bed for him to throw his burly form on her and perform. With this 
man, she simply relaxed as little by little, he began peeling garment after 
garment from her body until she was totally naked. She wanted to step back 
and let him look at what he was getting, but the man held her close to him, 
continually kissing her the entire time. Her hands worked his jacket off, 
and she managed to toss it, without looking, onto the bed where their coats 
and her clothing lay. Her hand squeezed his buttocks and then undid his belt 
as she become more and more aware of the hardness between his thighs. She 
knew, without seeing it, that it was both longer and thicker than that of 
her husband. This was really going to be an interesting experience. 

She discovered his buttocks to be an ever-increasing mass of tightening 
flesh under her manipulating hands. Meanwhile, she found it difficult to 
work his pants down because of the swelling in front. That other mass of 
flesh was fully grown now, and harder than she would have quite a few other 
women in my time. As you might have guessed, I'm the well known traveling 
salesman about whom they've written all those jokes. I go from state to 
state, usually here in Wisconsin, Minnesota, and the Great Lakes region. I 
sell farming equipment. I'm on the road one to two months at a time, and it 
gets lonely. Sure, I pay for companionship, basically because I find it's 
the easiest way to get a woman of quality. Hell! It's a lot easier than 
seducing some poor farmer's wife and risk having the man come after me with 
a shotgun. But all the other women have a coldness about them I don't find 
in you. Sure they make me feel good, and they tell me what a great lover I 
am. That's what they're paid to do. But you're the first one who's ever made 
me feel sorry I've referred to money. You make me feel like a man in love 
all over again." 

She was unbuttoning his shirt now, one button at a time, having pulled his 
tie off while he had been talking. Because his pants were open, she found it 
was easy to reach the last button. Roseann smiled at him, then teasingly 
prolonged slipping it from the buttonhole. She seemed to fumble awkwardly, 
and then she finally undid it and slipped it from his shoulders. Then she 
tugged his undershirt over his head and stepped back, letting him get that 
look at her body she so desperately wanted him to have. 

He examined her carefully, and there was no doubt she was a stunningly 
beautiful woman. The sight of her full, rounded breasts with their pink 
nipples and equally pink rosettes made his mouth water. Her white belly was 
flat and hard, and looking at her made his balls swell in his scrotum while 
the sac tightened in his groin. 

"You finish the job," she said to him, pointing to his pants. 

Fred needed no further urging. She was lovely! Her voice held the hollow, 
throaty sound of desire indicating what she wanted. He no longer thought of 
this as a paying proposition. Rather he sincerely believed that she needed 
precisely what he needed. It was something he would only be too glad to give 
her. 

He wriggled out of his undershorts after having pulled off his shoes and 
socks, then let his eyes return to her, as if he were some schoolboy about 
to be treated to some wonderful delight for the very first time. He stared 
at her thighs, slender white pillars that surrounded a lush growth of 
reddish brown hair. He was barely able to see the pinkness of her 
tantalizing vaginal lips. They were already wet with her flow of juices, 
making the man sincerely believe she was attracted to him. 

His eyes traveled back up to her breasts. They weren't really large, but 
they were nice and round and stood up beautifully. She breathed with an 
obvious excitement under his searching eyes, and the movement caused her 
breasts to do a slow little bouncy dance up and down and around. She turned 
her body a little to the side in order to give the man another view of her 
lovely global attributes. The white spheres of her mammarial flesh seemed to 
be astonishingly firm, the man would never have guessed she was the mother 
of an eight-year-old girl. Roseann looked a lot younger than her thirty-two 
years. She was the oldest member of the Bridge group, yet she looked almost 
ten years younger than she was. Her nipples stood up like tiny little 
reddish-pink spikes as blood continued traveling through them. They crested 
the whiteness of her breasts like little cherries sitting in the middle of a 
splash of cherry syrup on top of two white mountains of ice cream-vanilla 
ice cream. 

Once more his eyes returned along the smooth, flat, white plane of her 
panting belly, watching it ripple as it moved in and out. He fairly 
salivated when he saw there were little sparkles of dew in the softness of 
her auburn pubic bush. Though it was obvious her pubis was heavily covered 
with hair, he also noted the hair ended abruptly, and though there seemed to 
be some few strands on her labia, there were none further back. 

He raised his eyes and looked at her face. He noticed Roseann's eyes were 
looking hungrily at him as they wandered over his body. She paid particular 
attention to the jutting length of his throbbing penile pole jutting from 
his crotch. The hard shaft of his masculinity seemed to twitch and shudder 
under her gaze as searing sexual flame pulsed uncontrollably through its 
throbbing length. 

The upstanding globes of her pert breasts shimmered as they seemingly 
sensuously swayed from side to side when she began moving toward him. He 
watched as the swollen nipples topping the rounded jugs seemingly traced 
invisible patterns in the air. Her temptingly full hips jutted outward in 
exaggerated fashion as she moved. All the while her eyes remained glued to 
him, like those of a large cat striking its prey. 

Roseann stopped directly in front of the man so that her fattened nipples 
seemingly reached forward of their own accord and made contact with the 
man's body. Pleasing little tantalizing shivers shot through Fred's quaking 
body as the beautiful auburn-haired woman swayed slightly, working the 
fleshy buds back and forth against his almost hairless chest. Roseann's 
rich, chocolate eyes were locked to the dark brown eyes of the man, 
sparkling with glowing embers of burning inner lust. 

Fred needed no further invitation to accept what the lovely lady was 
offering. He roughly grasped her feminine hips, and then he slowly moved his 
head toward hers. Her own head tilted the littlest bit in order to accept 
his advance. Her lips were instantly parted the moment their mouths met, 
allowing his tongue to enter her oral cave and probe again. 

At the same time, Fred's anxiously searching hands began sliding slowly up 
the smooth slopes of the beautiful woman's sides. His fingertips reveled in 
feeling the excited little trembles that charged through her shuddering 
flesh. He knew it was his touch that was arousing her, and it made the man 
feel good. Usually the hooker was the aggressive one, feeling the necessity 
to give a man everything he paid for, as soon as possible, therefore 
unwittingly taking the initiative. Not so this woman. 

She made him feel like a man in every way, making him work, though not too 
hard, for every enjoyable particle of her. 

His hands continued their ascent, moving higher and higher until his thumbs 
were rubbing the undersides of her full breasts. He slid his remaining 
fingers across the lovely mounds, opening them in order to totally encompass 
their circumferences. The twin spheres of womanly flesh were constantly 
vibrating with eager anticipation. 

As if not wanting to be left out of all this, Roseann's hands began moving, 
her hands becoming active. She made the man very much aware of the lightness 
of her taunting, tantalizing fingertips as they gently skittered down the 
fronts of his thighs, teasing the hard muscles there until they quivered 
just the littlest bit in eager anticipation. With the same tantalizing 
softness, Roseann's hands moved to the small of his back, and then they 
drifted downward to the man's flat buttocks. As if she had done this all her 
life, Roseann, in the manner of an expert seductress, ran her sharp 
fingernails over the roundness of his ass-cheeks, more and more aware of the 
hardened muscles underneath. Her fingers continued playing downward, delving 
into the dark crease that was his anal crevice, then sliding even lower 
between his thighs toward the ultra-sensitive hairiness of his wrinkled sac. 

At that moment a rear attack on his masculinity was definitely not what 
Roseann wanted to do. She much preferred the more direct approach, 
especially since this would be her first penis outside the limits of her 
marriage. In a single easy motion her hands moved from the flat playground 
of his buttocks around front, to his crotch. She wrapped the demanding 
tightness of her squeezing fingers around the pulsing thickness of his 
throbbing penis, aware of its breadth, thrilling to the thought of it 
plumbing her vaginal depths in a very short while. 

The tantalizing motion of her action was more than Fred's inner control was 
able to endure. With an urgency of their own, his fingers began digging 
roughly into the rounded fullness of her lovely breasts. Somehow they 
managed a mutual moan as their entangled tongues continued fencing with one 
another. 

Constantly kneading, the man's hands were squeezing the heavily laden globes 
on her chest. As if giving her approval, letting him know how much she liked 
his grasping fingers, her tongue lanced into his mouth, flicking over the 
smoothness of his palate, urging him to continue, by all means. 

Higher and higher his tantalizing fingertips moved, touching the pink 
circles of her areolae, then reaching for the cresting strawberries that 
were her nipples. As his hands worked, he continued tantalizing her, causing 
new and shuddering thrills to charge through her waiting body until, at 
last, he finally reached the rubbery extensions and began lightly touching 
them with the tips of his forefingers. She groaned. Then her probing tongue 
began whipping about inside his mouth that much harder. In return, he 
continued tweaking the hardening buttons of feminine flesh, his fingers 
constantly fondling them until they stood so stiffly, it felt as if they 
were ready to fall from her body. 

Groaning, Roseann jerked a tightly squeezing hand up and down the 
outstanding, rigid length of the man's throbbing phallus. Her other hand 
reached between his spread thighs and found the scrotal duffel bag 
containing the delicate ovals dangling from the base of his throbbing organ. 
In the same rough fashion that he began working and manipulating her 
breasts, her fingers wrapped themselves around his gunny sac. She was aware 
of his egg-shaped testicles dancing around in his scrotum. All this did was 
excite her all the more, and as a result Roseann squeezed the puffy bag a 
little harder, feeling the balls all but rub against each other. 

When the two people finally pulled apart, Roseann's lovely eyes found 
themselves fogged with unbelievable pleasure, realizing her body was still 
capable of deep passion in spite of having made stilted love with her 
husband for so many years. Her trembling lips began parting as if to whisper 
something, but then the man's hands once again grasped the firmness of her 
shuddering breasts. There were wo whispered words now; only the low, 
deep-throated moan of total desire. 

The man's mouth closed in on hers once again, covering her thrillingly 
sensuous lips. Swirling and flicking, his tongue continued delving into the 
tantalizingly humid sweetness of her trembling mouth. She pressed herself 
closer to him, rolling the roundness of her breasts against the pressure of 
his palms. Her hand, in the meantime, continued up and down the shuddering 
pole of his manhood with ever-increasing pressure. 

Slowly, carefully, yet seemingly unconscious of what they were doing, the 
couple lowered themselves on top of the spread of the bed with no clothing 
on it. There, lying half on, and half off this lovely, desirable bundle of 
living feminine flesh, Fred finally surrendered the hold he had on one of 
her delightful breasts. In what seemed like slow motion fashion, in a manner 
designed to prolong his taunting manner, he began tickling his fingers over 
the smoothness of her flat stomach, moving lower and lower until they probed 
into the auburn hedge covering her pelvic mound. 

The mounting moans of continually gasping passion constantly were issuing 
from the lovely woman's aching throat. She forced her delightful thighs even 
wider apart, allowing herself to yield to his exploratory touch. Roseann 
trembled and quaked as the man's ever-moving fingers began weaving through 
the lovely reddish down toward that extremely vulnerable slash that was her 
vagina. Her gripping fingers tightened their hold on the stiff roundness of 
the penis she refused to release. 

Very much aware of the delightful woman's consuming need, thrilled that a 
woman actually needed him as much as he needed her, Fred tickled a wet 
finger into the dripping pool of her oil-filled vaginal tunnel. In an 
uncontrolled spasm of sexual energy, Roseann found herself squealing and 
bucking her hips upward. Realizing how much she enjoyed what he was doing, 
Fred pushed his finger even deeper into the tightness of her open hole as 
the lovely lady sought to impale herself. Then, as if his finger were a 
cock, he began pumping the digit in and out of her tight, hot pussy. Her 
lips, twisted with ecstatic wonder, were suddenly tugged from those of the 
man as a low, constant groan built in her throat and came seeping out 
between her lips. 

Finding the woman so soft and yielding and so accepting, enjoying the fact 
that she was sharing herself rather than merely ministering to him, he 
strove to drive her to the very edge of thrilled rapture before drilling 
himself into the tightness of her body. His finger was only too aware of how 
tight she was, so totally unlike all the other whores he had ever known. He 
maneuvered another finger into the wet crease between her loins, but instead 
of thrusting it into the tenderness of her sucking vagina, he slid it up 
along the feminine dimple to the apex where her inner labia came together. 
Even the most awkward of lovers would have been able to find that which he 
was seeking. But this man, having been handled by, and having handled, 
dozens of whores, was far from awkward. He seemed to know exactly how to 
handle the extended nubbin. Her clitoris was there for the touching, and 
touch it he did. Roseann's shuddering body began bucking wildly once again 
under the delightfully intimate contact. 

In a tantalizing, almost teasing fashion, his forefinger pressed against the 
throbbing, excited bud. Lust-laden whimpers came in response to his 
titillating touch. He continued brushing and stroking the tiny 
pleasure-sensitive nodule in an action that drew another series of almost 
pitiful little cries from the beautiful woman under him. He continued 
rolling and fondling the agitated button until her hand released its 
crushing grip on his throbbing cock and forcefully pulled his fingers from 
the heated kiln of her aching cunt. 

"NOW!" she gasped, her voice a whisper of strained hoarseness. "FUCK ME ... 
FUCK MEEE ... FUCK ME, NOWWWWW!" 

Without the least little bit of hesitation, the man slid atop Roseann's 
willing body. Her other hand, the one that had been clutching his balls, now 
moved a little higher and guided the thick head of his throbbing penis to 
the wet lips of her vagina. Thrilling tremors of flaming excitement began 
charging through her eager body as the helmeted thickness of his aching 
glans twitched anxiously between her inner labia. She felt every throb of 
his lust-pulse, and she loved the feeling. 

The rigid little buttons that were her trembling nipples tried hard to dig 
into the man's chest as she rolled her sweat-covered breasts solidly against 
him. Roseann writhed under the man, her flat belly hot and yearning, pressed 
all the more tightly against his. Her buttocks twirled over the bedspread 
again and again. 

Fred moaned uncontrollably as his throbbing penile point was caressed in the 
delightfully enveloping warmth of the gooey inner lips of her vagina. At the 
same time, her own hands pressed and tugged at his buttocks as if trying to 
force the fullness of his pulsating length into her wantonly delightful 
body. 

"NOWWWW!" she gasped, her voice croaking with a desperate urgency. "NOWWWWW 
... UUUNNNGGGHHH ... PLEEEAAASSSE ... GIVE IT TO MEEEE ... GIVE IT ALL TO 
MEEE. . . HHUUNNGGHHAAGGHH..." 

The last sound was the result of his doing precisely as she asked. He gave 
it to her, all at once. In a single solid, drilling stroke, he speared 
himself all the way into her. 

"Y-E-E-E-E-E-SSSSSSSSSS!" she hissed, gasping her approval once he was all 
the way in and tried easing herself from her humid depths. 

"Again!" he told her. 

"ALL OF IT..." she groaned. "ALL OF IT INSIDE AT ONCE!" 

His ass-cheeks tightened until they formed a solid boulder of muscular 
tension. His hips began jerking downward, and the full length of his 
pulsating cock dove into the yielding ocean of oily liquid warmth contained 
in the pocket between her thighs. It was a thrillingly delightful invasion 
of vibrant masculinity. 

In an uncontrollable jolt of sexual pleasure, the woman's body went wild. 
Roseann gasped as the rock solid piston shafted itself deep into the open 
chasm of her sucking cunt. 

Then she relaxed and let her buttocks fall to the bed as he bathed his 
throbbing prick in the heated wetness of her shuddering body. He lay 
perfectly motionless, delighting in the clutching, squeezing grasp of her 
pressuring vaginal muscles as they gripped themselves around the throbbing 
thickness of his hard cock. He thrilled with wondering delight as her hips 
continued moving beneath him in undulating circles. The sloshing softness of 
her interior sucked on him, and the wispy flow of her pubic down brushed 
very gently over the base of his belly and the insides of his thighs. 

Slowly, teasingly, almost lingeringly, he finally withdrew. The lovely 
auburn-haired woman grasped at his buttocks with her nailed fingers in a 
desperate attempt to prevent his leaving her body. Her soft pelvis arched 
high, working hard to retain the fleshy masculine pillar that presently 
threatened to leave the aching cave of her vagina. 

Slithering backward, straining to drag his hard cock out of her, he stopped 
only when his pulsating cockhead was poised once more at the very edge of 
her vulva. He paused, waiting for a moment, watching with extreme delight as 
the beautiful woman lying beneath him actually trembled in anticipation of 
another stiff invasion. 

Then his buttocks began twitching and he drove the full length of his fleshy 
pole into her with what seemed like unmerciful roughness. He ground into her 
as if her body was his for the taking and he was a brutal rapist, literally 
smashing his crotch into the tenderness of her pubic mound. She cried out in 
unadulterated pleasure, for his pubic hairs had stung her clitoris as her 
groin had received the full thrust of his jarring plunge. Her wanton form 
willingly accepted and caressed the unyielding stiffness of his throbbingly 
solid penis, enfolding it in the tight and loving channel of her squeezing 
belly. 

Abruptly he jerked himself out of her and then once more knifed into the 
soddenly sucking sweetness that was her flooded cunt. The fiery heat and 
inner softness of her trembling vaginal depths was unbelievable as far as 
the man was concerned. He had fucked many a woman in his time, but this was 
the first time his cock felt as if it was sinking into a blast furnace. He 
groaned again and again, his own throaty lust swamping him as her flowering 
vaginal tunnel completely closed around the full length of his driving cock, 
and then proceeded to squeeze. 

He started pumping into her very violently now. He moved in and out in a 
steady rhythm, working within the heated wetness of her sucking hole. His 
balls continued slapping into the rounded cheeks of her ass. All the while 
he continued drilling deeper and deeper into the enveloping well of her 
belly. 

Roseann clung tightly to him. Her fingernails bit into the man's shoulders. 
like cushions that had come alive her breasts heaved upward bouncing solidly 
against him as his auger continued reaming into the vapor-filled tunnel of 
her femininity. Her cries were now one loud, continuous groan. Her lovely 
hips slapped up to meet each vibrant lunge of his throbbing penis. 

She was close now. He knew it, and for this reason he suddenly stopped 
moving, keeping the full length of his shuddering shaft anchored in the 
richness of her wet heat. 

She continued wriggling, squirming, and twisted beneath him. Her slender 
thighs were quivering as if begging for a renewal of the penile attack. Her 
groans were pleadings for satisfaction, yet he remained motionless. Her 
eyes, heavy with sexuality, fluttered open and looked into his, and begged. 

But the man remained still. The swollen head of his throbbing penis pulsated 
against the back wall of her tender vagina, prolonging what she found to be 
agonizing torture. He waited, waited a little longer, then waited some more. 
That was when the hunger that consumed his burning testicles lashed out like 
a swirling, burning nebula, and he began moving again. 

Every nerve in his shuddering torso was alive with searing desire for this 
woman. He tightly grasped her rounded shoulders and plunged into the 
openness of her very willing vagina. In his own brutally ravishing manner, 
he continued battering into the quivering labia of her volcanic vagina. His 
swollen prod continued plumbing her tightly narrow depths, churning through 
her feminine channel. His cock was stretching the yearning tightness of her 
feminine softness as he grunted, snorted, and rampaged like a lust-crazed 
bull suddenly gone completely wild. 

She bucked, groaned and gasped, gladly, gratefully accepting each pelvic 
smash of his crotch, hitting back with a bestial lust that matched his. Her 
vaginal lips opened like the petals of a flower welcoming the sun, her inner 
pinkness soggy with her own juices. Her interior membranes clutched his cock 
all the more tightly, lovingly caressing every thick millimeter of his 
peter. He tugged back, then pumped himself right into her, thrusting her 
plump outer labia wide as his organ sank its way once again into her fiery 
feminine core. 

Sweat-slick and burning hot, their bellies loudly slapped against each 
other. Roseann found herself moaning and groaning as never before. 

Fred's hands squeezed her shoulders for support. The sweet, white softness 
of her smooth flesh turned now to a flaming redness under his squeezing 
grip. But at that moment Roseann was unaware of anything other than the 
driving swollenness that continually filled her quaking belly as if trying 
to drive itself right through her spine. Her fingernails raked downward to 
his buttocks then once again clawed their way up his back. 

She squeezed him more and more tightly. The humid crushing hold her vaginal 
chamber had on his throbbing cock became all the more close as she attempted 
to make her vagina fit around his organ the way a glove fitted a hand. The 
pleasure-piston between her thighs was building the energy in her that much 
higher, and she knew if she didn't peak shortly, her entire interior would 
explode right through her body. 

Fred ramrodded his pulsating cock in and out of her tightly yielding 
interior as if trying to nail her to the mattress with his fleshy spike. 

Again and again he moved the rigid stanchion through her quivering feminine 
chamber, only to sink it that much more deeply once again. Roseann found 
herself totally incoherent, making sounds that seemed to come from some 
helpless animal. Her body quaked and her thighs trembled as she weakly 
attempted to grasp him all the more tightly. She whimpered once more, and 
then cried out in a veritable typhoon of total delight. A cyclone of rapture 
caught her vibrating form in the blast of total orgasmic release. Her tight 
cunt contracted and then dilated, her vulva crushing the base of his cock 
while her interior opened wide to accept all of him as she writhed and 
squealed losing herself in an all-engulfing tide of pleasure. . 

"EEEIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH-AAAIIIYY Y AAAGGGHHH 
AAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, rolling beneath him, unable to believe the 
ferocity with which she was climaxing. 

With equal violence the man's balls suddenly blasted off as he bellowed a 
loud, 
"YYYAAA-RRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAAGGG-HHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHAAAUUUWWWAAANNNGGGHHH-UUUGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHd
! " 

Fountain after fountain of heated, steaming semen gushed into the 
spasmodically contracting well of her vagina. He was stiffening and 
shuddering in a hip-thrusting frenzy that helped him empty his testicles 
into her feminine well. 

Still wantonly willing, Roseann realized she was exhausted for the moment. 
So was he. The two of them collapsed together, a mass of quaking, trembling 
flesh. Their bodies were slippery with perspiration and heat. The two of 
them moaned and groaned as their lips brushed over the necks, throats and 
cheeks of the other in silent gratification. 

Eventually his relaxed penis slipped from the ocean of mixed juices inside 
her. He eased himself from her still quivering body and lay back, and fell 
into a light sleep. 

Roseann closed her eyes, and she drifted off to sleep as well. It was a 
dreamless sleep, but it was so peaceful. 

When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her, and he smiled, 
saying, "You're a woman of your word. I expected you to be dressed and gone 
by now." 

"What time is it?" she asked. 

He looked at his watch and said, "Twelve-forty-five." 

"You still have more than two hours coming to you," Roseann replied. "I 
believe in giving value." 

"You sure do," the man nodded. "I'm wondering if you'll be here when I come 
this way again, in a month or so." 

"If not me, I'm sure you'll encounter one of my three friends whom I think 
you'll find equally enjoyable." 

"Sheesh!" he said, shaking his head. "Sounds as if you have some kind of 
club." 

"We do," Roseann replied. "We try to bridge the distance between our own 
poor selves and well off, lonely men like yourself, in. need of 
companionship. You might call us a Bridge club." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was two-thirty when Roseann and Fred left the room. He went with her to 
the restaurant, he to get something to eat, she to collect her envelope. The 
other three women were still sitting there, waiting. 

When Roseann left, the three women picked themselves up, paid the check, and 
followed her outside. She was already in the car in which all four of them 
had come, sitting on the passengers side, obviously too whacked out to do 
any driving. 

Marilyn got behind the wheel of the car, while 

Pearl and Eileen sat in back. The car started, pulled out of the parking 
lot, and once it was on the road, it was Pearl who squealed, "Tell us all 
about it." 

Roseann smiled, and she told them, in very intimate detail, everything that 
had happened between herself and Fred. When she had finished, Marilyn said, 
"He sounds like a very nice man." 

"He is a nice man," Roseann replied. "Did you think only racketeers and 
creeps had the kind of money we're asking for? Eileen picked the perfect 
place. The motel is a wayside stop for all kinds of traveling men. There are 
bound to be creeps among them, but for the most part I think you'll find 
them all as nice as Fred." 

She opened the envelope, counted out the hundred-and-forty dollars, and 
reimbursed Eileen, who had paid both, Shelly, and for the room, in advance, 
keeping the hundred for herself. 

"Did you feel any pangs of guilt whatsoever?" Eileen asked. 

"Guilt? What for?" Roseann wanted to know. "For being treated as if my body 
was something worthwhile instead of a simple sperm receptacle? Don't you 
think I know that Leo fools around when he's out on those overnight gigs? 
No, I don't feel the least bit guilty about it. I'm only sorry we can only 
do this one day a week. It's nice to have this extra, unreported income to 
spend, but it's just as nice having earned it. I can say in all honesty I 
enjoyed every minute of it. It's a moment in my life I'll never want to 
forget." 

"Just to be on the safe side," Pearl suggested, "it might be a good idea if 
you go to a lab outside of Camden and have your blood checked, you know, to 
make sure you don't have anything." 

"I will," Roseann nodded. "You know, from now on, the price has just gone up 
another ten dollars. If I have to take a lab test every week, I want the fee 
to be part of my earned expenses." 

"You liked it that much?" Marilyn inquired. 

"You'd better believe it," Roseann told her. "I'm coming back next week. Are 
you ladies coming with me?" 

"You can bet I am," Eileen announced. "After all, I'm the one who thought 
this whole thing up. If it works as smoothly with me as it did with you, 
that extra money will go a long way toward buying me a lot of nice 
clothing." 

"I'll go along with it," Pearl nodded. "My husband is a loving slob and all 
that, but all the kick has gone out of it for us. Count me in." 

"Marilyn?" Roseann asked, putting the money in her purse. 

The tiny woman felt her heart pounding. She wanted to, yet she was afraid. 
If she didn't, the three might ostracize her, and she didn't have any other 
close friends in Camden. 

"Me too," Marilyn finally said. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was now the third Wednesday in January, and the four housewives, all 
seductively dressed, all wearing eye shadow, eyeliner, rouge and lipstick, 
walked into the restaurant-bar of the Holloway Motor Inn. The four of them 
walked over to the bar itself, and Eileen slipped the advance money to 
Shelly for reserving the four rooms for them. She also slipped him an extra 
hundred; twenty-five for each of them. 

This was the easiest money Shelly had ever earned. Hell! If he weren't on 
duty, he would have taken it into his head to score with one of these dames 
himself. They were all great lookers, and each one seemingly had something 
different going for her. 

It was Pearl who was picked up first. The man who walked over to her was no 
youngster. From the look of him he had lots and lots of money, and when he 
asked Pearl how much, she told him, "A hundred-and-fifty, room included, and 
I'm yours for three hours." 

He was a little on the skinny side, and he had a white mustache and beard. 
It was obvious he was used to hookers, and he asked, "What would you charge 
for two men?" 

"Two men?" Pearl gasped. "Sorry, but I only take one man at a time." 

"Suppose I made it double the price, three hundred. Would that be enough?" 

Three hundred? The extra fifty that was part of the second hundred-and-fifty 
would be pure gravy. She would net two-hundred-and-fifty. 

"No bondage, no domination, no sadism or masochism," Pearl insisted. 

"Of course not," the man nodded. "We're civilized people." 

"Both of you are clean?" she asked. 

"As a whistle," he nodded. 

"Who's the second man?" she asked. 

"He's my son," the man explained. "My name is..." 

"First names only," Pearl told him. "Right. My name is Phil. My son is Guy." 

"Where is he?" 

"He's out in the car." 

"Why?" Pearl asked. "Is he some kind of grotesque man?" 

"No," Phil explained. "He had polio when he was younger, and it left him 
crippled. He can't get around too well. But that's no reason for him not to 
have a little sexual contact now and again." 

"No, of course not," Pearl nodded, her buxom breasts heaving against her 
blue silk dress as she felt a twinge of pity. 

"Then you'll do it?" the old man asked. 

"Okay," Pearl nodded. 

He didn't even question her possibly trying to skip. He gave her the three 
hundred up front. It was Pearl who insisted Shelly put it in an envelope and 
hold it. This was as much for her own good as that of any customer. This 
way, no customer would be able to use her, then take the money back again. 
Shelly was not the kind of man one simply took money from. 

She went with Phil out to the parking lot. He walked over to a brand new 
Lincoln Continental, and he opened the door. The man sitting inside was 
probably a year or two younger than Pearl's thirty. He had a boyish face, 
and his upper torso was as strong as that of any football player. He used 
special brace crutches with which to walk, and it took him some minutes to 
get out of the car. Then they slowly walked to the steps, and it took him a 
good five minutes to climb them. When he finally got to the top with Pearl 
and Phil behind him, she led the way to the room since Shelly had given her 
the key. 

Once they were in the room, Pearl realized the young man, for all his good 
looks, was not painfully shy. 

"How do you want to work this?" she finally asked. 

"I want you to blow me," the young man said. "I know it sounds crass, but 
that's what I want. You can work up to it with dad first. Take your time, 
and then you decide when you want to do it." 

He had removed his coat, and then he had stripped off his pants and 
undershorts, and Pearl felt her heart go out to the man. His legs had never 
properly developed. They were branch thin, though she had to admit the penis 
he sported between his legs wasn't the least little bit deficient. It was 
only semi-erect at the moment, but even this way Pearl saw how awesome it 
was. 

"I've ... uhhhhh ... never sucked..." 

She wanted to say she had never sucked a cock before, but she was supposed 
to be a whore. Supposed to be? Hell! She was a whore. No matter what she 
might have done with her husband, or might not have done with him, these 
people were expecting her to suck. 

She had already taken off her outer clothing, including her red boots and 
her pantyhose. Once she removed her panties and her brassiere, letting her 
full, weighty breasts swing free, Phil, the old man had her put her boots 
back on for effect. 

"What were you going to say?" Guy asked. 

"Just that I've never sucked anything quite that large before," she told 
him. 

"You'll be able to handle it," the young man nodded. 

The old man had also undressed. He was on the thin side, but, like his son, 
he sported a solid penis, and it was at least as long and as thick as that 
of the younger man. 

"Let's get right down to it, honey," he told her. "I'll do the fucking, and 
whenever you're ready, you can do the sucking. Okay?" 

"Sure," the round-faced woman nodded, patting her dark hair, making certain 
it was in place as she stared at the younger man sitting on the corner of 
the bed, his penis still thickening as it began standing up. 

"How do you want me?" Pearl asked. 

"You kneel on the bed next to Guy," the old man said. "I want that lovely 
round rump of yours sticking up. I'm an ass man myself, and I like squeezing 
a good ass while I fuck a cunt." 

Pearl shrugged, got on the bed on which Guy was sitting, kneeling with her 
face pointed toward his penis, but still a good distance away from it. She 
put her weight on her elbows as she lifted her ass into the air. 

"Yeah," Phil nodded. "That's the way I like it." 

Pearl was aware of the bed sagging behind her as the skinny old man climbed 
on. He had strong hands for such a thin man, and he roughly tugged her 
buttocks apart, kneeling his way between the soft nakedness of her tender 
white thighs. 

In the position in which she was kneeling, Pearl, turning her head to the 
side, was able to look into the mirror across the room and see everything 
going on. By now, the old man's phallus was fully erect, and she was amazed 
at the size of it. It looked longer and thicker than his arm. The organ was 
absolutely monstrous, as was that of the younger man who had turned his body 
around and spread his thighs so that she was able to look into his crotch 
when she stared straight ahead. 

As she watched, the old man reached down and gripped the immense organ he 
possessed, the head a bright and lustful red. His hand squeezed the phallus 
solidly, and as a result, a colorless droplet of seminal oil appeared at the 
tip and then fell like a strand from a spider's web to the covers below. 
That had to be the longest penis Pearl had ever seen, except possibly for 
the one still hardening in front of her. She had served as a nurse's aide in 
a hospital, once, and as a result had seen more than her share of penises. 
But damned! None of them were like these two. 

"I don't know if I can handle anything like that," she gasped. 

"You can, you can," the old man assured her. "Believe me, I've fucked quite 
a few women with it in my time, and it's been known to give the utmost 
pleasure." 

"Please ... it might be a good idea if I gave you back your money..." 

"Don't be silly," Guy said softly, almost reassuringly. "The way you're 
acting, one might think you were a complete novice at this. Come on now, 
stop acting so innocent. Dad explained everything to you in advance. We're 
not going to hurt you or rough you up. But I think you'll agree we're 
entitled to what we want for our money." 

"I just didn't know the two of you would be so hugely constructed," Pearl 
insisted. 

"You just stay calm and you'll be able to handle everything," the old man 
assured her. "I'll try a little simple dogs-tyle fucking to begin with," he 
told her. "Just to get you properly in the mood. Once you're totally 
relaxed, I'll show you a little fun trick I learned down in Mexico many 
years ago. Believe me, if you stay relaxed, you'll be able to handle 
everything." 

The old man bent down and began lightly kissing the goose-pimpling flesh on 
the lovely young woman. He kissed her waist and her back, but she was well 
aware of the bulb-like tip of his penis moving up and down against her 
rounded, rubbery ass-cheeks. The tip was already parting the soft, dark hair 
between the palpitatingly tantalizing lips of her vagina, and she was 
surprised to discover she was wet between her thighs. She was so wet, she 
was leaking, and it was running down both her thighs. The throbbing cock 
moved closer to her cunt as he kissed his way higher, pressing his mouth to 
the nape of her neck. Slowly he began pushing, and she was aware of the knob 
of the old man's cock separating the lips of her trembling vagina. She 
jerked her body backward, and her labia seemed to open of their own accord. 
The man pushed! Her tight, elastic entrance resisted momentarily, and Pearl 
held her breath as the pulsating penile point continued pressing 
relentlessly forward, and the pressure made her quiver and almost pull away. 
Only his hands, now gripping her shoulders, pulling her back kept her from 
getting away. Even so, he wasn't hurting her with his hands. In fact, his 
hands were relatively gentle. 

Phil was enjoying himself. He didn't often get out with women anymore. As a 
result, when he did, it was a real treat. He had gotten into the habit of 
taking Guy along with him because he wanted his son to enjoy women just as 
he had. 

This one had a nice, tight pussy. All cunts were tight to a cock as thick as 
his, but this one was a little tighter than the others. He would have to 
move carefully. 

Pearl had her hands digging into the mattress, and the pressure of the thick 
penis pushing her vulva walls outward was becoming too distressing. She 
began mewling with discomfort. 

Phil was used to hearing women initially complain when he pushed forward. He 
wasn't really a sadist, but it did make him feel good to know his cock was 
as sturdy as ever, and the whimpering sounds the beautiful round woman was 
making reassured him. He grinned at his son, who, seeing his father smile, 
grinned back. Then Phil shoved a little harder, causing Pearl to emit 
another long, low moan from the deepest part of her throat. 

"HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped. "IT ... UHHHH ... HURTS, IT HURTS ... TAKE IT 
EASY!" 

The old man smiled again, not an evil or sadistic smile. It was a knowing 
smile. He knew damn well she wasn't really feeling pain. Tight as she was, 
she was equally elastic. He had fucked less tight pussies with less 
elasticity, and the other women had been able to handle him without any 
trouble. A cunt as yielding as this one ought to be able to take his cock 
with no trouble whatsoever. 

"UUUNNNPHHH!" Pearl gasped, realizing she wasn't in any real pain, yet 
afraid that if he sank the organ any deeper he might really hurt her. 

Phil held his breath and shoved his throbbing cock forward very slowly. The 
lust-bloated head pushed deeper and deeper into her womanly grotto, forcing 
the giving walls wider and wider, opening her up. He had the tip well past 
her opening now, and it was sinking into her slowly. There was that 
delicious resistance that really made fucking something worthwhile. He 
pushed, pushed, pushed, and little by little it continued fitting itself 
into her. 

"OH MY GOSH!" she gasped, realizing what was happening to her. She was 
taking it, after all. Yes, she was going to be able to take the breadth of 
the organ. Her heart was in her throat as she felt her interior continually 
expanding from the constant driving pressure of the penis as it kept on 
pushing into her. The man was unbelievably immense! Had she not already 
allowed the cock to begin probing inside her, she would never have believed 
herself capable of taking this much. 

Phil was enjoying himself. This was one fine lady. She hadn't really 
protested too much, and she was doing her best to please him. True, she was 
grunting because of the pressure of his cock inside her, and he understood 
this, but it didn't slow him up at all. Slowly, surely, relentlessly, he 
continued his driving penetration of her tender vagina, flexing his hips and 
sinking his cock into her a little more at a time until suddenly he was 
unable to control his movement any longer. He had to start fucking! 

Taking a deep breath, the old man rammed forward with all the strength he 
was able to muster, dropping his light weight down in a hunching crouch over 
the roundness of her full, heaving white buttocks, reaching under her to 
grab and squeeze her large breasts. The old man drove his bony hips into her 
white, almost baby-like softness with the brutal force of a knight driving 
his lance through the body of an opponent. His powering cock caused the 
tender walls of her shuddering vagina to spiral, making her inner cavern 
move in rippling waves before his cruelly advancing penile flesh. There was 
no way for him to hold back now, and he drove in deeper and deeper until, 
with a loud grunt, he felt his weighty testicles smack solidly against the 
hair-covered mound of her vagina below. Un-like Roseann, Pearl's vagina was 
completely ringed with dark hair. 

"GGGHHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH. . . HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" the helpless woman suddenly 
gasped, trying to pull away, but staring at the massive stanchion now in 
front of her, knowing to pull forward would bring her face into contact with 
the throbbing pike. "OOHHHH! I'VE ... UHHHH ... NEVER FELT SO FILLED IN MY 
LIFE!" 

She was completely clogged with the full length of the old man's solidly 
tensed organ, the massively throbbing shaft buried to the very depths in her 
tightly trembling belly. It felt as if it was in much farther than her 
belly. She would have sworn she felt the head of the phallus pushing into 
her throat. Pearl was certain she felt every vein, every wrinkle, every line 
of the overpowering masculine flesh widening her. She had never felt 
anything like this before in her entire life. It was almost as if this were 
her punishment for having willingly undergone this adultery. 

At that moment the lovely housewife, obscenely skewered in her cunt from the 
rear, felt her tormentor starting to once again move. She took a deep 
breath, sucking air as far into her lungs as she was able, holding it, not 
knowing just what was going to happen next. He began jerking his body on top 
of her back, his narrow masculine hips flexing, causing the head of the huge 
penis to continue burrowing deeper and deeper between the lips of her 
wide-open vagina. 

"UNH! UNH! UNH! PLEEEAAASSSE ... GO SLOW ... I CAN'T TAKE IT IF YOU PUSH SO 
HARD AND SO FAST." 

She was gasping, panting for breath, her shiny red snow boots continually 
beating a violent tattoo of futile protest on the bedspread. Her elbows were 
digging in as well, and she felt pain shooting through her upper arms. 

At last she felt him lift his skinny body off her back, though he still had 
the front of his thighs pressed against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. 
His hands released the fullness of her two dangling, throbbing breasts to 
tightly grip the lovely lady around her narrow waist. At the same time his 
widespread, knobby knees forced her thighs even farther apart, and as a 
result he pressed his groin a little closer to her. This drove the length of 
his throbbing cock as far into her vagina as it was able to go, and there 
was still an inch or two remaining outside. Then, very slowly, he began 
moving the pulsating organ in and out, in and out, letting her body sink 
into the bed each time he pulled back, then actually lifting her off the bed 
when he thrust forward, his own groin taking the weight of her crotch for 
the moment. He began speeding up, and soon he was fucking into her with 
demonic fury. 

"Thattaway, pop," the younger man was saying. "Still plenty of life in you. 
Give it to her good, make her feel it!" 

Phil had no idea just how long were the other penises this woman might have 
taken, but he did know his was the broadest to ever penetrate her body. She 
was so damned tight! 

Had anyone told him she was a mother-that a baby had once come out of the 
channel into which he was now poking his cock, the old man would not have 
believed it. Hell! If it weren't for the fact that she was one of the 
members of the oldest profession in the world, he would have believed her to 
be a near-virgin, she was so tight inside. 

He looked down at the roundness of her lovely ass-cheeks. She had a big ass, 
all right. Later on, if she didn't do something about it, it would all turn 
to fat. But right now it was solid, really solid, and he had to admit, he 
really liked looking at the way her firm cheeks jiggled in time to his 
thrusts, yielding to the pressure of his thighs each time he pushed forward. 

Pearl looked straight down, not wanting to look at the younger man in front 
of her. His thin limbs didn't bother her, but that enormous penis of his 
scared the hell out of her. He actually expected her to take that monster in 
her mouth. She didn't think her lips would be able to spread themselves 
apart wide enough for her to fit such a monstrosity inside. 

The old man felt Pearl beginning to respond to his driving thrusts even if 
she was unaware of it at the moment. He felt a sense of glee at having 
initiated another tight pussy to the glories of his shuddering cock. He 
stared at the way their bodies were joined in a lewd sexual union. Hell! He 
knew men half his age who were no longer able to get it up. Not only did he 
have a good cock for a man his age, but he had a good cock for a man any 
age. 

Just looking at the pepper-and-salt color of his own gray pubic hair meshing 
with the dark hairs on Pearl's lovely pussy had him thoroughly aroused. Each 
time he pulled back, he was able to see the rim of his corona almost pulling 
out of her leeching cunt, and then he would push forward and bury his cock 
in the tightness of her inner quim all over again, feeling her walls 
hungrily slurp around the organ. The sight of her tight, pink labia, 
stretching to the point where they were close to tearing each time he pulled 
back gave him a bigger thrill. The elasticized vulva clung very tightly 
around the white-skinned base of his throbbing cock, and looked very much 
like a sucking mouth. 

His hands held her very tightly for a long moment as he savored the 
delightfully sensuous scene of her youthful womanly beauty totally impaled 
so helplessly on the long end of his throb-bingly thick phallic lance. Just 
looking at the way this young woman was kneeling in front of him brought to 
mind his wife, dead now these many years, who had let him fuck her any and 
every which way he so desired. The mere thought of his wife, added to the 
pressure of the cunt surrounding his cock, brought the old man to the verge 
of a climax. He was aware of the heaviness in his lust-tightened testicles, 
continually churning with the pressure constantly building in them. He had 
picked himself a real winner this time. He'd make sure she never forgot him 
by giving her the fucking of her life. Somehow, he restrained his orgasm. 

The lovely Pearl lay frozenly helpless beneath the older of the two men she 
had agreed to accept as her play-for-pay mates. Her fears were very slowly 
beginning to fade away. The violent movements of the old man made her feel 
he wasn't trying to harm her, but in truth, he was trying to make her feel 
the thrills he himself was feeling. As a result, her fears continued fading. 
For the first time since she had walked into this motel room she was no 
longer sorry. Everything was going to work out, after all. True, these men 
were not the ideal lovers like the one Roseann had scored with the previous 
week. But hell, this was a business. One didn't merely turn a man away 
because he didn't look like the ideal lover. She supposed there would be 
plenty of ideal lovers mixed in with the various men she would continue 
meeting if she stayed in this afternoon occupation. 

Her husband had been relatively quiescent in the way he had made love to her 
over the past few years. The man now fucking her was a sex-crazed monster, 
and Pearl had to admit she loved the feeling of being overpowered this way. 
There was little for her to do other than respond as he fucked. Each time he 
pushed forward, all she had to do was shove back. The feeling was continuing 
to mount inside her, and she believed that by the time the old man spilled 
his seed into her, she would be climaxing herself. 

Her mind went back to the sudden way his cock had violently torn into her. 
It hadn't really hurt her, but the pressure had frightened her more than a 
little, and for a brief moment she had imagined the pain rather than 
actually having felt it. Now, as his massive organ continued pumping in and 
out between her tender, rounded thighs, moving at a steady cadence, she 
concentrated solely on the pleasure such an overpowering organ would bring 
her. 

Pearl began solidly flexing her vaginal muscles, and with the passing of 
moments, the flexing became tighter and tighter, automatically surrounding 
the throbbing length of penis. She was thrilled the instant she began this 
action because she realized it incited the old man to drill into her even 
faster and harder, sinking his aching cock into the quivering depths of her 
more-than-willing vagina. She was aware of her tantalized interior membranes 
clinging reflexively to his thrusting prick, wrapping themselves around the 
organ as if intending to become part of it. The hard rubbery tip continued 
poking into the tender rear of her vagina, bumping against the back wall 
repeatedly. Helplessly she clenched her teeth as she felt delight charging 
up inside her. She knew the feelings she was experiencing had nothing to do 
with love. This was raw, physical, lusting sex, and she clenched her teeth 
against the pleasurable lust and fought to endure the mounting sensations 
just a little while longer. If she gave in to the enjoyment of it too 
quickly, she would climax before the old man, and then she wouldn't be able 
to enjoy the continued fucking. 

"UMMMMM ... AAANNNHHH ... IT FEELS SO BIIIIIG ... UUUNNNHHH..." she began 
moaning and gasping pitifully, hoping to make him slow down a little in 
order that she would be able to maintain some control over herself. "NOT SO 
FAST ... PLEASE!" 

The old man slowed down, but just a little, letting his throbbing penis 
surge in and out of her in an established rhythm that she was more able to 
learn to adjust to. The ache slowly lessened as she discovered herself 
bringing her passion under some kind of control. Prickling sensations were 
not only filling her tantalizing cunt now, but were starting to travel 
outward, through the rest of her lovely body. Pearl thrilled to the way the 
old man reached underneath and, with his finger, massaged her clitoris in 
order to enhance the sensations for her. 

She continued wiggling her buttocks back against his thighs, slamming the 
rubbery ass-cheeks salaciously into him as greater and greater sensations of 
lust continued building up inside her. By managing to control herself, by 
managing to hold back that initial orgasm she had been feeling, she now felt 
the sensations all the more strongly shooting through her quivering body. 
Blood pounded through her arteries, and her dangling nipples continued to 
scrape the bedspread beneath her. This was the most delightful fucking she 
had ever known, and it was coming from a man she had no emotional feelings 
about. 

Little by little her interior was becoming more and more accustomed to the 
immense size of the hard cock continually skewering into her tight vagina 
from the rear, and her body, unable to control itself any longer, began 
wriggling, writhing, twisting, turning and twitching, and she heard her own 
lips making small mewling noises of acceptance. It was an incessant sound 
that told Guy she was responding as vibrantly to his father's driving cock 
as all the other women had. Well, it wouldn't be long now before it would be 
his turn to enjoy her. It was obvious she was the kind of woman who got 
enjoyment from doing this, and that was the best kind of woman as far as Guy 
was concerned. He cleared his throat, reminding Pearl of his presence. This 
caused the full-breasted woman's tight cunt to contract causing more 
lascivious sensations to swell and flare within her defenseless loins. The 
old man, in the meanwhile, continued his regulated pumping, filling her cunt 
with his cock again and again. 

By now, Phil was well aware of the urgent, answering throbs of her vaginal 
walls as they continued clenching the full length of his heatedly buried 
penis. Her wetly clasping vaginal flesh had begun a vibrant opening and 
closing performance around his constantly pulsating member as Pearl realized 
the thrills in her that were mounting would not be able to be held back by 
her. This time she was going to hit the top of the rainbow. The sound of her 
pleasurable mewlings filled the room again and again, and her head was 
wildly whipping from side to side as pain shot through her elbows, reminding 
her to put some of the pressure on her forearms. 

Pearl's hips were continuing their slow, sensuous rotation around the stiff 
length of cock buried so deeply in the tenderness of her soft, white belly. 
She looked in the mirror across the room and saw the old man was clenching 
his teeth tightly together as he sensed the mounting crisis she was about to 
attain. He slammed his thighs all the more solidly against her ass-cheeks, 
smiling to himself, knowing he had definitely won her over. 

"YES, YES YES!" Pearl was now gasping, droplets of perspiration falling from 
her temples onto the sheets below. "JUST LIKE THAT! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME 
DEEP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" 

Then, just like that, instead of keeping up his driving pace, the old man 
began to slacken off a little, slowing down more and more until he came to a 
full stop without unloading his sperm inside her tight pussy. His mammoth 
rod simply lay there, totally unmoving in the tenderly tight narrowness of 
her vaginal tunnel. 

"My God!" Pearl began gasping. "Why in God's name are you stopping right 
now?" 

She was screaming at Phil, driving her cunt back and forth on the quiescent 
rod, her hips lifting themselves even higher into the air and rotating very 
frantically. "PLEASE! FUCK ME ... PLEASE!" 

"How bad do you want it, sweetheart?" Phil asked, his white beard wiggling a 
little as he spoke. 

He continued flexing his throbbing penis inside the beautiful woman, making 
her more aware than ever of his bloated width. 

"You know how bad I want it," she gasped. 

"Bad enough so you're willing to suck my son's cock now?" 

Pearl ought to have been disgusted at the mere thought of what the old man 
was suggesting. Oddly enough, not only was she not repulsed by it, but felt 
something she was unable to comprehend; a new wave of unparalleled sexual 
excitement. It saturated her thrillingly abused body, causing vibrant chills 
of lust to slam their way violently through her. Any imagined discomfort had 
totally dissipated, finally giving way to a new, maddening, completely 
electrifying tingle that delightfully began deep within her penis-plugged 
pussy and then began slowly, steadily, relentlessly spreading outward 
through all the raw ends of her exposed nerves. She was suddenly a mass of 
exquisite oily moisture, feeling the sensations between her shuddering 
thighs as she continually rotated her hips from side to side against the 
solidly impaling penile organ. Pearl was vibrantly aware of the way her 
vagina was dilating and sucking in crazy tempo to its rhythmic, albeit 
unmoving throbbing swells. The man kneeling behind her remained totally and 
completely immobile, maintaining his steel-like grip on her slender waist, 
allowing her now wildly trembling body to continue pumping back and forth at 
will along the rigid column of heatedly wet masculine flesh and gristle; the 
one thing that bridged them. 

"UUUNNNHHH ... OOOHHH ... YESSSSS..." she gasped. "I'LLL ... UHHGGHH ... DO 
ANYTHINNNNNG ... ANYTHING AT ALLL," she admitted, the feeling in her body 
one of total wonder as she realized she was indeed going to suck the younger 
man's cock. 

"All right dear lady, now just move forward while still on your knees until 
you can get your head above Guy's penis." 

The younger man forced his skinny legs apart and lay back, propped up on his 
elbows. He was going to watch this. 

Moving as one, the lovely, frustrated, dark-haired housewife and the old man 
who fucked like anything but an old man slowly inched themselves forward, 
moving closer and closer to Guy. He lay there, his blue eyes glazed with 
delight. It had been some time since his father had taken him out to enjoy a 
woman, and he had to admit he really missed it. Maybe, after she sucked him 
off, she'd let him fuck her as well. Hell! Even on crutches he was able to 
fuck, once his cock was inserted in a cunt. 

Moving on her forearms, the beautiful round-faced woman continued moving 
forward until her head was poised directly over the body of the chalk-white 
younger man. 

"Far enough!" Phil told her. "Now open your mouth and go to work." 

Pearl raised her bowed head and opened her eyes, staring at the monstrous 
pole sported by the younger man. It was almost as if Nature had compensated 
him for his not being able to really use his legs by giving him a sex tool 
that was out-sized and apparently over-sensitive, for the nearer she came to 
it, the more it twitched, shuddered, and jerked. She stared at the vibrating 
organ with wide open, astonished eyes, no longer looking at the man's 
thighs. Her concentration was taken up by his penis and his testicles. The 
balls were well-matched to the baton-like cock, a brilliant red sac that was 
as colorful as the upstanding stanchion on which rested a plum-shaped head. 
The man was panting heavily, breathing through a partly open mouth as he lay 
there, unable to move, awaiting what he had longed for, for so great a 
period of time. 

"GO ON BOY!" Phil said to his ton. "GO ON AND FUCK THAT LOVELY FACE OF HERS! 
YOU CAN DO IT!" 

One minute the penis was just a waving wand, and the next minute it was 
right there, directly beneath her mouth, and his hands were gripping her 
head, yanking her forehead into her belly. The tip of the penis brushed 
against her lips, and Pearl was terrified. This was something she would 
never have dreamed of doing with her own husband. The idea of doing it with 
a stranger was appalling, and yet, feeling the colorless fluids smearing 
themselves all over her lips, Pearl suddenly found herself anxious to do it. 
She parted her shaking lips and felt the younger man's thick phallic dome 
stretching them wide into an elongated smile as the organ forced its way 
between her jaws, stretching her muscles. 

The weighty penile pole pushed hard, and her cheeks were suddenly forced 
outward and her mouth was being made to open as wide as possible. She was 
terrified Guy would become angry when he felt the edges of her teeth scrape 
his flesh, but the man made no sounds other than those of utter delight. The 
head of the shuddering cock pushed its way to the rear of her mouth, and 
then the astoundingly thick head was pressing into her narrow gullet, 
stretching the opening, fitting into her pharynx. 

Pearl's mind was in a blistering turmoil as she was only too well aware of 
the way the rubbery tip bypassed her larynx while pressing into her 
esophagus. He-'s doing it! He's fucking that monstrous pole of his into my 
mouth! 

Pearl ought to have been repulsed by it. She was waiting for the feelings of 
nausea to overcome her, but the feelings never came. For some strange, 
unexplainable reason, a reason Pearl was unable to understand, the pressure 
of the hard organ swelling her gullet felt goodl She didn't know why, but 
she wanted this raging phallic length to go on humping into her defenseless 
mouth while the older man-the father-continued ruthlessly fucking her tight 
cunt from behind. It was all too wickedly wonderful and obscene for words, 
and Pearl loved every moment of it. 

"How d'you like it, honey?" the older man asked, his little beard hobbling 
as he spoke. 

He was laughing as he stared down at her wetly gripping vagina, watching the 
way it sucked up and down the length of his lust-thickened prick. The thick, 
pink ridges of inner coral labia pulled out, clinging to the penis as she 
continued screwing her now eagerly sucking mouth further down the monumental 
pylon of masculine muscle. Her ovaled lips pulled harder and harder as she 
sucked again and again, worming her sweet pussy back along the vibrant 
length of the father's gleaming phallic stem. Both penises felt so inhumanly 
thick, and yet so wonderfully pressuring. Pearl realized she was doing most 
of the work herself. The two men were barely moving. She found out she was 
enjoying every minute of it. She felt a certain inner pleasure knowing the 
two orifices in her quaking body were constantly bringing pleasure to both 
men at the same time. 

Pearl had to admit, sexually, this was the single most exciting thing to 
ever happen to her in her life. She had never, but never had this kind of 
enjoyment with her husband, despite the fact that she was still madly in 
love with him. This was totally different. It was wicked, it was depraved, 
and the very salacity of it made it that much more delicious, and she loved 
it all the more. 

"Ready for the little treat I promised earlier?" the old man asked. "You 
know, the one I learned in Tijuana?" 

"HUUUMMMPHHHUUURRRGGGHHH!" was the only sound she was capable of making 
since her mouth was crammed full of Guy's overlong, over-thick tower of 
masculine power. 

Phil knew he wasn't a young man any longer. He was also well aware that his 
days on earth were numbered. Yet at this moment he felt a renewed sense of 
power, a revitalization, so to speak, as he withdrew his pulsating penis 
from the wetly seeping vagina of the beautiful housewife-turned-prostitute. 
His overpowering desire caused his lascivious stiffness to throb with the 
new thought that had entered his mind. He, too, was convinced she was a real 
pro, and he felt he'd love to teach her a little something more than he was 
certain she probably already knew. Aroused as he was, he was certain he 
would probably be able to go on all night as he braced himself. He was about 
to assault her anus, little realizing it, like her mouth, had been virginal 
until now. He poised his ready member, using his fingers to smear more of 
the viscid liquid oozing from the tip all over it. His fingers even dipped 
into her vagina and took some of that oil, as well, coating the full length 
of his throbbing cock. Between the oils from both their bodies his penile 
peg was as slippery as an eel. 

Although he wasn't certain whether or not she was used to being "canned," he 
did know what he was about to do was something few women experienced in 
their lifetimes. She had one tight-looking ass-hole all right, and he knew 
he had to keep that cock of his well-greased. 

Now he oiled her flinching little anus with some of her vaginal smear as 
well, making Pearl wonder just what it was this old man had in mind. She 
didn't have too much time to concentrate on it though, because her head was 
bobbing up and down in rapid cadence as her lips continued strongly sucking 
the thickness of the heavy cock in her mouth. Each time her head went down, 
Guy pressed a little harder on the nape of her neck, as if trying to force 
his thickness down her esophagus. The one or two times he did penetrate that 
tight interior, Pearl began choking and gagging uncontrollably. 

The old man's fingers were continually teasing her ass-hole, and one of the 
fingers actually poked itself into her, back there. He plunged his finger 
all the way inside, making those lush buttocks of hers wiggle 
uncontrollably. He worked a second finger into her rectum despite her 
garbled protests, and then he began forcing his fingers apart, spreading her 
sphincter so it was unable to grip anything. He stretched the muscular ring 
wider and wider, and then poked the head of his throbbing prong inside. He 
pulled his fingers away, and her sphincter snapped shut around his coronal 
rim. It clenched his vibrating cock very tightly, winking at him as if 
dreadfully anticipating what was coming next. Phil smiled, then pushed his 
cock in, very hard. 

"GGGRRRGGGMMMPHHHAAAWWW-RRRGGGW W WPHHH!" 

"Yeah, honey," Phil told her. "I know it's a little uncomfortable in the 
beginning, but you'll get used to it. Hell! Right now all you're really 
feeling is the head and two or three extra inches. Here's a little more for 
you, though." He shoved again! 

Sparkling cold shudders ran vibrantly up and down the helpless woman's 
spine. Her buttocks wiggled and her mouth bobbed up and down all the more 
vigorously on the penis she was sucking. There was some pain, but not 
anything Pearl felt herself incapable of handling. Her rectal walls, like 
her vaginal walls, were extremely elastic, and as a result she was able to 
withstand the way he drove inch after heavy inch of heavy penis into the 
narrow tightness of her rectal tube. 

She felt herself totally incapable of raising her head right now to protest. 
Guy's hands were pressing down on top of her skull as he moved his body, 
humping his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. She felt the slippery 
length of the oversized organ continually rubbing wetly against the 
saliva-coated softness of her licking tongue. The penis in her mouth was 
leaking with thrilled excitement, but the cock was so thick, she was 
incapable of swallowing, and as a result found herself dribbling from the 
corners of her lips. 

The hot cock buried in the tightness of her rectum was more than halfway in, 
by now, and Pearl wondered if she was capable of taking the entire length of 
it. She was feeling a lot more stretched now than when he had powered his 
penis into her vagina. 

"You just take it easy," the old man told her. "Relax, and I guarantee you, 
you'll ... Uhhhhh ... enjoy every little bit of ... aaannnhhh ... what I'm 
... ohhhhh ... doinnnggguhhh 

Pearl found herself tensed and ready for more pain. But little by little the 
stretched feeling in her rectum was lessening, and she was all set to feel 
the man shove his throbbing organ into her that much more deeply. Suddenly 
he was withdrawing, and the housewife felt as if the man was pulling her 
colon out through her rectum. 

"Now for the fun parrrrt..." the man told her. 

Abruptly the long penis was pushing forward, but this time probing inside 
her narrow vagina. He stroked rapidly in the tight tunnel of her cuntonce, 
twice, five times, ten times, and then he pulled out again. 

"Now up the old back way," he told her, laughing out loud. "This is what the 
Spanish speaking people refer to as despunta.! " 

"GGGLLLRRRGGGHHHMMMPHHH-WWWNNNLLLPHHH!" 

He pounded that much more deeply into her rectum this time, stroked a few 
times, then pulled out and returned to her vagina. Again and again he moved 
from one orifice to the other, fucking the ass, then fucking the cunt, 
moving more and more rapidly now. Ass, then cunt, ass, then cunt, in 
one-out, then in the other-and out. Each time into the tight pussy the cock 
slid a little easier because her vaginal throughway had been heavily greased 
with her own secretions. Each time he plunged into her rectum, it felt, to 
Pearl, as if the throbbing cock sank just the littlest bit deeper, reaching 
that much farther into her large intestine. Soon the full length of his 
penis raced all the way inside both tunnels. 

After many thrilling moments, Pearl felt delightful and shuddering 
sensations building to new heights within her quaking body. She was a wanton 
woman, a prostitute, a bawd, a hoyden in every sense of the word, because 
her mind accepted all this as easily as her body, now. She loved it, her 
interior vibrating from the way Phil's phallus switched from her vagina to 
her ass-hole and back, causing little flickers of building thrills to 
overcome the delightful wisps of simple pleasure she had been enjoying up to 
now. The new sensation was overcoming everything else, and she realized she 
was feeling a series of tiny little anal orgasms while the delicious 
pressure in her vagina continued building higher and higher. 

The cock was moving so rapidly now, it would stroke once into her rectum, 
pull out, then stroke into her vagina, doing it all so quickly, Pearl felt 
as if two penises were invading her rear and vaginal causeways, while yet a 
third was crammed into her mouth, trying to push into her gullet. She wanted 
to shout out how much she was enjoying it all, but Guy continued pressing 
his palms on her head on each downstroke, and as a result, the penis in her 
gullet was sinking deeper and deeper inside, gagging and choking her. Still, 
her mind seemed to shout, Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! 

Fuck my whole body! 

Her mind was in a total abyss of bubbling pleasure. She reacted to feelings, 
no longer trying to think about what was happening to her. 

Father and son gloated, chuckling as they looked each other in the eye, 
enjoying the sight of her nude body constantly increase its hungry 
up-and-down motions and gyrations with the passing of every deliriously 
wonderful movement. The urgency of her backward thrusts against his body 
continued mounting steadily, becoming more and more pronounced as her 
eagerly sucking mouth began dripping saliva from the corners onto the 
bedspread which had never been pulled back. 

The old man was enjoying the heatedly oozing secretions coming from the 
crushing stricture of her crushing pussy as well as the lessened tightness 
of her rectum as he continued driving violently, rhythmically, into the twin 
orifices, moving with such cadence, he, himself felt as if he was using only 
one hole. Only the up-and-down motion of his body let him know each thrust 
was in a hole other than the one he had previously used. The sounds of 
sucking noises made by his penis moving through the two "channels sounded 
exactly the same. He enjoyed the way she was thrusting her buttocks back at 
his forward-driving cock, no matter which hole he was invading. It was she 
who labored to accept the full length of his broad phallus. 

His slender, gnarled hands slid up her sides to the full mounds of her 
swollen breasts and again, squeezing, he pulled on her nipples, though the 
forced leverage really wasn't necessary. Right now, he was pulling her paps 
simply for the sake of enjoying the feel of them. 

Pearl found herself able to grunt and groan around the thick penile length 
jammed down her clogged throat as it continued racing in and out of her 
sucking mouth. She sucked on it naturally, as if she had pulled on a flesh 
pipe all her life. The long, white, slippery thickness of the slender young 
man, as well as the equally incredible thick phallus of the older man who 
had apparently masterminded all this merely caused all kinds of enjoyable 
thrills to build inside her. 

She ought to have felt some kind of humiliation, but she didn't. She was 
using them as much as they were using her. If she wasn't a person to these 
men, then they weren't real individuals to Pearl. If she was simply someone 
to be used by them, they were the same thing to Pearl, but the big 
difference was, they were paying to be used. She felt herself slowly being 
lifted to pinnacles of thrilling, shuddering delight the like of which she 
had never been able to know with her own husband. She was close to achieving 
her own satisfaction, and she wondered if the two men would fire at the same 
time she actually came. That would really be something. 

The old man was half-crazy with thrilled desire, as he tugged his deeply 
buried penis from the grasping clutch of her squeezing rectum until only the 
swollen helmet remained inside. He changed his rhythm, and when Pearl tried 
lifting her ass in order to feel him plunge into her vagina, she realized 
the cock was lodged in her ass. As the understanding came to her, the old 
man began slamming back and forth in her rectum very violently, letting her, 
in essence, know, he intended climaxing in that particular shaft. He would 
spill his hot seed in there because he had no idea what kind of protection 
she used, and he knew, even at his age he was capable of siring children. 
Another man wouldn't have given a damn, but Phil liked this woman so much, 
he intended coming back for more in the future, and he didn't want her 
slapping him with any kind of paternity suit. 

The wetly quivering walls of her narrow rectal passage continued clasping 
and unclasping anxiously around his angry red rod of driving flesh. It 
slithered its full length all the way inside, feeling itself devoured by her 
ass as he drove in to the hilt. His sperm-bloated testicles continued 
slapping solidly against the wet crevice leading into her tantalizing 
vagina. He crammed into her with a sudden violence. 

Now Pearl knew she was reaching that master peak. This was going to be it. 

Phil's thickly expanding phallus dug into the tightness of her ass-hole like 
a vibrating steam drill, while at the same time Guy was increasing the 
up-and-down movements of his own buttocks while jerking her head with his 
fingers, signaling the impending ejaculation down her throat. The cords on 
her neck stood out in bold relief as she felt herself totally overwhelmed. 
If this was what it meant to be a whore, then she loved it. Doing this had 
to be the most singularly spectacular thing she had ever done in her entire 
life. 

"GGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHLLLCCC-HHHUUUGGGHHH!" she managed to groan around the 
throbbing length of the youth's throat-plumbing cock. 
"HHHAAARRRGGGHHH-LLLNNNCCCHHHGGGRRRWWWNNN-GGGLLL AAACCCHHHRRRGGGHHHGH!" 

Her vaginal walls separated and her interior feminine culvert opened like a 
thousand tiny warm springs, emitting a flood of heatedly gushing secretions. 
The liquid dribbled down both her inner thighs and fell onto the bedspread, 
staining it. At the same time she swirled her tongue around and around the 
bloated length of the semen-bloated penis pushing as far into her narrow 
gullet as possible. She found herself eager to taste the man's sperm. 

"GHHHUUUNNNGGGEEE ... GGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHH ... GGHHUUCCHH!" she gagged, 
twisting and writhing and squirming between the penises that continually 
fucked into her, both front and rear, her cries of mindless rapture spurring 
the two men on in a mad race of wanton lust. Bright flashes began going off 
in her shuddering mind as she continued grunting out her gagging joy, the 
juices of her climaxing gushing in ceaseless spurts down between the full, 
quivering rounded columns of her red-booted legs. 

She was now aware of Phil, the father, jerking and tensing and cursing as 
hot jets of his sperm fired deep into the forever-stretched depths of her 
rectal tunnel. Her head continued whirling with totally depraved sensuality 
as heatedly powerful squirts continued splattering wildly inside her, 
filling her belly with the wicked and wonderful nectar of his sex. 

"YYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAA-UUU W WW AAAGGGHHH 
AAAGGGHHH!" the old man shouted, and almost immediately the sound of his 
voice was followed by the equally thrilled yells of his son as Guy began 
firing spurt after spurt into Pearl's mouth. Eagerly, she drank it all, 
sucking the heavy fluid down her throat. 

I'm a full-fledged whore now, Pearl thought, and knowing it only made 
everything that much more enjoyable. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Because Roseann was now the most experienced member of the four women, she'd 
had almost no difficulty in picking up a golden-haired salesman at about the 
sme time Pearl had been picked up by the old man. Marilyn and Eileen sat on 
their stools, watching, each feeling a tinge of envy, yet each feeling a 
gnawing, well aware it probably wouldn't be much longer before one of them, 
if not both of them, would have their turns. 

Eileen was startled when a man sat down on the stool beside hers. She had 
purposely put on an old mini-skirt, one that had been out of style for 
years, displaying her legs, letting everyone see how firm and pillarly they 
were. She wore pantyhose under the skirt, but she knew it would be a waste 
of time to slip on panties as well. She was definitely going to become 
involved with a man, and she didn't want to risk the man's impatience by her 
having too much to take off. After all, this had initially been her idea. 
Had she not suggested it to the girls, all of them would probably be in one 
or the other's houses, bored as all hell, playing Bridge and still talking 
about doing something like this rather than actually doing it. 

The man looking at Eileen was not exactly her idea of a dream man, but he 
was not exactly bad-looking. To begin with, he had a brown mustache and a 
goatee. He looked to be worldly, sophisticated, and as the moments passed, 
Eileen realized the only fault she might be able to find with the man was 
his height. He stood at five-six, which was only an inch or two taller than 
she. He was slender, and from the suit he was wearing it was obvious the man 
was well-to-do. He wasn't one of the many itinerant salesmen who wandered in 
and out of the motor inn. 

"May I buy you a drink?" he asked, his brown eyes taking all of her in as a 
finger touched the side of an almost aristocratic-looking nose. "This is 
relatively new to me, and I'd like to talk with you." 

This, obviously referred to his picking up a woman. Not that he was actually 
shy, but he was definitely not used to it all. 

"I'm drinking a martini," she told the man. 

He called Shelly, the bartender, over, and ordered two martinis. After 
Shelly had brought them and the man had paid, he said, "I know this sounds 
silly, but I don't know how to go about this. I've never done it before." 

Eileen blushed, not wanting to tell him this was her first time as well. The 
man might not want to do anything with her, and as apprehensive as she was, 
she was also in dire need. Her own husband had been so lax of late, her body 
was screaming for satisfaction. 

"I'll make it easy for you," she told him. "You give me a hundred-and-fifty 
dollars here and now, in advance, and I'm all yours from twelve until 
quarter-of-three. As long as you don't hurt me, bruise me, or make me act 
like some kind of animal, you can do anything and everything you wish with 
me." 

The man reached into his breast pocket, removed his wallet, and said, "Fine. 
You can call me Tint. Just Tint." 

Tint! Probably a shortened version of his last name, though Eileen was 
unable to be certain. 

"I'm Eileen," she told him, accepting the money, calling Shelly over, and 
having it put into an envelope. That was when he handed her a room key. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"This may sound somewhat ridiculous," the man said to her as they entered 
the motel room. 

He took her coat and hung it in the closet, then removed his own coat and 
did the same. 

"What may sound ridiculous?" she asked. 

"I'm ... uhhhhh ... used to having resistance. My wife and I were married 
for more than twenty years, and I took her to bed about two nights a week. 
For the first nineteen-and-a-half years she struggled with me, sometimes 
crying, sometimes screaming, always struggling, and I became so used to it, 
when she suddenly went limp the last half year of our marriage, I wasn't 
able to take it. I'm so used to having a woman trying to talk me out of sex 
and fending me off, I discovered sex just isn't any fun when the woman 
either doesn't give a damn or is actually willing. So what I'm asking is, do 
you think you can sort of pretend to fight me off for a little while-you 
know, struggle a little, try and talk me out of it. You don't have to get 
really violent. I just kind of want to feel I've made a conquest, if you 
follow me." 

"Of course," Eileen replied, her voice meek and timid, immediately falling 
into the character he wanted. 

It wasn't a difficult thing for her to do. After all, much as she wanted 
this, all her training was against it. She knew from the start she would be 
scared. Funny that she should encounter a man like this her first time out. 

She had pulled the spread off the motel bed, and the two of them sat on the 
edge, looking at one another. They sat there for awhile, still looking at 
one another, appraising each other, and Eileen felt a modicum of 
apprehension. When the man leaned forward and kissed her, she jumped, even 
though she wasn't really surprised. She responded with a kind of scared 
enthusiasm, one of her hands inadvertently reaching out and squeezing one of 
his inner thighs. The tips of her fingers touched his penis, aware it was 
already rock-solid, and from what she was able to feel, his penis was 
unquestionably large considering his height. 

Tint was anxious to make love to the woman. He hadn't had a woman since he 
and his wife had separated, some two weeks earlier. He had been living in a 
furnished apartment. He was well able to afford keeping up support payments 
as well as his own rent money because he owned his own small glass factory 
in a small village not too far away. The instant he kissed the woman he 
realized how much he was in need of a woman, and for a moment he forgot what 
he had told Eileen, abandoning all caution. 

Hell! He had wanted her from the first moment he had seen her. In spite of 
her bluish-tinted hair, or perhaps because of it, she was the sexiest thing 
he had ever seen. She was no run-of-the-mill tramp, he knew that, in spite 
of the way she was displaying herself at the cocktail bar. She was the kind 
of woman he might well go after once he and his wife were divorced. 

His long-simmering desire boiled up as he tugged her against him, 
unbuttoning her blouse, slipping his fingers inside and almost amateurishly 
fondling the swell of her right breast. She wasn't wearing a brassiere under 
her opaque blouse, and he felt the fullness of her bare flesh right away. It 
was a firm, smooth melon, and he shuddered with delight, thinking of it as 
more like that of a girl than a woman. 

Eileen was still nervous, and remembering what the man had instructed, 
shoved him away very suddenly. The motion was so utterly unexpected that he 
nearly tumbled off the bed, but he regained his balance in time to prevent 
that from happening. 

"No!" she gasped, squeezing her eyelids tightly shut and banging her fists 
against her own knees. "This is wrong! We have to fight it. We can't simply 
give in to sex and show ourselves to be animals." 

"We must!" Tint snapped, immediately falling into role playing and 
discovering how much he was enjoying it. 

"You don't seem to comprehend," Eileen went on. "Companionship is one thing, 
where a man and a woman are with one another and can talk. This is what 
lifts humans above the levels of animalism. You and I are two sensible 
adults. Why must we be tempted into acting like lusting beasts. No, Tint," 
she continued. "We have an example to set for the younger generation that is 
going to follow us. They're so impressionable. We must learn to control 
ourselves so we can teach them to control themselves." 

"I want you!" he gasped. 

"No ... please ... stop it this instant..." 

Tint almost felt as if he was back home again, but this time the woman he 
was with was unquestionably more desirable than his stiff wife had been all 
those years. He wanted this woman! She was really something spectacular. He 
had never met anyone quite like her. She seemed so much like the different 
women he met at church socials, and yet there was that air of sexuality 
about her that let him know she was his for the taking if he struggled long 
enough and hard enough. Kissing her had been totally unlike kissing his 
soon-to-be-divorced wife, and he had been aroused irreversibly. Though he 
had coerced his wife on occasion, he had never actually raped her, simply 
because the woman wasn't worth raping. But if this woman rejected him too 
strongly, he knew damn well he would attack her. He had to have her. 

Tint grabbed Eileen, firmly pinning her arms to her sides this time to 
forestall the possibility of another shove. She was swinging her face from 
side to side in total negation, and when she finally stopped shaking her 
head, he pressed his mouth forward and kissed her all the more solidly. 

Eileen stiffened as she knew he wanted her to do, and yet she had to admit 
to a certain lascivious thrill at feeling another man's lips kissing her 
mouth. She made loud noises of protest around the kiss. Then, unable to 
control herself, aroused as she was, she temporarily reversed her field, 
suddenly becoming very soft and yielding. She gratefully accepted the man's 
lips, tasting his mouth, enjoying the flavor of the martini he had 
swallowed. Then she found herself almost taking the offensive, actually 
demanding more from him. Her hand returned to his groin as if his throbbing 
cock was exerting some kind of magnetic pull on her fingers. She tugged 
alternately at his belt and zipper, unable to decide which one ought to be 
undone initially. 

She was doing absolutely nothing about getting out of her own clothing, and 
Tint was the one who took the initiative. He slid his hand beneath her 
mini-skirt and tugged it up to her lovely hips. She resisted, but her 
resistance remained totally passive. She didn't actually struggle, but at 
the same time she refused to make things easier for him by lifting her 
buttocks from the bed. Not that it bothered Tint. His own wife had also 
resisted, and he'd always had trouble removing her garments, whether it was 
all her clothing or simply her sleeping gown. Hell! It had always been like 
this! Even in his high school days, when he had been fooling around in the 
back seat of some car-or-other, he knew damn well he'd have to work for 
anything he got from a girl. Usually it was just a few squeezes, rubs, 
fingerings, and clitoral manipulations. Very few females actually allowed 
him inside. 

He wanted to suggest that the lovely white-haired woman help out, but he was 
wary of saying anything at the present time. If he started talking, she 
might regain her self-control, and that meant he would have to start all 
over again. So he continued struggling in silence, rolling and tugging and 
pulling on the mini-skirt, trying to free it from the protection of her 
seated buttocks. 

Eileen had meanwhile figured out his belt and his zipper. She fumbled, not 
used to undressing man. Tint began wondering about her. It was possible her 
ineptitude was some kind of act, since he had, after all, ordered her not to 
seem too initially willing. Yet she seemed so helpless he had a strong 
feeling this was all very genuine. He wondered, briefly, what kind of sex 
life this woman had with all the various men he assumed she had enjoyed at 
one time or another, assuming she did enjoy them. He had tried so many ways 
to arouse his own wife, he had the feeling that her frigidity was possibly 
his own fault, and he hoped he would be able to perform satisfactorily with 
this woman. 

Eileen's fingers continued playing up and down the pulsating length of the 
short man's cock. She seemed fascinated by it, amazed that something like 
this was so immense considering the man's height. She appeared intrigued by 
it, much the way a bird is fascinated by a serpent. Now that she had finally 
tugged the heavy organ out of his pants, she was unable to take her eyes 
from it. Still, she seemed to be fighting of the fascination she felt for 
it, not wanting to be overcome by it simply because it was longer and 
thicker than that of her husband. She held it lightly, touching it with both 
hands at once. Her breath was coming in shuddering pants as she continued 
gazing at it. Leaning forward, she finally gave him the chance to tug her 
mini-skirt out from behind her, and through her transparent pantyhose he was 
able to see the wedge of brown curls on her pubis, affirming the fact that 
she was considerably younger than her silver hair led one to believe. 

"No..." she finally gasped, once again falling into the role in which he 
wanted her. "I don't want to do this ... I can't! You'll have no respect for 
me as a woman if I let you do what you want to do!" she gasped. 

"Don't talk about it any more," he insisted. "Do whatever your body tells 
you to do." 

Tint was totally taken aback, almost leaping up from the bed, Eileen's 
motion was so quick. Un-like the other women in her Bridge club, she 
practiced a few things with her husband. Fellatio was one of them, and now 
she went down on this bearded man the way a hungry dog would go for its 
dish. 

She blanketed his lap with her short strands of blue-white hair as she 
sucked his throbbing penis deep into the burning depths of her tantalizing 
mouth. She moaned around it, letting him know how much she enjoyed doing 
this. 

This was something Tint had not known since his school days. His wife had 
definitely nQt been a cocksucker, and he had really believed something like 
this was no longer done. Not only did she suck prick, but she was ardent 
about it, making him feel thrilled and delighted. He was incapable of 
believing any woman actually liked doing something like this, and yet the 
way her mouth worked told him otherwise. She was doing this not merely to 
please him, but to please herself. The woman had a delightful technique, 
sucking up and down in long pulling slurps, but more important than her 
technique was the obvious passion with which she was going about doing this. 
She plainly relished all this. She sucked so hard, he thought his throbbing 
penis was going to be tugged inside out. Her slim, aristocratic nose was 
pressing all the more solidly into his short-covered belly as she took the 
hard length of his ramrod not only into her mouth, but into her throat, 
where he believed it was not humanly possible for any woman to maintain a 
cock. 

He began writhing, kicking off his shoes, pulling down his pants, and even 
getting her mouth to relinquish his cock for the briefest instant as he 
tugged down his undershorts. He did it all with great difficulty as her 
mouth hungrily returned to sucking, not really wanting to disturb her so 
that she might take it into her head to stop. He had so completely immersed 
himself in the role of aggressor, he was afraid too much movement on his 
part might cause her to go into yet another fit of refusal. He sat there on 
the bed, wearing his suit jacket, his shirt, and his tie, and he suddenly 
felt very foolish being like that. He hurriedly took everything off. 

Eileen had been enjoying herself so much, giving the man such a determined 
blow job, she had him violently aroused to the point where he wouldn't have 
been able to last more than a few more minutes inside her mouth. Quite 
possibly she was aware of this, as well. Whatever the reason, she slowly 
pulled her tautly puckered lips upward, releasing his cock, though doing so 
unwillingly. It was thick and wet and red from the pressure of her sucking, 
and it was swollen so stiffly that the man feared it might simply burst. 
Eileen kept her lovely face very close to the throbbing organ, blowing cool 
air all over it, murmuring to it, occasionally licking it in long, languid 
sweeps of her wet tongue. 

"Oh what a beautiful cock..." she whispered, barely loud enough for him to 
hear. ". . . I just love the way it stands up so tall and so straight. I 
adore the rich, musky, manly aroma it gives off ... I love the way it tastes 
... I want you to put it inside me! I want you to bury it all the way in me 
and fuck until I beg you to stop." 

"What makes you think you're begging me to stop would make me so do?" he 
asked, totally overcome by her ravishing beauty. 

She didn't respond to his attempt at being witty. 

Instead, her head went down and her nose buried itself in his scrotum. She 
began tickling the hairy sac all over with her licking tongue, making the 
skin shrivel and tighten as her mouth worked its way around the throbbing 
extension. He was totally taken off balance when she pushed him back on the 
bed with her hands and moved her mouth even lower. With one hand she lifted 
his balls out of the way, and then her tongue was licking at his ass-hole. 
She made a stiff rapier of her oral organ, thrusting it quickly and deep, 
and the unexpected shocking tingle of his lingual touch made his throbbing 
prick quiver and stand straight up to an almost agonizing degree of swollen 
tension. 

He had been afraid his hands, touching her, might snap her out of her 
reverie and make her resist him. But at last he decided she was so totally 
committed to what she was doing, nothing would stop her. He was certain she 
would not be able to fall back into the former character of a woman 
resisting after all she had done. But he didn't know Eileen. She had been 
paid to perform, and the performance included occasional token resistance. 

He had opened and removed her mini-skirt, and then he had started 
unbuttoning her blouse. He expected her to cooperate with everything now. 
Instead, Eileen suddenly went rigid. She tugged her face from his crotch and 
clapped her hand over her mouth as if ashamed of the wayward manner in which 
she had outrageously behaved. She flashed the man a wild, terrified look as 
she tried pulling her blouse tightly closed. She did this so vigorously, she 
tore the blouse under one armpit, and this caused her to be confused for a 
moment. She wasn't that rich just yet that she was able to afford tearing 
any of her clothing. The reason she had come here with no panties or 
brassiere on was to avoid risking having them torn from her. Instead, she 
was the one doing the tearing, pulling on her own blouse until it ripped. 

"No!" she gasped, her real confusion mingling with the act she was putting 
on. "This is wrong ... so wrong. What I did was wrong. I'm begging you to 
help me fight this feeling inside me. I'm not really like this. Something 
simply came over me, just like that..." 

"I understand," Tint said to her softly, taking her off balance with his 
gentleness for the moment. 

Then he grabbed her with such overpowering force, he even surprised himself. 
She struggled, and the rip in her blouse began widening. It didn't tear 
along the sleeve, but rather down the front, and as a result, the lovely 
musk melons that were her breasts now came into view. Tint stared for a 
moment, then without a sound he buried his bearded face in them, sucking the 
left one into his mouth and pulling on the nipple. Whatever she had said to 
him no longer mattered because she was definitely aroused, her rubbery 
nipple solidly hard and taut with excitement. 

She stopped her wriggling and squirming, but once again she didn't actively 
cooperate. Instead, she went limp, much the way his wife had done during the 
last months of his marriage. She said nothing for awhile, but then gasped 
with shock when he tore her blouse completely from her body. m 

A part of the man's mind was still able to marvel at the maddening lengths 
to which this strange woman had driven him, acting so much like his wife. He 
had never felt such lust for his wife. Hell! He would have to pay her for 
ruining her blouse, but that was small enough compensation for what he 
intended getting from her. He was starting to roll with desire and had no 
inclination to stop. 

Eileen tried wriggling away when the man finally pulled her pantyhose down, 
but she didn't try too hard. She didn't want him tipping that, as well. He 
slid them from her feet and tossed the nylon off to the side. Then he 
touched the flesh of her thigh. Her white skin was silky and smooth, and not 
that fish-like softness his wife had felt. Instead of flabbiness, this 
woman's thighs had firm musculature beneath. As his hands began sliding 
higher, her legs slowly separated. She was once again lapsing into her 
compliant phase, making the man indeed feel he was some kind of conqueror. 

Her vagina was a gashed apricot, and at the moment it was oozing a sweet 
sticky liquor against his fingers. Her interior was tight, but yielding, and 
her clitoris was so aroused, it stood up like a tiny little bone-like 
extension of herself. He slid his fingers against the pink nub-like 
extension, rubbing it with a slow, rhythmic massage, and its taut surface 
became even harder and wetter. 

She lay on the bed now, her body spread out beneath him. Her eyes were 
tightly closed, and she was breathing very irregularly through her parted 
lips. 

"You still want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked. 

"YESSSSS!" she hissed, her voice so small he was barely able to hear what 
she was saying. 

She was doing everything exactly as he wanted. Now if she only would go the 
rest of the way. In all the years he had fucked his own wife, she had 
silently accepted what he had done to her, never once saying anything or 
opening her mouth other than to occasionally grunt and let him know she was 
alive. Now he had to have a woman tell him how much she wanted him to fuck 
her. 

"Please say it to me," he whispered, his voice actually begging her to say 
the words. "Tell me exactly what you want." 

Eileen opened her pretty eyes and looked into those of the man pleading with 
her. 

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" she told him, emphasizing the word, her voice 
crackling with lust-filled desire. "I want you to take that huge, wonderful 
prick of yours and push it into my vagina and screw me with it until your 
sperm comes out of my ears." 

"Say 'please' " he asked. 

"PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! PRETTY PLEASE WITH ALL KINDS 
OF SUGAR AND HONEY ON IT. FUCK ME, AND I PROMISE I WON'T TRY AND FIGHT YOU 
ANYMORE. YOU'RE TOO MUCH OF A MAN FOR ME!" 

This was what the man had always ached to hear from his own wife. All those 
years wasted with a woman who was as frigid as the North Pole. 

"I want to do something with you I've never done to another female," he told 
her. "I want to lick your cunt. Is that all right with you?" 

"YES, YES, YES, I'D JUST LOVE IT. PLEASE ... EAT MY PUSSY!" she moaned, and 
then she spread her legs wide apart. 

He hesitated for a moment. Her wild changes of direction were thrilling him, 
arousing him as never before. Up to now, her resistance had been relatively 
token-just enough, but he didn't rule out the fact that she might take it 
into her head to once again fight him off and become physical in so doing. 
He only hoped she wouldn't get carried away with the role and hit him over 
the head with a nightstand lamp. Certainly he hoped she wouldn't get it into 
her head to give him a knee in the balls. 

But not even these thoughts were going to deter him for any length of time. 
He had ached to eat a pussy all his life. The girls he had dated in high 
school had refused, and his wife had most certainly refused. Though he had 
never done it before, he was certain he would be good at it, if only because 
he wanted to do it. He was certain, once she felt the tip of his tongue 
inside her, he would dissolve her last vestiges of resistance ... a 
resistance he had asked for simply so he'd be able to overcome it. 

He slid his body between her widespread thighs, looking at the rich pinkness 
under the brown hair, and salivating. Her deliciously voluptuous body lay 
totally naked before him, and it looked even more wonderful now than she had 
appeared when he had initially seen her sitting at the bar. Her skin was a 
light, soft pink, the kind of rosiness that denoted health. Her breasts were 
nice and full and he wanted to squeeze and crush the blazes out of them. 
Everything about her seemed so perfect. Shit! If she was his wife, she 
wouldn't be here now doing this. He would have had her working with him in 
his factory during the day, and then he'd fuck her so silly at night she 
would never want to be with anyone else. 

Reaching forward, he used his thumbs to brush aside the few strands of hair 
covering her lovely cunt lips. She trembled a little when the balls of his 
thumbs stroked her pliant outer labia. Eileen automatically pulled her knees 
back, pressing them into her breasts, raising her oozing vagina and offering 
it to the man so that he was able to pay oral homage to it. He lowered his 
face and kissed it very gently, savoring its saltily delicious flavor. 

His tongue suddenly leaped out and began tracing the soft oval of sensitive 
coral flesh, working in circles, moving closer and closer to her vibrating 
clitoris. When at last he touched it with his outstanding oral probe, Eileen 
gave a wordless gasp of utter pleasure. She slid her calves over his 
shoulders and began squeezing his head between the soft fullness of her 
columnar thighs, pushing her vagina all the more solidly against the man's 
mouth. He was delightfully and totally surrounded and buried in a darkness 
that was alternately smooth and hairy, wet and slippery, deep and oily with 
her leaking vagina juices, and he pushed forward, struggling to bury his 
tongue that much more deeply into her feminine whirlpool. 

"OHHHHHH ... HHHHHAAAAANNNN-HHHHHH ... YOU'RE ... AAAAANNNNHHHHHHHH ... 
S-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O GOOOODUHHHH ... Eileen found herself moaning. "PLEASE 
... HAAANNNHHH ... COME OVER HERE ... UUUU-NNNNHHHH . . .PUT YOUR COCK IN MY 
... UNNNHHH ... MOUTH ... I WANT TO SUCK YOU WHILE YOU'RE ... AAANNNHHH ... 
LICKING MEEEE ... I WANT TO SWALLOW YOUR SPERM, THE FIRST TIME ... 
UUUUNNNN-GGGHHH ... YOU CAN ... OHHHHH ... FUCK ME, AFTERWARRRRDDD-UHHHH..." 

Tint was utterly delighted with what she was saying to him. Hearing the 
words coming from her prim and dainty mouth made him feel as if he had 
corrupted a Victorian prude. 

The idea of her sucking his cock while he ate her pussy was most definitely 
appealing. Besides, he knew he had enough strength left over to fuck her 
again later. The idea of actually fucking that beautiful face while being 
able to feast on the interior of her vagina thrilled him no end. 

He disentangled himself from between her thighs with some difficulty, then 
he turned around and put his knees on either side of her head so that his 
prick dangled over her mouth. He rested on his elbows, peering back beneath 
himself for a moment, watching, overawed by the sight of his long, red shaft 
sinking into the delicious velvet of her parted, glistening lips. He moved 
the penis slowly in and out, aware of the way her tongue was caressing his 
throbbing organ as it continued pumping in and out of her hungry mouth. 

He would have loved to remain like that, watching her eagerly suck as she 
was doing, but it came to him that at the moment he was neglecting her own 
tasty slit. It would really be ungentlemanly of him to watch her much longer 
without continuing to do what he wished to do. More than that, it might be 
downright dangerous to let her cool off for any extended period of time. 
Even more important than all these other arguments was the simple fact that 
he wanted to eat her delicious pussy. The slick, almost slushy texture and 
the delightfully tart savoriness of her steaming feminine interior aroused 
and excited him as much as the pressure of her lovely mouth wrapped so 
solidly around his throbbing cock. 

He slid his hands beneath her rounded buttocks, buttocks smaller than those 
of his wife, and he lifted her vulva halfway to his descending mouth. This 
time he slid his leaping tongue as far into her slippery hole as was humanly 
possible, and he felt her soft flesh slither and constrict around it. Her 
sticky inner womanly honey began trickling a little more freely as he probed 
toward its secret source. 

The more eagerly he sucked her vagina, the more greedily Eileen's mouth 
sucked on the throbbing penis it contained. Her tantalizing lips kept up a 
soft and steadily increasing friction around his corona while her tongue 
continued swirling and licking along the entire length of the hardened, 
stiffened shaft. Her efforts spurred him on to even more enthusiastic 
cunt-lapping, until he was lashing her boiling inner juices to a light foam 
with the movement of his flailing tongue. 

Tint dug his fingers all the deeper into the perspiring cleft between 
Eileen's rounded buttocks, aching to pull her vagina all the tighter against 
his hungering mouth. The beautiful woman writhed and wriggled 
uncontrollably, swabbing the furry pastry around the man's eager lips and 
chin while he thrust his tongue so far out it actually hurt him as he strove 
to continue delving into the utmost center of her clasping, quivering 
womanly core. Her heated vagina appeared to be pulsing and squeezing with an 
erratically uncontrolled rhythm now. His tongue felt so good inside her 
feminine pit, he actually wished he was fucking his cock inside there. But 
it was too late to think about that. He already felt the heated sperm 
boiling up in his testicles, and there was no chance at all for him to 
control it now. 

"AAAAUUUUWWWWAAAAUUUURRR-MMMMPPPGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed into the depths of 
her vagina as the surging juice came spurting forward through the 
electrified path of his pipe-like penis to spatter in the depths of her 
throat. 

Eileen gave a muffled cry of alarm, almost as if she hadn't really been 
expecting anything like this to actually happen. But she recovered from her 
initial astonishment and began drinking, swallowing thirstily, sucking for 
more of what his balls had to offer. All the while he continued squirming 
above her, barely able to control the continuous rhythm of his thrusts as 
his heated load gushed into her gullet. 

Even while he continued spurting, the bearded to little man kept working at 
her vagina, trying his damnedest to make her spurt, too. A combination of 
masculine pride and sheer annoyance made him determined to bring her off 
before he pulled a limp cock from between her sucking lips. Even though he 
was paying for all this, it would enhance his masculine pride to know he 
made the woman feel something. After all, he assumed even paid ladies of the 
afternoon were capable of feeling things. 

He continued slipping his tongue in and out of her tight little twat, 
constantly licking her extended clitoris, and the effect he was striving for 
finally came about. Eileen stiffened and arched her back like an 
old-fashioned English longbow, grunting and moaning around the man's 
still-spurting penis. He was well aware of her fingernails slicing into his 
back as the vise of her lovely legs tightened around his head. He lapped all 
the faster, and Eileen began shivering, humping and bucking and twisting as 
if it was a cock fucking her rather than a tongue. 

She struggled for breath, forgetting for a moment about sucking. Not that it 
mattered because Tint had already spent his entire initial wad down her 
throat, and she had swallowed every drop of it. 

"GGGGHHHHLLLLUUUUCCCC-HHHHHAA AARRRRMMMMCCCCHHHH!" she gagged, and spurt all 
kinds of heavy colorless juices into his face. 

Then it was over and the two of them rested, side-by-side, waiting to regain 
their strength so they would be able to fuck. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Marilyn sat alone at the bar. She was dressed in the plainest clothing of 
the four Bridge club members. She had on a beige dress that dipped very 
slightly in front, giving anyone who looked the littlest glimpse of 
cleavage. Otherwise, the dress was long and covered her below her knees. Her 
short brown hair was pulled away from her face, revealing her high 
cheekbones and her glistening brown eyes. 

The man who sat at the bar besides her was clean-shaven. He wore glasses, 
and he had short black hair. He was a nice-looking man, with a short, 
inwardly curved nose, and a jutting chin. He was wearing a pinstriped blue 
suit, and he looked at her with a smile and said, "You're new to this, 
aren't you?" 

"How did you know?" she asked. 

"I've seen all kinds," he replied. "You get to know an experienced woman 
from one who lacks experience. Hell! I've seen girls ten years younger than 
you with a helluva lot more experience." 

"Are you a policeman?" she asked, frightened. 

"Heck no!" he replied. "I'm an agricultural investigator. I travel all over 
the country for the federal government, making sure none of the large farms 
are using land that should be permitted to lie fallow for a year, or that no 
one is planting too much winter wheat and then selling it on the sly to some 
large private concerns who are more than willing to sell it at cheap prices 
to the Arabs so they continue gouging us for oil. I've been to just about 
every state, and on a cold day like today, when the wind is blowing and it's 
overcast and I can't do my work properly, I seek the companionship of a 
lovely lady for a few hours. I confess though, I hardly expected to find 
anyone in this part of Minnesota. What made you go in for this?" he asked. 

"I got bored playing Bridge every week, and my husband just doesn't give me 
enough household money." 

"Well, in the future, hold your head up high and swing the leg you have 
crossed over the other leg. Don't look at the people sitting at the tables. 
Keep your back to them and make them come and take a look at you." 

"Thanks for the advice," Marilyn told him. 

"Would you like to spend some time with me?" he asked. 

"Sure," she told him, "if you're willing to pay my price." "How much?" 

"A hundred-and-fifty, room included," she replied. 

He pursed his lips in a silent whistle, then said, "You're certainly putting 
a high price tag on yourself, considering your inexperience in this." 

"I may not be experienced at picking men up, but I'm worth the money," she 
insisted. 

"I believe you are," he nodded. "What do I call you?" 

"Marilyn," she said. "And you?" "I'm Wally Wolf," he replied. "Everyone 
calls me Wolfie." "Well, Wolfie?" 

"You have a deal," he told her, taking out his wallet, and Marilyn felt her 
heart starting to skip. 

It was going to happen, after all. like her three friends, she was going to 
become an adultress. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The room Shelly had given Marilyn faced the in side of the motel, and it had 
a terrace whic overlooked a yard around which the tw horseshoe-shaped arms 
of the motel stretched. Sh and Wolfe were now standing on the terrace noting 
every other terrace was not only empty, bu the draperies in front of the 
windows leading to al the terraces were closed. Cold as it was, the two o 
them, with their coats off, simply stood on the terrace and looked below. 

Marilyn felt strangely drawn to this man. He was not the average 
run-of-the-mill type she had expected! On the contrary, he was extremely 
intelligent, and she liked being with him. He had left his glasses in the 
room, and she had to admit he looked better with them off. 

He turned to her very suddenly and pulled her to him, kissing her. Although 
it was cold outside, the wind was coming from the other side of the motel, 
and heat, drifting out from the room, kept them warm on the terrace. Anyone 
seeing them would have chided them for wasting energy at a time like this. 
But right now, Marilyn didn't care. She had been so fearful of the kind of 
man she would encounter, in a way hoping he would be a brute so she would 
have an excuse not to do this again. However, this man was the opposite of 
everything she had expected, and as a result, she found herself totally 
enamored of him. Her mouth opened softly under his kiss, and the man felt 
her lips tremble. 

He had been in need of a woman, and he hadn't expected to find it in this 
place when he had stopped by for lunch. Now there was assuagement for the 
ache that plagued his balls. His strong arms tightened and he found himself 
kissing her very wildly, almost cracking her ribs he was holding her with 
such pressure. Wolfie felt her fingers pressing into his back very eagerly, 
her mouth accepting his tongue most gratefully. She sucked on the lingual 
probe and then pushed back with her own tongue. The two of them stood locked 
for long minutes, bodies solidly pressed, tongues dueling, arms holding. At 
the moment, not even the sun was able to see them because the sky was so 
overcast. 

"OHHHHHH ... WOLFIE!" she breathed softly as, finally, his mouth slid from 
hers, moving down her cheek to her throat, kissing her from the tip of her 
earlobe to her collarbone. 

Marilyn was well aware of the man's hardening erection, rising to make his 
pants tent out in front. He pressed her very solidly into him, one hand 
feeling the delightful roundness of her sweet buttocks under the softness of 
the long dress she was wearing. 

For a man alone, this woman seemed like good medicine. In the overcast light 
of the early afternoon, he unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled it 
off one shoulder, revealing the whiteness of her slender upper arm. His hand 
caressed it for awhile, and then he pulled the dress from her other arm, 
letting the top of the dress hang from her waist as she stood before him in 
a long-line brassiere. He reached behind her and unsnapped the brassiere, 
taking off the garment and tossing it through the glass doors into the room. 
Urgently now, his hands found her small, solid breasts and closed around 
them as if massaging her mammaries were his last chance for something 
exquisite in this world. 

Marilyn began quaking and quivering, moaning very faintly as his hand found 
her man-starved breast. It had been years since Ralph, her husband, had 
enjoyed playing with her breasts. The sensuality of this man's palm pressing 
there at last made her feel faint. She swayed slightly, eyes closed as she 
savored the pressure of the kneading hands that hardened her nipples to a 
turgidity they hadn't enjoyed for years. 

"OHHHHHH ... WOLFIE..." she gasped. 

Her breast looked like carved marble in the near darkness of the overcast 
day. It was hot to the touch, though, as if someone had built a furnace 
inside her. 

With a low groan, Wolfie lowered his head and took the pointed tip of her 
raisin-dark nipple into his hungering mouth. Instantly Marilyn's hand came 
up to press on the back of his head ... to push his face all the more firmly 
into her body. He had no trouble engulfing her entire breast. Firm though it 
was, it was small. 

Wolfie was sucking desperately, like a cub at its mother's teat, his tongue 
continually laving the quivering nipple, his saliva wetting the whole dark 
area of her areola. She tasted like sun-warmed honey to him. He drew what 
was now a hot, hard nipple between his teeth and continued tenderly nibbling 
at the fiery little tip. She continued swaying and trembling at his touch, 
dropping her dress from around her waist as she unzipped the lower half on 
the side, letting it fall in a pool around her feet. 

"Wait!" she whispered. 

As Wolfie's head came up, he saw her eyes shining like twin stars. They were 
wide and serious and held his as she finally managed to slowly withdraw from 
his arms and step back a few steps. Slowly, carefully, deliberately, Marilyn 
removed her half-slip, then peeled off her pantyhose. She was breathing 
heavily, and Wolfie stared, seeing the way her breasts remained so firm in 
spite of the heavy way she was breathing. Their being so small prevented 
them from really wobbling. They stood out like white hillocks, whiter than 
the rest of her flesh, with earth-colored circles at the tips surrounding 
her nipples of extended desire. 

Wolfie swallowed, his mouth very dry at the moment, his hard cock beating 
wildly inside his confining trousers. Marilyn was no longer an unsure woman 
any longer. She had become a lovely, earthy, warm female, the kind of female 
he had never before been able to find when he had to pay for his fun. She 
looked so wildly free at this moment, and if he'd had an easel and some 
paint, he would have painted her looking exactly as she did at this moment. 
Her short hair flickered lightly around her head as some cool breezes 
managed to touch them, but the warmth coming from within kept them from 
feeling the cold. 

Marilyn bent over to pick up her dress. Instead of tossing it inside as he 
had expected her do do, she spread it out on the terrace floor. They were on 
the top floor of the motel, and once they lay down behind the barrier of the 
three foot brick wall surrounding the terrace, no one would be able to see 
them. She undressed, taking off everything, dropping it on the floor, and 
Wolfie was only able to stand there and stare. 

She was beautiful! She looked like some goddess suddenly sprung to life as 
if out of nowhere. She was a symbol for all womanhood at that particular 
moment. 

Her breasts rose and fell softly on her rib cage, moving with her breathing, 
though not bouncing. She had one knee bent now, and the dimple of her navel 
made a deep point of shadowing the white plane of her belly. The silence 
stretched taut, and time seemed to freeze and only his eyes seemed to be 
functioning. They devoured the beautiful woman's total nakedness. She looked 
so absolutely beautiful and stunning. 

He stared at the small perfection of her high-hung breasts, looking like 
oversized lemons on the very slender trunk of her delightful torso. Her 
indented waist flared out into boyish hips that, naked, looked rounded. The 
flow of her slender, shapely white thighs was joined by the dark triangle of 
fleece. As he watched her statue-still body, her arms raised themselves 
slowly, opening to him, inviting him, entreating him. . 

Something seemed to snap inside Wolfie, and the man was suddenly ripping his 
clothing off like an insane person, letting everything lay where it fell as 
he slowly began walking toward her. Something had touched him and an 
unreasoning anger had risen to cover it. Why should such a woman play the 
part of a whore? He'd had her spotted as new to this almost immediately, but 
what he hadn't realized was that she was what he would have termed his 
basically, innately decent woman. Was it possible that even the nicest of 
women were able to make prostitutes of themselves? 

Marilyn felt Wolfie grab her in a vicious way and then crush her naked body 
into his own naked form, but not before she'd had a glimpse of the hardness 
of the man's body, hairy, somewhat muscular, wide-shouldered, deep-chested, 
and lean-hipped. His penis had been standing out, a mighty blunt-nosed 
hammer, a magnificent masculine tool designed, it seemed, specifically to 
plumb her own vaginal depths. She began shuddering in his arms at the 
unusual luxury of a masculine body so solidly firm, since her own husband's 
body tended to run to flab. He held her viciously, yet almost reverentially. 
In a kind of awe and astonishment, her palms began smoothing their way up 
and down the man's hard back and buttocks, and she smiled, finally grateful 
she had acceded to go through with this. 

The two of them clung together fiercely on the balcony under the overcast 
sky, shaking and trembling with their burning need for one another. Wolfie 
was well aware of his hard cock pressing its full length upward against the 
soft, white, flat belly of the lovely woman in front of him. He might be 
paying for it, but he had never known another whore in all the world to 
issue him the invitation of herself so openly. Certainly not delivered quite 
this way! If this was an example of the kind of prostitutes that existed in 
this area, he would be coming back more often. 

He swung the beautiful slender woman up in his arms for the sheer joy of 
carrying her, holding her against him. He walked around the full length of 
the balcony holding her, then returned to where she had spread her dress out 
on the cold ground. Leaning down, he had laid her body on it before 
straightening up to look down and admire her. His hands were on his hips, 
and his hard cock was jerking strongly against the air in front of him. She 
looked up and smiled faintly, and her arms reached for him again. Her 
slender thighs stretched open as she beckoned to him. 

"SON OF A BITCH!" Wolfie cursed, and he hurled himself on top of her, 
letting his groin slide between those two greased gates. 

Marilyn was only too happy to cushion him, her arms closing around his back 
very tenderly, and then Wolfie's mouth found the soft hollow of her shoulder 
and remained buried there for long, long minutes, his hands beneath her, 
clenching and unclenching the tender flesh of her white buttocks. Heat from 
inside the room continued washing over them, and the brick wall around the 
terrace kept them from feeling cold. 

They lay like that for a long time. The wind whistling around the building 
was music to their ears, and each was very much aware of the beat of the 
other's heart. 

His hands began sliding up under her pinned body, feeling the delightfully 
womanly hollows and curves. He touched the ridge of her spine, enjoying the 
soft flesh. Then he twined his fingers in her short hair. Finally he bent 
and laid siege to her mouth, raping that delightfully warm cave with his 
probing tongue, letting it brutally sink inside. 

Marilyn whimpered deep in her throat in surprise. 

Some things a man wanted to do himself. Shit! he was paying for this! It 
wasn't as if she were an older woman seducing a punk kid. He didn't have to 
be taught by a broad who was still new to whoredom. He liked it ... liked it 
much too much, that was the problem, and that was why he was mad. 

Marilyn now lay very still and passive. She sensed the man was angry even 
before his fingers had twisted themselves so brutally in her hair and his 
lips had bruised hers so unmercifully. Somehow she had done something wrong, 
and for the moment she was afraid. All she had really wanted to do was 
please this man, and somehow or other she seemed not to be doing it any 
longer. For a little while she had thought the man had liked the way she was 
behaving. Now, he was roughly handling her to let her know he wanted her to 
be calm for a little while and not spoil things. 

Wolfie moved her lovely body slightly to the side and kept himself on the 
cloth of her dress, looking down at her lovely, slender nakedness. Her head 
was presently turned away from him and he was unable to look into her eyes 
and read them. His hands came out to caress her boyish hip and flat belly 
and she began quaking at his touch. That was better! That was definitely 
better! 

His hand now slid up to enclose one small, thrusting breast while he slid 
partly on top of her so his mouth was able to enclose the other. He licked 
lightly up the underside of her breast until he reached the summit of her 
extended nipple, feeling the way it quaked beneath his licking tongue. He 
heard a low moan escaping from her. There was a faint salt taste to her 
skin, letting him know she was nervous and had perspired a bit. He licked 
slowly, washing the entire mammary, licking again and again until all of it 
was wet. The small rounded cup seemed to glisten in the dimness of the day. 

Shifting a little, the man now lay further across Marilyn and he gripped 
both breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he held them up for his greedy 
mouth to conquer. They were like twin ice cream cones as he sucked and 
licked the pair of them in turn. His head moved over her lovely body, 
foraging and savoring the twin delights. Each of her nipples quivered though 
they seemed to be as hard as little brown nuggets. 

Leaning down again, Wolfie bit, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh, 
nibbling on the tiny bud until the beautiful woman began gasping with 
delight, thrilled to feel something she had never felt with her husband 
before. Ohhhhhhhh! It was s-o-o-o-o good! 

"like it, honey?" Wolfie asked. 

Her only reply was a series of low, guttural groans, but her own hands began 
moving now, timidly creeping up to reach for the man's curly black hair as 
his mouth once again moved to the fullness of her lovely breasts. Her 
fingers were carefully tracing his eyebrows, then his nose, then his ears, 
moving lightly, softly, gently as Wolfie's mouth continued pulling on her 
nipple again and again, sucking it solidly into his mouth. Her breasts 
continued swelling, and she shook, trembling, moaning, gasping as she found 
herself writhing on the stone floor. 

Keeping his hands on the small fullness of her lovely heaving breasts, both 
still wet from his sucking mouth, Wolfie slid down a little and stabbed his 
tongue directly into the indentation of the lovely woman's navel. She 
arched, sensitive even to this, thrilling to the way the tip of his tongue 
probed. Her slender white hips lifted and strained themselves up to him. Her 
hands caught his strong forearms and held on. 

Marilyn felt the man's mouth tracing the slender contours of her quivering 
body, teasing her, making her feel as if she were worshiped. 

To have a man kissing her body all over, sending multitude of fine rippling 
sensations washing over her skin, stabbing her with erotic needles of 
thrilling lust, made her feel he was piercing her flesh again and again with 
every touch. No matter what else you had in this world, if you were a woman 
in need of love, and the man you had just didn't know how to make love, you 
had nothing. For the first time in her life Marilyn realized everything she 
had been missing all her life. 

Of all the women in her Bridge Club, Marilyn was the only one who never 
really knew what a climax was. She had been close to one more than once, but 
her husband always seemed to achieve his own satisfaction before she was 
able to attain hers. Now, perhaps for the first time, she would be able to 
find out just what the true meaning of orgasm was. 

Wolfie was kissing her body, moving lower and lower, and he finally arrived 
at the brown fleece between her lovely thighs ... the hedge that guarded the 
dark secret to her entry. He touched her soft pubic hair with his fingers 
and waded through the softness to the top of her rich, pink slit. With both 
hands working the man spread her wide open until he was able to see the dark 
pink inner labia gleaming at him. The folds of her taut pussy were like 
security locks, one fold in front of another ... inner intricacies that led 
to the hollow heaven of her inner self. His face hardened as he drew a 
finger through the sucking wet groove of her heavily drenched vagina. The 
flesh seemed to quiver and then Marilyn's entire body began lurching upward 
as a scream of bliss tore from her mouth. 

"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYGGGGNNNNHHHH!" she yelled, feeling the thrillingly light 
touch of the man's finger set off the buzzing of her shuddering nerves. It 
was the most excruciatingly exquisite touch she had ever known. Her entire 
inner vagina seemingly drew into itself, sucking on a penis that wasn't even 
there. She felt tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She needed the 
full length of a hot, hard cock, and she needed to feel it all now. Why was 
Wolfie torturing her so? 

Slowly the black, curly-haired man, leaned down and tongued the insides of 
Marilyn's thighs. He ran his oral digit along the upper inside surfaces, 
tasting the wetness there caused by the way she frantically lubricated. He 
began lapping the oils from her tenderly white skin, savoring the heat of 
her sticky fluid, lapping at it the way a cat would lick cream from a 
saucer, using long, sweeping strokes. It was obvious by now that Marilyn was 
in uncontrolled torment for she writhed and moaned agonizingly as her 
fingers clutched hopelessly at the open air. Her body felt starved to death 
for physical love! She was emitting a stronger and stronger musky fragrance, 
and the scent of it was driving Wolfie out of his mind with desire. 

He had intended licking her vagina, but he saw all this would do would be to 
prolong the agony for Marilyn. There was always later. Right now she was as 
much in need of an orgasm as he. He was still in a kneeling position when he 
rose, moved forward, hurled himself on top of her, and sank the full length 
of his beating cock to the hilt, right into the center of her hot vagina. He 
felt the tip of his cock hit the woman's cervix, then rebound off, then 
slide above the womb opening and on into the narrowness of her cunt, into 
the farthest reaches of her. His throbbing cock was sheathed in her 
tightness as if her membranes were a second skin custom-designed to fit 
around his thrusting organ. Hell! It was obvious to Wolfie that she was a 
woman who had definitely not been used that much. Her husband must have been 
a klutz. She was so tight in there he felt it right up to his eyeballs. 

"HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ... HHHHHAAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH ... GOOOOOD!" Marilyn 
gasped, wondering if the man had simply divided her body into two equal 
parts with his knifing thrust. 

The overpowering pressure was delightfully unbelievable and she thought she 
would certainly faint with the swift wonderful pain of that enormous length 
driving into her. She felt as if she had been skewered straight through, all 
the way up to her neck. She was certain she felt the mammoth head of the 
man's cock rubbing somewhere inside her gullet. 

"like it?" Wolfie gasped. 

"Love it!" she replied, hotly panting. 

Wolfie clamped his mouth tightly on the open oral cave of the lovely woman, 
well aware of the tightening sensation of Marilyn's vaginal muscles as they 
clung to him as if for dear life. Her inner membranes wrapped themselves 
around him like a million tight rubber bands and were already convulsing and 
squeezing him. She was almost like a virgin inside-tight and hot and truly 
constricting. 

Her hips leaped up and then slammed down, her buttocks bouncing on top of 
her dress as she tried moving around the throbbing weapon shoved inside her. 
It was immense, and she was locked around the overpowering lance, pinned on 
it like some butterfly pinned to a specimen card. She felt her flesh 
stretched more and more and wondered why it was that she hadn't been sliced 
neatly in half. Oh! She wanted more, so much more! 

Easing back the littlest bit, Wolfie flexed the muscles in his buttocks and 
sent the full length of his driving cock jerking its way inside her like a 
spring-driven knife. His tongue lunged again into her mouth at the same time 
and she bubbled and gurgled with gasping pain. The sounds were drowning in 
the depths of the man's kissing mouth. Her soft hands were desperately 
pushing at his shoulders because, slender as he was, his weight was becoming 
too much for her with a hard floor at her back. She strained and squirmed 
and tried wriggling, but the heavy phallus seemed to sink that much deeper 
into her vaginal mire. 

Little by little Marilyn became aware of the fleshy knife starting to ease 
out of her and her breath came roaring through her distended nostrils. Only 
the beating head now remained inside, waiting for a moment. Then the 
throbbing organ plunged itself right back into her. It was so gigantic, so 
filling, so totally stretching ... almost merciless in its invasion of her. 
Something this big was capable of killing a woman who had never had a man 
inside her before. It was practically rape in spite of the fact that she had 
invited all this and had accepted money from the man, if only because she 
had not expected to encounter anything this unbelievable in size and 
thickness. Her own oily issuance continued easing the path for the two of 
them. 

Wolfie stroked into her tightness at that moment, beginning a strong rhythm 
and feeling the hardness of her inner, rubber-band muscles welcoming each 
entrance and clinging tightly to him on each withdrawal. He had picked 
himself a real winner this time. She was tight, she was responsive, and she 
was good, damned good! In and out he continued violently stroking into her, 
driving hard and long. His testicles were churning and boiling already and 
the ache within him was almost choking him. 

Wedging one of his hands under the beautiful woman's small, tight buttocks, 
Wolfie levered her up to him so that his throbbing length was diving even 
further into the tightness of her sucking inner channel. The lifting of her 
buttocks seemed to ease the pressure inside her a little, and her loving 
arms tightly clutched him as her legs thrust themselves wider apart in order 
to better accept his driving phallus inside her. 

Heavy breath was laboring through his chest as Wolfie moved his mouth down 
to the lovely woman's shoulder. He was aware of tears running down her face 
as he went, but he knew they were tears of pleasure and not tears of pain. 
Her own mouth was nibbling on his earlobe while she nuzzled his hair. Now 
the man rose on his toes and slowly screwed his pulsing, beating, 
blood-bloated penis inso her in a vibrant spiral that had her howling and 
groaning with whimpers of delighted pleasure. 

"OHHHHHH . . .HHHHUUUUNNNHHHH ... YESSSSSSS ... YESSSSSSS ... WOLFIE ... 
DARLING ... HOLD ME ... HOLD ME TIGHTER ... FUCK MEEEEE!" 

She felt filled with the biggest, most bruising penis in the world, and he 
was fucking into her a little more easily now as her interior opened to suck 
him inside. 

Completely filled, every last little bit of her tunneled interior filled 
with the man's hugely delightful, driving pole, she was very much aware of 
the twinging through her loins as she continued to receive him, constantly 
rotating her hips in a writhing motion so that he was clasping her ever so 
tightly to him. 

"like it, honey?" Wolfie gasped with a wide smile creasing his face as he 
lunged forward and down again, his hips thrusting heavily as he continued 
driving into the beautiful woman's spread pussy, feeling the heated 
rubberiness of her walled, muscular passageway close tightly around his 
throbbing cock, absorbing the full length of his nakedly surging tool. 

The dark-haired man was aware of the way Marilyn was arching her body up to 
meet him, rocking gently from side to side, her voice murmuring mindless 
babblings as she attempted to take even more of his driving cock inside her. 
Now he had every last little bit of his length in the woman's clasping cunt, 
feeling the blood-bloated head ram against her vaginal black wall over and 
over. His sperm-bloated testicles kept thwacking against the softness of her 
perineum and the delicate opening that was her anus. He flexed his throbbing 
cock, listening to her moan beneath him as he embedded his driving cudgel 
that much deeper. 

"OHHHHHH GODDAMN! GODDAMN! OHHHHHH, AAAAGGGHHH! THAT FEELS GOOD ... SO 
GOOD." he groaned, screwing his thickly driving dong that much deeper into 
the tenderness of her shuddering body. 

Marilyn strained to meet his mounding flesh-and-muscle lance as her own 
loins continually churned, lifting to meet his driving thrusts until her 
lovely hips once again came completely off the ground. He was aware of her 
slender legs wrapping themselves all the more tightly around his hips as her 
sucking cunt struggled to climb ever higher on the length of his driving 
penile pole. She was laboring frantically, incessant whining sounds coming 
from her gasping, panting mouth. 

"DARLING ... OHHHHHHH ... WOLFIE DARLING ... IT FEELS SO GOOD, IT FEELS SO 
GOOD ... YOU JUST DON'T KNOW..." 

His powering penis continued working inside her screaming, aching vagina, 
filling her as her husband had never been able to do. He was surging into 
her like a wildly uncontrolled beast and she felt his testicles smacking 
against the cheeks of her ass as she turned her buttocks even higher to get 
closer to the wonderful powering of the driving cock. She opened and closed 
her thighs more and more frantically now, feverishly clenching him to her as 
she strove to meet his thrusting tempo-a tempo which accelerated with every 
driving thrust. Oh, how wonderful she felt with this hard man lying on top 
of her, enclosed in her arms. She clung to him, gripping him even more 
tightly, feeling his insanely driving penis slamming into her that much 
harder. 

With long and powerful driving strokes, Wolfie continued brutally pounding 
into her, but Marilyn's outcries were either rapturous or not at all. Tears 
of happiness continued coursing down her cheeks in wanton abandon. 

The pressure in Wolfie's balls was so great it was driving the man totally 
out of his mind. He wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer, that much 
was certain. He had no idea why this woman should feel so much better to him 
than any other woman he had ever known, but the truth was, she did feel that 
much better, and he enjoyed her immensely. 

She was continually moaning and groaning, mewling loudly under the man's 
pounding, driving body, still opening and closing her thighs around ' his 
hips as she worked a pagan rhythm up and down the full length of his 
stabbing pole. She was well aware of the man grunting, realizing he, like 
herself, was quickly running out of breath. 

Wolfie was grinding home with overpowering, flesh-splitting crashes, driving 
the rock solidness of his throbbing cock into the clasping mouth of her cock 
hungry cunt. His hands, holding the orbs of her rounded buttocks, moved 
around so that his fingers came into contact with the little opening that, 
was her ass-hole. A small stream of hot moisture was dribbling down over the 
tiny orifice from the clenching hole where he was constantly fucking into 
her. He ran the tip of his forefinger around the tiny puckered little 
opening, feeling it sodden with her dribblings, realizing more of her oils 
would continue leaking down. He probed experimentally for a moment, and then 
he suddenly jabbed forward very hard with his forefinger. The rubbery little 
opening slowly began yielding ... a little at a time, then his finger was 
driving in to the first knuckle, the tight elasticity of her anus closing 
around the foreign obtruder, trying to push it out. 

"AAAANNNNHHHH ... WHAT ... OOOOOHHHHHH ... ARE YOU ... UUUUHHHH ... DOING?" 
Marilyn screamed, never having had a finger probing into her rectum before. 

Her body leaped up and down, moving around constantly, and in her 
desperation, she hurled herself downward, forcing more of the manual digit 
into her tight ass-hole. It moved deeper and deeper, in to the next knuckle 
now. Marilyn felt imprisoned, impaled on two foreign objects ... two lances 
of thrilling sensation that sent vibrations of delight trammeling through 
every part of her quivering body. Passion continued building higher and 
higher in the depths of her interior, and she shuddered and gasped with 
thrilled delight. 

Wolfie was able to feel his own penis through the thin wall of membrane 
separating the two tunnels. Intensity constantly mounted inside him to the 
point where he was ready to explode. He timed the thrusts of his finger into 
her rectal tunnel to match the movements of his pistoning penis. She groaned 
wildly beneath him and began thrashing about insanely. She moved forward and 
back, up and down, screwing herself on two immovable objects, jawing back 
and forth in a rocking motion, gasping out to the overcast sky above as more 
tears of delight continued running down her cheeks. 

Marilyn had never known ecstasy like this before. Her entire being was 
reaching, reaching, reaching for the feelings that had eluded her ever so 
long. Everything had fallen away from her but the exquisite sensations 
needed by her love-starved body. She was wide open to whatever this man 
wished to do. Though she had been initially taken aback by his fingered 
invasion of her rectum, she now backed into it eagerly, anxiously as she 
rose to meet the great driving penis that constantly lunged into her so 
rapturously. 

"YES, YES, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT!" Wolfie encouraged. "FUCK ... FUCK ... THEN 
FUCK AGAIN, AND FUCK EVEN HARDER, BABY!" 

His balls were aflame with lust by now, and they felt so loaded he thought 
the very skin would burst. The man was well aware of his throbbing cock 
swelling, enlarging, getting thicker, becoming bigger than ever as it drove 
into her sucking depths with a maniacal force. He rammed his penile organ 
even harder now that his finger was keeping time with its movements. At the 
same time Marilyn was clinging to him all the more tightly, holding him 
between her imprisoning thighs. He continued the merciless thrusting of his 
penis and finger with all the strength he possessed. 

Marilyn felt it! The orgasm was coming ... the one she had waited for all 
her life. Her legs jackknifed, and the whole expanse of her upturned crotch 
was presented to the overpowering thrusts of Wolfie's ferocious fucking. The 
man saw the way her eyes rolled, her dark hair tangling and becoming messy, 
short as it was; her lovely face contorted in excruciating ecstasy as she 
strove for the peak, the summit, the very top. 

"AAAAIIIIGGGGHHHHYYYYYAAAAA-GGGGHHHHAAAAYYYYIIIGGGGHHHH!" she shrieked, her 
banshee wail carrying into the courtyard, blotted out by the sound of the 
rising wind. 

Wolfie was aware of the short hairs on the nape of his neck rising because 
of the woman's scream, and his bloated testicles felt ready to explode in 
their sac. The heat emanating from the two of them was so unbearable, in 
spite of some cold now washing over them, they felt ready to faint from heat 
prostration. He had never felt any woman spasm so convulsively, and he was 
amazed and taken aback. Here was a woman who really knew how to appreciate a 
good climax. 

The dam inside him was building to excruciating heights. If something didn't 
let go shortly, his entire body would explode. 

Marilyn's legs had him locked tightly to her as her hips continued squirming 
in a dance of joy. Bliss poured from her mouth in fresh screams that rent 
the sky. Now Wolfie's own climax was there as he sent a huge load rocketing 
into her straining flesh tunnel, rushing through her narrow dilating 
passageway. The thin, hot stream spewed into her cunt again and again in 
never-ending bursts. Sound he was unable to control roared out of his mouth 
at the same time. 

"HHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ... AAAANNNNGGGGHHHH . . .GGGGHHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHH ... 
FUUUCCCKKKK ... HHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH. . . WWW WAAAAUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHH!" 

He felt as if his very life essence was being emptied into the feminine 
holster of Marilyn; the holster containing his gun, at present. 

Sticky, creamy tides of seminal fluid continued gushing out as convulsions 
shook both of them, making them quake and quiver as nothing else in the 
world was able to do. Then, little by little the spasms slowly began 
lessening, and finally they disappeared altogether. 

"Well?" he asked. "How was it?" 

"Wonderful!" she replied as he rolled off. 

The two of them managed to stagger inside, and she washed them off, saying, 
you still have more than an hour and a half left." 

He smiled. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Roseann was sitting in the car, in the parking lot, waiting when Pearl 
arrived. The smile on Roseann's face said volumes of things, letting Pearl 
know the redheaded woman now had enjoyed two experiences in as many weeks. 

"Well?" Roseann asked. "How was it?" 

"Wonderful!" Pearl replied. "Now that we've started this, I only hope we 
don't have to bring it to an abrupt end. You don't think our husbands 
frequent this place at all, do you?" 

"I know Leo doesn't," Roseann replied. "My husband is a pharmacist. He works 
out of his little store in the heart of Camden, and he's quite content to 
remain there. When he does fool around, it isn't here in Holloway. Hell no! 
Leo goes with those orchestras on those little gigs and he balls far, far 
away from here." 

"Well, I know my own husband doesn't come here," Pearl replied. "He's too 
busy working in a village on the other side of Camden. Besides, if he were 
fooling around, I have the feeling I would have discovered it by now." 

At that moment Eileen got into the car, and she wore a really big smile. 

"Success!" she said to the other two girls. "I never knew sex was so much 
fun. We definitely have to make a habit of this every week from now on." 

"There isn't any chance that your husband comes here, is there?" Roseann 
asked. 

"No!" Eileen laughed. "He takes a commuter bus directly into Saint Paul 
every day, and he wouldn't have the time to stop by here. Besides, he would 
need a car to do that, and we only have one car. 

So I think I can say with certainty that he doesn't come here." 

They waited a good fifteen minutes before Marilyn joined them. 

"You're late, honey," Pearl piped up. "Remember, we're mothers. We have an 
obligation to the children." 

"I know," Marilyn nodded. "But it was so good, so really good. Look, let's 
definitely make it a point to come here on Wednesdays from now on. I think 
you'll all agree it's lots more fun than playing Bridge." 

"There can be complications," Eileen pointed out as Roseann, whose turn it 
was to drive, started the car. 

"Such as?" Marilyn asked. 

"There'll be those times of the month when we won't be able to do anything. 
I don't think all of us will be incapacitated at the same time, which would 
be a great idea, since that would be the one week during the month when we'd 
still play Bridge. 

"like you said," Marilyn pointed out. "It just doesn't happen to all of us 
at the same time. What would you suggest?" 

"Well, if any of us is incapacitated in that way, it would be a good idea if 
she stayed home and sort of covered for the rest of us," Eileen suggested. 
"We'll always supposedly be playing at the house of whichever girl is unable 
to make it." 

"Why?" Roseann asked. 

"This way, if one of our husbands calls, the girl staying home will be able 
to handle all the alibiing." 

"Good idea," Marilyn nodded. "Now what?" "Now, off to the clinic to have our 
weekly checkup. Then home!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The experiences the four members of the Bridge club had enjoyed at The 
Holloway Motor Inn had whetted their appetite for more. Knowing they would 
be unable to get more for a whole week, they tried hard to make it up with 
their husbands. For the first time in years the four men were suddenly 
treated to candlelight dinners and wives who wandered about the house 
scantily clad once the children were in bed. 

There wasn't a man who didn't appreciate it, and as a result, their own sex 
lives brightened considerably. Unfortunately, the men had just so much 
stamina, and whereas the women wanted them alive and aroused every night, 
after a hard day's work, it was more than a little difficult for them to 
keep going sexually night after night. 

On Saturday night, all four women, with their husbands, met and went to a 
restaurant in Minneapolis. All four women felt a little apprehensive, 
wondering if they might be seen by customers from the motor inn. But they 
needn't have worried. Even dressed nicely, they didn't use the same makeup 
they used when at the motel, and anyone who knew them in their profession, 
would have had to look twice to recognize them. 

There was a play that had just closed in New York that had come to 
Minneapolis, and they went to see it after eating in the restaurant. All 
four women relaxed and enjoyed themselves, thinking that when they got home 
that night, they would really go to work on their husbands. Two of them, 
Pearl and Roseann, succeeded. But Marilyn and Eileen didn't, their husbands 
were so whacked out. Nor were they really in any shape to follow through the 
next morning. 

Monday was a day all the women hated. It meant the beginning of what would 
have been a totally drab week had it not been for Wednesdays intervening. 
Monday, after seeing the children off on the school bus, the four women took 
their bundles of clothing and went to the local laundromat. They all had 
washing machines and dryers in their homes, and other days of the week made 
good use of them, but going to the laundromat gave them an excuse to get out 
and breathe. 

While their clothing was being washed in the various washing machines, the 
four of them sat around and talked. When they had been with each other on 
the weekends they hadn't had much chance to do any real talking with their 
husbands present. Now, almost a week later, they had an opportunity to 
reflect on what they had done, and not one of them was sorry. The only one 
of them who knew about the different kind of weird possibilities that 
awaited them was Pearl, because of her own personal experience, which she 
described in some detail. Far from discouraging the other ladies, it aroused 
them, and they had to admit the idea of taking on two men at once was 
something none of them had previously considered. 

"Well, consider this," Roseann said. "If one of us can take on two men, 
what's to stop one man for asking for two of us, assuming he can afford it." 

"That's something else that ought to be interesting," Marilyn mused. 

The gleaming look in her eyes was suddenly mirrored in the eyes of all the 
others. There was so much to do, so much to learn while "earning," and 
having tasted real sex, all the women were eager to learn everything. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Wednesday came, and this time Marilyn dressed as sexily as the other three 
women. She had spent part of Tuesday shopping for a new outfit to wear 
specifically at the Holloway Motor Inn. It was a chic, chocolate brown skirt 
that came just above the knee, with a light tan blouse that had a deep V in 
front, beneath which she had on a half-brassiere which uplifted her breasts 
and pushed them tightly together, making them look considerably larger than 
they were. 

Marilyn wasn't the only one to do shopping. Pearl was wearing a blue dress, 
royal blue, that came just below the knee, and though it didn't have a scoop 
neck, it was tight, very tight, making her already large breasts look that 
much larger. 

Eileen also wore blue, though it' was more turquoise to match the blue tint 
of her white hair. It looked like a school girl's outfit, a sort of top, 
with suspenders attached to the skirt, covering a white blouse of satin that 
was open just enough to let people see the top of her cleavage. 

Roseann wore a simple pink dress with no top, held up by straps. She had a 
cape covering her shoulders, and her own soft white flesh was very visible. 

The four of them sat at the cocktail bar, but this time they hadn't paid 
Shelly, the bartender, in advance, explaining it was possible they might not 
need four rooms, and it would be a waste of money to reserve them. On 
Wednesday afternoons, the motel was almost totally empty anyway, so there 
was no need to reserve the rooms. However, if and when they needed rooms, 
they would still give Shelly his twenty-five dollars for each room in 
addition to the fifteen dollars for each room. Shelly was never one to 
quibble. He had to admit the ladies were gaining an air of professionalism, 
and he only wished he was able to take time off to ball each of them. Still, 
Wednesdays was his day to tend the bar, and tend it he did. What the hell! 
He worked here. It wouldn't be right for anyone to see him scoring in the 
same motel where he worked. 

He knew the ladies weren't from Holloway. 

Holloway, like all the surrounding communities, was small and intimate, and 
though the residents of Holloway rarely strayed outside their own area, it 
was obvious residents of some adjoining area had strayed in. 

The ladies were each seated with an empty bar stool between them, casually 
sipping soft drinks, waiting. They didn't have long to wait. Roseann's 
prediction was to what might happen, suddenly happened, and Roseann was part 
of it. Marilyn was the other part of it. 

The two of them were seated on the far right, with one stool vacant between 
them, and a short man with a big black mustache came over and sat between 
them. He was nice-looking enough, though seemingly a bit unsure of himself. 
His nose was round and red, like Santa Claus, and his black hair was 
thinning on top. But there was a sparkle in his eyes and a sureness to his 
movements. When he spoke, it was with an Italian accent. 

"Scuse," he said to both women at once. "I no speak the English too well. I 
no want you shoulda think me too forward, but I see you two lovely ladies 
asitting here, all alone, and I say to myself, is a shame two lovely ladies 
are alone. So I wanna know if the two of you maybe like company." 

"We cost," Roseann said so casually, she almost frightened herself. She was 
becoming an expert at this. 

"I can pay," the man nodded. 

He agreed to pay three hundred for both ladies with the understanding that 
as long as he didn't use whips, chains, or lighted cigarettes, he would be 
able to do with them as he pleased. The ladies had the money put in an 
envelope, first siphoning forty dollars to Shelly so he would be able to get 
them a room. He was back two minutes later with a room key. 

The three of them went off to the room numbered on the key. Once they were 
inside, the man took their coats and hung them in the closet, doing the same 
with his own coat. He was wearing a brown business suit. 

"I am called Alfonso," he told them. 

"I'm Roseann." 

"I'm Marilyn." 

"Bene. I no speak English too well, so you forgive me. I think it would be 
good idea if we alla us undress. We get used to lookin' at each udda. Si?" 

"Sure," Roseann nodded. 

All three of them undressed, and Alfonso was already drooling, looking at 
the nakedness of the two women. He had chosen both Marilyn and Roseann 
because they wre small-breasted. He didn't go for large-breasted women. 

There were two beds in the room, and Alfonso motioned for the ladies to sit 
on one bed, while he sat across from them on the other. He had brought a 
bottle of Chianti with him, and a glass. He got the two other glasses from 
the bathrom, and poured a little Chianti for everyone. They drank, feeling 
the red wine slide down their throats, warming their stomachs, and little by 
little they relaxed in one another's company. 

"I think we talk," Alfonso said to them. "I want you shoulda tell me, you 
ladies ever make love with each other?" "No," Marilyn replied. 

"Ah, well, I must know if you are willing to do so now." 

Marilyn was about to nod when Roseann said, "Sure, but it'll cost a little 
more." 

"Ah, but of course. Fifty dollars more?" 

"Fine," Roseann nodded. 

The man took his wallet, which he had put on the night table between the two 
beds, and counted out another fifty dollars. The money was put on the 
dresser, then Alfonso sat between the two women, feeling the warmth of their 
bodies surround his, though they didn't actually press too hard against each 
other. 

"You sound like a man who has been with a lot of women," Marilyn said to 
him. "Tell us a little about your experiences." 

The smaller woman's voice had been clotted with passion as she had spoken, 
and it was obvious she was being turned on just by sitting and looking at 
the man's nakedness. His penis was only semi-erect, but it was a good-sized 
one. When it finally stiffened, Marilyn had no doubt it would do a good job 
on them. In fact, her stare seemed to make the organ swell until it was a 
dark log of solidity. It stood out, throbbing uncontrollably. 

"Sure," Roseann said to the man, "tell us about yourself." 

The man's hands flailed the air as he looked at the women on either side of 
him, and he said, "I speak the English very bad. Is difficult for me to 
explain..." 

"You can do it," Roseann insisted. 

"You must!" Marilyn smiled, and she reached out with her left hand, letting 
her fingers encircle the tan log of his penis. 

"Easy," Roseann murmured. "Don't get him overly excited. Let him speak, 
honey." 

Her hand gripped Marilyn's shoulder gently as she did her best to pull the 
beautiful brown-haired, shorter woman away from the man. But Marilyn was 
enjoying herself. She squirmed forward until she had fitted the valley 
between her small breasts against the upstanding stanchion of the man's 
throbbing cock. While Marilyn continued squirming her shoulders so that her 
rounded breasts rubbed against the thick log of masculine meat, Roseann was 
almost startled to feel her friend's heatedly feverish skin beneath her 
fingertips. Without even consciously thinking about what she was doing, the 
redhead slid her arms around the shorter woman's body, moving around and 
squatting so that her own wet vagina rubbed its slickness against the 
rounded buttocks of the other woman. 

Roseann leaned forward and breathed the light cologne Marilyn was wearing. 
Her tongue leaped out and titillated the other woman's back, and at the same 
time her hands reached around and pressed themselves into Marilyn's groin. 
Roseann had never touched another woman between her thighs, and she found it 
to be an exhilarating experience. Instantly her fingertips began to worry 
the glowing bud of the other woman's clitoris, pulling the lips apart so 
that her other fingers were able to slide through the cleft as well. 

"Oh Alfonso!" Marilyn softly mumbled. 

The man bent his head to kiss the shorter woman, and suddenly Marilyn's 
tongue snaked out and rolled across her lips, wetting them. As Roseann's 
tongue continued working on the beautiful Marilyn, licking her back, washing 
her flesh, her fingers kept on massaging the brown-fringed vagina. 

Marilyn, who had pressed her small breasts around the penis of the man, now 
pushed herself away from him. Her lovely face slowly began moving downward. 
Marilyn didn't know why she was doing this, except that she had done it with 
Wolfie the previous Wednesday after he had fucked her so deliciously. He had 
taught her the joys of cocksucking, something she had never done with her 
husband, and as a result, she wanted to enjoy it even more. So her tongue 
suddenly snapped out and began licking the upstanding dark shaft with the 
crimson top. She licked it with long strokes as her tongue moved from the 
hairy base to the flared, taut crest. 

Alfonso was wriggling uncontrollably, his body rocking back and forth as he 
pushed himself up on the bed and lay back, letting his shoulders slam 
against the mattress. He wished he was capable of fucking the both of them 
at the same time. He reached down with his hands, and his flailing arms felt 
the beautiful Roseann's perspiration damp shoulders as well as strands of 
her hair. He also felt the back of Marilyn's bobbing head. The two women had 
risen so they were hovering directly over his groin, though Roseann was 
still pressed against Marilyn. 

In fact, Marilyn felt her slender form starting to feel weighed down by the 
beautiful Roseann, and she began squirming forward. The weight of the two 
lovely females brought pangs of pain as Marilyn began sliding across the 
throbbing length of his heatedly aching cock. He started rolling his hips. 
His arms gripped Marilyn and he tugged her solidly against him, feeling the 
hot and boiling cauldron of her vagina opening in an attempt to suck his 
stiff penis inside. Dio mio, these were two very hot women! He fidgeted, his 
penile head moving right, then left, then right again, and then it was 
trapped by the wet feminine cleft. Slowly it began sliding into the hot cunt 
of the shorter woman, making Marilyn gasp with delight. 

The brown-haired woman clamped her eyes tightly shut. She started savoring 
the thick, burning staff that had impaled her and now lay deeply embedded 
inside her, pushing as if intent on burying itself against her heart. The 
sensation was matched by the feeling of Roseann's tongue, now licking at the 
small, tight roundness of her buttocks. So great was the rapture intensely 
building in her, so monumental was the sensation of being loved by two 
people, it took Marilyn a little while to realize just what it was Roseann 
was doing while she rode the staff of the man below her. She felt herself 
pulled forward, whimpering with glee as the mustached man firmed his mouth 
around one of her extended nipples and chewed on it as if intent on 
separating it from her breast. 

All this only served to increase the delightfully sensuous rapture that 
cotinually streaked through her shuddering body. She lifted her rounded 
buttocks high into the air, then groaned lustily as Roseann's wildly licking 
tongue slid into the narrow crevice between her small buttocks, wetly 
lapping up and down. She had never felt anything like this, and it was 
driving her totally out of her mind with utter delight. Abruptly Marilyn 
held herself very rigid. The tip of Roseann's working tongue had started 
jabbing and probing at her spasming anal opening. 

Marilyn lifted her ass so high into the air, she tugged her cunt off the 
length of Alfonso's cock. The man instantly hurled his loins straight up, 
driving his spiking penis vertically upward, and a moment later, the red tip 
had parted the lips of Marilyn's hot cunt, as the full length of it sheathed 
itself inside her. Then he dropped his butt to the bed. The brown-haired 
woman's fleshy box was very hot and tight, and the wetness surrounding the 
man's pulsating prick gave him unbelievable pleasure. What he didn't 
understand was why she wasn't pumping her hips. 

Roseann was the one who was becoming uncontrollably aroused. In fact, she 
was so aroused, her movements were becoming totally erratic. Moving lower, 
she pressed her hard, aching breasts against the side of the bed between 
Alfonso's dangling legs, and she pushed her face at the spot where Marilyn's 
genitals coupled with that of Alfonso. She began licking and sucking the 
juices that constantly poured out of Marilyn's vagina and washed the length 
of the man's weighty probe. She wanted to lick and suck even more, but the 
way the two of them were joined made it almost impossible. Each time she 
moved her lovely face closer and Marilyn lifted her cunt, before she had an 
opportunity to lick the stem of the man's cock, Alfonso had thrust his hips 
into the air, and Roseann's lusty mouth and tongue were denied their 
objective. 

With a loud, almost guttural oath, Roseann stood and toppled Marilyn from 
Alfonso's throbbing erection and slipped from her oily tunnel, Roseann 
reached forward and gripped the slippery staff with both hands. 

She quickly squirmed forward and began guiding the man's throbbing penis 
between her swollen breasts. She didn't have large breasts, but they were 
big enough to roll around and around the upstanding pike of the man's cock. 
Roseann continued rolling her shoulders in order to intensify the sensation 
for Alfonso. The lubricity clinging to his penis was rubbed off to the inner 
sides of her pressing breasts. Slowly, she got onto her knees and began 
tipping forward, letting the weight of her slender body pressure her 
squeezed-together breasts against his penis while her own buttocks rose 
higher and higher. 

Alfonso found himself rocking almost helplessly under the beautiful 
redhead's weight, still unable to figure out just why the shorter, 
brown-haired woman had suddenly fallen off his cock. His pelvis rammed up 
and down, up and down as he drove his phallic lance into the tightly 
constricting valley of the lovely redhead's rounded breasts. It felt good, 
all right, but it didn't feel as good as a vagina. 

His hands reached up and grabbed Roseann's hair. He tugged roughly and 
attempted to force her to move higher on his body so he would finally be 
able to spike the length of his penis into her sucking tunnel. 

"Roseann!" Marilyn gasped. The shorter woman felt as if her entire womb was 
suddenly on fire. Her cunt felt like an aching void now that it had been 
deprived of the thrust of Alfonso's cock. Her inner womanhood clamped its 
walls tightly together, spasming as pained sensations continued to ignite 
her, building her to orgasm. The lovely brown-haired woman lurched forward. 
In her anxiety and haste to attain that climax she felt so near, she knocked 
Roseann from Alfonso's body. 

The man suddenly sat upright and shoved both wetly squirming female bodies 
away from him. This bickering between the two of them was driving him out of 
his mind. Roseann fell to the floor, landing on her back, and reaching up, 
she grabbed Marilyn's arm and yanked the shorter woman down on top of her. 

Marilyn spun around, so aroused she didn't know who was beneath her. All she 
knew was that she wanted to sink her mouth on a cock again. Instead, with a 
muffled cry of passion she drove her head directly into the juncture of 
Roseann's thighs. As a result, her seeking mouth finally made contact with 
the wet flaps of the redheaded woman's aching vagina. Marilyn was instantly 
aware of where she was, and before she was able to make up her mind as to 
whether or not she wanted to continue doing this, Roseann's hips closed 
around her head, pulling her downward. Without even thinking, Roseann sat 
up, reached out, and grabbed Marilyn's buttocks. She pulled the shorter 
woman around until Marilyn's loins were directly over her own face. 
Instantly now, the beautiful redhead drilled her tongue into the sucking 
depths of the lovely brown-haired woman while Marilyn's lapping tongue 
continued leaping into the passionate pit that was Roseann's vagina. 

On his knees on the bed, Alfonso watched the two women eating each other's 
vagina. This was precisely what he had wanted to see. Such a sight always 
got him heatedly aroused, but since he had left Italy, he had not been able 
to find two women willing to perform this act, unless they were true 
lesbians. In that case, they didn't want anything to do with him. 

The motel room was filled with their lapping and sucking sounds, as well as 
their passionately lusty, muffled grunts and groans. The man felt a 
delightfully wrenching tug at his groin, and when he glanced down between 
his legs he saw his throbbing log of cock more distended than it had ever 
been. It had been too long since he had really enjoyed two women this way. 

Because Marilyn, the shorter of the two women, was on top, her rounded pink 
buttocks in the air, he was able to see the movements of Roseann's thighs as 
well. Abruptly the taller, red-haired woman's body began arching, and then 
she rolled, making Marilyn roll with her so that Marilyn was now the one on 
the bottom. The two women had changed places, but it didn't stop them from 
enjoying one another. They continued devouring each other more avidly than 
ever before. 

Alfonso was now staring at Roseann's seductively wiggling ass-cheeks. He 
kneeled on the floor, getting himself in position behind her, salivating 
heavily the entire time. He grabbed one of her rosy ass globes with his 
right hand, then gripped the other with his left hand, and he began 
squeezing them very roughly. He was aware of the lovely woman's spasming 
muscles as he gently caressed the gluteal flesh. Then his fingers slid into 
the narrow crevice between them. With one hand he began massaging the 
fullness of her rounded ass-cheeks while the fingertips of his other hand 
continually rubbed the hot, puckered opening. Instantly Roseann began 
lifting her behind, moving her sodden vagina away from Marilyn's hotly 
slurping tongue. Alfonso tightly grabbed Roseann's lovely jutting hips, 
holding her firmly, then rammed the full knob of his cockhead against the 
tiny webbed opening of her anus. 

Lasciviously, Roseann's lips pushed down, smashing themselves solidly 
against Marilyn's dribbling feminine slash. Roseann drove her extended 
tongue into the heatedly dripping inner channel. This made Marilyn wail 
deliriously. Her eyeballs rolled upward and she caught a glimpse of the 
man's hairy, dangling sac suspended directly above her. Her hands wedged 
between Roseann's tender thighs. Reaching out, Marilyn began cupping the 
man's testicles, lightly squeezing them. 

Then she was aware of them slowly moving forward. 

Alfonso powered his cock straight ahead, driving the tip of his swollen 
penis into the tightness of the spasming anal hole belonging to Roseann. 
Roseann had never had a cock in her ass before, and she didn't like the idea 
of one being buried there now. But her bargain with the man had not 
mentioned anything about ass-fucking, and since she had told him just about 
anything went, he was taking advantage of her statement since he wasn't 
using whips, chains, or burning cigarettes. She ought to have been angry 
because there was more than a little discomfort at the moment. But she felt 
a thrilling sensation cutting through her, and she knew she was going to 
enjoy it even if there was some initial pain. 

As far as Alfonso was concerned, her cunt gripped his throbbing cock so 
beautifully, he realized he wouldn't be able to control himself. His 
fingernails dug into Roseann's hot, pink flesh as he shoved, and the head of 
his staff sank a little deeper. 

Marilyn whimpered a little disappointedly as she was aware of Roseann's 
tongue slipping from the tightness of her pussy. The lovely brown-haired 
woman had been teetering on the edge of a fabulous orgasm. Now that 
Roseann's mouth was no longer working on her aching vagina, the beautiful 
shorter woman found herself on the border of hysteria. She hurriedly 
squirmed around on her back and buttocks, sliding out from underneath 
Roseann. She saw the lovely redhead was braced on her hands and knees. She 
was looking much like a bitch-in-heat, and her red hair had come loose, and 
if it wasn't quite long enough to stream down either side of her face, it 
was certainly disheveled. Marilyn saw Alfonso's cock was plugged into 
Roseann's rectum, and she wondered if she would have been able to withstand 
such a corking without screaming. Yet it was obvious that if Roseann was not 
exactly thrilled by it at the moment, she didn't appear to be in pain. She 
was moving slowly back and forth, rocking beneath the slow and powerful 
thrusts of the man behind her. 

As Marilyn finally came to her knees, she pushed her own strands of hair 
into place, away from her forehead and cheeks, and she stared avidly at the 
way Alfonso was fucking. The look on his face was one of exquisite agony, 
and now Roseann's face was starting to match his with her ecstatic 
countenance. Marilyn was certain a woman needed strongly overpowering 
passions to let a man fuck her back there, and there was no question as to 
Roseann's sensiousness. She envied the taller woman her passionate nature. 
Seeing all this aroused sensations of hungering lust in the younger woman, 
and she decided this was something she, too, would like to experience. So 
she hurled herself at Alfonso, shoving him away from Roseann. 

"I want you to do it to me, Alfonso," she insisted. 

Alfonso fell on his back on the floor between the beds, but he wasn't overly 
concerned about being pushed away from Roseann. The lovely redhead had, just 
before his cock pulled out, climaxed, her anus squeezing tightly around his 
throbbing penis. 

She had climaxed silently, so he knew it was a minor orgasm, yet it was 
satisfaction all the same. If Alfonso was famous for anything, it was making 
certain women achieved happiness because of his hot prick. He had wanted to 
attain his own satisfaction as well. Marilyn's action had broken him out of 
his reverie, preventing him from achieving his peak. His cock had pulled 
itself out of Roseann because of the way he had been pushed away. With an 
almost angry roar he grabbed the slender brown-haired woman and leaped to 
his feet, pulling her up, as well. He wrestled her onto the bed to his left. 

Marilyn landed on her belly, and the air whoofed out of her as the man 
dropped on top of her, allowing his heatedly inflamed cock to pressure 
itself between the rounded cheeks of her small ass. He righted himself and 
instantly got to his knees between her thighs. He grabbed her lovely hips 
and pulled her off the bed. The moment her soft buttocks neared the level of 
the reddened tip of his phallus, he yanked her body toward him. 

His aim was uncannily accurate. The rounded tip of his anxiously throbbing 
phallic extension jammed itself against the narrow pucker of the lovely 
woman. As he firmly gripped Marilyn, he began wiggling his hips from side ot 
side and began burrowing his throbbing penile point into the fiery crinkle. 
Marilyn's tiny ass-hole was much tighter than that of Roseann. 

Realizing she was about to experience pain, Marilyn tried hard to pull 
herself away from him. Alfonso had her where she was all but helpless now, 
and he intended taking full advantage of the situation. He Viciously shoved 
his hips solidly forward. As far as Marilyn was concerned, it felt as if the 
man was trying to ram a watermelon up her rear end, her back opening was so 
very tiny. In her mind it resembled the hole in a cherry after the pit had 
been removed. She gasped once, tightening as he penetrated her sphincter. 
His throbbing phallus was so inflamed and swollen that tight as she was, the 
man felt nothing at all. There was no sensation whatsoever until he began 
shoving so that the corona had pierced her narrow tunnel. 

The electrical charges bursting through his vibrant cock were so rapturous 
that he wanted to take his time and enjoy what he was doing to her. He 
wanted to savor the feeling as ripples of wonderful ecstasy began powering 
through his loins, pulsating uncontrollably throughout his entire body. Now 
the beautiful Marilyn, who had been struggling, started screaming as he 
fucked his thick cock harder and harder into her. 

"GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... ITTTT ... HUUURRRTTTSSS!" she gasped, wiggling her 
buttocks as ice seemed to run up her spine. 

Alfonso said nothing but shoved his cock into her rectum a little deeper, 
then deeper still, until it filled her rear tunnel as it had filled her 
vagina when she had been riding on top of him earlier. She scrunched her 
eyes tightly shut, and she began panting heavily, allowing her body to relax 
and slowly adjust to the thickness penetrating her. Little by little her 
rectum began opening up, and the pain she had felt slowly faded. Her 
anguished groans turned to pleasurable moans, and she began gurgling with 
ecstasy, letting both, Alfonso and Roseann, know how much she was enjoying 
what was happening to her. 

The orgasm she had felt elude her before was starting to build all over 
again. This time it was mounting in her rectum, but the feelers of sensation 
spread to her vagina as well, and then she came. 

"AAAIIIYYYAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHH-AAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHH!"A
she screamed. 

So intense was her accelerating climax that her hands flailed the air and 
her nails clawed at Roseann nearby. She yanked at the lovely redhead until 
she was on the bed with them, ass-backwards. Marilyn drew Roseann's hips 
closer and closer to her. The room was spinning, totally out of control. She 
lusted wantonly in her aroused passion and she wanted to transfer some of 
the sensation she was feeling to this woman who was one of her best friends. 

"ROSEANNNNNNN!" she gasped. 

She wailed it out happily as the beautiful redhead positioned herself on her 
hands and knees directly in front of Marilyn. Through a blurred and 
rapturous shifting of mists, the panting Marilyn was staring at the 
beckoning globes of her friend's ass as it waved in front of her face like a 
red flag before a bull. She saw some of Alfonso's penile oil dripping from 
her friend's ass-hole, a little pucker that should have been brown, but that 
was presently red because of the penile ravagement it had received. 

Hungrily, anxiously, the beautiful brown-haired woman drove her own tongue 
into that same tiny opening that had accommodated the length of Alfonso's 
penis only a short while before. Immediately Marilyn was aware of the 
swelling thickness and the deeper penetration of that same cock as it 
continued plunging into her own backside. 

Another orgasm exploded inside her. Passion charged through her as she 
rolled her eyes. Stiffening her tongue, forming a little scoop with it, she 
drove it straight forward, letting it twirl into the heatedly slippery 
channel of the beautiful Roseann's ass. 

Alfonso was cognizant of everything taking place, and realized he was 
getting everything he paid for. He forcefully continued to violently thrust 
his hard cock back and forth, moving it in and out of the lovely woman's 
tight rectum, watching Marilyn's reaction the entire time. In the same 
tempo, Marilyn's tongue was thrusting in and out of Roseann's ass-hole. This 
was almost exactly the way he had wanted everything to take place. It was as 
if his cock was pushing into Marilyn's rectum, reaching through her body, 
out her open mouth, and into Roseann's ass-hole. It was as if he were 
fucking two ass-holes at the same time. 

The churning, rumbling rise of his sperm was very slow, and as a result it 
was almost agonizing. He began increasing the driving tempo of his violent 
thrusts as wild sensations crept into the hard staff of his probing cock. 
The peak of his violent climax was sudden, and it was so overpowering that 
it seemed to suck at his cock from within, pulling him farther forward than 
ever. He dug his toes into the top of the bed and drove his thrusting 
phallic lance all the way into the tightly quivering channel of the smaller 
woman. With Marilyn's rounded white ass-cheeks rubbing against his hairy 
thighs, he began spurting, spurting, spurting into the gripping clamp of 
her. 

"HHHAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAANN-GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUU-WWWAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!"a
he bellowed as the force of his orgasm and the rapture resulting therefrom 
drove him forward that much harder. As a result, Marilyn was driven forward, 
and she, in turn, drove Roseann forward. 

The three of them panted and quaked and shuddered as one overpowering 
sensation after another seemingly swept through them, starting from 
Alfonso's balls, charging through Marilyn's rectum, and moving the entire 
length of her body to burst into Roseann's rear tunnel. Then they fell 
forward. like dominoes they toppled, one after the other, and they collapsed 
face down on the bed. 

They lay that way for a long, long time, and then Alfonso pulled his flaccid 
organ from the tightness of the lovely woman's ass-hole, allowing Marilyn to 
roll away from Roseann's buttocks. Now all three of them slept for about 
fifteen minutes, and then, little by little their energy began returning to 
them. 

This time Alfonso stacked Marilyn on top of Roseann so the two faced one 
another like lovers, and he proceeded to lick his tongue through their cunts 
until they came again. After that, Marilyn sucked him to completion while 
Roseann engulfed his balls. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The two men who walked into the cocktail lounge at the Holloway Motor Inn 
were from California. They had been to a sales convention in Milwaukee, and 
now that the convention was over, they were driving back to California, 
using a roundabout route which was taking them through the southern towns 
and villages of Minnesota. This included Holloway. 

The moment they saw Eileen and Pearl sitting at the bar, they knew why the 
women were there. 

What was a novelty in Minnesota was not only prevalent, but actually rampant 
in California. It was easy for them to spot the part-time hooker from the 
full-time girl. Almost all part-timers were housewives looking to pick up 
extra bread, and the men knew that more often than not, the housewives were 
better when it came to laying than the full-time prostitute. Since the 
housewife only did it part-time, she wanted to please her client in every 
way possible. Full-timers, making a career out of sex, did their best to get 
the John out of the way as rapidly as possible so they'd be able to go on to 
the next one. 

The Hawke brothers knew their women, all right. Both had similar tastes and 
preferences, though they looked so unalike, it was difficult to pinpoint 
them as brothers. Marvin was of medium height, with jet-black hair, a 
boyishly handsome face in spite of his being in his mid-thirties, and he 
wore glasses. Dave, on the other hand, was six-feet-three inches tall, with 
a shaved head, a large nose, and a rugged shape. Both men wore black 
overcoats, and under their overcoats they had on blue suits. 

The two of them walked over to the bar and struck up conversations with 
Eileen and Pearl. It was Pearl and Marvin who walked away first, but only 
after Shelly had assured them he had gotten them adjoining rooms. The motel 
had very few adjoining rooms, but every now and again when someone willing 
to pay for it came, the door between the adjoining rooms was opened so that 
the man had the feeling he had a sitting room as well as a bedroom. 

Dave Hawke sat with Eileen for awhile, buying two more rounds of drinks, 
then felt it was time for them to go upstairs. Eileen got the key from 
Shelly and the two of them put on their coats and began walking toward the 
outside door. 

"I like the feeling a good martini gives me before indulging," she said to 
Dave as they stepped outside. 

It was a sunny winter's day, not nearly as cold or as clammy as it had been 
the previous Wednesday. 

"There are a lot of things I like before indulging, as you put it," he 
laughed, "but I have a feeling too much of a good thing like a martini would 
only louse me up. I want to enjoy you, and you alone, honey." , She smiled 
her appreciation at his compliment as the two of them headed for the room. 
When they got there, she smiled and nodded at the room next door, letting 
him know that's where his brother was with Pearl. 

"My brother ought to be pretty far along with your friend," he said to 
Eileen. "I for one am getting more than a little anxious and impatient to 
know you better." He was aware she was looking at the bulge in his pants as 
he took off his coat once they were inside the motel room and he had shut 
and locked the door. 

"I'm just as anxious to know you," Eileen assured him. 

She felt tiny flutters of pulsing excitement building under the tight crotch 
band of her panties as the man took her coat and tossed it, along with his 
own, on the one chair in the room. He had purposely kept the lights off, and 
had drawn the curtains before walking to the adjoining door and opening it. 
Inside, the room was equally dim, and Eileen heard the grunts and groans of 
Marvin Hawke as he made love to Pearl. 

Then she felt Dave's arms wrap themselves tightly around her and the man 
tugged her very firmly against his own body. His mouth merged feverishly 
with hers, kissing her hard. His tongue was probing wetly into her 
tantalizing mouth, and Eileen realized once again how much she was enjoying 
all this as she sucked gently on his lingual organ. Her body melted into his 
in the dimness, feeling the jerk of his erect penis as it rubbed against her 
crotch. He was very stiff, as were the nipples on her breasts. In fact, her 
breasts themselves seemed to solidify all the more and thrust themselves 
firmly in the man's chest. 

Dave slid his hungry lips away from her lovely mouth and across the skin of 
her delightful cheek. He was aflame with lust as he anxiously breathed into 
her ear, "OH BABY, I WANT TO FUCK YOU, I REALLY DO!" 

The sound of the word she had never even thought to utter a few weeks 
earlier was now delightfully arousing to her, and Eileen boldly reached down 
between their bodies and with her fingers stroked his rigid phallus, feeling 
wickedly naughty, enjoying it all that much more, knowing how much the man 
wanted her. She heard the sound of him sucking in his breath, and this made 
her feel a magical tingle between her own thighs. 

"Let's strip!" he whispered to her. 

The two of them undressed silently but rapidly. Eileen smiled at the thought 
of him acting so anxious. Her own husband had never been this anxious for 
her. She was going to relish today's session, all right. She was really 
going to enjoy it. 

Dave held his hands out to her in the dimness of the room and she came to 
him, enjoying the way he cupped and touched the fullness of her wobbling 
breasts. Instead of bringing her toward the bed in the room, he lugged her 
into the next room. She thought he might want to fuck on the bed next to 
theirs, but no, he was leading her toward the huge bed on which Pearl lay 
with Marvin Hawke. He used her tiny extended little nipples like erect 
little handles to guide her. 

As she came closer to the bed, she was able to make out the figures on it. 
She was also able to hear wet sucking sounds, and she realized Pearl was 
sucking Marvin's penis. She knew Dave would expect her to do the same thing 
for him. Since both men had paid in advance, she found herself unable, in 
good faith, to refuse the man. 

Slowly the two of them lowered themselves together to the bed. Dave's hand 
was constantly kneading the ripe fullness of her swollen breast ceaselessly 
as she felt the cool tufts of the coverlet coming into contact with her 
nakedly warm flesh as she stretched out full on it. 

Dave's wetly anxious lips began nibbling on the naked flesh of her shoulder 
as she listened to the sounds of the couple beside her. His mouth gradually 
moved toward her nipples, and he bit into them one at a time. Eileen moaned 
softly in the darkness at the sudden sensation and moved her hand between 
them, gripping his solid cock. She heard him groan with delight as she began 
lightly pumping it up and down. He was big, really big! He was even bigger 
than the man who had called himself Tint. 

"I'm so hot for you," Dave told her, "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't 
walk straight, honey. You've got a body that doesn't quit!" 

Eileen smiled to herself as she felt continued sensations of want building 
higher and higher in her shuddering belly. She wondered if the other couple 
on the bed were paying attention to Dave and herself. Not that she really 
cared. 

"Ohhhh, Aaggghhh ... DAVE!" she gasped, gyrating her full, rounded hips into 
the mattress. "I'm aching to feel you fuck me half-senseless." 

She felt an inner satisfaction when she realized the couple next to them had 
stopped their activity for the moment. Then Pearl was pleading, "DON'T STOP, 
MARV! KEEP LICKING ME!" 

While she and Dave had been holding one another, Marv and Pearl had changed 
positions and he was the one doing the licking. Well, at least she wasn't 
the only so-called depraved one around. Now she knew Pearl indulged in all 
the fun things she had only recently really come to enjoy. 

Eileen lost momentary control of her thoughts as Dave's wet tongue began 
trailing though the narrow valley between her upstanding breasts. The tongue 
moved lower, lower, lower, and his hard penis slipped from his grasping 
fingers as he descended even lower. 

Eileen was aware of the bald-headed man pressing her thighs wide apart. She 
offered no resistance as his fingers spread her soft, hair-fringed labia. 
She gasped with joyful stimulation as he touched her clitoris. His tongue 
suddenly leaped from his mouth as its tip teasingly pressed very heatedly 
against the tiny, straining bud, making it throb and harden. Beneath the 
pressure of Dave's searing tongue she was aware of his thumbs continuing to 
pull apart the softness of her pubic curls, spreading her vaginal opening 
wide, and very suddenly his tongue dropped down from her vibrating clitoris, 
thrusting deep into the pink, wet flesh of her dribbling pussy. 

Eileen jerked and moaned from the suddenness of the wet contact, and 
reaching down, discovering once again he had no hair, she had to grab his 
ears and pull his face all the more solidly into her loins. His tongue 
lashed in heated little circles inside her, the tip flicking carelessly 
against the wetly sensitive walls like the sharply curling end of an animal 
trainer's whip. 

"HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" she moaned under his heatedly lapping oral plunges. "GOOD 
... HUNNNHHH ... REALLY GOOD!" 

The tongue was thrilling her and she began bucking her body up and down. 
Having learned what it was like to experience orgasm so strongly, she found 
herself impatient for it, and she jackknifed her knees firmly against her 
solid breasts, opening her pulsing vaginal lips as wide as she was able. 
Dave wasted no time in letting his tongue slide between the cheeks of her 
buttocks where he began licking her anus, probing against the little narrow 
opening until she relaxed it just enough for him to plunge his tongue 
inside. 

"OHHHH MYYYYY GODDDD-DUHHHHHH!" Eileen gasped. "YOU'RE ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... 
DRIVING ME CRAZY!" 

Moistening the tip of his index finger, wetting them in the flowing juices 
of her vagina, he pressed the fingertip against the puckered little brown 
crinkle in place of his tongue, which once again licked across her perineum 
and into the swampy depths of her sodden cunt. He nibbled teasingly again at 
her throbbing clitoris, shoving forward unexpectedly with his finger, 
sinking it up to the first knuckle in her suddenly cringing anus. She 
grunted under his digital attack on her anal orifice, but he ignored the 
sounds she made and thrust the finger in to the second knuckle. 

"AAAUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she grunted. 

She lay perfectly still, holding her breath, her lips drawn back tightly 
over her teeth in a grimace of lust as he held his finger where he had it 
partially embedded in her rectum. All the while he continued licking and 
sucking her passion-drenched vagina all the more earnestly. Then, after what 
seemed like an eternity, she felt the discomfort stretching her rear 
passageway fade into the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her by lapping 
her tasty pussy. Eileen began bouncing her buttocks up and down on the bed, 
skewering her rear end all the harder on his finger as she rotated her 
buttocks around and around and around. 

"OHHH . . .HHHUUUNNNHHHHH ... SUCK MEEEEEE ... LICK MY PUSSSYYYY ... SCREW 
YOUR FINGER DEEPER IN MY ASSSSSS ... HARDERRRR ... HARDERRRR ... HARDERRRRRR 
... NOWWWWW ... UUUNNNGGGHHH..." 

Dave was a slavering demon driven mad by her ranting, gasping cries. He was 
aware of the way her belly began lifting and falling all the more quickly. 
Her head started flailing from side to side as he flicked his tongue into 
her cunt all the faster. Meanwhile, he crammed his finger with ever greater 
severity into her constantly expanding anus. 

Her thighs pressed all the more tightly against the sides of his head, the 
muscles flexing spasmodically in time to the way his punishing tongue drove 
into her. Her full breasts heaved and danced wildly on her chest, and her 
fingers continued pulling insanely on his large ears. Then Eileen arched her 
back up high from the bed, the tendons in her neck stretched as taut as 
steel cables. A guttural sound began building in the depths of her 
shudderingly belly and then became a scream as it rose into her throat. 

"HHHAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHH 
AAAGGGHHH!" 

Eileen felt as if the flesh of her body was exploding while the burning oil 
from her climax gushed out from deep inside her shuddering cunt, surging out 
around his still-slithering tongue against his rhythmically bobbing face. 
She felt the oils welling into the crevice between her squirming buttocks, 
running over the finger solidly embedded inside, then down onto the coverlet 
below. Heaving one last great gasp, she collapsed back onto the mattress, 
dropping her legs like heavy, lifeless weights on either side of Dave's 
body. For Eileen, the world seemed to have come to an eruptive, cataclysmic 
conclusion as she lay totally immobile for the moment, arms and legs splayed 
wide apart, mouth hanging slack, feeling like a useless rag doll pinned 
under the man whose face lay pillowed between her thighs in the wet softness 
of the pelvic hair. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

As her senses slowly returned, it occurred to Eileen that Dave would 
probably want her to orally satisfy him. It seemed like such a small thing 
to do in exchange for the wildly delicious feelings he had given her, but 
she didn't want the man to have to ask her to suck his cock. After all, he 
was paying for this, and he had a right to expect her to do things without 
having to be told. True, there were times when a man wanted to take the 
initiative, as Dave had done, but there were other times when it was up to 
her to make the right moves. So she did. 

She uncradled the bald head now resting on her soft white underbelly and 
whispered to the man as he brought his body up beside her own, the burning 
thickness of the fleshy cock making contact with her soft thigh. 

"Now I'm going to do the same thing for you," she said, breathing into his 
ear, causing his erect phallus to jerk against her flesh very excitedly. 

"You're all right, lady," Dave whispered back, agitated with passion. 

She began by slowly running her tongue down the hollows of his pulsing neck. 
She kissed his chest, and her teeth nipped at the small, masculine nipples 
through the hairy jungle covering his chest. She had discovered that in 
prostituting herself, she had discovered all the passions that had been 
stored inside her for so long. Suddenly she had become an eagerly willing 
student of the male body, ready and willing to learn and do whatever was 
necessary to make a man happy, for in making a man happy, she also made 
herself happy. It was insanity, but it was true. 

With her right hand she reached down and grasped the hardened phallus, 
holding the organ out from his belly, at the same time moving with one long, 
sliding motion of her tongue down his body and without pausing. She was 
aware of the wetness of his odorless seminal oil oozing from the crown of 
his cock. She parted her softly wet lips and slipped the thick, spongy head 
between the whiteness of her teeth, letting it bathe in the hot, wet saliva 
in her mouth. 

Her hands dropped to the base of the hugely erected penis and she cupped his 
soft, smooth testicles gently with one of them, lightly grazing her nails 
tantalizingly over the hairy, wrinkled flesh. 

"OHHHH ... GODDDUHHH ... YOU'RE MOUTH FEELS LIKE MELTED BUTTER AROUND MY 
COCK!" Dave gasped. 

Eileen felt the spongy stiffness rubbing against the softness of her palate 
as he began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips into her beautiful face. 

The lovely white-haired woman felt her initial doubts about being able to 
totally please any man slowly fading away. They had started dissolving when 
she had been with Tint. But now, with this strange giant of a man she found 
herself totally devoid of fear. Desire fired once again in the depths of her 
body as the very lasciviousness and humility of having her mouth used this 
way by a total stranger's penis charged her with violent want. Hot flashes 
were shooting through her wet pussy, and she knew she was aroused all over 
again as her husband had never been able to make her feel. 

She began sucking like a leech, swishing her tongue violently around and 
around the throbbing head that continued sliding in and out of her tightly 
pulling mouth. Her lips were pushing right down to the base of the organ, 
then lifting up to the corona, pursing around the rubbery tip, sucking, 
pulling, licking, compressing. She was aware from his continually mounting 
excitement and the incoherent way he was groaning that he was getting close 
to his own satisfaction. Soon he would be spewing his white seminal fluid 
into the tightness of her sucking mouth until the oils ran from the corners 
of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that would be 
matched only by a thrilling orgasm of her own. 

It was at this time that Marvin Hawke realized his brother and the other 
woman had joined them on the bed. He'd been aware of their initial entrance, 
and he had wanted to see what his brother was doing, but Pearl, the woman he 
was with, had his face clamped tightly between her thighs and hadn't wanted 
to let him up for air. The screams of the woman had so entranced him, he had 
not been able to give his full attention to Pearl's pussy, as he had done 
earlier. He felt himself losing his sense of power over this woman to whom 
he had paid so much money. It was one thing to pay a whore, but it was 
something else again to know he had total and complete domination over her 
with his working mouth. He had been kneading the large globes of Pearl's ass 
as he continued pulling the rotating loins of her lower body against his 
face, but when he heard his brother crying out for her to continue sucking 
his cock, he became diverted all over again. 

"Damn it all!" Pearl gasped. "Either keep on sucking or let me go to work on 
you. I can't stand this half-hearted oral attention." 

She once again tugged Marvin's face between her thighs. He pushed his mouth 
into her tight pussy and began to suck diligently to keep the lovely lady 
from complaining. In spite of the fact that he was paying her, he fancied 
himself a ladies' man, and had always bragged to his brother that he was 
more capable than Dave of satisfying a woman. Now Dave was in the same room 
with him, and he had to prove it. He heard the rustling of naked bodies 
against the counterpane to remind him he and Pearl were definitely not 
alone. The moist sound of lips smacking against flesh told him just what it 
was Eileen was doing with Dave, and he envied his brother. This woman had 
only sucked his cock for a few minutes before they had changed places. 

He groaned and pushed his face as tight as possible into the burningly 
heated wetness of the delightfully tasty woman whose cunt he was sucking. He 
tried to drive from his mind the thought that his brother lay on the bed 
beside him, having that monumental tool of his orally lashed by the woman 
next to him. 

It had been Dave's idea for them to discover which of them was really the 
better lover. Each had always been bragging of his or her conquests, and 
once they had tried to settle the argument by each fucking the same girl on 
a different day. The girl had been unable to make a decision, and so they 
decided they each had to see one another in action to decide for themselves 
which was better. Fighting to ignore the succession of bland, almost inhuman 
sounds coming from Eileen's mouth, his tongue continued lashing out 
hungrily, as if seeking to devour Pearl's gyrating flesh with his mouth. He 
sucked to thrill her, pulling so hard with his lips he was astounded she 
felt no pain. He sucked to forget that the woman who lay next to him was 
also sucking ... sucking his brother's cock because his brother had already 
brought her to her own satisfaction while he had been dallying, taking his 
time with Pearl while listening to the other couple. 

"THATTA GIRL! YEAH! SUCK! JUST KEEP DOING THAT! DON'T STOP, HONEY, DON'T 
STOP! KEEP THAT LOVELY MOUTH OF YOURS WORKING!" Dave was crying out, and the 
sound of his brother's voice made his ears burn with the need to fuck as his 
cock stiffened all the harder. 

Then, very suddenly, he no longer thought in terms of his brother. Dave was 
a man, just like himself, and he was with a wanton woman, much as he was 
with a lovely little hoyden. Pearl, the woman whose cunt he was sucking, was 
groaning with as much delight as his brother, attesting to the fact that he 
was capable of pleasing just about any female. 

He was aware of his hot, hard cock stiffening and swelling and aching even 
more as it continued rubbing against the cover beneath, and his testicles, 
swollen beyond credibility, were swelling larger than the contracting sac 
containing them. Small droplets of colorless lubricity began oozing from the 
tip of his heavily pulsing shaft. He heard her murmuring in obscene delight, 
the words coming from her mouth in broken, slurred sounds mixed with animal 
like passion, and he knew he had this woman as aroused as was humanly 
possible. 

"GGGHHH AAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHH ... 
HHHAAANNGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGG- 

HHH!" she gagged, an unearthly squealing sound that seemed as if he were 
choking her, killing her, when in point of fact he was bringing her to the 
high point of her orgasm. He felt the springs of the bed beneath actually 
groaning and creaking under the wild thrashing of the bodies on top. Marv 
listened for her gasping breath, and then thrilled to the way it trailed off 
to an almost pitiful cry of helpless whimpering as she moaned out her 
completion through tortured lips. Pearl felt the last of the climax wrung 
from her, and her body dropped back down limply onto the mattress. 

This didn't deter Marvin. He continued sucking and drinking the ooze 
slithering from her vagina, the intense excitement building to an unbearable 
pitch in the depths of his furiously aching penis. The sounds of the gasping 
woman, mingled with the wildly debauching sounds coming from the other 
couple caused the semen in his testicles to come to a fast boil. 

There was silence for a long, long moment, broken now only by the heavy, 
spent breathing coming from the other couple. Eileen, it seemed, had stopped 
to rest. Marvin listened intently to see what other acts the two might 
perform. His own sucking of Pearl's vagina had become so automatic, he 
didn't associate it with anything sexy as he did what the other couple had 
been doing. 

Pearl was out of breath and lacked any strength for the moment. Until she 
regained her stamina, she was useless. Marvin wanted nothing more than to 
fuck at the moment, and if his own woman was incapacitated, well, his 
brother's woman seemed aroused. Hell! He'd like to fuck the white-haired 
woman completely senseless just to see if he was capable of bringing the 
same abandoned response from her his brother had done earlier. 

Marvin had no idea why he had this desire to possess his brother's trollop. 
Perhaps it was simply a case of "the grass being greener in his brother's 
yard," though he knew the woman he was with was just as desirable and 
arousing as the one known as Eileen. 

Hell! With Pearl temporarily out of action, and with his brother panting for 
breath, asking Eileen to wait awhile before continuing, possibly afraid of 
climaxing too quickly, he decided he was going to play with the other woman 
and draw from her the same responses his brother had been able to draw. It 
was a simple matter of pride with Marvin Hawke. He had to prove to Dave once 
and for all that he, as the older and more experienced brother, was the 
better lover. Though Dave had made Eileen climax once already, and he had 
made Pearl pinnacle, it was now time to prove his superiority by making his 
brother's woman attain orgasm again, while his brother waited for the over 
excitement in his balls to calm down. 

In his determination, he sank his teeth into the tender pink softness of 
Pearl's still-leaking vagina, biting her almost cruelly. He was all set to 
let go of Pearl and move to Eileen when he became aware she had returned to 
orally pleasing his brother. As if to compensate, he rammed a thick middle 
finger into the tired twat of the lovely woman he had just brought to her 
satisfaction. When he heard his brother praising the sucking mouth on the 
woman again, he groaned into Pearl's wetly twitching vagina. 

Little by little his eyes had become accustomed to the dimness in the room 
and he was able to see the others now that he lifted his face from the taut 
pussy of the beautiful woman who lay exhaustedly beneath him. What he saw 
was enough to drive him mad. 

Marvin watched the lewd spectacle before him as if totally hypnotized by it. 
The white-haired woman's softly puckered lips were sliding smoothly up and 
down the upright rod of throbbing flesh, clasping it tightly inside a rich 
pink oval-led, sucking ring of flesh. He was astounded to see the way she 
was pulling the full length of his brother's humongous phallus into her 
mouth. It was obvious the huge head was pushing into her gullet. He heard 
her hum each time she pushed her head down the last three inches. There was 
always a pause just before she did so, to allow her gullet to accustom 
itself to the breadth it was taking in. He all but heard the swish of her 
tongue as it rubbed against the underside of the throbbing penis, flexing 
rhythmically as she dribbled all over the massive pike of flesh. 

Her lips were locked so tightly round the throbbing penis that it looked as 
if her mouth was a tiny, hairless vagina. She was incredible! Granted, when 
Pearl had sucked his cock earlier, she, too, had sucked delightfully, but 
his eyes hadn't been accustomed to the darkness at that point, and as a 
result he hadn't been able to fully appreciate her sucking abilities because 
he hadn't really been able to see her. 

Eileen's one hand was grasping the thick base of Dave's upstanding phallic 
wand, her fingers resting in the heavy coils of black hair while her other 
hand was cradling the tender softness of the man's monumental testicles. She 
was rolling them together between her fingers. 

"No more ... no more for the moment," Pearl was begging. "I can't take 
anymore. Let me rest for just a minute, and then I'll do anything and 
everything you want me to do." 

"Yeah, you rest," Marvin said to the whacked-out, brown-haired woman who was 
panting with exhaustion. 

He pulled away from the beautiful lady who lay beneath him and began moving 
slowly toward the white-haired woman. His stiffly jerking cock had been 
incited to even greater hardness by the sight of the lovely woman hunched on 
all fours over the monumentally huge, fleshy rod of his brother as the 
latter thrust his prick into her face. He just had to fuck this one, as 
well. In return, he'd let his brother get a piece of his own floozie. 

He was off Pearl's body now, and she lay there panting, suddenly cold 
because his body heat had been pressing down on her loins. Pearl, suddenly 
aware of his absence, called out, "Stay, stay! I'll be fine in a moment, I 
promise! You'll see!" 

"Don't you worry, honey, I'll be back for more of you," he told the lovely 
round woman as he scrambled up on his knees behind the slightly swaying 
moons of Eileen's up-thrust ass-cheeks. He ran his hands over the smoothness 
of her white flesh, his lust-filmed eyes entranced by the sight of the tiny 
little brown pucker that was her ass-hole. He wondered if this woman had 
ever taken it in the ass. Well, hell! Most whores did at one time or 
another. But then he knew, just as his brother knew, that she wasn't a 
full-time whore, and so it was possible she had never been ass-fucked. Then 
his eyes dropped to the rich, pink wetness of the fleshy cuntal slit below. 

The throbbing of his cock was driving him wild beyond endurance. He gripped 
it in his hand and finally decided that for the moment he would go for the 
woman's cunt. He would fuck the hole his brother had sucked. He pressed the 
knobby head against the soft, light brown pelvic hair, separating the 
pinkness. Then, with his thumbs, he pried the rounded shapes of her full 
buttocks apart, thus pulling the wet flanges guarding the entrance to her 
pussy away. The impatiently pulsing head of his throbbing penis was now 
pushing against her rich vaginal furrow. 

He felt her jerk slightly from the suddenly abrupt contact of his throbbing 
cock-head with her openly exposed vaginal labia. The idea of ramming his 
cock into her cunt from behind while she continued sucking off his brother 
gave Marvin a crazy kind of satisfaction. He noticed his brother wasn't 
complaining in the least about what he was doing. Somehow he didn't think 
Dave would complain. He was certain his kid brother knew they'd be able to 
share Pearl as well. 

Eileen was aware of the penis about to enter her no from behind, and now she 
would have something really thrilling to tell the other girls. She had not 
let up with her penile sucking of the bald-headed man's cock for a single 
instant, and with no preparation she still knew her vagina was soaking wet 
as she became more and more intensely aroused. 

Marv took a deep breath and thrust forward into her, slamming as solidly as 
possible. The hot, wet flesh of her inner womanhood slipped right over the 
knob of his throbbing penis as he drove into the kneeling woman's pussy like 
a ramrod. His throbbing cock pushed the soft, wet walls of her taut pussy in 
waves before it. There was no stopping the massive organ until his thighs 
slapped against the roundly firm cheeks of her buttocks. He was aware of the 
soft, white cheeks flattening out beneath him as he exerted more and more 
pressure on her backside. 

A low moan came from her cock-crammed lips, and Eileen squirmed about, 
thrilled to feel the massive pike still rummaging that much more deeply into 
her. Marvin was filled with lust and felt no mercy whatsoever for her 
flame-seared tunnel. He convulsively reached forward, clasping his hands 
tightly around Eileen's narrow waist, and then he began stroking into her, 
with long, wet-sounding thrusts. Each stroke seemed to sink his cock a 
little deeper into the tightness of her cunt. 

Eileen whimpered with delight at the feeling of the man's thick prong poking 
into her. She shuddered, delighted and thrilled by all that was happening to 
her. 

Dave unconsciously began matching the tempo of his brother, bouncing his 
body on the mattress and slamming his cock into Eileen's mouth with the same 
beat his brother used in fucking her vagina. This woman really knew how to 
suck! 

Eileen enjoyed the sensation of her body being skewered delightfully between 
them, and she was aware of her vagina juices flowing all the more heavily 
now, washing the entire length of the throbbing penis buried inside her. The 
driving phalluses turned her into a totally insatiable animal with a 
greater-than-ever need for cock. She sucked all the more strongly, and 
pulled with her lips, tugging the hard organ deeper and deeper into her 
gullet. At the same time her cunt bounced back and forth along the shaft 
pistoning its way inside her, and this built the thrills even higher. 

Pearl was rapidly recovering from her own climax. She lifted her head for a 
moment and watched the licentious trio on the bed beside her. Now that her 
lethargy had passed, heat began rapidly building up inside her again. Just 
watching the three of them was driving her out of her mind. She had to 
participate. 

With a low moan, she crawled over to where Dave lay, and straddled the man's 
face with her cunt. She wanted to see if he was as talented with his tongue 
as his brother had been. She gasped as she felt the baldheaded man's tongue 
thrust upward, circling, then licking her own clitoris. Gasping, she leaned 
forward and dropped her cheek beside that of Eileen, who was still sucking. 
She displaced Eileen's hands from around Dave's balls, and began fondling 
the testicles while Eileen continued bobbing her head up and down on the 
thrusting pike. Then she moved her face around that of Eileen, and used her 
tongue to lick the man's testicles. 

Eileen continued her hungrily voracious sucking, her lips lightly touching 
Pearl's lovely face because the latter was now in the process of sucking one 
of the huge, egg-shaped testicles into her mouth. Both women sensed Dave was 
getting close to his satisfaction now, his hips moving around and around, 
bucking up and down as he seemed to strive to jam his swelling stiffness all 
the way down one gullet, while enjoying the pressure of the other woman's 
slurping tongue. His wildly thrashing movements jogged the heads of both 
women, almost making them bump temples. 

Then it started. 

Great torrents of overpowering heat were building up in the man's aching 
testicles as he stared at the mouths of the two delightful women working on 
his genitals. They sucked, slurped, and nibbled at his fiery organs again 
and again. The muscles in his belly began snapping and flexing until he 
thought they would rupture from the overpowering pressure being put on them. 
He arched his back and drove straight up from the mattress, sinking his 
penis even further into the tight constriction of Eileen's gullet. Each time 
he pulled back, the thin, pink ridge of her mouth pulled out, still greedily 
clinging to his rapidly thrusting phallic lance. 

Both of his balls were now solidly encased in 

Pearl's wide-open mouth, and this excited him almost as much as Eileen's 
sucking. He wondered if the two women were having difficulty breathing, 
knowing the thickness of his cock and the heaviness of his balls were 
filling their mouths to capacity. Nevertheless, Pearl's tongue continued 
darting in and out, tickling and teasing, licking and lapping, teasing the 
tantalizingly tender ovals and never once stopping. 

Dave moaned over and over and over again, the sound trapped inside the 
narrow confines of Pearl's delectably tasty pussy. The flames in his balls 
seemed unbearably hot. At last he was gasping wetly into her nakedly 
churning vagina, feeling her labia locked around his mouth as the real 
moment-the moment for which he had been waiting, had finally arrived. 

"GGGHHHUUURRRNNNGGGHHH 
AAA-UUUWWWAAARRRGGGLLLAAAMMMP-HHHAAAWWWAAAUUUGGGHHHUUU-NNNHHH!" he bellowed 
as he felt the initial surges of white, sticky sperm raging through his 
penis. He began thrashing uncontrollably from side to side, moving like a 
demented animal as the dam of his desire burst. He involuntarily jerked his 
penis from the tightly sucking mouth of the beautiful silver-haired woman 
and before she was able to re-insert it, the penis began spewing its white 
froth into her face. Thick, heavy spurts of white cream shot from him in 
silvery sticky jets, and the liquid splashed all over her lovely face, 
covering her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, and her beautiful 
chin. Some of it splashed onto Pearl's cheek as well. 

A new orgasm was starting to build in Pearl. She hadn't thought it possible 
for her to climax so quickly, but this was precisely what was happening. The 
orgasm was building, building, building, and she grappled at the bald-headed 
man's thighs and dug her fingers into his ass-cheeks. She was competing with 
Eileen for Dave's semen, the two of them licking up the fluid as fast as 
they were able to find it. Eileen had her tongue running through the man's 
hairy pelvis, while Pearl continued licking around and over his testicles, 
slurping up all the oily whiteness. 

Her second orgasm within a quarter of an hour washed over Pearl, and she 
lifted her head and screeched, " 
AAAIIIYYYEEEAAAGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAARRR-GGGHHHUUUGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH-EEEv
AAAGGGHHH!" 

The raging flood of her own juices began pouring out all over Dave's cheeks 
as her pussy seemingly winked at him again and again while continuing to 
spurt at him. He drank as much of her flood as possible while Pearl, seeing 
the whitish substance all over Eileen's face, began licking her friend's 
cheeks and forehead, cleaning everything away. 

Eileen, in turn, saw the white streaks of sperm on one of Pearl's cheeks, 
and she returned the compliment, licking away as if the fluid she was 
drinking was the elixir of life. 

Now Eileen felt her own climax beginning to mount. 

"UNH . . .UNH . . .UNH . . .UNH..." she began gasping over and over, 
thrilled beyond belief with each deepening stroke of Marvin Hawke's driving 
penis. She loved the way it vibrantly ground into her body as her buttocks 
churned uncontrollably, signaling her own thrillingly climactic upheaval as 
eruptions began in the quivering depths of her trembling belly. 

Reaching back, she grabbed at the heavily dangling balls of the man behind 
her each time his huge, steam-drilling phallus continued fucking into her 
fuming pussy. She was so aroused she wished she was able to stuff the man's 
testicles up there, as well. Eileen felt this was as close to heaven as she 
was going to ever get. 

Her rosy flushed face now lay on Dave's belly, his limp cock rolling 
uselessly beneath her lips as the man flung her forward with every solidly 
violent lunge into the center of her wildly gyrating vagina. She groaned and 
attempted to slam her body back even farther as she felt her climax finally 
overpowering her. 

"YESSSSSS ... HHHHHAAAANNNNGGG-GGHHHH ... OHHHHH ... MORRRRRE ... DRIVE IT 
INTO MEEEE ... YYYYAAA-NNNNGGGGHHHH ... CUMMMMIIIINNN-NNGGGG ... NOWWWWWW 
... AAAA-HHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHUUUUNNN-NNGGGGHHHHH!" 

She lifted her behind even higher and slammed it solidly back into the man's 
mercilessly slamming loins. This position opened her wildly churning pussy, 
enabling him to drive even more deeply into the beautiful white-haired 
woman. Her head was whirling in total mindless sensuality as she felt the 
weight of his penis flexing and suddenly growing larger and larger inside 
her ravaged vaginal passageway as he built up to an earth shattering 
release. 

"OHHHHHH ... 
YYYYEEEEAAAANNN-GGGGHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNNN-GGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAAA-UUUUWWWWAAANNNGGGGHHHH!"i
he bellowed as he felt the hot load of his seminal fluid at last erupt from 
the depths of his testicles into the tightness of her widely stretched womb, 
mixing salaciously with the lewdly flooding juices of her own climaxing. 

Burning surges of fiery fluid, spurting with the power of a fire hose surged 
deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with its warm and sticky 
substance. The heatedly wet walls of her taut pussy continued violently 
clamping desperately around the thrusting penis, milking it repeatedly. 

"YEAHHHH ... YYYYEAHHHH ... YYYYEEEAAAHHHH..." Marvin Hawke continually 
repeated again and again as he plunged murderously into the tightness of her 
greedily clutching vagina. It was as if he desired to wreak holy havoc 
inside her by battering her womb with his cock again and again.- 

Abruptly, all his inhuman strength and drive left him, oozing out of him 
with the last drop of his sperm. Unable to move, he hung in the air above 
her back, feeling her vagina suck him again and again, and he wondered if he 
would be able to pull his penis free of her. That was when he toppled over 
sideways on the bed, exhausted, lying beside his brother, equally exhausted. 

Pearl smiled at Eileen, who smiled back at her. 

"Next round in fifteen minutes," she said to the two men. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Once again the four women met in the car in the parking lot. This week, it 
was Eileen's turn to do the driving. For awhile they just sat there, smiling 
at one another. 

"You know," Pearl was saying, "coming here only one day a week is 
ridiculous. Do you realize the money we'd be able to earn if we showed up 
here two or three days a week? I don't know about you girls, but the very 
fact that we do have menstrual periods that will cut into our Wednesday 
activity is reason enough for me to want to get some action on other days as 
well." 

"What about our husbands?" Marilyn asked. 

"Who do you think is going to tell them?" Pearl asked. "There's just about 
no one from Camden in Holloway, and certainly none of them come to the 
Holloway Motor Inn. Even if they did come, they'd never recognize us with 
all the makeup we put on." 

"Pearl is right," Roseann chimed in. "You know, we only go around once. 
Monday and Friday are fine for doing the washing and the cleaning. Tuesday, 
Wednesday, and Thursday should be moneymaking days for us. If we don't earn 
it now, we never will. To keep it on the up-and-up so Internal Revenue 
doesn't eventually know why we aren't reporting additional income, we can go 
to a friend of mine who is an accountant who can file small, separate tax 
returns for us. This way, even if someone does report us to the IRS, we'll 
have our tax forms to prove we paid taxes on the money we earned. No one 
will ever know just how much it is we earn, so we'll be able to lie like 
hell. But Internal Revenue won't complain. Simply by reporting that we're 
earning an income we'll be paying more taxes than they would receive if we 
didn't report at all." 

"The big question is, can we be certain our husbands will never find out?" 
Marilyn asked. 

"The only certainty in this world is death," Pearl snapped. "We can even 
avoid taxes now and again, but not death. So the big question is, do we stop 
doing this because we're worried about what our husbands might think, or do 
we continue?" 

"And if they find out?" Marilyn asked. 

"If they find out they'll either have to put up with it or they can divorce 
us," Pearl snapped. "Hell! We can earn more money in a week than they can. 
Why should we be made to suffer on the pittance they continually pay us? Why 
should we be forced to accept whatever sex they're willing to give us?" 

"You realize you're advocating out-and-out adultery," Marilyn said. 

"Damn right," Pearl nodded. "There's nothing wrong with a little healthy 
adultery. I don't know about the rest of you, but it's made a much happier 
woman out of me." 

"Me, too," Eileen nodded. 

"And me," Roseann agreed. 

The three of them looked at Marilyn, who smiled and finally said, "I suppose 
you girls are right. After all, we are adults. Who has a better right to 
commit adultery." 

"Fine," Pearl nodded. "We stick together. We tell our husbands nothing, and 
if one of them finds out about one of us, there's no need for the rest of us 
to admit anything. But we have to agree that we're not going to knuckle 
under to the men any longer. It isn't just a question of the extra money, 
which, by itself, would be reason enough. The honest truth is, none of us 
really gets her decent share of loving. So from now on, we look after 
ourselves. We aren't neglecting our children, nor will we neglect our homes. 
But this way we won't be bored, we won't learn to hate each coming day, and 
our time will be occupied with something profitable, useful, and definitely 
enjoyable." 

"Hear, hear!" Eileen echoed. 

"It's one for all and all for one," Roseann said. 

"That it is," Marilyn agreed as Eileen started the car. "That it definitely 
is!" 


THE END
