The Salesmans's Wife
by Toni Scott
(MLP-124)



INTRODUCTION 

Here is a lyrical story of defilement and humiliation, a romance of the 
first order from one of our most prolific authors! 

The scene is the suburbs, the everyday world of the door-to-door salesman 
and the women he meets. The salesman and his young wife have recently 
married, and, like many new couples, they face some of the difficulties of 
having partially mistaken a physical attraction for love. 

For the new husband in this story, the problems revolve around his 
raven-haired wife's reluctance to enjoy what usually comes natural. For the 
new bride, it's a conflict between two differing sets of values, between the 
tempting passions of her husband's world and the old set of mores which 
she's known since childhood. Into this tension-packed relationship comes a 
business executive from M.L.A., the husband's company, and he develops a 
mysterious pull on the young blonde bride. These are the basics of this 
intriguing and revealing romance of the suburbs. 

With no further delay we invite you to enjoy as we did John Wilson's The 
Salesman's Wife. 

THE PUBLISHERS 


CHAPTER ONE 

Margo Blaster sat comfy as a kitten, legs curled under, file-sanding as 
quick as possible, each one of her nails taking on a perfect smooth curve. 
She came to her last, delicate slender finger and tossed off a couple of 
quick strokes and added just one more, the way an artist might put a last 
dab of paint on an otherwise complete canvas. She put her file down on the 
flat arm of the sofa, along with her polish and cuticle-scissors, and looked 
around the drab, under-furnished living room. The thought crept into her 
mind that the place was about as appealing as a litter box, but she put that 
idea aside in favor of: 

You make trades in this world, Margo, and living with Dick is one of those 
trades ... How would you rather have it? A ritzy place on top of the world 
with some no-good-nick? Lots of money and a sports car and a guy with no 
pzazz? You could have gone that route but you didn't ... So leave it alone 
already ... make the best of it as you can... 

She stood up from the sofa and pulled her silky green housecoat closed 
around her voluptuous young nakedness. She looked down at her toes, bowing 
slightly, and asked herself if her toe nails really needed doing too. She 
decided against it and made her way into the kitchen. 

 ... And this room is another rat-hole, she found herself thinking as she 
poured a second cup of coffee. The linoleum was coming up in large peels 
over by the ironing closet, and the backdoor had a warp in it that made 
entering or leaving the place a definite pain. It's not forever, Margo ... 
just leave it be... 

In the bedroom she sat on the edge of the sagging mattress, and the rusty, 
squeaking springs cried back at her. "Ugh," she groaned aloud, "I don't 
believe it ... I've got to get out of here...! " 

In a jiffy she had the housecoat off and was rushing nakedly into the 
bathroom, her large, well-rounded breasts rising and falling in a gentle, 
easy bounce as she landed in front of the mirror. "Maybe," she whispered at 
the lovely blonde in the glass across from her as she began applying her 
lipstick, "you'll go to the Marina, and meet yourself a handsome Sea Captain 
who will take you away from all this landlubber hypocrisy, out to the wild 
islands of the South Seas, there to-" She slipped with her lipstick and had 
to start over. She went quickly about the task, not bothering with 
distracting, unnerving commentary. 

She put makeup on her cheeks, a smooth patting of powder to mat everything 
down, eye liner and shadow, hint of black silhouette on the lids and lashes, 
and then a neat, blue-silver glitter, something to accent the sharpness of 
her lake-blue, almond-shaped eyes. "Mmmmm," she sighed pulling her lovely 
blonde hair back and away so as to be able to see more clearly. Her face was 
just about ready. She smoothed out the line of make-up at her neck so that 
there would be no awkward "tan" line. 

She'd shaved her long shapely legs the night before. Just to make sure, she 
lifted one foot and rested it on the lid of the toilet. She smoothed the 
skin of her shin, calf and knee, up to the thigh with two hands, spreading a 
light coating of cream softener with her palms as she went. She rubbed the 
oily stuff into her leg until it disappeared leaving even her full thigh 
softly coated and luxuriously silky. Then she did the other leg. By the time 
she finished the cream had disappeared entirely in the soft skin of her 
supple thighs and calves. 

In the bedroom she dressed quickly with a pair of sheer black panties, 
pulling the silky under drawers up over her scissor-sharp legs until they 
covered her soft, dark-sandy pubis and firm, plush buttocks. She put on a 
black, see-through brassiere, one which cupped her creamy white breasts but 
did not entirely obscure their full nakedness. 

She picked out a poplin blouse made of a light sheer-green color, one that 
buttoned in front with a fly-away collar, and she added to that a navy blue 
skirt. At the last minute, she put on flesh-colored stockings and a pair of 
cranberry heels. She knew by the glow in her cheeks as she stroked a comb 
once through her silky blonde hair that she was ready to get out of the 
house. 

She had closed the locked door and was slipping into her overcoat when the 
phone began ringing. She debated leaving it go, but since the ringing was 
persistent, she decided to answer. She got the phone on the tenth ring, with 
the living room door open, her coat half-way on, her purse open on the 
coffee table, keys still loosely jingling in the handle of the door. 

"Hello, Mrs. Blaster?" came the strange, pebbly voice on the other end of 
the line. Margo still wasn't used to people calling her Mrs., so it took her 
a moment to collect herself and reply. "Yes, this is Margo. Who's this?" She 
changed hands with the phone, having grabbed it left-handed in her hurry to 
catch it, and missed the reply. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't catch that. 
Who is it?" 

"My name is Elmer Stag," said the unpleasantly deep voice at the other end 
of the line, "and I think we should meet." There was a long pause and Margo 
hardly knew what to say. "Are you still there Mrs. Blaster? I think we 
should meet. Soon." 

"Hey," said Margo, losing patience with the intruder, "I don't even know 
you! What's this all about?! " 

"Never mind that. Just listen to me. I have information about your husband." 

"Say, what do you mean you have information? What kind of information?" 

"Now, now, Mrs. Blaster. There's no reason to get panicky. And don't try 
playing games, either. My sources are reliable. I know all about Dick and 
his, ah, previous life." 

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about," Margo suddenly frantically 
appealed to the stranger, "but I don't like the idea of your calling me up 
this way and accusing my husband-" 

"-Maybe he didn't tell you," interrupted the stranger. "Maybe you'd like to 
know yourself. About where he's been and what he's done? Wouldn't you like 
to know about your husband's real past? I know if it were my wife, I'd sure 
like to know if she had a prison record..." 

"A what?" Margo hesitated. "Did you say prison record?" 

"Mmmmm, that's right, Mrs. Blaster. Two years." 

Again she paused. 

"Mrs. Blaster? Are you there?" 

"Where do you want to meet me?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Dick Blaster eyed the address sheet and then looked up to the front of the 
house, just to make sure the numbers on the porch matched the numbers on his 
route-list. Yeah, this is the dump, he thought to himself as he stood 
alongside his beat up Pontiac, addressing himself in the reflection of the 
car window on the passenger side. You go in there, Dick, and you sell them 
one of these units, or you quit all together, buddy ... It's your last 
chance ... He straightened his tie and fixed the collar. You go in there and 
sell this broad whatever you can ... however you need to do it ... just sell 
... sell ... sell ... and remember ... you need the money ... you and Margo 
need the dough, pal ... Oh, yeah, Margo ... An image of his voluptuous wife 
popped into his brain, and he quickly replayed the previous night's sex 
activity. He saw himself climbing up onto her long, naked frame, her breasts 
bouncing and swollen in his face, her nipples tensed and strawberry colored, 
her face all smiles, clean white teeth, her cheeks blazing ... and he 
reached down and pressed his finger against. ... .. the doorbell! 

"Hullo, Mrs. Garner," he said, quickly checking the print-out sheet. "I'm 
Dick Blaster, your M.L.A. representative." As he spoke, making the little 
speech that introduced the kitchen unit and himself, his quick eyes 
inspected the housewife, Mrs. Garner, and he filled himself in on a number 
of things: she was, for one, younger than the file sheet had indicated; she 
must have been about twenty-three if that; she had long, dark hair, and she 
was wearing a cotton white blouse and a plain, short skirt, no stockings and 
no shoes. He wondered what she'd been doing. Then looked for the "yes" nod, 
the go-ahead: it always came after the line in the speech: "And like a lot 
of young housewives, you've probably got your hands full, what with taking 
care of the house and the kids, so the last thing you need to do is worry 
about potato peeling and carrots and all that. Am I right?" He waited. She 
smiled. Would she nod? "Mrs. Garner?" 

"I'm just looking at you," mused the young, raven-haired house-wife, smiling 
slightly. "You look so familiar ... Haven't I seen you someplace before?" 

"I don't think so," said Dick Blaster, shaking his head slightly. "About my 
Vegi-Peel Tool Unit, Ma'am. Would you be interested in taking a look?" Where 
was that damn nod? Hell, doesn't she know I'm trying to earn a living, that 
that's why I'm standin' here trying to look pretty. . . ? Does she think I 
smile at everyone this way?" 

"Oh, of course I'd like to see it! I'm sorry," she said, "come right in. I'm 
sorry, it's just that you look so familiar..." 

He could smell something sweet and aromatic on this young woman as he made 
his way past her into the living room. He heard the door shut behind him, 
and then he heard something he wasn't sure of and he swung around. She was 
pulling the latch shut and ... locked! This looks like it's going to be 
good, better than even a sale! 

She looked up at him. "I always keep the door locked," she said, beginning 
to stammer out a reason, an apology and an explanation. 

"I understand," said Dick Blaster, loosening his coat, "you mind if I take 
this jacket off? The demonstration requires it, really." 

"Oh, certainly," said the young housewife, her face flaming red now, her 
nostrils sucking for breath. 

If only I'd realized, he said in his mind, i" should have known from when 
she was using that line about don ll look familiar? Damn it, I'm getting 
slow ... Marriage must be keeping me down more than I thought. . . 

He unfolded the Vegi-Peel crate on the sofa. It looked like a big spice 
rack, only it held various kinds of kitchen equipment instead of spices. 
There was one gadget for potatoes, another for carrots, a third and fourth 
for onions and turnips, another for mashing. This last he liked to 
demonstrate, for it gave him a kind of a thrill to picture this or that 
former customer under the sharp, silver wedges of the slicing device, and 
every hefty slug on a bread board through a good, crisp vegetable gave a bit 
of relief! At the bottom of the demo kit, neatly arranged with a chord and 
plug, were the battery charger and electric quick-fit handle. 

As he pulled the tool off the mount and began to attach one of the automatic 
heads, Mrs. Garner leaned forward, her blouse loosely hanging away from her 
full smooth breasts underneath. He stared uninhibitedly at the nakedly 
hanging breasts, eyeballing especially the pinkly distended nipples. He 
clicked the machine in his hands into place. 

Staring at the long handled electric tool, Mrs. Garner asked, "Is that thing 
part of the demonstration?" Then, she came around and sat down next to him 
on the sofa. 

"It certainly is," he said, his eyes inspecting the neat lines of her jaw 
and the silky cascade of her raven-colored hair as it touched her shoulders. 
Her arm brushed against his. "This is a very useful tool," he said softly. 

"I know. I can tell," said the young housewife, her hand behind Dick, on the 
back of the sofa now as she listened intensely to him. She felt something 
welling up inside her, something strong and powerful. It had been a long 
week, a week of lovelessness, for her husband was out on the road, having 
left her alone in the house, alone with her chores ... and with her ... 
desires! She felt herself melting as the salesman slowly but surely listed 
the various attributes of the machine that he wanted to sell her. She 
couldn't hear a word of it. She kept looking from the machine to the man's 
eyes, and to his strong arms as he demonstrated the peeler and the various 
electric speeds. She wondered if he could read her mind. Her inner thoughts 
were liberatingly hot. She knew this because she felt chills cropping up 
across her ample thighs. 

She'd been in the bedroom when he rang the bell, and she was just about to 
pull down her panties for a handsome little rubbing between her legs. And 
now ... presto! Here he was, a dream come true, sitting there alongside her 
and talking about this and that and kitchen utensils! She wondered how she 
would get to him ... how she would tell him what she really wanted to hear 
about! 

"You know," she began by sitting upright and pressing her knee against his, 
accidentally on purpose pushing her right breast into his shoulder. "Oh, I'm 
sorry. Excuse me." She actually conjured up an honest to goodness red-hot 
blush! 

"I understand," said Dick Blaster, his intelligent eyes registering her real 
unmentioned needs. He could see she didn't want to hear any more about the 
kitchen tool. He took a big chance, pressed forward, his mouth hitting hers 
in a mesh of thick moist lips, his tongue darting fish-like into her throat, 
snaking her with a quiet French tongue. It was just a moment before he 
realized that this was the "tool" that this woman wanted, needed and would 
accept! 

She was one of those big, soft-breasted young women with nipples that tensed 
just from thinking about sex, let alone from when a man actually undid the 
buttons on her little white blouse the way Blaster was just then doing! 

"Let me get to that breast there," he whispered pantingly, pulling her 
blouse undone and taking one of her squeezeable, creamy breasts in his 
fingers and supporting it in front of his lusting eyes. He popped the nipple 
into his mouth and started sucking at the pink tip, rolling it between his 
lip and his tongue and then sinking his teeth lightly into it so as to make 
Mrs. Garner moan pathetically for release. 

"Ooooh, God!" she hissed. "Forgive me ... I don't know what I'm doing ... 
It's been so long ... my husband, he's away and ... Oh ... oh ... oh..." 

Blaster squeezed her breast, making the pliant flesh go rippling and sliding 
between his fingers while his tongue twirled around and around on the 
nipple, each little lick sending the ardent love-starved housewife into 
feverish tizzy. He watched goose flesh fly up her breast and tingle at her 
hot blushing neck. She was getting more and more aroused every second! It 
was better than he'd ever imagined such a moment could be, especially the 
way she was panting and begging him ... first to stop ... and then ... for 
more! 

"Get me here!" she panted exposing her other breast, presenting it nipple 
first and begging him to give the aroused protuberant tip a hearty wet kiss. 
"Suck it some there!" He teased the little cap and hot pink nipple with his 
thumb and forefinger, and then he wetted it with his outstretched tongue. He 
took this opportunity to go kissing between her breasts as well, pressing 
the cleaving breasts around his freshly-shaven jaw until he slid down to her 
naked white belly and arrived at the waistband of her skirt. 

"You got to get this thing out of the way," he said, and she stood up in 
front of him and nervously, agitatedly pulled down the zipper and let the 
skirt float down her shapely legs to the floor where it circled her slender 
white ankles. She stood nakedly before him, save for her panties which 
covered all but a few of her black pubic hairs, hairs which stuck out from 
the lower edges of her panties and were silhouetted in the comely white 
thigh flesh of her loins. 

Her breasts were full and large, hanging above him like ripe fruit ready to 
be picked and squeezed. Her supple belly was smooth and taut. For an instant 
she stood towering above him, her hands on her curvaceous hips, her thick 
moist lips carrying a slightly lecherous grin. She'd calmed down with the 
knowledge that she was finally going to have what her bodily desires told 
her she desperately needed. "Well?! " 

He stood up. "Sorry. Give me a minute," he said, realizing now that she was 
the one waiting for him! 

"Let me help," she moaned passionately, falling to her knees at his feet and 
reaching up with her slender white fingers. She quickly undid his belt 
buckle and pulled open the metal snap and zipper. One hand floated 
gracefully under the folds of his drawers, palming the bulge in his 
underwear which was his hardening prick. 

"Oh, God!" she panted, "This is it! That is what I want!" She clutched at 
his cock and tried to get her other hand into his underwear while pulling 
his trousers down off of his hips. "Look Ma!" she excitedly gasped as she 
cleared his cock of the elastic band of the underwear. "No hands!" In one 
quick motion she slipped the head of his now uncaged throbbing prick into 
the hot sanctuary of her wet mouth. So sudden was this first taking of his 
stiffness that Dick Blaster was shocked! 

"I'll be damned!" he muttered, looking down and watching the young housewife 
as her thick wet lips puckered and clasped at the spongy helmet of his 
solidly throbbing cock. "It's beautiful! UTTERLY BEAUTIFUL!" 

"Mmmmmm, you're telling me," she hummed, extracting the glistening 
saliva-coated tip from between her lips, lightly fisting it at the base and 
waving it back and forth so that just the cap skimmed along against her 
lips. "Oh, yeah," she cooed, her hot breath and the vibrations of her 
mellifluous voice yet another powerful erotic stimulant for his heartily 
throbbing cock flesh. 

"Let me feel your balls, too! ... Do you mind? I think sometimes I miss that 
the most! ... A good pair of hard balls in my hand to rub ... and to caress 
... Mmmmm ... yes! ... GOOD!" She'd taken his scrotal sack into her fingers 
and began palming his lust-geared testicles, lightly pulling and squeezing, 
her feathery touch sending a shock-wave into his turgid prick. He couldn't 
believe his eyes, the way she was pressing her lips around his thick, 
mushroom prick, stretching out her tongue around the expanded, rubbery rim 
and sliding down the length of the shaft to take on the base like a friendly 
sucker. It was everything he ever dreamed possible from his door-to-door 
work ... and more! 

Now she had his cock in her mouth, and she was trying to swallow as much of 
it as possible. She was trying to get that big meaty red prick of his all 
the way down her throat! It was as if she wasn't going to be satisfied until 
she was swallowing up his testicles! 

Her hands were never idle. One cupped his scrotum and lightly squeezed his 
testicles with exactly the right amount of pressure, working the 
sperm-producing orbs until they ached, until they felt like they were going 
to explode ... and her other hand was around behind him, softly squeezing 
his muscular buttocks! It was hard for him not to go pumping forward, 
heartily jamming his cock into her mouth so hard that he would plug her 
throat! It was as if there was nothing that stood between his prick and 
full-penetration of this woman's mouth! He could hardly believe how sultry a 
bitch she was, the way she was licking and sucking voraciously all over his 
thickened column! It was the best he could ever remember getting ... from a 
sales call, that is! Her husband must have been away for years! 

The salesman rotated his hips as he fucked in and out of her tightly ovaled 
mouth and felt a dizzying rush of heated blood throbbing through his cock. 
The woman's wet pointed tongue was tracing his thickened cock-head while the 
tantalizing suction of her mouth almost forced him to cum instantaneously, 
as wave after wave of salacious lust rippled through his thrusting groin. He 
threw his head back and let out an animal-like grunt, one which rattled the 
window panes on the front of the house. 

"Oh, God, yes!" she suddenly moaned around his throbbing cock shaft, tugging 
on his hips and indicating to him that she needed something in return. He 
climbed down on the floor with her, careful to let her keep hold of his wet, 
pulsating cock with her light little fist as he moved, and he ended up with 
his head between her long soft thighs, his face close up against the sweetly 
swelled pucker of her labial lips. Her scent was delightful-he could have 
followed it around the room for a year or two without getting bored or 
feeling left out. The shape of her cunt was something else, too! The thing 
was angled downwards just right, and the lips had just the right little 
twist in them, too. He knew his tongue would go into that hot moist space 
just right! 

Almost hypnotically, he reached around her naked, curvaceous hips and, using 
both hands to hold her rounded ass-cheeks, he forced the tingling lips of 
her warm wet pussy against his own fleshy mouth lips. Immediately, he began 
fucking his tongue in and out of her hotly nibbling little hole, harder and 
faster, deeper and stronger, shoving his stiffened wedge in and out of her 
quivering cuntal vee. He felt a deep satisfaction when he located her 
distended clitoris with his nose and was rewarded with a wailing moan from 
her rounded lips as she sucked with an undeniable hunger. Spasmodically, she 
jerked her cuntal slit up against his face with forceful thrusts as he began 
a steady licking back and forth across her hotly throbbing vagina, 
rhythmically rubbing his nose across her sensitive clitoris in an effort to 
give her total pleasure. 

"Uuuuhhh, yes," she cried out softly around the thickness of his prick, 
gasping for more breath so that she could go down on it once again, wrapping 
her thick moist lips, clamping her hot wet mouth to the bulge of his 
blue-veined cock, taking the pulsating shaft of hot ready-to-burst flesh 
into her mouth as far as it would go, until the spongy wet cap pressed 
sluggishly, like wet rubber, into the socket of her throat. Her lips folded 
down, past the half-way point of his cock, clutching as best they could 
against the slipperiness of his saliva-wetted prick, and her one hand went 
playing with his lust-hardened testicles, rolling the scrotal sack while 
simultaneously squeezing the egg-shaped contents. "Mmmmmm," she hummed on 
the hearty stiffness of his throbbing cock, murmuring and licking it 
intermittently. 

She wailed softly with unintelligible little moans as the velvety sensations 
inundated her widespread vaginal slit. She punched her hot little pussy up 
against his face in an attempt to keep his rigid tongue from escaping her. 
She had to increase the pressure and satisfy her love-starved body before 
she went out of her head with total ecstasy! She wanted his torturous 
licking to go on and on, never departing her desperately quivering cuntal 
flesh. 

Dick gasped in obscene pleasure as the woman's warm wet tongue circled the 
thick rubbery crown of his pulsating mushroom-shaped cock-head, occasionally 
probing at the tiny slit in the center of the red bulbous tip. He groaned in 
lewd delight at the warm contact and at the same time, speared his own 
tongue deep inside of her widely gaping pussy. The feel of his long hard 
cock buried inside her ovaled lips caused him to shiver with heated lust as 
her soft velvety lips drew along the ridge at the base of his pulsating 
penis. He felt them tighten like a stretched rubber band and completely trap 
his cock in her warm wet mouth while she teased the sensitive underside with 
her outstretched tongue. 

The young housewife knew she was mumbling like an idiot but she couldn't 
stop it. It seemed as if her mind had departed her physical body and 
couldn't be held responsible for her actions. She had never experienced such 
intense sexual excitement before in her entire life, and she instinctively 
knew that it had to be the combination of: the stranger-man licking her 
pussy and the sucking she was doing on his virilely hardened penis. The 
entire thing left her weak with lewd desire as she ministered to his thick 
shaft of bulging pulsing cock. For some reason, she wanted to give this 
salesman the kind of satisfaction that her husband never demanded of her. 
Perhaps it was that he was a stranger, this Dick Blaster, and that no matter 
what happened, the young woman could reliably figure she'd never see this 
man again. Whatever the reason, she lovingly encircled his pulsating 
blood-engorged cock with her tongue, tickling and teasing at the tender, 
sensitized flesh while rhythmically sucking all in an effort to draw up the 
boiling sperm from his lust-churning testicles. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh," Dick cried softly into the wet muff which he'd been 
licking and sucking with such furious delight, "that's the way, Mrs. Garner! 
Keep sucking it! Oh, yeah, suck it for me!" He eased his mouth away from the 
bittersweet juices of the housewife's clean wet cunt and momentarily gasped 
for breath as the intensity of her lasciviously working lips weakened his 
hold on her undulating ass-cheeks. Slowly but surely he was giving way and 
submitting to the great and glorious feel her licking tongue and sucking 
lips were giving to his hot throbbing cock. 

He began to give way to the lewd delight which was caused by the young 
wife's voracious sucking mouth, by the succulent moistness of her warm wet 
vagina grinding against his face. He felt such an intense desire that the 
softly heated circle of her mouth made his stiff, pulsing prick expand to an 
ever greater hardness. He was writhing like a worm while he fucked his 
tongue all the way up into the wetly gaping pussy flesh covering his face 
with moistness ... and a musky-sweet scent. 

The woman was beginning to work like a hungry puppy, like a love-starved 
animal, happily licking at the only source of succor she'd ever known! It 
was too much to believe! 

She was nearly swallowing his entire cock down into her throat! It was as if 
she couldn't get enough of it! And she was gulping on it, too, as if she 
wanted to take him into her face and swallow all of him-not just his cock, 
but his balls and then his belly and his torso ... and ... all of him! . 

As for Mrs. Garner, she continued to writhe and lurch beneath the rapturous 
licking tongue of the salesman until she was no longer conscious of her 
movements as the raw nerves down there between her legs changed into a fiery 
shower of heated ecstasy. She was moaning continuously now as his rigid 
throbbing shaft plunged in and out between her ovaled lips. 

"Uhhhhh," groaned Dick Blaster as she trapped his bloated cock inside her 
saliva-heated mouth. He was a helpless slave to her pleasurable suckings as 
he felt her lips tighten around the swollen coronal ridge and begin a 
twisting motion from side to side while holding the painfully engorged stem 
with her small massaging fingers. She twisted one way with her fingers while 
rotating her lips the other and used her teeth to rub across the sensitive 
cock-head. He felt tiny rivulets of impatient sperm speeding from the 
spasming slit of his cock-tip and he wanted to cum, but not this time. Not 
before she climaxed in his mouth! He was going to show her that he was just 
as much a man as any she'd ever had, and besides, this would make up for the 
coolness which Margo had been showing him in bed since the beginning of 
their marriage. He was going to make this woman, this stranger-housewife, 
moan and groan with lascivious delight to replace the lack of pleasure he 
was getting from his own woman ... and then he was going to fill her mouth 
with his load of cum! 

Young Mrs. Garner felt his naked body vibrating with the strength of his 
lust, and she instinctively sensed that her mouth was bringing him closer 
and closer to orgasm. She concentrated on the vibrant sensations flooding 
her vaginal flesh as he plunged his rigid tongue in and out of her 
ecstatically quivering pussy, but she could not get over the sense of power 
she felt by licking and sucking his cock until it expanded in her face like 
a long, hot hard balloon, about to burst, on the verge of expanding once and 
for all! 

The salesman groaned with animal-like passion as he felt the housewife 
trying to swallow his entire, lust-heated prick, all the way down to her 
stomach. He felt her soft palm begin anew to caress his lust-bloated 
testicles and her outstretched middle finger was teasing the anal opening 
between his buttocks. His climax wasn't far off, and he had to do something 
to increase her lust, force her to cum first! 

Without further hesitation, he boldly slid his middle finger into the heated 
wet crevice between the jiggling cheeks of the housewife's outstretched ass. 
He probed up and down the back street alley, working his finger along the 
hot narrow groove while continuing to work his tongue in and out of her red, 
swelled and puckered labia. It was as juicy a pie as he could ever remember 
socking his tongue into, and the thrill of her luscious, divine lips spread 
out like a cracked pomegranate gave him an extra hot charge, the kind of 
racy inspiration he needed just then in order to keep pumping his hot wet 
prick into her face! 

His finger went delicately sliding up and down the narrow alley formed at 
the juncture of her wet jiggling buttocks. He didn't press against the anal 
hole itself, though he was tempted to go jabbing his finger right on up into 
the tight elastic fissure, pressing into her rectum, but he restrained 
himself, thinking that perhaps it would be better to concentrate on licking 
her furious little clit and on sucking off her hot, tender labia. So he 
continued to work his digit up and down the narrow wet crack of her ass, 
every now and then tenderly teasing and testing the sphincter while 
simultaneously eating her cunt into a raw wet heat! 

Mrs. Garner replied to this new, accentuating stiffness between her buttocks 
and to the wet rubbing tongue grinding at her clit and between her cuntal 
lips with an anxious moan and happy, little squeal, her hips going sliding 
back and forth, so as to heartily press her wet hair-lined vagina up tight 
against the salesman's hungry mouth. 

"Oh, suck it," she moaned aloud, "suck it good, Dick ... suck my little clit 
... Mmmmm, God, I can't take it.. ! Oh ... oh ... oh ... ! " She rolled her 
curvaceous naked hips up against his face, the creamy flat white of her 
lower pelvis smooth against his chin while her trim stomach undulated 
rhythmically on his chest. "Oh ... fuck ... fuck ... ! " she panted aloud, 
her little painful whispers of lusty passion echoing around his hotly 
swelled cockhead. "I can't believe it, Dick ... Oh, I just can't believe it! 
OH! OH!" 

The more she yelled her little impassioned wails like this, the more that 
Dick enjoyed rubbing his face into her hot black pubic mound, pressing his 
nose and his tongue into the soft pubic wool that grew dense around her 
cuntal lips. Her unexpected lust incited him to shove his tongue all the way 
up into the hot buttery channel of her pussy, pressing into her and using 
his tongue like a prick. He stretched the clinging softness wider and wider, 
at the same time sucking it, working the warm wet flesh of her quivering 
inner pussy up inside his saliva filled mouth. He soon felt her beginning to 
relax and accept more and more of his hotly laving tongue, and almost 
immediately he heard the lewd moans of ecstasy escaping her cock-filled 
throat as he started thrusting with faster and faster tongue-strokes. Also, 
he was using his long middle finger to go sliding up and down the narrow 
groove between the cheeks of her ass. He was careful not to go plowing into 
the anal trap itself, but instead worked the surface tissue between the 
woman's buttocks, slowly but surely heating her up in that area, too. 

Soon they'd established a wet, sucking rhythm, his rigid tongue setting the 
cadence inside her tightly clasping vaginal sheath, his virile cock ramming 
in and out at a matched pace in her moistly sucking mouth. Wanting her to 
cum, the salesman began nibbling at her hot, sensitive clitoris as he 
gurgled in anxious desire to climax himself, too! 

Now she was moaning like a woman possessed, as she felt his pleasure-giving 
mouth nibbling at her throbbing cuntal flesh, while her rear slot was 
adjusting to the tantalizing tickling he was working with his finger in the 
top of the groove. She began to feel an obscene desire to be fucked by this 
stranger, to be fucked mercilessly by him for the rest of her life! A never 
ending rhapsody of sexual delight taken with a man she only knew for five 
minutes before-it was too much to believe, but she loved thinking it! Spasm 
after spasm of uncontrollable lust brought her closer to the point of no 
return as he wiggled his pointed tongue deep inside her throbbing vagina, 
while his teeth nibbled at her sensitive clitoris. Hungrily, she sucked at 
his rigid flesh and his hotly pulsating penis fucked back and forth through 
her rounded lips. She began twisting out of control, moaning in wanton 
delight under the double ravishment of her innermost pockets of flesh, one 
phallic penis pressing in her mouth, one phallic tongue gyrating in her 
cuntal sheath, and she knew that she was going to explode under the 
salesman's ministrations-it was only a matter of time! She felt her wetly 
flowering pussy gaping, swallowing the entire length of his stiffened tongue 
as he pistoned it in and out of her quivering bloated cuntal lips. 

The wetly slushing sounds of her saliva-filled mouth sucking at his strong, 
hard cock was in itself enough to make him want to release control of his 
churning, semen boiling testicles. But Dick forced himself to keep control 
as he rammed his wildly lurching penis deep inside of her ovaled lips, 
lunging harder and deeper, pressing the soft, spongy cap into the socket of 
her throat, her warm breath and wet lips caressing him entirely. 

Suddenly, Mrs. Garner felt the salesman's strokes increasing, hot and deep 
inside her pulsating pussy, and she knew she was just about there ... about 
to reach the apex of her physical passions. As the salesman sucked at her 
tingling cuntal slit, she was about to cum. His tongue kept rippling like a 
wet red penis in and out of her hotly throbbing hole. 

"Ooooh ... uuuummmm ... God!" she cried out in a combination of 
lust-inspired agony-ecstasy. She felt his hands gripping her naked wet 
ass-cheeks and holding her violently shivering vaginal slit against his 
thrusting tongue, in a hold that forced her entire pussy flesh inside his 
obscenely widened lips. 

Her gurgling moans were a continuous chant as her face twisted in wild 
passion, and she felt her climax coming closer. She was a blazing volcano as 
her frantically pulsing vagina trembled against his stiffly heated tongue. 
Oh, God, she could hardly believe it . . .To think that only a few minutes 
before I was alone in the bedroom dreaming of this ... and now to have the 
real thing, his tongue making it all possible ... he's got my hot little 
clit in his lips ... oh, suck it man ... suck it and make me so hot that 
I'll never get over it ... never ... suck it ... yes ... oh ... Her bleating 
took on the love-starved tones of her own real voice: "Oh, God, suck, yes! 
YES! YES!" 

And then she was all the way there: "EEEEIIIIEEEE! AAARRRRGGGHHH ... I ... 
cum ... cum ... cum ... cum..." She gurgled and writhed in salacious 
abandonment, lewdly spiraling her pussy up shamelessly to get more and more 
of the long pointed tongue with which to finish herself off. The final 
licking, she felt, was just as important as the one that got her there. She 
needed that last little extra tongue-fucking to-assure her that her cuntal 
flesh was loved exactly right. . . 

Just as her body began to slow, she felt Dick increase his thrusts and 
plunge his meaty cock deep inside her clasping lips. Her throat tightened 
around his sensitive cock-head, and her tongue pressured against his 
throbbing shaft as her mind became a veritable blur of ecstatic 
satisfaction. 

"Oh, fuck ... shit!" stammered the salesman, consumed for a precious moment 
by the closeness of release. He jerked his head backward, removing his 
tongue from her climaxing pussy. "Aaaaggghhh! Damn it! Suck it! Suck it 
harder ... suck my fucking cock harder, honey ... I'm gonna give you ... 
Ohhhh, here we go...! " 

Suddenly, Mrs. Garner's eyes widened and bulged as she began sucking with a 
violent force, her lips frozen in a tight oval as she stared at his 
pistoning penis in panic. She tried to push away, to keep him from filling 
her mouth with his sticky semen. But, he only gripped her head with his 
muscular thighs, holding her face still while he buried his already erupting 
cock deep inside her throat. His boiling white cum continued to spew from 
his sperm-bloated testicles, and it rushed down the full length of his 
cock-shaft to burst forth from the tiny slit at the end of his rigid penis. 

She frantically began gasping in short pants as she felt his spewing jism 
filling her quickly swallowing throat and forcing her to bloat her cheeks 
before she could relax enough in order to start swallowing the warmly 
flowing life-giving liquid. Voraciously then, she sucked, and she started 
fighting to keep from choking on his fountaining prick. Seconds later, she 
realized that she was hungrily drinking his hot cum, taking every drop into 
her mouth and loving it, wanting more! 

The salesman's eyes closed in rapturous delight as the wildly stimulating 
sensations of her forceful tonguing jerked him almost double, and he tried 
to draw back from her ecstatic licking. He knew he had filled her mouth with 
great hot pools of swirling cum, for he felt it dripping obscenely from her 
chin, wetting his naked thighs. 

But she kept writhing against his straining, muscular body as she swallowed 
up the seeming endless fountain of creamy white sperm, her cheeks bulging 
out and hollowing in, as gushes of warm wet sperm filled her throat and 
sloshed down into her belly. Greedily now, she licked at his spasming length 
as if she couldn't get enough of his fresh, hot juices, and she was still 
mouthing his cock when it began wilting and became soft inside her mouth. 
Even after it pulled from her tightly rounded lips, she continued licking 
his softening flesh, cleaning every droplet from his tender hurting 
testicles, eliciting another groan of satisfied lust from his clenched lips: 
"Oh, Mrs. Garner," he whispered as his breathing slowed, "that was good ... 
that was really good..." 

"Me, too," she panted breathily, continuing to lap at his flaccid cock, 
kissing it with her lips and playing with the withering head of his satiated 
penis. Seconds later, though, an obscenely lewd groan came from her and she 
lowered her mouth once again and began swirling her tongue around his 
softened cock-head with a lustful motion that caused his lifeless cock to 
eagerly stir. 

"Oh, say, wait," he begged her softly, "I don't think..." He watched her 
ignoring his pleas that she slow down. He had to think about Margo. It might 
be the one night of the week when she'd be begging for it, and there he'd 
be, twice spent and unable to do anything but moan. He had to be careful 
about that. It was hard enough getting that blonde bomber to perform, let 
alone without canceling her out needlessly. "Listen," he pleaded with the 
young housewife who pulled back from his cock, "I think we can do this again 
sometime. Really, I mean it. I wouldn't just say that. We've had a swell 
morning here, and M.L.A. is gonna be pleased. You know what I mean?" 

"I want two of those Vegi-things," she said. "Put them on my credit card." 
She gave him the numbers and he watched her talking, her breasts nakedly 
shivering with hot and cold chills. "And tell them I want the salesman 
coming by my house every day with whatever else they have to sell! I'll buy 
everything! 

I'll buy the whole company!" 

He smiled and looked around the house. It was plain, really, very ordinary. 
"I wish I could sell it to you, kid." 

He dressed and stood at the front door trying to think of an appropriate way 
to say goodbye. "Listen, Mrs. Garner, I want to thank you for buying the 
peeler. I think it's an okay gismo, really, anyhow. Not just because I'm 
trying to make a living, and not just because you sucked me off either." 

"And I think you're an okay guy, Dick Blaster," said Mrs. Garner, "and not 
just because you ate me!" She leaned forward and planted her moist lips on 
his, her tongue darting into his mouth. She'd earlier excused herself to go 
to the John, and now he knew why. She tasted from toothpaste, not cum. When 
she pulled away she said softly, all naked and fresh in front of him, "You 
come back, you hear? Don't let that prudish wife of yours keep you home, 
Dick Blaster! You come back!" He smiled and rushed away from the porch. It 
was hard enough leaving without thinking about how nice it would be to be 
starting all over! 

"We're gonna do it again, you hear?" he heard her yelling after him as he 
started his car. "Don't you forget, Dick Blaster-we're gonna do it again!" 
He looked back in the rearview mirror and she was just standing on the porch 
wrapping herself in a robe of some sort. . .all of that lovely nakedness at 
home alone in the middle of suburbia, the husband away, her home alone and 
hot as hell, burning for it and ... and his old Pontiac swerved right around 
a corner leaving Mrs. Garner well out of sight. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Margo Blaster stepped lightly off the elevator on the twenty-second floor of 
the Century Plaza building. It was to this building, on this floor, 'that 
the secretive, gravelly voice of the stranger had directed her. She was told 
to be sure to be on time, two sharp, and in exchange for a little 
conversation, she was assured, the caller would give her some very vital 
information about her new, recent husband, Dick Blaster. 

She stood in front of the door marked 2211 and debated whether to turn 
around and go back. Things weren't that bad with Dick, she could make it if 
she wanted to. Why bother with this stranger's version of the truth? Who was 
he, anyhow, to call her up and threaten her this way? What hold did he have 
over her life, over Dick's? She started to turn away, but then something 
caught in her mind. Dick was making strange demands of her in bed, asking 
from her things that she didn't understand. He wanted her to use her mouth, 
to be aggressive, to act in a way that no good woman would act in front of 
her husband or any man. She wondered if the man behind door number 2211 knew 
something that might explain why Dick had suddenly become so ornery about 
sexual things. She decided to find out. 

She knocked lightly, and then, with no response, she pushed the door buzzer. 
There was the sound of shuffling papers and then the sure sound of feet 
approaching the door. It opened. Before her, clad in a smoking jacket and 
silk slippers, a soft smile on his thick wet lips, stood an aging man with 
silver-gray hair; he was balding slightly and the soft strands of hair were 
pulled back like arrows across the top of his shining scalp. His cheeks were 
red and moist, clown-colored, as if some kind of make-up accounted for them, 
as if they were always just a little too warm, and his eyes were watery orbs 
which floated in two soft sockets. They started at her, then stared, gazing 
up and down her body, as if they could see through her overcoat. 

"You must be Mrs. Blaster, Margo?" he said with a smile. 

"Y-Y-Yes," she admitted with a stammer. "I'm Margo Blaster." 

"Come in, Mrs. Blaster, won't you please?" He smiled so calmly, so 
effectively. She wondered what was on his mind. Something about the way he 
showed her through the door, about the deep pitch of his low gravelly 
voice-it added up to trouble. She couldn't figure it though. There was 
something about him that was nice, and then again there was something about 
him that seemed only dangerous. 

"Have a seat, Mrs. Blaster," he said, his eyes staring directly into hers. 
"Can I get you something to drink? I'm glad that you made it here so 
promptly." He motioned that she should sit in the sofa which was just behind 
her. She sat down. "Want that drink?" he repeated. 

"No, thank you," she said. "I'm in a bit of a hurry, Mr. ah, I don't believe 
I got your name." 

"Stag. Elmer Stag. You don't mind if I drink, do you, my dear?" 

"Oh, no, go ahead. I don't mind." She smiled and watched him at the bar. He 
stood there pouring some sort of sweet mixed drink. He used seven-up of some 
kind, or ginger ale. She could tell by the green bottle. But she couldn't 
tell what kind of liquor he added. 

He came over and sat down next to her on the couch. 

"Did you know my husband in the Army, Mr. Stag?" 

"No," said the older man. "Not in the Army." He sipped at his drink. He 
looked close to fifty, especially the way he eyed her from time to time. She 
could see the age marks under his eyes. He wasn't aging gracefully. It was 
coming on him very fast. Some men, she knew, seemed ageless. This man was 
getting old fast. She wondered if he was dissolute. 

"Let me have your coat, Mrs. Blaster," said the man called Stag. "You must 
be warm." She sat forward and worked her coat off. He set his glass down at 
an end table and took the coat from her and walked to the closet near the 
entrance with it. Margo had the feeling that everything was happening in 
slow motion. She stood up and wandered to the window at the far side of the 
room. She took a moment to size up the place. The carpeting, the furniture, 
everything looked new and overstuffed, as though it was comfortable and 
never used. She turned and stared down the twenty-two stories. The people 
and the cars looked miniature, tiny. So that's what money could buy: a new 
perspective: everything was smaller. Ha! Wouldn't it be something? She felt 
Stag's eyes burning into her. She thought she could tell for sure that his 
glare was roving up and down the curve of her well-rounded buttocks. She 
didn't dare to turn around, that would be like giving in. 

"Why did you ask me here?" she said softly to the glass in front of her, to 
the empty drop outside, to the dull, glazed city beneath. "What do you know 
about my husband?" 

"Oh, I was wondering about that myself," said Stag. 

He was being deliberately coy. 

"You see," he continued, "I know just a little bit, and it's not enough to 
really indicate that I know him at all. So what do I know really? When you 
get right down to it. . . ? " 

"Please, Mr. Stag," she said softly, turning around now as if she'd been 
given permission, "if you want me to stick around here and listen to you 
philsophize, I don't know what I'm going to do!" She was angry and it showed 
in her pretty reddened cheeks, angry and frustrated. 

"Calm down, Mrs. Blaster. You don't want to spend yourself on nothing. Sit 
down, won't you?" 

She followed his lead and sat on the sofa again. He sat down next to her. "I 
have some information about your new husband's background. It's my job at 
M.L.A. to run down the applicants and their files. We do a preliminary 
search on all of our employees, and then we do a detailed one after they go 
to work. It seems that your husband's records are very interesting indeed." 

There was a part of his past that Dick Blaster never talked about, and if 
this man knew something about that period in her husband's life, Margo would 
want to hear about it. "Why don't you just come out with it?" she suggested. 
"What is it you know?" 

"Your husband was in jail, Mrs. Blaster. Prison." 

"So? I knew that," she lied with a hearty red blush climbing her chest and 
taking over her face, coloring her neck and cheeks and flaring nostrils 
crimson. "I don't see what you've bothered me for with such well-known 
information." 

"And is it well-known that he was in prison for rape, Mrs. Blaster?" 

She sane back against the back of the sofa and softened some. Perhaps this 
explained Dick's aggressiveness in the sexual arena. The expression on her 
face told Stag that he was getting to her. 

"Maybe you'd like to tell me what you know, Mrs. Blaster." 

"I think I'll take that drink you were talking about," she suggested. 

"Yes. Yes, of course," he said. He was up and over to the bar in a flash, 
pouring a hard liquor into a tumbler. "I think it's a good idea, something 
to calm you, Mrs. Blaster. Yes, nice and calm for our negotiations." His 
gravelly voice hung on the word as he passed the young voluptuous blonde the 
drink, a lascivious expression creeping into his lips and spilling out at 
the corners of his mouth. "You see, I happen to believe that some of what I 
hold in the way of power at M.L.A. could be of great importance-to you, to 
your husband, to the future of your marriage." 

"I don't get it," said Margo, letting the glass down away from her mouth, 
the hot burning liquor easing her inhibitions now. She was letting loose. 
"You think that because you know this, I owe you something?" She stood up, 
letting the rage seep out of her. "I never heard of anything so contorted 
and mistaken--! " 

"Sit down, Mrs. Blaster. It's not so simple a matter as you'd like to 
believe." He stiff-armed her back against the sofa, and she had no choice 
but to plop down in front of him. Irate, she looked up at him. "This better 
be good!" 

"Oh, it's good, "he cajoled. "You just won't believe how good it is! You 
see, if I let the word out that Dick Blaster, your husband, is an ex-con, 
for rape, how do you think that's going to sit with the suburban managers, 
the ones who send him out door-to-door with M.L.A.'s Vegi-Peel products. You 
think they're going to want a known sex-offender tapping at the front doors 
of their best customers, young wives?" 

She pictured poor Dick stunned with defeat as this lecherous old 
administrator leaked the information about her husband's base past. It would 
take very little to send the whole game out the window, the marriage, the 
love, the job, all of it. She felt nausea, like the room was suddenly 
stifling and the air in it old and stale. She looked toward the window and 
then at the half-empty glass of liquor on the table. She picked up the glass 
and brought it to her lips, swallowing hard, sucking up the booze. She 
emptied the glass and put it down on the table again. She wondered if Dick 
would do for her what she was thinking of doing for him. 

"Alright," she said, "you've got us over a barrel. Please don't tell anyone 
what you know." She started to stand. "I don't know what makes you tick, Mr. 
Stag, but I wish you wouldn't let this information get beyond us." 

He smiled leeringly, his plan seeming to begin to come to fruition. It was 
like a stew in his mind, one that needed a little simmering on the back 
burner. It was there cooking nicely now, just about ready to taste. "You 
see, Mrs. Blaster, there is just one thing I want in order to keep my lips 
sealed." 

"What?" she asked, fearful of the answer. She was standing only a foot from 
him. She could smell the sweet liquor on his breath, and she could see the 
detailing of the crows marks of age around his eyes and at the corners of 
his lips. "What is it you want?" 

He smiled broader and leaned forward, pressing his wet lips against hers, 
his tongue sliding into the narrow slit between her lips. He held her from 
behind, his hands clutching the curvaceous swell of her smooth hips. He held 
her tight while kissing her heartily in the mouth. 

"Oh, God," said the prudish housewife, "stop! No!" She pulled away and with 
the quick back of her hand wiped her lips. "You're awful!" she blurted. 
"Vile!" She looked frantically around behind her, for her coat, and then 
remembered it was in the closet. She started forward and this time he 
grabbed her tighter. "It's not so easy, Mrs. Blaster. You're going to do 
what I say or you're going to be married to a man with no job and a very bad 
reputation." She struggled in his clutching hands, trying to squirm free, 
trying to break loose of his lewd intent. He pressed his mouth against hers 
again, this time not letting her up for air for a long, long time. His 
tongue dove deep, like a shark going for the bottom and some prey there, and 
he landed in the socket of her throat, her small, stiffened wet tongue 
sliding under his. 

"Uuuuuhhhh," she complained, opening her mouth wide so as to be able to 
breathe. He filled her with that much more of his oral organ. "Uuhhhhhh, 
no!" she cried out, begging him to cease. Somehow she'd managed to get 
slightly free of his hands. But she was off balance, and he shoved her hard 
and fast, down onto the sofa. He was quick to follow her down there, getting 
one hand around her waist, his leg up between her legs-and he was on top of 
her! 

She writhed and scraped in his clutching hands, her voluptuous breasts 
shaking against his chest like jelly-pods, and he went kissing and sucking 
the tender young flesh of her neck. She could feel him leaving a slight red 
welt behind as he tore his wet sucking lips away from one part of her neck 
and went looking for another part to kiss. 

"Please ... please Mr. Stag ... I don't want to do this ... I don't want 
to..." 

He found his way around her jaw and took her lips for his own again, this 
time controlling her kiss with his hand, adjusting her jaw so as to make her 
mouth fit his tongue perfectly. It was a long, lust-inspiring, sweltering 
kiss, one that even Margo Blaster couldn't deny as affecting. She felt 
herself slowly but surely swooning in the older man's arms. She wondered if 
the job at M.L.A. was so important, and she answered her own question while 
the older man kept kissing her, frenching her throat, Yes, it's important, 
neither of you have any income ... another time may be you could say no, but 
not now ... you better give ... give as quick as you can and then get out 
... and consider yourself lucky ... Dick needs the job and you need Dick ... 
just close your eyes and let go ... close your eyes and... 

But she couldn't give way all together. She flipped her hips up at the old 
man's pelvis, and in this effort to try and wiggle free bumped her pelvis 
against something bony and hard, and she knew it could only be his 
stiffening penis. 

"Oh, Mr. Stag," she complained in a hoarse, somewhat defiant whisper, "you 
mustn't do this ... You mustn't let yourself get excited and carried away 
like this ... it's not right ... I don't-" 

He put his hand over her mouth and gagged her that way for a moment or two 
while his nervous little fingers went sliding up to the top button of her 
sheer-green blouse, working the button undone quickly, and then another and 
then another, and finally, his fingers went sliding under the material of 
the see-through blouse, and cupped at the black brassiere underneath, 
cupping her well-rounded full creamy breast, the sweaty fingers rolling the 
pliant breast flesh through the sheer material of the silky brassiere. 

"Oh, you heathen," she moaned when he removed his hand for a moment, "I'll 
get you ... You can't do this! No!" 

Stag kept his hand, his fingers, wrapped around the full, voluptuous breast, 
and he squeezed it so that the pliant flesh softened to his touch and 
heated. He reached around, still inside the blouse, and found the little 
clasp and tugged it at just the right angle so that Margo's lovely creamy 
breasts came spilling undone from the flimsy support of the brassiere. Under 
the blouse the old man worked his fingers on the now naked and involuntarily 
excited breast flesh, concentrating especially hard on the 
strawberry-colored tip of the right nipple, squeezing that tender rubbery 
flesh button between his thumb and forefinger, working it back and forth 
like a little lever and then finding his way with his mouth to the hot, 
aroused nipple cap and spreading his lips around it, ducking down and 
sucking it back and forth between his tongue and upper lip, rolling it and 
stimulating it with a little sliding action that send long, hard chills 
climbing into Margo's nape...! 

"Eeeeeeiiiiikkkkkk," she cringed with the feel of his tongue as it went 
wetly sliding across her aroused nipple, snaking around her cap and breast 
until she could no longer stand it! "Ah, God, please, Mr. Stag ... please! 
No more!" 

Stag was only just beginning though. Now that he had her blouse undone and 
her breasts handy, he wanted to get to her naked thighs and her sweetly 
pumping pelvis and hot wet vagina. He knew it was all there guarded only by 
the blue skirt and silky panties underneath. He knew he could get to her 
now, that he had the leverage he needed, what with the information about her 
husband and the little breast work he'd done, he could get her to go all the 
way ... It was only a matter of time... 

"Now's the fun part," he hissed through his thick, wet lips. "Now's the part 
that you're going to enjoy, my dear! So stop your complaining. I'm gonna 
give you something nice. And you're going to be doing your hubby a favor, 
too. So don't even pretend that you're not enjoying this. It's a chance for 
you to give me something!" He cackled a little and pulled her skirt undone. 
It took some imagine work to get the garment off of her wriggling hips and 
her kicking legs without getting kicked in the face, but he managed. He 
realized that her stockings were going to rip, but that didn't bother him. 
He just took hold of them and pulled them down, tearing long slices and 
holes with his fingers in the sheer hose, revealing patches and slender 
crevices of naked flesh underneath. Her loins suddenly came into view, long 
flat slicks of amber-blushing naked flesh, jiggling quickly while her thighs 
tried to scissor together in a last-ditch effort to guard against the 
assault she knew was coming. 

"No ... God no!" she cried out in feeble protest. "What do you think you're 
doing? You can't be serious, Mr. Stag? Please ... listen to me ... this 
isn't the way to do this ... really ... I think you ought to listen to 
me..." She was close to being hysterical, and her legs were kicking every 
now and then, but Elmer Stag was making the kind of progress he was looking 
for. He had her naked except for her panties and her frayed blouse. Her 
voluptuous white breasts shook and quivered as he leered down at her 
nakedness. Long trails of goose bumps appeared on her comely thighs, along 
the tops of her legs. Her loins were creamy and mellow brown, while the tops 
of her thighs were more brown, tanned. She was a natural blonde with 
naturally brown skin, a kind of light mahogany. From under her panties 
showed the sandy blonde pubic hairs of her cunt. 

"It's going to happen, Margo," he told her, his wet fingers reaching down 
and touching her silky blonde mane. "I'm serious about this, so you might 
just as well enjoy it as anything else." He smiled at her and undid the knot 
which until now had held his smoking jacket tightly closed. He kept smiling 
while he pulled the robe open, revealing that he was entirely naked 
underneath it. His long, hot prick came bouncing and flopping out of 
position. He was on his knees between her naked legs, his prick throbbing 
hot and stiff, looking like a coat-rack, a big hard wooden coat rack. It was 
stiff and bulging, and the cap alone looked so hot and red and large that 
Margo wanted to scream. She thought for sure that such a huge prick would 
break her cunt into a million pieces, that such a hot hard pole of cock 
flesh going tunneling into her belly would necessarily rip her to shreads. 

"You mustn't," she said, clamping her thighs together in what she feared to 
be futile resistance, "it's too big, Elmer. I can tell already, it's just 
too big!" 

He could see a little dark splotch, a telltale sign that some of her 
precious juice had already spilled from the inner confines of her sweet 
little pussy. "I can tell you something, Margo," he said confidentially, 
pressing his fingers between her legs, poking into the narrow space between 
her warm clenched thighs, "you and I are going to have some fun that you 
didn't count on! Mmmmm? You and I, Margo ... right now!" 

He went into action again, this time taking both hands to the corners of her 
panties, where they covered her tanned girlish hips, and he grabbed inside 
the elastic, hooking his fingers and tugging downwards. She rolled her body 
left and right, writhing like a fish out of water, and he kept tugging, each 
time pulling more and more of the panties down her pelvis and across the 
tops of her full thighs until finally the panties were rolled up tight, like 
a stretched rag with two holes in it, one for each of her legs ... and now 
Margo's pubic mound was in view. But she had her legs clamped together, so 
there was no way for Elmer Stag to see the pink puckered lips that he knew 
were there. He would move to get the panties all the way off! "You just 
cooperate now, Mrs. Blaster, and everything's going to be alright." He 
started pulling and tugging on the material of the under drawers, and Margo 
tried to pull her legs apart wide, so as to prevent the removal of the silky 
panties. But there was no overpowering the executive. He might have been old 
but he was strong. She pulled the tight panties down to her ankles, and it 
wasn't but a second more before Margo's body was entirely naked! 

"Oh, God, please, Mr. Stag, please," she suddenly began begging, realizing 
once and for all that he wasn't fooling around, that he was actually going 
to molest her right there and then. "Please! Let me pay you something ... I 
can get the money somehow ... Or, let me do something else ... But not this 
... please ... please ... Oh, God ... NO!" 

He was upon her, moist fingers squeezing at the soft pliant flesh of her 
comely breasts, his throbbing prick pressing down into the softness of her 
two clamped thighs. She could smell the sweet scent of liquor on his breath, 
and when she momentarily came out of her hysteria to actually look at him, 
she could see that his eyeballs were swimming in their watery sockets, 
practically popping out of his head while he caressed her breasts and her 
nipples with his lightly squeezing fingers. 

"Uuuuuuuuhhh, no!" she protested when he began to try and unfold her 
resistant legs. He reached down with one hand and jammed his fingers between 
her thighs, rubbing down into the hidden space between her loins until his 
hard-working finger tips came in contact with the fur-lined lips of her 
puckering entrance. 

"Oh, yeah," he lasciviously groaned, "that's more like it!" He withdrew his 
finger which was coated with a thin sheen of Margo's juices, and he took a 
whiff at the digit and then his eyes lit up. "Here," he said, pressing his 
hand down close to her face and insinuating the tip of his finger against 
her lips, "smell some of yourself, honey. See what a nice little odor you 
have ... Oh, yeah, isn't that nice..." He pressed his finger into her mouth 
and forced her to lick it, and then he withdrew it and went back to trying 
to get her legs comfortably opened. 

Margo was thoroughly repulsed by the lecherous old man and his defiling 
ways. She had never been so humiliated in all of her life, and the kinds of 
lewd things the man was doing to her body already were making her nausea. 
But in the back of her mind, no matter how she struggled, she had a tendency 
to believe that this was the way it was with all men, and that secretly she 
could come to like it! Her heart raced involuntarily from the fingering he 
was beginning to do, despite the fact that she knew full well he was 
performing repulsive acts on her body. 

God, what kind of woman am I? she asked herself, feeling his finger jamming 
down across the delicately opened lips of her vagina. How can I possibly be 
enjoying this in any way? What would Dick think if he knew I was doing this 
here and now with someone from his office...? 

Elmer was going out of his mind with the tantalizing feel of the young 
woman's pussy lips against his finger. He could only imagine how intense a 
rubbing it would be once he placed the head of his hot stiff cock into that 
enmeshing cuntal flesh. She was responding, despite her verbal pleas and 
protests, like some of the other girls from the office files who he had 
fucked. It was as if she was silently begging him to go ahead with it. 
Taking advantage of her evident hunger, he lifted his hand to hold his cock 
for a moment, getting ready to lean down closer to her, actually thinking 
about inserting his penis into her vagina! 

He hesitated for a moment and let go of his pulsating erection and returned 
his right hand to her naked thigh and teasingly slid his middle finger 
upward until he felt the radiant heat of her nakedly exposed pussy. He 
dipped his outstretched middle finger into the hair-lined throbbingly wet 
slit. Slowly he moved around in it, around and around in her smooth wet 
flesh before worming even deeper inside the heated vaginal sheath. God Damn, 
he silently observed, she was as tight as a teenage girl, better even ... 
she must have been leading some sort of sedate sex life with Dick Blaster. 
Tight as she was, her moistly clasping hole seemed to swallow up his middle 
finger as he slid it back and forth, in and out of her quivering feminine 
flesh. She demonstrated her resistance by clamping her full, comely thighs 
closed around his pumping wrist, but this did little more than encourage him 
to continue with the erotic stimulation. As for her flailing torso and arms, 
he'd calmed her by pressing his hand around her neck and insisting that she 
lay still or suffer some sort of pain in the throat. "I can see," he said, 
his eyes glazed with passion from the feel of her friendly little inner 
tunnel, "that this is going to please both of us!" 

"Oooohhhh!" she cried softly as he spread her naked legs somewhat with his 
pumping wrist, working her long soft loins open a bit and wider apart. His 
working finger just about pulled her naked buttocks upwards off the sofa! 
She tried to resist but it was hard to deny the urgings inside her 
love-starved cunt. She didn't want to stop now! It was as if by virtue of 
his being a stranger, Elmer Stag had brought out the masochistic streak 
which before now Margo had denied in herself. Her husband complained time 
and again that she wasn't allowing herself to give, and yet here, in a 
punishing situation, a stranger's finger crammed up into her wetly throbbing 
cunt, she was giving like she'd never given before. It confused her, but she 
let herself go nonetheless! "Ahhhhhh, God, fuck!" she cried out softly, 
feeling the rolling digit as it parted and spread her swelled labia more and 
more with every finger-fuck into her belly. 

"You like that, don't you?" the lecherous administrator insinuated from atop 
the pretty young woman. "You love it, really, don't you, honey. . . ? Eh? 
Mmmmmm?" 

"Yes," she panted, "alright, I like it ... But you've got to stop! You just 
have to!" She hoped he would stop, let her off the hook, and then again she 
hoped that he would defile and abuse her naked flesh in every way 
imaginable. It was so strange, she'd never felt this way before. It was as 
if she was about to abandon herself to some new way of looking at things, 
and yet she hated herself for letting it happen with this complete stranger, 
with this old lech. "Please," she complained, "please stop now." 

"Oh, sure," he said, nodding his head. "Why not?" It was obvious that he 
wasn't going to stop, just as it was obvious that she needed more 
punishing-stimulating finger-fucking in her sweet little pubic vee. He 
decided to try something more titillating on her, just to see how hot he 
could get her before slamming his rock-hard, long hot cock into her cunt. He 
took to using his thumb and forefinger for massaging her aroused clitoris, 
teasing it into a pulsating little nub. Using his outstretched finger then, 
he thrust it deep inside her hotly moistening cunt, and stroked it back and 
forth, rubbing it across her already hardened clitoris. The friction caused 
her body to writhe upward in lewd invitation, and he could hear her guttural 
moans as she pumped her entire vaginal plane against his hand. His finger 
sawed in and out, deep and hard, impaling her tight little pussy, eliciting 
moan after moan of pleasure from her lust-constricted throat. 

"Oh, God, no," she cried out against her bodily wishes, still trying to do 
the honorable thing. "Dick wouldn't care ... he'd rather be fired ... you 
can keep your information ... please, Mr. Stag ... please ... I dunno ... I 
doan wanna anymore ... please..." 

Stroking her rigidly quivering clitoris, he sobbed under his breath with 
delight, "I think it's just a little too late for that, my sweet Mrs. 
Blaster ... just a little too late indeed!" He then lowered his head until 
he was only a little distance from the naked crevice between the housewife's 
heaving breasts. With his mouth, he took the front of her breast, the hot 
little nipple, and pulled it with his lips. Immediately her melon-like 
mounds turned chilled and excited, extremely aroused, as if they'd been 
waiting for that little wet touch of his lips and his tongue. He stared for 
a moment at her youthfully up-thrust breasts, and then with a hungry growl 
he pressed downwards voraciously sucking at the erect nipple. She was 
moaning in helpless sexual hunger and he continued stroking her moistly 
clasping pussy while devouring the trembling mounds of her breast flesh. 

By now Margo was moaning continuously and almost unconsciously. Her own body 
had turned into her worst enemy, taking over where her brain's remorse left 
off. She realized suddenly what she was doing in the Century Plaza building 
with Elmer Stag of M.L.A. She was actually allowing him to caress her naked 
vagina, kiss her naked breasts, and if she continued this madness, he would 
soon be making love to her. 

And yet it was so good, the feel of his hands running around her hot young 
breasts, his moist fingers plying the flesh there, and his working between 
the pink puckering lips of her vagina, the way it sent shivers of chills up 
and down her inner thighs. It was hard to resist! Why not give way just a 
little more ... just until ... Oh, it was so good to have his fingers 
squeezing around her clitoris ... it was so-ooo nice. . . ! She could hardly 
keep from lifting her lust-crazed pelvis up to him, presenting her cunt to 
him in a way that she knew instinctively how to. 

Slowly but surely she was getting lost in her passion. If she'd been 
sensible, she would never have come to the apartment at all, would never had 
let him convince her over the phone of the importance. She should have known 
that something vile and humiliating like this would happen. 

And yet, her entire body was shivering and taking on heat, getting ready for 
even more intense sexual activities. And she found herself encouraging him 
by thrusting her naked loins upward so that he could more easily go burying 
his bony digit in the lust-heated confines of her hotly pulsating pussy. Her 
cunt felt so hot ... she was dying with the hungry desire to be satisfied. 
Her legs were getting more and more wide-spread, with or without her 
will-she couldn't tell any more! It was just too intense! A strong need was 
threatening to do her in all together, and the need was clearly her own 
developing heat, her own hot lust! She wanted to stop him, to stop the 
horribly deeply burning fire which was flaming in her wantonly trembling 
pussy. 

The older man heard the low moans of pleasure erupting from the young 
blackmailed woman's throat as he caressed her already heated cuntal lips 
with the tips of his finger. Now she was going to find it impossible to 
refuse him, and her resistance would fade all together. There would be no 
more protesting, and at the end she would probably beg him for the handsome 
fucking he had in mind for her sweet, tight little cuntal passage. 

His mouth was still nibbling at her warm, soft breasts, and he removed his 
foraging finger from the hair-lined lips of her vagina before lifting up and 
moving to a kneeling position between her nakedly splayed thighs. His wildly 
pulsating cock stuck out straight against his belly, and his own hot passion 
was building up to the point where there would be no going back. He was 
getting an ache in his balls already, and he groaned anxiously as he 
realized that his sperm-weighted testicles were hungry for release. Unable 
to put off the inevitable any longer, he reached down and took hold of the 
blood-engorged head of his cock and guided it forward to the spreading in 
Margo's buttery pussy. He slid his ripe prick cap back and forth between her 
hot little lips, working them with the head of his throbbing cock so as to 
stimulate both lips and the tip of his penis at the same time. 

At first Margo was unaware of the imminent fucking her cunt was about to 
get, but even if she'd tried, she couldn't have stopped the aging 
administrator now. His prick was a half-inch into the moistly clinging lips 
themselves, and whichever way she moved gave that much more slippery rub to 
the action of his soon-to-be impaling cock! 

She, too, was quite excited, and her basic resistances to things sexual was 
now nearly totally worn down. She could feel a coating of sweat popping up 
out of the hairs at the back of her neck, and her palms felt wet and hot, 
too. When she felt his mushroom-like cock-head pressing forward, nudging 
against her eagerly convulsing cuntal opening, she opened her eyes and 
stared down at the top of his head as she tried to think clearly. And then 
she gasped as her eyes focused, and the full impact of what he was doing hit 
her lust-depraved brain. 

"W-W-What on earth? Oh, God! No! Oh, God, Mr. Stag! N-N-No! NO!" She wailed 
in futile protest as she felt the bulging hot tip of his pulsating penis 
scraping across her excited clitoris. 

"It's going to be so-oo good, Mrs. Blaster," he promised in a low, guttural 
whisper reminiscent of his earlier lusty whisper on the telephone. "It's 
going to be nice. My cock. Your cunt. It's gonna be nice. Just feel that big 
hard prick, Mrs. Blaster. Doesn't that feel nice? Can't you just eat it all 
up with your pussy, Margo, eh? You want it now, don't you, eh? I can tell 
... you want it!" 

"Oh, God, no," she cried out, trying to escape his impaling hardness as it 
came skewering slowly but surely forward and up into the cuntal flesh of her 
lower belly. He simultaneously lowered his head back down to her sensitive 
nipple and his teeth bit lewdly around the sprung tip. Before the shock 
subsided, she felt his rod of thickened cock flesh sliding unimpeded, like a 
knife through butter, into her widely gaping wet vagina. 

"Aaaaaiiiieee, you shouldn't!" she wailed, pushing against his naked chest 
as best she could. 

"Fuck you, Mrs. Blaster," he hissed, "this is what you been wantin' from me 
since the minute you walked in here. What'd you think I called you about 
this afternoon? What'd you think I was gonna want from you anyhow?" His face 
glared intensely. He lifted up a little and he pulled one hand back and let 
loose with a quick, hard smacking slap at her face. "Now you cooperate some, 
Mrs. Blaster, or I'm gonna get really tough!" 

The sudden crack on her cheek stunned Margo and she realized suddenly that 
the administrator meant business, that he was not going to accept No for an 
answer. He confirmed this impression with a series of rapidly puncturing 
stabs into her cunt, his hotly pulsing cock flesh sticking Margo's slippery 
wet pussy sheath harder and faster than she'd ever allowed any man to do it. 

He could feel her inner vagina muscles clutching hungrily at his prick, and 
when she made an effort to force his long hard cock from her cunt, he felt 
the sweat pop out on his forehead as he sought to keep from ejaculating 
right then and there. He'd wanted her this way, nice and wet and tight, and 
he wasn't about to give up the thrill for a quick discharge. The longer he 
lasted, he knew, the better the cum! 

"Oh, God, no more!" she begged him. 

"Shut up now," he said. "I've heard enough of your complaining. We started 
out nice and easy, and I'm an easy going sort of fellow, Mrs. Blaster, but 
if you keep this protesting up, I'm gonna have to make you understand a 
little better..." 

She knew that he was strong enough to hold her, and there seemed to be no 
escaping the impaling rod of flesh which worked now deeply in the liquid 
folds of her wide-stretched cunt. She had, like it or not, accepted his 
caresses, and in some ways, as he said, she'd come to the apartment 
expectant of something like this, and now she was left with the consequences 
and much of the responsibility. She was getting more than she bargained for, 
however, and it was measured in the amount of stiff cock pinning her down to 
the sofa. 

She made a few more efforts to slow down his cunt-drilling thrusts, but even 
as she pleaded with him, her cock-impaled cunt began writhing hungrily 
upward against his thickly muscled loins. "I didn't want this," she 
complained as her will subsided slowly but surely, "I didn't want this ... 
Oh, no ... not this ... aaaaeeeeeee, no..." 

Her resistance would have been much, much stronger, but there was no denying 
that it felt good to have his hot virile penis thrusting in and out of her 
hotly throbbing vagina. She just couldn't stop now, it was too much for her, 
and she decided to let him have her this one time! 

Accepting the inevitability of the situation, Margo felt shudder after 
shudder of hungry lust spreading throughout her entire body as the 
administrator's hot cock speared upwards inside the slippery satin-sleek 
folds of her silky vagina. His rhythmic thrusting became fast and furious, 
and he took to slamming his naked loins gainfully against hers, every 
long-lusted after stroke bringing his cock that much higher up in her 
lusting belly. Uncontrollably now, her naked cunt jerked upwards along the 
length of his virile hardened prick, and her mouth opened and closed in 
quiet little mewling noises of intense pleasure. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh..." she murmured helpless in his arms while his stroking, 
hard-thrusting hot-throbbing cock penetrated into the most remote folds of 
her sweltering inner cuntal flesh, every inch of the throbbing wet prick 
stimulated by the sliding slippery satin of her vagina. 

"Oh, shit, yeah," grunted Stag, beginning a hard, rhythmic fucking that 
elicited moan after moan of lewd delight from the prudish woman's 
lust-hoarsened throat. He leered in lecherous victory, the corners of his 
lips wet with spittle, as he felt her nakedly pumping hips rising upwards to 
meet his flatly pounding lower belly and pelvis, her long lithe legs 
wrapping sensuously around his hardpumping buttocks. 

"Go on," he hissed lustfully in her ear, "and grab me there. Go on now. It's 
okay. Go on." 

Hypnotically, trance-like, she reached around and under her own thigh-backs 
to take hold of his flaccid buttocks, squeezing softly at the muscularly 
contracting folds of his ass as he continued to pound his hard-driving, 
long, hot cock into her wet cuntal lips. Her heels beat against his back as 
her tight little pussy ground upwards against his pulsating penis. His 
pride and his joy knew no bounds as he suddenly realized that this beautiful 
young woman was now like a toy in his hands, a plaything which he'd 
conquered and made his own, getting her to give way, to submit in 
humiliating disclosure to all of his initial wishes. It was only a matter of 
time, he realized, and she would be giving him much, much more! 

"Ooohhhh," she cried, her cunt groveling around his cock for more of the 
steady heat and throbbing sensual feel it gave her. "Oooooohhh, please ... 
hard ... I can't help myself ... make it hard ... fuck ... " She panted like 
an animal in terrible hunger, ravenous for ultimate satisfaction. 

"I knew you'd be good," he whispered with hot breath in her ear. "I could 
tell from the minute I heard you on the phone. Oh, yes, Mrs. Blaster, we're 
going to have some nice times together." 

She could hear him but he wasn't making sense. In a way, she did not know 
the administrator. She knew his hard throbbing prick taking her to task in 
her wetly pulsing cunt, and she knew the feel of his pumping buttocks in her 
light fisting fingers, and she thought she knew something about his 
testicles which slapped from time to time against the smalls of her ass 
cheeks as he penetrated deeply inside her, but she didn't know him, not 
really him... 

Her suddenly greedy little pussy was slicing up and down on his wet 
glistening prick, clutching at his hardened shaft like a hungry baby's mouth 
on a nipple. Lurching against her warm soft body, he felt the sofa beneath 
his knees, and he thought he could hear the stickiness of her cheeks peeling 
away from the leather of the couch, but then he realized that the loudest 
sound in the room was the slap of his pelvis down on the naked white plane 
above her cunt from the pumping he was giving her inside. 

Suddenly the increased movements of her slippery cunt and her pumping 
girlish hips heightened his own hungry lust as the sperm in his swollen 
testicles heated to the boiling point. God, he wanted to let her have it, to 
give her the whole shot at once. But he postponed that ecstasy for another 
while, hoping to get her affection as well as her body. 

"Oh, do it, Mr. Stag!" she cried out in submissive wonder all of a sudden. 
"Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard!" She was gasping in lewd 
delight as she felt his virile young cock slamming in and out of her 
ecstatically throbbing pussy, scraping against her vibratious clitoris with 
each thrust from his pleasuring prick. 

She could feel the ridges of the bony cock as it slid into her cunt and 
filled up the remote soft wet hollow at the back of her vagina, touching 
lightly with the spongy cap head on her slippery curved cervix. And when he 
withdrew in a long, stroking retreat, cocking back and preparing for the 
next mighty, powerful thrust, then she felt the thick, crowning mushroom 
head rubbing on her cuntal flesh, flicking her clitoris into a pre-orgasmic 
wonderment of ecstasy. 

"I knew you had it in you, Mrs. Blaster," he blurted through his clenched 
teeth as he pushed his painfully throbbing cock in and out of her tight 
little opening. He could feel her pulsating cunt milk his cock-head until he 
thought he would scream, but he forced himself to concentrate on her firmly 
up-thrust breasts instead, and once again dropped his mouth to the hard 
little nipples. He sucked her soft breasts up inside his mouth and ground 
the tiny nub between his teeth, sucking on it, gripping it with his tightly 
puckered lips and using his tongue to massage it to throbbing hardness as he 
moved from one to the other. 

Margo Blaster was moaning continuously, her uncontrollable passion taking on 
a rare, red-hot pitch, filling her feverish brain as she reveled in the 
forbidden pleasure being given her by this older man's strong hard penis. 
She could hear the lewd sounds of his swelled testicles clapping up against 
her up-turned ass cheeks, and his thickly rigid cock shaft was making 
clicking wet obscene little clacks and smacking noises, like someone chewing 
a big gob of wet bubble gum, as it rolled log-like in and out of her nakedly 
gaping pussy. 

The obscenity of making love on the sofa, high up above the rest of the 
city, doing it in the afternoon, was so lewdly exciting for the prudish 
housewife that she felt her lust heighten and glow brighter as she squirmed 
and pumped her hips into the administrator's cock-thrusting crotch. 

"Oh, yes," droned Mr. Stag, his prick throbbingly wet hot inside her pussy, 
"this is good. Real good and tight! Just the way it should be!" 

"Your cock is so big," she said with a guttural mewl. "So large and so hot 
and big!" 

"Oh, fuck" he grunted, his hands reaching down to the slick rounds of her 
moist, hot ass cheeks, taking the smooth white buttocks in his fingers and 
squeezing them like big chunks of cool, buttery flesh. 

Margo moaned a tiny, lusty cry of ecstatic pleasure and pain combined, and 
then she went jerking upwards against his rock-hard penis, her legs gripping 
his naked body in a death-grip as she gurgled with obscene delight. 
"Aaaaggghh, fuck, yes..." 

The older man suddenly raised his head from her ripe swollen breast and 
arched his body backwards, his eyes staring upwards toward the white ceiling 
above. Margo suddenly felt the first unmistakable tremors of her climax 
trickling through her widespread loins. 

"Oh, yeah, your pussy! It's doing it to me, oh, yeah ... do it honey ... 
just do it!" He slammed his throbbing cock down deep inside her tight little 
cunt and held it, filling her belly with his pouring, hotly spewing cum. 
"I'm cumming ... cumming ... Mmmmm, yes...! " 

"Oh, don't stop," cried the young woman, "please, keep fucking ... don't 
stop..." She gasped heatedly, squeezing the cheeks of his ass that much more 
fiercely, wriggling her naked loins upwards against his hotly ejaculating 
penis. "Oh, fuck ... yes ... fuck..." 

She used both hands to press his naked buttocks down against her jerking 
vagina, grinding her wetly excited pussy against his already wilting penis. 
She was almost ... there! Faster and faster she thrust her heated wet slit 
up against his convulsing cock, holding his body in a vise, her painfully 
throbbing clitoris connecting with his pelvic bone, his softening shaft 
still clutched deep inside her hotly pulsating vaginal sheath. 

"I ... oh ... keep doing it ... keep it up ... mmmmm ... yeah ... keep it 
... oh ... oh ... oh..." She was beside herself with lust as the thrusting 
prick ripened on the vine, as it were, beginning to form a new, throbbing 
second erection, one which pounded even deeper than the first, taking her 
away on a magic carpet ride, suddenly and intensely heating her well beyond 
the boiling point and making her body into a flesh pillow of gyrating, 
vibrational shivers. 

"Uuuuhhhhh ... I'm cum-cum-cuming," she cried out in a hoarse, lust-whisper, 
her low-pitched hiss now a desperate plea for the final triggering of her 
long-denied hungers and desires suddenly totally and completely satisfied. 
"Uuuuuhhh ... fuuuuuu-" 

She screamed the last of it, and her inner juices came gushing forward in a 
cadence which matched the involuntarily contracting rhythmic swells of her 
satiny inner flesh lining which was squeezing and milking every last drop of 
semen out of the administrator's demonstrably thicker cock shaft and 
reheated testicles. 

"Oh, cum again!" she wailed. "Cum again! Please! Again! Again!" Every one of 
her beggings matched a new spurt of his quickly sen-sate cock. And what took 
forty minutes before, now took only ten or eleven quick, hard strokes from 
his throbbing cock. 

When he tried to climb off of her, she held him fast, capturing his emptied 
prick with her tightly gripping cuntal opening. "Not yet," she pleaded, and 
the lecherous old man smiled his lascivious grin, wet at the corners of his 
lips, and then he cackled. "There'll be plenty more, my dear. Just you wait. 
Plenty!" 

And he slid his satisfied, spent prick out of her deeply fucked cunt. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was about two weeks later when Dick Blaster took to thinking seriously 
about the problems he was having in his married life. His job was working 
out well, better than he'd ever imagined possible. For one thing, for no 
reason he could think of, he'd been given a new, better territory for 
selling his Vegi-Peel line of M.L.A. Kitchen Tools. The more lucrative 
territory was a fine gift, it seemed, from whatever powers that be-perhaps 
an inadvertent gift, but helpful nonetheless. And this extra money should 
have made his married life that much the better. He had more cash to spend, 
almost immediately, and he had a little more time on his hands as well. But 
somehow these usually helpful luxuries didn't matter all that much to Dick 
and Margo Blaster. What mattered was that his wife wasn't performing that 
well in bed. It was a long time coming, but finally, after three and a half 
months of this kind of married life, Dick was forced to confront Margo. 

"Darling, honey, listen to me," he had said one night when she'd been 
especially despondent, "do you think I'm married to you just because of your 
mind, darling? Baby? Eh?" 

She shook her head and bit down into her chocolate sandwich cookie. She 
stared, seemingly unawares, at the TV in front of her. The electric blue 
made her otherwise warm, glowing cheeks look cold and cheerless. 

"Are you listening to me?" he demanded to know. "Or what?" 

She failed to reply. He paced in front of her. "Baby, you been like this for 
too damn long. I just can't take it any more!" 

"If you knew what kind of past I had, well then you wouldn't treat me this 
way!" She looked up at him and gathered her housecoat tightly around her 
shoulders. Then she looked back at the TV as though she were alone in the 
room. 

"I'm gonna have to beat you, baby, if you don't start replying." 

"Like you beat the others?" she snapped suddenly. 

"What others?" she grunted, surprised that she was talking at all. 

"I know about your past," she said. "The others who you raped!" 

"I didn't rape any others," he said softly. "You found out about my prison 
record! Who told you?" 

"Never mind that," she said. "Let's just say a mutual friend and leave it at 
that." 

Even in an argument with her he found her legs irresistible, and just now he 
happened to be staring at her long, smooth thighs, inspecting the contour of 
her slick loins and the shape of her girlish hips, the only part of her body 
which was hidden under the lower hem of her silky housecoat. He felt like 
going over and sitting down next to her, sliding his hand up under the hem 
of the little green robe and pressing his palm up between her ample upper 
thighs, letting his fingers go jamming into the wet sheath of her cuntal 
flesh, at least two fingers' worth, and then rolling the digits from side to 
side so as to wake her up to the fact of his real and masculine presence. 

What he did, however, in reality, was to say simply, "Who have you been 
talking to, Margo?" 

She knew he was looking at her, so she clamped her legs closed and pushed 
herself sideways on the sofa, enough so that he was put out of her purview, 
leaving only the TV screen in front of her. "I don't want to talk about it. 
I feel like I married a stranger," she said, "someone I don't even know the 
first thing about. I feel like a prisoner in my own marriage!" She flopped 
over onto her belly, a sudden gesture which sent the housecoat sliding up 
the backs of her legs and left fully exposed the well-turned splendid rounds 
of her smooth white buttocks. It was enough to drive Dick Blaster into a 
paroxysm of pain-pleasure. The sight of his wife's unavailable ass cheeks 
was enough to inspire in him the deepest kinds of masculine lust, and with 
this passionate response came a nearly spontaneously total throbbing in his 
aching prick. Already he was stiff as a board. 

"God, Margo! I wish you wouldn't tempt me like this! You lay around the 
house half-naked all day, then when I want some of what any man would want 
from you, you look at me like I was some sort of miniature man, like I was a 
kid or something." 

"What you did and didn't tell me about was childish," she said. "You are a 
kid." 

"Margo!" he hollered. "You're my wife, God damn it! Where do you get off 
acting this way towards me!? ! " 

"If you don't like it," she said, shaking her blonde mane out behind her in 
truly bitch-like nonchalance, "you know what you can do about it, Dick 
Blaster." She continued to watch the TV with seemingly rapt interest. 

And Dick Blaster continued to watch her rounded ass flesh-its little jiggles 
and creaminess a source of inspiration for him-with defined, resolute 
intensity. "You know," he said, "I don't believe we're married, really. I 
used to fuck girls like you and never talk to them again. I used to fuck 
whores, bitches and you name it. And you? My own wife? I don't get nothin'! 
I really don't believe it!" 

In total frustration, Margo's ass cheeks fresh in his mind, their smooth 
well-rounded globular definition etched in his imaginative consciousness in 
all, full detail-down to the shape of the long, narrow vee between the two 
full white buttocks-Dick Blaster stomped from the house, swearing as he went 
that he would never return. He grabbed his Vegi-Peel Tool Kit on the way 
out, crying back in absolute and total frustration, "I'm leaving, you 
ornery, frigid bitch! You hear me! I'm leaving!" 

"Good!" she cried out after him, coming up off the sofa for the first time 
in hours, hollering behind him as he made his way out of the ratty little 
apartment. "That suits me just fine!" Her breasts shook violently, the 
housecoat coming undone, her nipples falling out like a pair of small, red, 
strangely shaped dice, and she moaned under her breath, "You can leave all 
you want ... Thanks to Stag I know what kind of a man you really are..." 

And there were tears in her eyes, rolling down her rosy cheeks, when she 
sobbed aloud, alone in the apartment, "I'm married to a rapist ... God ... 
oh, God..." 

* * * 

And so it was that Blaster paced the darkened suburban streets with his 
Vegi-Tool Demo Unit in hand wondering silently to himself how he'd come to 
be married to such a frozen, passionless woman, wondering how he would ever 
put up with her for the duration of a marriage. He was thankful for only two 
things, and those were the change in his route and the affair he was still 
having with Mrs. Garner. 

Now there was a real woman! She loved sex, she was always passionate, she 
liked to do it morning, noon and night, she was uninhibited about oral sex, 
all the way down to licking him clean, and ... Why was he just standing 
there thinking about her? He had to see her, and right away, too! 

At last he'd made his decision! Of course! Why not! Why put up with such 
stuff and nonsense! Why not just file an annulment and get out of the 
putrid, stifling marriage all together? Why put up with not being able to 
get a little decent sex?! Why not just end the miserable deadness of his 
marriage right now! 

He raced to Mrs. Garner's house, and though it was well after ten p.m. she 
answered the door almost immediately. "Oh, Dick," she growled, sex written 
all over her face from the minute she saw him standing there on the porch, 
"I thought you'd never get here! Come in, come in!" 

Dick entered the Garner house like a man coming in out of a blizzard. He set 
down his Demo Unit and took Mrs. Garner in his arms. She was wearing a 
little nightie that was made of cotton and ended just about where her 
girlish hips made the curve into thigh. He held her with one hand squeezing 
her comely upper leg, the other pressing in the small of her back, and 
kissed her long and hard. She clutched at his body and told him that she'd 
missed him no end. 

Inside, on the living room sofa, he told her what had happened between Margo 
and himself. "I was arrested," he finished off, "and I did go to jail. It 
was when I was a kid, but I wasn't the one who did the molesting. The file 
doesn't show it like that. Somehow, someone has blackmailed her-and I'm glad 
of it! They've told her what they thought was the truth, and they convinced 
her that I was rotten and evil. Well, fine for them. I don't need her 
anymore. I don't even want her..." 

"Oh, Dick," sighed Mrs. Garner, her little nipples already sticking out like 
cherry buds hungry for licking, "I thought you'd never come to me like this 
... never..." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face toward 
her, taking his lips up next to her own, supplying him with the slippery 
feel of her long wet tongue as it went darting French-style into his mouth. 
He gave her back something similar, nearly plugging her throat with his 
plunging tongue. 

One hand swooped down and landed between her smooth, comely thighs, rubbing 
tenderly across the tops of those, shapely splayed legs until his fingers 
dived for the humid space. Her curly pubic hairs felt silky and soft against 
the tips of his fingers as he searched the dense erotic foliage for the 
puckering lips he knew to be hiding within. His fingers touched something 
soft, wet and silky, and it was hot and slippery there, and he knew that he 
was right next to the pubic vee and that at the top of that little hot wet 
slash he would find her tensed, eroticized clitoris. Sure enough, stroking 
one finger upwards in the tender little cunt slit, he found with his index 
finger the wet, rose-colored nub. He took it between his thumb and 
forefinger like a little flesh button and squeezed it several times rapidly 
in a row until Mrs. Garner relinquished and submitted, crying softly as she 
tore her lips from his, "Oh, Dick ... oh, darling Dick ... oh ... oh ... oh 
... don't stop ... honey, don't stop..." 

He watched her struggle to remove her nightie. No sooner did her 
voluptuously hanging breasts come pouring out from under her cotton jersey 
when she began frantically attacking him to undo the buttons which held his 
own shirt closed. "Come on," she moaned, "come on ... come on..." 

Her fingers were quick and agile, and most of all they were in direct 
opposition to the timidness of his wife's frightened fingers. 

Why, Margo wouldn't have dared to let her sexual aggressiveness show in this 
manner, actually taking the lead and begging for sex, but here was Mrs. 
Garner, twenty-three, married, and as forward as could be, giving ... taking 
... lusting for his body ... for his long hardening cock... 

She had her fingers around his belt. His shirt was open, and with one hand 
she lightly massaged his hirsute chest and with the other she quickly undid 
the buckle of his belt and slipped open the snap on his trousers. She pulled 
the zipper down and open in one quick tug and her fingers slid into place 
around the rubbery bulge in his cotton drawers. 

"Oh, yes!" she panted heatedly as her small fist curled around the thickness 
of his heated cock. "I can feel it, Dick ... Oh, yes, and it feels so good 
... so full and so thick!" 

Naked, she fell to her knees, between his feet. He sat on the sofa and she 
knelt between his spread legs. "Lift up," she demanded lustfully, her grin 
turning all but purely lascivious, "I want to undress you!" 

He raised his hips and she pulled his trousers down off of his muscular 
thighs. She'd gotten his shirt off this way when she was up on the sofa, 
undressing him like he was some sort of child, and now she was getting his 
pants and shoes and socks off the same way. 

She wanted him naked the way she was. Watching her work like this, watching 
her attack him this way, he quickly forgot about his troubles with Margo. 

It wasn't but a moment more before he sat completely naked except for his 
underwear on the sofa. "Now for the fun part," she teasingly suggested. 

She leaned up to where his hot prick bulged fully tumescent inside his 
underwear. Her long black mane was silky and soft on the tops of his thighs 
as she took hold of the elastic of his underwear and pulled it away from his 
belly so as to be able to peek down inside to regard the fullness of his 
thickly throbbing cock. 

"Oh, look," she exclaimed with the enthusiasm of a small child having 
discovered something totally unique and all for herself. "It's so big and so 
hard," she groaned with special delight, realizing once and for all that she 
was going to have to pull it out of his pants for him, and that she was 
going to have it for herself to play with as she liked. "I just can't wait 
any longer," she moaned, reaching into his underpants and taking hold of the 
thick, blue-veined prick as it throbbed heatedly in her lightly fisting 
fingers. She tugged sensuously and her inner feminine desires manifested 
themselves even in the way that she handled his long, hot cock while it was 
still in his underwear. 

"I have to get you naked," she said, "completely ... utterly and totally ... 
naked!" 

She let loose of the salesman's cock and used her fingers to salaciously 
take hold of the elastic band of his underwear, hooking her fingers into it 
and slowly but surely rolling the pants down off of his hips and across his 
thighs, down below his knees, her eyes bulging with delight as she watched 
his long hard cock suddenly leap into full-fledged hot pink freedom, the 
spongy cap leading the way like a flesh rocket. The hard prick flopped this 
way and that wile she worked the underwear down off of Blaster's feet, 
leaving him finally without so much as a single stitch of clothing. 

"Here," he said, speaking for the first time since she'd begun undressing 
him, "I won't be needing this either." He worked his gold wedding band off 
of his finger. "Put it somewhere where I won't be able to find it. I don't 
think I'll be needing it any more." 

She took the ring, looked briefly at it, and then removed her own as well. 
She set the two rings aside next to one foot of the sofa. 

"Now we're really naked!" she cried out softly. "Oh, Dick, I love you so 
much, darling. I can't believe it!" 

She was still kneeling between his legs. He smiled, inspecting her long, 
young torso, enjoying his downward view of her supple body, especially 
appreciating his bird's eye view of her voluptuous white breasts as they 
jiggled and bounced and finally pressed and crushed against his knees 
lightly while she adjusted her position on the floor below him. "I want to 
get very, very comfortable for what I'm going to do next, Dick. I want it to 
be good for you ... really, really good!" 

Her long slender fingers reached out along the tops of his youthful, muscled 
thighs and crept up into position in the vicinity of his hardened red prick 
and lust-churning balls. 

One hand dipped downwards into the space between his legs while the 
other-shot outwards and curved with all five fingers around the thickness of 
the base of his throbbing cock. She tugged lightly on the pliant, sensitive 
skin which made up the sheath of his prick shaft, and then she snuggled up 
close, again pressing her resilient breasts on his knees and against the 
insides of his thighs while getting her mouth into position over the 
blood-engorged crown. "Oh, just look at it!" she exclaimed, her lips only a 
hot breath away from surrounding the expanded, mushroom cap of his cock. 
"It's sooo large! Mmmmm, yes!" 

She dove for it, her thick moist lips caressing the tip first and quickly 
sliding down the side of the shaft to where her small fist held the rooty 
base, and then she licked up the topside of the hard prick, outlining the 
pulsing blue vein with the tip of her tongue and arriving delicately, 
leaving feathery splayed wet lashes around the underside of the thickened 
crown. She pulled away teasingly and watched the effects of her work: his 
prick jerked spasmodically and then stopped. 

"You bitch," he snarled, loving every bit of her handy oral prowess, "you 
know your stuff, eh?" 

"Oh, honey," she cooed, "when I see a cock like that and get a chance, I 
don't fool around." 

"Well then," he growled, "Let's see how really good you are!" 

His hands lashed out like a boxer's quick fists at the beginning of a fight, 
and he gripped around the nape of her neck and pulled her tightly into his 
crotch, pushing the head of his hardened cock up at her lips and popping 
quickly into place inside the heated, forbidden sanctuary of her hot wet 
mouth. 

"Uuuhhh, fuck!" she gagged for a moment as the full, spongy tip pressed like 
a bathtub plug into the back socket of her young inner throat, "uuuuhhhh, 
fuck!" 

He whipped his hips upwards, stuffing her inner neck repeatedly with quick 
sharp stabs from his hard-thrusting hot-throbbing cock. He was intent on 
showing her just a little more about the fine art of sucking, on breaking 
her pride just a little so as to make sure that she didn't think she knew 
more than he did. 

He held her firmly around the back of the neck, his fingers laced the way a 
person might hold his own knee, only he had her head in this manner, and he 
had her pulled tight into his crotch. Her mouth was stretched widely around 
the head and shaft of his cock, and his prick cap bulged in the satiny 
hollow of her sleek, moist cheek. He could feel his spongy, throbbing 
cock-head sliding along the soft inner layer of soaking flesh which made up 
the bellowing portion of her mouth. 

"Now," he groaned, "oh, yeah, now you're working at it real nice, Mrs. 
Garner. Now you're showing me what you know, eh?" 

She liked being forced into a little more defilement than she'd bargained 
for, and a fresh crop of chills grew up out of her body and climbed her 
spine, exploding marvelously in her eroticized brain. "Mmmmm," she hummed, 
craning her neck and forcing him to allow her to change positions slightly. 

Oh, yeah, good! Now she's really getting into it ... Look at those lips! 
Look at the way she moves her head ... Yeah, this is more like it ... 
Mmmmmm. . . 

From his position sitting on the edge of the couch with his thighs spread 
wide to accommodate Mrs. Garner's hungrily sucking mouth, he could see the 
way his cock penetrated into her face in graphic detail. The bulbous, 
pulsing blue-vein which ran from the base of his prick along the topside of 
the throbbing shaft looked like the tracing of a river on a road-map, and it 
disappeared, along with the rest of his hot cock, inside her squeezing, wet 
lips. Her hand was cupped under his tightened, galvanized scrotum, squeezing 
with her long, light fingers at his lust-hardened balls within. Her other 
hand held tightly to his prick and massaged and milked it for the pleasure 
it gave her. She was lapping at him like a baby-calf at a cow's teat. 

"Oh, honey," he groaned, flopping back on the sofa and giving way to the 
terrific sensual lustings she was sucking out of his body, "I can't stand it 
... Oh, yeah ... suck me ... suck me right on fucking off, honey ... just 
... suck ... hard ... NOW!" 

And with that, with no further warning for either of them, his aching 
blue-balls exploded like Chinese crackers, firing off a whip-lashing spasm 
which bolted up his long hot cock like lightning and thunder, and inside her 
throat the young, illicit housewife felt a searing hot splash of semen 
splattering against the back of her oral tube. 

Hungrily, desperately and voraciously she sucked down the wad after hot wad 
of cum which came flooding into her mouth like a flash-flood of jism, and 
there seemed to be no end to the hot white gushing flow. No matter how hard 
she sucked, no matter how quickly she attempted to swallow down all of the 
hot semen, there just seemed to be more and more of the sticky stuff, and 
before long her lust-bloated cheeks were bellowing out with the soupy cum, 
and there was no more getting it all down ... it just went running out the 
seam between her lips and his prick, the smoky white jism dripping in little 
rivulets from the corners of her red puffed lips while his cock continued 
its long winded wild throb in her mouth, spouting more and more of the 
live-giving sticky substance until she had to back away in fear that she 
would gag ... but his hands were around the back of her neck and she 
couldn't get free of their terrible tight clasp on her and she was forced to 
breathe the cum into her swallowing esophagus until he was done fucking her 
there... 

Finally, he let her loose and she gasped and panted for breath like a woman 
come up from under water, barely able to call herself alive, nearly having 
suffocated. He was laying back panting himself while she was catching her 
breath from the exhausting blow-job and voracious sucking she'd been forced 
to do on his long hard once-spent cock. 

"You're really something!" was the young wife's surprising response when she 
finally found it in her to speak again. 

He watched her rising and falling breasts, the little pink nipples all hard 
and tensed with sexual excitement, and he knew he'd only scratched the 
surface with her, that he'd only just begun to touch her deeply hidden real 
feverish passions. 

"What do you mean?" he asked her. "That I'm really something-what do you 
mean?" 

"I mean, I thought I was liberated and all, but now, now the way I see how 
you like to get sucked off, well, I guess I've still got some things to 
learn." She was eyeballing his softening, deflating prick. A small drip of 
cum rested on the red tip of the spongy cap. 

"There's something you can learn right now," he told her softly, reaching 
down and cupping her soft full white breasts with the palms of his hands, 
squeezing her heated breasts until they flowed through and between his 
fingers like a special kind of flesh dough. "You can learn how to please a 
man after you've sucked him off." 

"How," she said, her eyes already knowingly inspecting the sperm-spent 
testicles of his scrotum and the folding accordion-like flesh of his 
deflating cock. "How can I please you now?" 

"Clean me." He watched for the response on her face. He smiled lecherously 
and waited for a moment. "Use your tongue right now to finish getting the 
rest of my prick all satisfied and clean me." 

She smiled as though she'd expected him to ask this of her, and she realized 
that however liberated she thought herself to be, she was certainly going to 
be learning something more from this strangely experienced salesman. 
"Alright," she said, taking his softening cock in her fingers and lightly 
pressing it until the drop of cum appeared full on the red tip of his spongy 
cap. She leaned down then and spread her moist thick lips around the bulbous 
tip and took it into her face and began sucking again, this time mildly and 
softly, slowly and deliberately and with a kind of undulatingly perfect 
rhythm. She was milking his prick and his lust-ached balls entirely and 
totally dry of the hot sticky substance they contained. 

At first she merely used the soft prick cap between her lips, rolling it 
between her tongue and her hungrily squeezing gums and lips, and then she 
realized that the cock was again firming and thickening, like a long 
balloon, filling up in her very mouth, taking on shape again. 

"Oh, God," she said, holding it out of her face in one lightly clenching 
fist, "it's getting hard again, Dick. It's getting fat!" 

"Mmmmm, see why you have to clean it up nice?" He smiled at her with a 
lascivious, debauched grin. "I'm going to show you more than one or two 
things, sweet little lady. You're going to get the whole, entire lesson! Now 
go on and suck it some more, only use your tongue. Use your tongue like a 
paint brush!" 

At first she didn't know what he meant, but then she got the hang of it, 
using her tongue like a brush which was coated with saliva. She would begin 
a the base of his stiffening cock and lick upwards along one long side of 
the shaft. It was hard for her to tell which was hotter and wetter, her long 
rubbery saliva-giving tongue or his hot throbbing glistening pink cock 
shaft. She loved the little rounded ridges of cartilage which made the 
fleshy stalk so firm and thick in her fist and between her lips when she 
sucked on it, and in a way she was awfully glad that the first sucking had 
turned out not to be the only sucking! Her lips clamped onto the thing like 
a blood-sucker, and she wanted to hold it there in her mouth forever, 
licking and rubbing it with her tongue, sucking on it like it was her very 
own strangely shaped teat, a long, hard life-giving cock for her voraciously 
hungry wet lips... 

Dick could see that the young housewife was getting especially excited by 
having this second opportunity to suck off his cock. He asked her simply, "I 
guess your husband never showed you how much he liked to have you lick and 
suck him, eh?" 

She was panting around his prick when she removed it from her mouth to say, 
"He's so shy ... I wish I'd known ... But I don't think there's any changing 
him really..." And in fact she wasn't the least bit interested in changing 
her husband, especially not right at that moment while she had such a big 
thick prick in her fingers, not while she could go sliding her tongue up and 
down the thickness of this one hard cock right in front of her... 

She started to make another love-starved dive for the big throbbing cock 
when Dick told her softly, "I think there's something else you can do for me 
with your body and with your tongue if you want to try it." 

"What?" she asked, abandonment evident in her lusty young voice as she 
looked up from the reddened beefy tip to his eyes. "What could I do for 
you?" 

"You lay down on the carpet there and spread your legs out. I'll get on top 
of you and you'll see." 

She reluctantly released his cock and climbed quickly onto the floor and 
spread her legs the way he said to. He got down on top of her and pressed 
his prick into the soft, rolling valley between her comely, voluptuous 
breasts. He stroked up along one mountainous mound of creaminess and then 
down the other. Then he took her hands and showed her how she could press 
her own breasts around his cock, squeezing them against the rolling shaft 
while he worked piston-like up and down in the velvet groove between her 
breasts, the blood-engorged head of his cock sometimes pressing into the 
softness of her chin. 

"I can lick you," she panted at one point, stretching her tongue out and 
down so as to be able to meet his stiffness as it emerged from the soft 
hollow between her enveloping breasts, "Oh, yes, bring it up here ... " And 
he drew his cock all the way up to her face again, his balls brushing 
lightly along the tip of her right breast's excited little nipple while his 
cock-head luxuriated in the warm wet confines of her thick hot wet lips and 
sliding rubbery tongue. 

"Ooooooohh ... uuuuuuuuhhhh ... now you've got it, Mrs. Garner ... Now you 
know what to do ... That's the way..." 

He looked down and between her head and his belly in order to see the way 
she was using her tongue to lick his cock-head. She had her tongue pressed 
flat along the underside of his bulging red mushroom tip, and sometimes she 
lashed at the thickened rim while other times she went slopping up and down 
the pistoning shaft, but whatever her technique she was always sure to keep 
her tongue somehow or other wetly in contact with the head or skewering 
shaft of his throbbing cock. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh, fuck," she cried out pantingly around his maneuvering prick, 
debauchery evident in her lusty young voice; "give it to me ... now! Give it 
to me!" 

He climbed upwards in an effort to satisfy her suddenly feverish oral needs, 
and his prick went flopping temporarily out of control around the entrance 
to her mouth, bouncing around on her nose and then at her cheek and once on 
her chin before finally locating properly on her thick moist lips. She 
frantically grabbed for it like a hungry infant trying to get her hands on a 
hot thing to suck, and the head went zooming down into her well-filled 
gullet. 

"Uuhhhhhhhh ... God," she mouthed around and around the hot, poking cock 
which now plugged her inner neck with the spongy cap, spearing deeply 
downwards into the depths of her oral tube. "Uuuuhhhhhh ... fuck ... r 

"Yeah," he said, watching his balls smacking lightly on her chin as he 
drilled down into her neck, spearing her tonsils and her throat as heartily 
as possible. And then slowly he pulled his prick out of her mouth, 
withdrawing. She whined after it as the spongy tip left her tongue and moved 
away, out of reach of her lips and her suddenly empty fingers. "W-Wh-What 
happened?" she wanted to know, opening her lustfully closed eyes in fear of 
being abandoned. "W-Wh-What are you doing?" 

"I'm gonna fuck you for a little while, baby, that's all. Just take it easy, 
eh? I just want to go dipping in there for some of the real McCoy." He eyed 
the triangular patch of curly black pubic hair which camouflaged and 
silhouetted the hotly puckered glistening lips marking the entrance to her 
cunt. "I'm gonna check out what's hot down there!" 

He climbed around her voluptuous body, purposefully rubbing against her 
milk-white breasts with his thighs as he positioned himself above her cunt, 
head first. "I think maybe a little lick might be in order first?" he 
suggested tantalizingly to the young housewife. "Just a little tongue tease 
to get you started, eh, Mrs. Garner?" 

"Oh, yes, Dick, please?" she begged, remembering the last time he'd done her 
the favor of pressing his tongue into her vagina. It was like nothing she'd 
ever experienced before, and for sure her prudish husband would never do 
such a vile thing. Even she had once regarded oral sex of that sort as vile 
and disgusting, so now to have Dick say that he would do something so 
pleasing, right there on the spot, was enough in itself to send a series of 
hot flashing chills up and down her spine. 

"Oh, do it, Dick," she cried excitedly at him as he positioned her thighs 
with his two, strongly masculine hands. "Eat me, Dick! I just love it like 
that ... You're the first who ever ... Oh ... oh ... oh..." It was nothing 
less than the feel of Dick Blaster's thumbs peeling her labia open which 
sent Mrs. Garner into such paroxysms of lustful joy. The feel of his tongue 
would come next, she knew, that heavenly stimulator working between the 
slippery leaves of her vaginal channel ... "Come on," she cried out, "do it 
... do it ... I need it ... ! " 

He pressed the slippery swollen pink lips out so as to keep her clit in 
ready sight, and then he pressed downwards, jamming his tongue up against 
the hot buttery nub itself. He wetted it with three quick licks, and then, 
eyeing it once more the way a bull inspects the matador's red cloth flag, he 
dove head first and took on the twitching hotly galvanized flesh itself. He 
located the clitoris between his moistly sucking lips and tugged at it; 
inside his mouth he waved his tongue back and forth across the little 
swollen tip of flesh until it stood on end like a freshly squeezed nipple. 
He mouthed it and teethed at it, just to add spice to his vagina licking. 

"Oh, Christ!" exclaimed Mrs. Garner, unable to contain the wild lust which 
burned like brush fire in her feverish loins. Her curvy hips snapped 
upwards, desirously pressing for more of Dick Blaster's sweetly undulating 
tongue work against the inside walls and stimulated clitoris of her cunt. "I 
need it ... I need ... it!" she repeatedly intoned. "Oh, suck me, Dick ... 
suck me..." 

Suddenly she discovered flopping around next to her writhing shoulders his 
hotly throbbing prick, and with one quick hand she tossed the head of the 
hearty cock into her mouth and squeezed down tight with her hungrily 
devouring lips, thus fulfilling another of her erotically inclined bodily 
holes. "Ooooohhh," she vibrated on the muscular blue-veined cock as it 
penetrated for the second time that night into the deep confines of her 
sweetly swallowing neck, "mmmmmm-mmmmmmmm." 

The vibratious chills rising up in Dick's cock caused by the illicit 
housewife's hot sucking gave his scrotal sack a quick, adrenal shock, one 
which tightened up every muscle in Blaster's body. With this special, 
feverly inspiration, speared his rubbery wet tongue into the deep folds of 
the young woman's cunt, giving her swelled red labia between his lips an 
especially good sucking, a kind of hearty licking and mouthing proportional 
to the hot thrills he was feeling from plunging his cock into her throat! 

Ye Gods! he creamed in his brain, she's getting so good I'm gonna have to 
put her on the street or somethin' ... this is too good to believe ... oh, 
suck me, honey ... suck me into bliss baby...! Oh, yeah ... and her cunt, 
too ... it's got a nice smell ... not like Margo's porridge ... none of that 
fish odor here. . . ! Oh, yeah ... this is sweet lickin' ... sweet lickin' 
... and fine suckin'. . . ! 

And then an idea exploded in Blaster's brain, an idea so brilliant and so 
powerful that it struck him as the best thinking he'd done in ages: "Hey," 
he blurted into Mrs. Garner's hot wet pussy, "I figured out how we can all 
sort of help each other." 

"Uuhhhh, fuck," grunted the young housewife, desperately wondering what was 
the matter that the licking had stopped between her thighs, "what? What are 
you stopping for?" 

"Never mind," he snarled at her open wet labia, "just keep sucking me and 
I'll tell you when we're finished." He dove back into the sweet folds of her 
cunt, spearing the lips with his wet slicing tongue, and a moment later was 
enjoying the rhythmic, cradle-like rocking of her sensuous pelvis. He 
reached under her well-rounded buttocks and clasped the creaminess of each 
cheek with out-stretched fingers, kneading the ass-cheek flesh and spreading 
out the spilled mixture of juices (his saliva, her clit juice), working it 
into the slick, globular rounds of her moon-shaped buttocks. "Oh, honey," he 
whispered between licks in her pubic vee, "I think we're gonna have 
ourselves a real time of it ... Mmmmmm, yeah ... yeah!" Back into the satiny 
flesh of her cuntal lips he pressed his long, wet tongue, and he drew 
upwards until once again locating the bright, pink nub of her clitoris. He 
slid his tongue around and around it and then sucked the little sex-buzzer 
with his lips until Mrs. Garner could no longer stand the intensity. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God! No ... Oh! God...! " she cried repeatedly, her pelvis 
flipping up and down in sudden obvious ecstasy, spasmodically expressing the 
inner fire which burned and suddenly exploded in her loins. "Uuuuuhhh ... 
fuck aaaaaiiiiiieeeee!" Realizing that the young housewife was experiencing 
a full-fledged hot gushing cum, the salesman took hold of her clit with his 
teeth and sucked up all of the pussy flesh he could get into his mouth. A 
moment later the tensed, orgasmic woman settled down into a spent fleshy 
heap, her body completely and suddenly relaxed. She panted for breath while 
Dick Blaster climbed away from her body and leaned up against the living 
room sofa. He still had a rather large, throbbing erection. 

Mrs. Garner looked in the salesman's direction, her lovely white breasts 
still rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her wide-spread loins 
were glistening wet, and her cunt looked as though the labia had been peeled 
open and made to swell to maximum size. The fleshy lips were red and burning 
bright-hot. "My cunt," she moaned, "oh, my cunt..." 

"Doesn't he ever eat you?" Dick asked softly. 

"Not like that," she said, shaking her head and wiping her brow of the sheen 
of sweat which had appeared there. "Never like that!" 

"Well, it's your lucky day," said Blaster. "Now listen to me, I've got an 
idea, one that might just help both of us." 

"What?" 

"Well, did you ever do it with a woman." 

"Hunh?" 

"You heard me," said the salesman. "Did you ever screw with another woman." 

Mrs. Garner blushed and looked away. 

"Don't be ashamed," said Blaster. "In fact, I'm glad you did." 

She turned and looked back at him. "It was in college. I didn't like it so 
much but-" 

"But you didn't mind it so much, either," he said softly. 

She closed her eyes and shook her head up and down. "Yes, that's right. I 
felt so ashamed about it. I never told anyone before." 

"You're gonna get a chance to do it without feeling ashamed," he said, a 
lascivious grin coming onto his face. "I'm gonna introduce you to a very 
lovely lady who needs to take advantage of your experience, Mrs. Garner. 
It's gonna be my going away present for her!" 

"Say, I don't know if I really want to do it with another woman," she said. 
"Really, I don't think it's such a hot idea at all." 

"Don' be silly," he said. "You're gonna love it. Besides, I'll be right 
there with you." 

"But who's the woman?" asked Mrs. Garner, willing to think about it now 
since Dick was going to be with her. 

"A friend of mine," he said, a big cheerful smile coming sadistically to 
play on his lips. "A kind of a friend." 

"But who?" 

"Margo. My wife," said the salesman. "You and me and my wife are gonna get 
it on." 

"But you said she's so shy!" protested Mrs. Garner. 

"She won't be when we get finished with her," said the salesman. "She won't 
be when we get finished..." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The only light in the Blaster living room was that flickering from the TV 
screen. Stretched out on the living room sofa, her long, shapely legs 
appearing steely and sharp like a pair of scissors in the electric blue of 
the flickering screen, Margo pouted and complained to herself. 

If he wanted me just for sex, he should have told me that three months ago 
before the wedding ... What kind of husband keeps secrets and doesn't tell 
his own bride about the kind of thing he's been involved in...? And running 
out on me now, in the middle of the night, after what I've done for him, 
sacrificing myself to that heel Stag...! It's awful ... It's vile and 
disgusting...! 

She turned on the sofa, pulling her little green housecoat open slightly so 
as to be able to look down the long smooth tautness of her trim belly and 
naked pubic mound. I have a nice body, she told herself. And I don't have to 
put up with such abuse from him! 

The ringing telephone startled Margo out of her thoughts. She answered, 
leaning down over the phone which was right beside her at the sofa, and 
listened to the steady gravelly voice of Elmer Stag. "It's time for you to 
perform another little chore for me, Mrs. Blaster. I think it's just about 
time, eh? You husband has a new territory now, doesn't he? Just like I said! 
And he's making some more money, eh? Your marriage should be going just 
about fine, right?" 

"As a matter-of-fact," she blurted, "it's going awful! And I don't care who 
you tell about his arrest record and his convictions! You can fire him, for 
all I care, Stag! You know what I mean? I just don't give a damn!" She 
slammed the phone down on the hook, and, suddenly aware of what she'd done, 
burst into tears, crying and sobbing at what was going to happen to the man 
she loved, Dick Blaster, her husband. 

The phone rang again, loud and clear. "Hullo?" Margo answered sorrowfully. 

"I wanted to give you a second chance, Mrs. Blaster," said the persistent 
M.L.A. administrator. 'What do you say now? I don't think you really want to 
wreck your husband's life, do you?" 

"N-N-No," stammered the young woman, unable to hold back her sobbing tears. 
"Y-Y-You can come over whenever you want. He's not here, and I don't think 
he's coming back ever ... I'll be here..." She hung up and sat on the edge 
of the sofa, the silky green housecoat open, her lovely, well-rounded 
breasts hanging softly down and bouncing slightly as she slowly but surely 
collected herself. 

* * * 

"You made the right decision, Mrs. Blaster," said Elmer Stag as he stepped 
past her into the living room for the small, poorly furnished and 
undecorated apartment. "Yes, ah, yes, you made the best decision possible," 
said the administrator as he inspected the cracked paint on the walls and 
the shabby carpeting. "Ah, why don't you put something else on and we'll go 
back to my place at the Century Plaza?" 

"No," she said, shutting the door, "this is my house, and this is where I 
want to do it." She'd combed her long, silky hair, but that was all the 
preparation she'd made on behalf of the M.L.A. executive. Her housecoat was 
more or less closed, but it left most of her luscious, soft skin in naked 
view. 

"Well, as you like," said Elmer Stag, "why don't we start right away, eh?" 
He looked at his watch. "I have a somewhat busy schedule." 

Margo smiled. "Of course." She led him into the bedroom and stood at the 
foot of the bed watching him undress. He was quick and mechanical, removing 
first his jacket, then his tie and shirt, shoes and socks, his belt, his 
trousers. Then he stood there, naked except for his cotton underwear, a 
large protuberant bulge outlined in the crotch of his drawers. 

"Well," she said, "you don't waste anytime, do you?" 

"No, I don't," he said simply, slicking back some of his silver-gray hair. 
His eyes had that same watery look, like they were floating in the sockets, 
that she'd remembered of him from before. He gazed at her long smooth legs, 
as they were the most exposed part of her body. "Why don't you take off that 
little coat, Margo," he said softly, "and we'll get started..." 

She looked blankly at him as he began to remove his underwear. "N-N-No," she 
said, "I've changed my mind!" 

He cackled softly and just kept undressing. 

"Don't you hear me?! " she exclaimed, quickly becoming hysterical. 

"Oh, yes, I heard you Margo," he said, naked now, his large, pulsing cock 
stiffening and flopping between his aging thighs, "but I don't think you 
know exactly what you're saying." He stepped closer to her. 

"N-NO!" she groaned. "I'm not going to do that!" 

"What?" he asked, his hands unfolding in front of him, palms up. "What 
aren't you going to do?" He had a lascivious grin on his thick, moist lips, 
and the corners of this lecherous smile were wet, glistening, like his 
watery eyeballs. 

"Any of it!" she moaned, the tops of her lovely rounded breasts swelling 
upwards into view. "I don't want to have sex with you. That's all there is 
to it!" 

She started to move to go around him, but he grabbed her by the arms and 
said in a quick, angry hiss, "It's not that easy any more, Mrs. Blaster. 
Don't you see? I'm here, in your bedroom, and you're here, and your 
husband's away ... There's just nothing that can stop it now, don't you 
know? Nothing." He smiled broadly and leaned forward, pressing his lips to 
Margo's numb mouth. For a moment he held his face against hers like that, 
and then suddenly, sharply, he jerked away and smacked her quickly twice 
across the face with an open, slapping palm. The two cracks, the suddenness, 
the bolt of double-pain that rattled in her brain-it all shook Margo into 
hysterical sobbing and fearfulness. The M.L.A. executive pressed forward, 
this time kissing Margo's open, hysterical mouth with full force, and she 
was made to hold back her sobbing and her tears, to submit to the 
humiliating kissing that the older man wanted from her. 

"Oh, yes," he said, pulling away a moment later, smacking his lips and 
watching her collect herself, wiping a tear or two from her pained eyes, 
"that's much better, Mrs. Blaster. Much, much better. Now take off that 
little coat of yours and sit on the side of the bed like a good girl." 

She followed his directions like a slave-girl being sent to the quarry. Not 
once on her way over to the side of the small, lumpy mattress did she look 
at his blood-engorged member. Reluctantly dutiful, she sat and waited, 
unable to bring even a protestant whimper out of her lust-fearing throat. 

Stag smiled and cheerfully joined her on the side of the bed. He noted that 
at this distance he could smell the pungent odor of her cunt, the vapors 
rising from it filled the small, over-heated room with its aroma. "Yes, my 
dear," he said softly in his gravelly voice as his hand reached out and took 
hold of the long, smooth slick of the top of her full thigh, "this is going 
to be very, very nice..." 

She shuddered with the first touch of his squeezing bony fingers to her leg. 
There was something lewd about the way he touched her even, the way his 
moist palm and softly clutching fingers felt as he squeezed at her supple 
thigh. And now with his other hand he was reaching for her breast, actually 
taking the white creamy roundness of it in his palm and softly lifting it 
upwards until he decided to crush it against her. 

"Oh, God, no!" she whimpered. "Please ... I don't want to, Mr. Stag. Can't 
we do something else? Couldn't I do something else for you?" 

He looked down at her long tapering legs and searched what he could see of 
her sandy-blonde pubic hairs for the fissure of her vagina. "Spread your 
legs, Mrs. Blaster," he told her. "Climb up on the bed here and spread your 
legs." His voice was cold, metallic, commanding and gloomy. 

She sat back on the bed as he directed and before she had a chance to follow 
his instructions entirely, he pressed his palms onto the insides of her 
thighs and pulled her open. 

"Oh, God, no, please," she begged, her voice trembling with fear. "I don't 
want to ... I can't ... Mr. Stag ... Please..." 

The aging executive, however, persisted in spreading the young woman's 
milk-white thighs, and when he had her cunt obscenely in view, he pressed 
his fingers toward it until just the tips of his bony digits were in contact 
with the puckering pink lips of her hair-lined fissure. 

"Oh, no," she moaned, like a child who has suddenly realized something 
awful, "oh, no ... no..." Her head rocked left and right on the pillow, back 
and forth, shaking and crying out in the mixed agony of imminent defeat and 
submission to something longed for and resisted heartfully. His pressing 
fingers sprang up along the sweetly wetted lips of her inflamed pussy, 
seeking what he knew would be her moist, twitching clitoris. Her nakedly 
splayed legs writhed closed and clasped at his fingering efforts, so he 
reached into the flesh breach between her full hot thighs and tugged one of 
her legs back and away, prying her resistant body open so that he could once 
again get access to her fleecy curls and to the hot pink lips which those 
pubic hairs camouflaged. Her thrashing legs tired quickly and he was able to 
take his time finger-fucking her cunt and locating the best position for 
stimulating her aroused, stiffened clitoris. 

"Uuuuuuhh," she cried out, trying to deny the animal frenzy which welled up 
in her fire-raging loins. "No more, please ... no more!" But her begging and 
her pleading was sounding so futile that even Margo herself didn't believe 
it. It was hopeless and she was giving way, submitting to the pleasure of 
the humiliating rubbing on her fleshy lips and in and out of her sizzling 
cleft. Soon the fingering felt like a prick, and the digital ravishment of 
her lewdly spread labia became more and more desirable. Her body was 
committing the kind of treason which would take her down the road to the 
final submission, to the point where she would end up begging him for what 
she'd once adored! 

"Aaaaggghhhhh, no!" she cried out once more in realization of what she was 
submitting to. Hot salty tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks and 
scalded her face as she thrashed in vain to escape the probing which ravaged 
her cunt no matter how she tried to prevent it. 

"Just take it easy, Margo," said the low gravelly voice of the seducer, his 
face filling with a crimson blush and sensual heat from the feel of Margo's 
slippery little channel beginning to contract and secrete involuntarily 
around his thrusting fingers. He had no less than two digits within the 
elastic ring of her stretching labia, and he was working on applying a third 
to the tight little socket of her hot, slippery cunt. The pussy flesh was 
wet and almost oily to the touch, and the feel of it was making the 
administrator's cock stiff and hot. 

"You're gonna get yourself some real nice fucking in a minute, Margo, so 
just hold your horses, eh? Just hold on..." Her curvaceous hips rocked left 
and right as she writhed, squirmed under the attending pressure of his 
impaling fingers as they climbed snake-like in the cuntal flesh of her 
lust-provoked pussy. The oozing wetness of her inflamed cunt was further 
inspiration for his clutching fingers to hook on the inside of her pussy 
while his thumb took care of grinding out a pulse on her hearty little clit, 
which was by now flaming with desire. The little pussy button was lewdly 
twitching, irresistibly so to the older man's way of thinking, and he 
suddenly gave way to the temptation to climb down between Margo's comely 
thighs so as to be able to get himself a much-desired mouthful of her hot, 
buttery pussy flesh. He sucked up the little red clitoris with one quick 
gulp, and methodically began rolling it between his lips, teasingly tonguing 
it and occasionally nibbling. The young wife rocked up and down in terrible, 
fearful delight, unable to understand the source of her awful confusion, on 
the one hand wanting more and more of the incredible throbbing stimulating 
effects in her vagina, on the other feeling that she was the most debauched, 
depraved female in the world! 

"Awk! Fuck!" she hissed and whimpered, desperately thrashing and gasping for 
breath. "Oh, God ... Why did I let you in...? Why did I let you come 
here...?This isn't right." 

With her juices still wet on his lips, he climbed up from between her spread 
legs and landed his mouth around one of her swollen nipples, to take the 
little reddened tip in his lips and sucking it lightly while rolling the 
full, resilient flesh below with his hands, squeezing it with his fingers 
and plying it until it was fully aroused and coated with chills. 

Margo suddenly gave way to the passions ravaging her once-resistant flesh, 
and her lower pelvis began to roll rhythmically upwards like a ship in a 
tumultuous sea, her thighs spreading for balance, her heels digging in and 
anchoring her by the feet to the lumpy mattress while the graying executive 
took to pumping his fingers into the hair-rimmed cleft of her cunt, working 
her vagina once again for the final preparations. 

"Gimme your hand," he hissed in her ear, taking her fingers and pushing her 
down into his crotch, "and take hold of me down there until you're ready." 

Margo let him place her fingers where he wanted, down between their two 
bodies, thinking that she would refuse him everything else, but once she 
felt the throbbing stiffness in her fingers, she couldn't keep from 
squeezing the hotly forbidden prick, wrapping her fingers around it and 
tugging on the blood-engorged member until Elmer moaned with lascivious 
pleasure. 

"Oh, yeah ... shit, yes ... ahhhh, fuck," he grunted obscenely as his 
cunt-hungry cock accepted the jerking and squeezing which Margo 
uncontrollably performed with her long, slender fingers. He reached out and 
took her other hand and guided it down between their two sweating bodies and 
pressed her palm upwards into the vicinity of his scrotal sack. It wasn't 
but a moment before she was dutifully rolling his lust-wracked balls between 
her fingers, softly squeezing the aching orbs which were his sperm-laden 
fiery testicles! 

Suddenly, unable to any longer control the terrifically swelling passions in 
his muscled crotch, he lunged forward, even in her hands, and the 
blood-engorged crown of his throbbing cock spearheaded an attack on the 
puckering pink lips of her sweltering vagina. 

"Arrrrgghhh!" she grunted as he mercilessly pressured the sweetly enveloping 
shiny labia with the spongy helmet of his probing cock. 

"Spread it open, baby," he ordered her in a low, lusty whisper. "Get it 
ready!" 

Before she had a chance to respond to this repulsive command, Elmer reached 
his hand from the smoothness of her trim hip into the narrow humid space 
between their two bodies and dove with his fingers for the site of entry. He 
located her puckering wet labia and with his thumb and forefinger spread 
apart the two luscious wet vaginal petals and held them pried open while 
inserting the blood-engorged cap of his cock into the hot moist aperture 
itself. 

"Uuuhhh, please ... Elmer . . ! " she wailed as he lunged forward assailing 
her moistly squeezing cuntal flesh with his long hard cock, "n-n-nooooo!" 

His other hand shot down and off of her pelvis, wrapping around the smooth 
of her upper leg, taking hold of her sweetly moist thigh and then pushing 
under so as to cup and clutch at the full, white roundness of her left 
buttock, almost tearing at the sweetly gibbous cheek. His fingers next went 
sliding upwards in the crevice formed between her two plush buttocks, 
sliding along the long narrow slash which ran to the point just above her 
small, puckered anal ring. He stopped there and touched lightly at the 
entrance to her rectum with his forefinger while screwing his cock all the 
way down the length of her tight little slippery pussy channel. When he 
plunged the spongy cap of his prick into her smooth cervix, then he 
simultaneously pressured the tight elastic of her sphincter with his bony 
index finger and with a noisy wet pop gouged upwards into her unexpecting 
rectum! 

"Eeeeiiii ... arrrrgghhhh ... faaaaakkkk!" she wailed in agonizing sexual 
pain as the rampaging finger tore upwards inside the smoothness of her 
cheeky little ass-hole. 

"Oh, yeah," hissed the administrator, his finger plugging the woman's anal 
circle as best and as quickly as it could, "that's nice, eh? Oh, God, I sure 
like doing that! It's so tight!" 

She wiggled left and right in an effort to get away from his anally 
penetrating digit, but the more she fought it the more she suffered its 
terrible puncturing probing. And to add insult to injury, he was beginning 
to work his hot, throbbing cock in deeper and deeper strokes within the 
tight fleshy confines of her involuntarily contracting pussy. 

"Uuumph," she grunted softly, like a child being waken from sleep against 
her will, "no ... no, I don't want that ... Why are you doing that.. ! 
Please..." 

The older man continued his sadistic ravishment, however, his two-pronged 
attack on the girl's pelvis beginning to take effect. Her cuntal sheath 
began to moistly clasp and squeeze at his probing cock, and every time he 
pulled back to the elastic portal of her puckered lips marking the outside 
of her pussy, he could feel her slippery clitoris twitching against the 
rubbery thickened rim of his cockhead. "Oooh, yeah," he grunted, his finger 
buried to the second knuckle in the flesh of her forbidden rectum. "Yeah ... 
oh, yea ... mmmm ... nize!" 

Sure enough, her pelvis began to rock slowly up and down in marked cadence, 
voluntarily pumping on the thick, skewering cock as it worked with 
piston-like efficiency inside her slippery oozing wetness. From time to time 
his lust-bloated testicles slapped lightly on the wet up-turned cheeks of 
her ass flesh while inside her cunt his spongy cock-head slid here and there 
along the satiny walls of her deeply squeezing vagina! 

Oh, God, she's better than I thought she could be ... I can feel the inside 
of her rectum there with my finger ... and that ass flesh is so soft, so 
smooth ... and it's nice and juicy wet. . . 

Suddenly inspired, he extracted his finger from the inside of her anal 
passageway and used two hands to take hold of her ripe buttocks. He squeezed 
the cheeky buttocks and pressed them upwards so that she ended up impaled on 
his prick with her feet nearly straight up, her legs scissoring for balance 
open and closed on his upper chest. The feel of her clasping thighs trying 
to gain position around his torso gave him that much more of a thrill as he 
pumped his powerful ramrod prick into the most remote hollows of her tight 
little cunt. 

"Uuuuhhhh ... faaaaaaa-" she cried out as the heat raging in her loins 
passed up along her belly and gave way to severe spasmodic contractions in 
her chest and stomach. 

"Whhhhaaaa...." 

She didn't know what hit her, but he continued to shove his cock into her 
cunt as hard and as fast as he possibly could, working it cruelly, savagely 
inside the raging heat and slippery wetness of her softly milking pussy. Oh, 
she fits me like a glove, he murmured to himself ... like a satiny glove, 
fur-lined and hot! 

His prick ached and throbbed, and his hot, cum-carrying balls felt like they 
longed for the final explosion. He could picture himself firing up inside 
the slippery, satin-slick cuntal flesh with full force so as to fuck her 
into the final ecstasy. He wanted her begging for it, however, and he 
persisted in sliding his prick in and out of her pussy with animalish frenzy 
as he waited for the final, tell-tale irrational squeezing of his prick, the 
all-consuming lustful tug which would suck the cum right out of his 
rapturous throbbing cock! 

He thought she was about to do it, about to gush and cum herself when 
something terrible echoed in his ears and he thought for sure he was a dead 
man. He opened his eyes and stared into the frightened eyes of the 
adulterous housewife underneath him. She too look terrified, and then came 
the awful thing which Elmer Stag most feared: 

"Well, well, well," said Dick Blaster, a sadistic chuckle in his voice, 
"Look what we got here!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Oh my God!" hissed the M.L.A. administrator, starting up off of Margo's 
hot, voluptuous body. "I thought you said he was left for good." 

"Almost good," said Dick Blaster, pulling Mrs. Garner into the bedroom 
alongside him. "I just got one or two things more I want to tend to." He had 
a lewd smile on his lips as he began undoing his metal belt buckle. "Don't 
bother getting up, you two. In fact, Elmer baby, you just keep fucking her 
for me, will ya? I don't want to miss anything, you know. I want my wife 
good and hot for my farewell to married life." 

"What! I don't get it," grunted the stunned executive. "What are you talking 
about?" Now that Dick Blaster's anger was nothing to worry about, his prick 
began to grow again and under him young Margo could feel the heated cock 
getting large between her legs. 

"Oh, Dick, darling," she blurted, "I'm sorry ... He made me do it ... He 
said if I didn't you'd lose your job and he'd-" 

"Shut up, you two-timing bitch," Dick groused at Margo. "I'm sick of your 
prudishness, and I'm glad that someone finally got to layin' you the way you 
deserve. As far as our marriage goes, you can forget about it. I'm gonna do 
you one more big favor by fucking you ... and then I'm gettin' out of here 
once and for all. Me and Mrs. Garner are splittin'. You get the picture?" 

"What are you saying?" she cried hysterically. "What's going on? Oh, my God, 
what on earth is happening?" 

Suddenly the depravity of the scene grabbed at her heart and throat and 
nearly strangled her with remorse. She was on her back with her legs spread 
and a stranger's prick fucking her cunt, and her husband and some strange 
woman were undressing in her bedroom. It was too absurd, too much to 
believe, and yet it was really happening, and she suddenly found herself 
laughing and crying and sobbing all at once, and trying to worm free of the 
pressing hands which gripped her hips, away from the awful impaling 
thickness that filled and stabbed inside her cunt. 

"So this is what you do behind my back!" Dick was saying as he saw the look 
of horror crossing his young wife's face. "Well, we're gonna have some fun 
with you now, Margo. All three of us!" 

Elmer Stag was still a little beside himself, but he was following 
directions. He continued to fuck Margo while Mrs. Garner and Dick approached 
from opposite sides of the bed. Every now and then the M.L.A. executive 
apprehensively looked up and tried to figure out what to do next. 

"You're doing fine," said Dick Blaster, taking his own prick in hand and 
massaging the length of it with his long, experienced fingers until the cock 
turned hard and full of red, hot blood. The blue-vein on the topside pulsed 
obscenely. 

"You're doing real, real good, Mr. Stag. I kind of wondered how my wife got 
her info about me and my past, and now I know. So I thank you, see? 'Cause I 
just needed one little old excuse to get me out of this terrible frigid 
marriage of mine, and you and Margo gave it to me now. And now you're gonna 
help me one more time, too!" His prick was fully stiff when he said softly, 
"Turn her over." 

"What?" gasped Margo, staring up at Dick as it reverberated in her 
consciousness that Mr. Stag's hard penis was impaling her trembling vagina. 
"My God, Dick! Please! Get him off!" 

"No way, Margo. We only just started. You're gonna get the kind of fucking 
you really wanted, honey. All along in this marriage you been playin' me for 
a kind of dumb head hubby. Well, now you're gonna get the smart part of me. 
You're gonna get it from ol' Elmer here, too. And you're gonna give some to 
my new friend Mrs. Garner! It's gonna be a little gang-pleasure for all of 
us, 'cause you're such a lyin', cheatin' fucked-up little bitch..." 

"Please! Dick!" she moaned pathetically, "Dick, darling! I did it for you, 
honey ... I did it because ... Oh, God! NO! NO! AIEEEEE-HHHHHH!" 

It must have been just then that Elmer Stag's prick fully penetrated the 
young humiliated wife's hot pussy, because she let out such a wail that even 
Blaster was temporarily moved. But when it was over, he said simply to Stag, 
"Roll her over, Elmer. I'm gonna have myself some fun now." 

"What do you mean, roll her over? What the hell?" Then it dawned on Elmer 
Stag, too. "Oh, you mean in her..." His voice trailed off and his watery 
eyes lit up with fire. "You're even a little more depraved than I am, young 
man! I've got to hand it to you!" And with that he clutched at Margo's 
smooth-skinned hips and pulled the young wife over on top of him so that he 
now fucked upwards into her cunt instead of down. 

In this new position Margo suddenly believed that she could escape the hold 
of the older M.L.A. executive, and she began to writhe for freedom. But no 
sooner had she begun to do a push-up in order to escape the terrible 
stiffened prick which fucked up into her soft pussy flesh, when from behind 
two hands pressed on her buttocks and forced her back down onto the 
impaling, turgid stiffness. 

"Oh, God, no!" she shuddered, but there was no stopping any of it. Dick 
Blaster had climbed onto the bed between the backs of his wife's slender 
thighs, and he was pushing her gibbous cheeks, holding the two hearty 
buttocks apart as Elmer Stag's glistening prick shined and pistoned upwards 
into the wet trembling flesh of her gapping pussy. 

"Go on," Dick told her, his two large hands working the creamy cheeks of her 
ass, "squeeze that cunt, baby. Really rub it. Give him what he wants." He 
rolled her pelvis up and down by clutching her cheeks, forcing his wife to 
fuck the other man's cock with her pussy. He controlled her cunt. 

"Now," he said, "I'm gonna get me some of what I want!" 

"No ... no, Dick ... please don't humiliate me like that," she pleaded, 
tears falling down her face while at the same time she felt the unwanted 
lust building up inside her nakedly trembling body again. God help me, she 
groaned to herself, but I want it. I want them to fuck my pussy and my ass 
... at the same time ... how can that be? The impact of these thoughts 
assailed her shamed body, and she fought desperately to keep control of her 
lewd desires. 

"It'll kill me," she cried out at Dick as he slid lewdly across the rounded 
slicks of her exposed buttocks, his cock seemingly pre-lubricated with some 
kind of wetness. Then she realized that the other woman had gone down on 
Dick's cock, had sucked it just then into wetness and that that was why he 
was wet and sliding between her cheeks. "No, Dick," she spoke hysterically, 
barely able to say more than one word at a time, "you-just-can't-do-that ... 
You-just-can't-Dick..." She sounded like some sort of mechanical female, 
unable to make sense. 

She moaned despairingly, but even as she pleaded for mercy she felt her 
gaping loins tingling with a forbidden hunger which threatened to unhinge 
her mind. The very idea of having her husband's boss shooting his cock into 
her hotly pulsing vagina while her husband himself sodomized her was the 
most obscene thing she'd ever heard of. Besides, she couldn't take his thick 
shaft inside her tiny anal opening! It would split her wide open, break her 
in two, destroy her! 

Using both hands now, and his wet cock to go sliding some more, Dick and his 
wife's buttocks spread wide and split open so that a cool breeze of air 
rushed into the narrow canyon which housed the small elastic orifice. Just 
revealing the defensively puckering rectum to his lust-filled eyes was a 
turn-on for Dick. "You held back so many times, honey. You just shouldn't 
have put me off like that," he said, staring wantonly into the lewd crevice 
of her buttocks. He kneaded the fleshy mounds and rocked his hardened cock 
back and forth. His blood-engorged crown went skimming along the crests of 
her gibbous 

"Ohhhhh ... noooooo," she groaned as he reached down and lifted her smooth 
thighs upwards until they were pressed against his hips, folding her legs 
double, her heels touching his naked back. He had her like a wheelbarrow. 
Down below she could feel Mr. Stag's warmly pulsing hardness impaling her 
quivering cunt from underneath, while up above Dick had begun to make his 
first assault on her virginal anal opening. 

In spite of her low moans of protest, Margo felt him tearing at her 
sensitive flesh until she thought it would rip her apart. She made an effort 
to jerk her ass-cheeks away from him, but a combination of fright and hungry 
lust weakened her determination to get away. 

"Don't do that, Dick ... you're hurting me," she moaned in helpless shame as 
her body continued to betray her mind's wishes. 

"God damn it, Mr. Stag, I think you missed out when you started fiddling 
with my wife's cunt. You know what I mean? You ought to feel up her little 
ass, if you think you got something going under her there! Hehn, hehn, 
hehn!" 

Stag looked up from under Margo and eyed Dick Blaster and his lewdly 
grinning smile. "I think maybe when you're done, Dick, if you don't mind. . 
. ? " 

"Sure, Mr. Stag. By then I won't give a damn what you do with her!" And with 
that Dick slammed forward, jamming his hot throbbing cock at the soft rectal 
flesh of his wife's ass. His face was a mask of obscene lust as he jammed 
his prick ruthlessly forward, inch by inch tearing into the dry anal flesh. 
"It's puckering," he grunted, "it's puckering and getting ready to let me 
all the way in ... just a little more umph and I'll be ... all ... the way 
... in..." 

"Please ... please ... Mr. Stag," pleaded Margo, her ass burning with the 
fire of Dick's hot cockhead as it pushed further and harder into the rubbery 
grip of her sphincter, "please, make him stop ... I'll do anything for you 
... I'll do anything ... Oh, God, please ... PLEASE STOP FUCKING MY 
ASSSSSSSSSSSSS!! ! " 

But the man underneath only held her tighter as her husband's vengeful prick 
worked harder still to break into the inner ring of her trembling buttocks. 
"Get busy, Stag," he ordered the M.L.A. administrator as his throbbing cock 
jerked in anxious passion. The mere thought of double-fucking his 
once-prudish wife was too lascivious for words, and unless they really got 
going strong he was going to cum and waste this once-in-a-lifetime-moment on 
the outside. The incredible pressure on the head of his cock was nearly too 
much; it was a combination of the inner urges welling up in his lust-wracked 
balls, the aching for explosion, along with the long, hard work that was 
required to break once and for all into the cherry elastic of that tough 
little rubber ring. "I'm gonna get in there," he told her. "I'm gonna get in 
... and I'm gonna break you clean-wideapart, Margo ... you're gonna get what 
you deserve, honey ... you're gonna GET ... WHAT ... YOU ... DESERVE!" 

He slammed forward, hoping that his lubricated cockhead could break through 
and stroke down into her smooth heavenly rectum. 

"It hurts ... Nooooo ... No don't do it anymore ... I'm sorry, darling ... 
No more ... Don't. . . " She moaned helplessly as she made an effort to jerk 
away from his strongly clutching ass-filled palms. She had to escape the two 
men before she was hurt any more by them. If he got it into her tiny little 
rectum, his penis would kill her ... and besides, that cock in her cunt was 
exciting her so much already ... she'd explode ... it would be too much ... 
it was too much humiliation to think about both of those huge, blue-veined 
cocks jammed throbbingly into her cunt and her ass. . . ! 

"Don't you understand," she begged them to listen between hearty strokes of 
the pulsating penis in her pussy, while trying to overcome the assailing 
prick at her anal opening, "that you'll ruin me? Dick, please ... think 
about what you're doing ... Think about-Oh, no. . . ! Nooooooo..." 

Dick was going crazy with lust as he stared down at the bouncing little iris 
of her anus nestled in the gaping crevice between her ass-cheeks. His spongy 
tip of his stiffened saliva-coated prick was poised at the puckering hole in 
readiness for the final impalement, but he was frozen into gazing by the 
magnetism of the obscenity in front of him. 

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," grunted Mr. Stag from underneath, his 
lust-hardened cock unable to hold off much longer. Margo's tight little 
pussy was getting to him, and his upward fucking into it was bringing him 
closer and closer to a rare and perfect pitch of hot lewd excitement. "I've 
gotta let loose in a minute!" 

"Hang on!" cried Blaster, "I'm gonna get in her ass first, if it's the last 
thing I do!" 

"Do it if yer going to," cried the man underneath. "Do it!" 

Suddenly it dawned on Margo that there was nothing she could do to stop the 
two men from finishing her off in this manner, and she looked over at the 
woman, Mrs. Garner, who stood nearby. She was rubbing obscenely at her cunt 
with two fingers. "Why you?" Margo asked painfully. 

"Why not?" replied Mrs. Garner, her face a picture of lecherous wonderment 
as she enjoyed the spectacle of the naked wife getting more and more heated 
from the fucking by the two men. 

"Oh, God," moaned Margo, utterly crushed with the realization of how 
debauched and humiliating the entire scene had become. "This is awful ... 
It's so vile ... so terribly, terribly vile..." 

"Yeah," hissed Stag from underneath, "and you love every hot inch of it, 
don't you honey?" 

"Yeah," said Blaster, "that's right. Tell us now how you love it, Margo, or 
it's gonna be real hard on you." He grabbed hold of her ass flesh and 
squeezed it deliberately hard. "Come on, baby-and tell us how you love it. 
Beg for it, or I'll pinch off some of this and you won't be able to tape it 
back on, either. You hear me?" 

"Oh, God, no ... Dick, don't you understand what you're doing? Don't 
you--Aiiiiieeee!" 

He bit into her flesh maliciously with his nailed fingers, clutching the 
soft buttery flesh of her ass so hard that it pained her into crying hot 
scalding tears. "No ... no ... please..." 

"Beg me to fuck your ass, Margo, and I'll stop pinching you ... Go on, start 
begging, bitch. Beg!" 

He squeezed with his fingers so hard that the pain could only be 
excruciating. Mrs. Garner stroked deep into her own cuntal flesh as she 
stood leering from the side of the bed, her legs spread, her fingers 
gathering up her pussy lips and tugging while she watched Dick squeezing 
Margo's ass-cheeks in torturous delight. "The poor girl," said Mrs. Garner 
in mock sympathy. "If I were you darling ... I'd beg him." 

"Oh, no," cried the prudish, terror-stricken wife, her cheeks turning red 
and welted from the terrible bruising grip of her husband's punishing 
fingers, "please ... Oh, I give, fuck me ... fuck my ass ... go on ... fuck 
my ass ... I give ... fuck it. . . " There was an unbearable tone of 
resignation and submission in the young woman's horror-stricken voice. 

"Ah, yes ... That's better," panted Dick in lecherous approval. "Now we'll 
have some real fun!" He stroked his cock from the crack in Margo's ass and 
turned to Mrs. Garner. 

"Suck it until it's wet all over. I want to make sure I'm nice and juicy for 
my little wifey-poo." While Mrs. Garner kneeled on the lumpy mattress and 
sucked Dick's red throbbing cock, he himself applied a finger to Margo's 
back openig. He went plying the nakedly puckering flesh of the anal 
sphincter with the first knuckle's worth of his hard-pressing digit. "Mmmmm, 
yeah, that's the way," he hissed with obscene enjoyment of the 
double-pleasure he was getting from having a pair of anal lips around his 
finger and another pair of oral lips around his cock, "this is what every 
man deserves ... at least!" 

A moment later he said loudly, "Alright, Mrs. Garner, get off," and he 
extracted his cock from her voraciously sucking mouth with a resounding wet 
pop, like he was pulling a sword from its sheath, and he took the glistening 
wet prick in his fingers and turned to his defiled and humiliated wife. 
Leaning once more into the breach of her abused splayed buttocks, he guided 
his blood-engorged cockhead to the site of entry, right up against the 
thickly puckered ring of her tightly clenched sphincter. "You open up now, 
Margo, and beg like I told you to, or it's gonna go rough on you again." To 
remind her of the awful abusive pain he could inflict with his pinching 
fingers, he grabbed off a piece of her creamy white right buttocks, pinched 
it with his hard-pressing fingers until she begged desperately: "Please," 
she moaned in terrifying complicity, "fuck my ass ... please fuck my ass ... 
please..." 

Her whimpering stopped when he let loose of the cheek. 

Now he approached her in earnest, with his cockhead spongy and bulging, the 
blood-engorged galvanized tip pressing firmly against the target flesh of 
her anus. "Get ready under there, Elmer baby, I'm gonna let her have it this 
time for good!" 

"Go on! Do it now!" cried the older man, desperately trying to hold back his 
cum for the final moment. 

Margo lifted her eyes and gazed back at Dick kneeling behind her lewdly 
exposed bottom cheeks, scouring her forbidden hole with one preparatory 
finger while his prick cap was like a Nike missile on the launch pad of her 
inner buttocks. She gasped as he applied his fingers, one by bony one to the 
already slightly stretched puckering rectum. The pain of this new, digital 
impalement had vanished, and what remained was a kind of strange excitement 
about the possibility of what was to come. In some ways, then, the young 
wife had given way to the possibility of an anal fuck without even really 
knowing it! 

Suddenly, without much warning, Dick rammed two full fingers deep inside the 
anal slot, and then with a loud slurping noise, he jerked them out, tearing 
at his wife's tender rectal lining. Unable to wait, he edged up still closer 
to her helpless upraised ass cheeks and guided his fiery-red cock-head 
toward her puckering anal hole and quickly shoved his muscular hips forward. 
His eyes bulged as the tightly defending sphincter muscle stretched ... and 
popped open ... allowing his thickened penis to penetrate her hot buttery 
depths. 

Now Margo let out her wildest scream of the night, a blood-curdling cry of 
terror and pain and pleasure all combined in one knockout amalgamation of 
grunt and screech: "ARRRGGGGHHHHHH! AIEEEEHH! FUCK-NOT MY ASSHOLE! NOOOO! 
NOT MY ASSSSS!! ! ! " The once prudish housewife wailed in agonized 
suffering as her punishing husband's long, hot cock spread through her 
rectal flesh like a flash-fire, and slammed its relentless way up into her 
cringing, ravaged anal orifice like a heat-sensitive Pentagon weapon. 
"Ooooh..." she bleated like a lamb on the slaughter board, "please ... 
someone ... someone help me ... please..." Her moans became tiny little 
squeaks of pitiable, girlish hurt. 

But there was no one in that small room interested in helping Margo Blaster 
in any way. Mrs. Garner's masturbatory pleasure from the debauched spectacle 
had grown so great that she was beside herself with lechery, having taking 
up a chair with her long, loose thighs spread wide while her fingers pumped 
jerkily into her cunt for release; Elmer Stag was hopelessly pinned 
underneath the writhing, double-fucked girl, his cock surging upwards into 
her hot little pussy with fresh desire as he began once and for all to enjoy 
the salaciousness of being a part of double-fucking the young woman; and as 
for Dick Blaster, the woman's husband himself, his eyes were glazed with 
obscene hunger and his lips were drawn back with lust as he held her with 
both hands while she struggled in vain to escape the painful sodomy. 

The expression on Dick's face was one of contorted, hot passion and lechery 
combined as his moaning wife cringed away from his thickly reaming cock. 
Slowly but surely now his long hard cock slid its throbbing way up into her 
narrow smooth hole, stretching the rectal flesh to accommodate his skewering 
thickness until the orifice was puckeringly open all the way. Margo 
struggled against this abusive impalement, but her frantic efforts only made 
things worse. With each painful lurch of her nakedly pinned body, Elmer's 
virilely stimulated cock skewered even deeper up into her moistly clasping 
vagina, while her husband's prick sodomized her ravished rectum from behind. 

But just as much as the pain was building in her twin orifices, so was the 
heated pleasure and the salaciousness of the act. Fervent, wild masochistic 
desires to be fucked into obliviousness began to take over her resistances 
to the pain of the two-pronged cock attack on her pelvis, and slowly but 
surely she began to take on a rhythm which, unbelievable as it may seem, 
accommodated the two hard pressing cocks which violated her body so 
severely! 

"Oh, yes honey," grunted Mrs. Garner from the sidelines, her obscene 
masturbation now nearly complete, "really start rocking it! Look at her go 
now, guys! She's getting into it!" 

"Maybe we'll do her next!" hissed Elmer Stag from underneath Margo's 
tortured, sweaty body. He reached in under her bouncing breasts, between his 
body and hers, and took hold of her large, swollen nipples with his fingers, 
pulling and tugging at the reddened tips just to add spice to the incredible 
twin fucking she was getting. 

"Aiieeee ... ohhhh ... faaaakkk!" she gasped and panted, and then she gave 
way entirely, leaning down and pressing her thick, wet lips to Elmer's 
mouth, kissing him fervently all over his lips, tonguing in his mouth and 
searching for the older man's tongue in her own mouth, wildly abandoning 
herself to the torrent of physical emotions which had been welling up in her 
fire-possessed loins. "Oh, fuck me," she cried softly in a lusty whisper in 
his ear, "fuck me hard ... yes ... faaaakkk ... faaakkkk now ... make it 
stiff, Mr. Stag ... oh ... fuck..." Her plaintive appeal became a kind of 
animalish mewl, a desperate, pleading pained whimper in which there was the 
pure salaciousness of total lust. "Give it to me," she masochistically 
begged of her own accord now, "give it to me, Elmer ... Oh, Dick, yes ... 
fuck my ass ... fuck it hard ... and my cunt ... oh ... yes ... fuck..." She 
was looking first at Elmer, frantically kissing the older administrator on 
the face, and then back at her husband who was sodomizing her from behind, 
and she was telling them alternately, "Oh, yes, fuck me ... both of you ... 
fuck me ... fffaaaa ... mmmmmiiieeee..." 

Within a few seconds of her final submission, the two men had established a 
natural sexual rhythm, one which found them fucking into Margo's nakedly 
sandwiched body at the same time, sadistically buffeting it with deep hard 
thrusts in an effort to bring all three of them to a screaming, ultimately 
orgasmic climax! Their wetly glistening pricks sawed in and out, pumping 
away wildly, slamming against each other on the inward strokes with only a 
thin membraneous tissue separating them from each other. Margo's horribly 
stretched rectum had naturally expanded to accommodate the hard-thrusting 
cock which her husband now so easily pressed in and out of her smoothly 
contracting anus. 

The hurt for Margo had totally eased, and what was once pain was now numb, 
and she was left with her feeling of total sensuous abandonment to the two 
defilers as they continued their dual invasion of her pussy and her rectum. 
She'd given way to the double-impalement and had began panting at the 
sadistic and wanton lust which built in her burning hot loins. An intense 
heat spread outward from her skewered pussy and ass, and she instinctively 
knew she would never be the same again ... not even if she lived to be an 
old, hunched woman. She was enjoying not only forbidden screwing of her 
rectum, but also the fact that she was totally subjugated as she lay 
sandwiched between the two men and their hard-driving cocks. Now the 
powerful sensations of ecstasy that were rippling with the strength of a 
riptide through her ravaged bottom blotted out all thinking, and she lewdly 
bucked with the men, fucking them both faster than they'd ever conceived 
possible! 

"Goddamn, look at her go!" cried Mrs. Garner from the chair at the side of 
the bed, her eyes riveted to the salacious sight of Dick's powerful cock 
sawing in and out of Margo's tight anus. "Jesus Christ!" 

"Yeah, I know," moaned Dick, his hips flashing forth and back as he 
rhythmically thrust his heated penis in and out of his young wife's smooth 
anal flesh. 

And down below Elmer Stag continued to work his prick upwards in the girl's 
hot moistened pussy! 

The young wife squirmed between the two naked men muttering unintelligible 
moans of animalish frenzy as her passions-and theirs!-neared the end. She 
came into a suddenly changed consciousness as her body reared and bucked and 
gave way to the tidal wave of lust which swirled in her hot, sliding loins 
and hard-pumping hips. Her frenzied, whipping pelvis reached a quick, 
pulsating cadence as she enjoyed alternately the prick in her pussy from 
below and the throbbing cock in her rectum from above ... and then, finally, 
gave way. 

"Oooohhhh! I'm cumming! C-cu-cummmming! AAAAIIIEEGGHHHH!" She wailed out her 
lewd delight and quivered convulsively between the two naked man, her body 
washed in their sweat and her own gushing juices, her rectum contracting 
involuntarily, just like her pussy now, and then she let out another 
terribly frantic wail as she realized that both men were pumping out their 
lust-boiled jism at the same time, one set of hot sticky wads splattering 
deep in her cunt and puddling down, the other cum-hosing taking place in her 
ass... 

Her breath came in short desperate gasps as she felt the hotly flowing sperm 
spraying into her two passages at once. She was sandwiched in her own 
orgasmic defilement between the cummings of two men, and she had no idea 
where or what she was doing any more as this ultimate humiliation and 
fulfillment splashed inside her hotly writhing body. She could feel the two 
sticky cums overflowing and mixing, trickling down her nakedly trembling 
thighs, and then she felt the two throbbing beginning to subside, and she 
knew that the end was at hand. The two cocks were deflating inside her twin 
orifices. 

God! she mused as she began to breathe more naturally again. Had any moment 
in her life ever been more important to her? Had anything ever been more 
erotic ... more sexually fulfilling? 

The two pricks were still in her, but they were getting smaller all the 
time. Then there came a popping and a slurping noise as her rectum forced 
Dick's cock out of her ass, and she found herself rolling off of the 
impaling prick which had been charging her pussy full of heat. God, she 
moaned to herself, I can't believe it's over ... I'm a changed woman and I 
just can't believe it's over. . . 

Dick Blaster had a smart leer on his satisfied mug. "Well, it was nice 
knowing you, Margo," he said, standing up from the lumpy mattress. He turned 
to Mrs. Garner who was staring in awe, her own masturbatory orgasm long 
since complete. "Get your stuff together, lady," he told the other woman. 
"We're gettin' out of here, like I said." 

"You can't leave ... not just like that," cried Margo from behind him, her 
naked body shuddering with fear. "We only just started ... You can't just 
leave like that!" 

"I waited too long to hear that, Margo," Dick snarled at the humiliated 
blonde. "You waited too long to give me what I wanted, honey. Sorry, no hard 
feelings." He turned around full to her, however, and reached out, cupping 
her swollen white breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Go on and fuck old 
man Stag, though, baby. He looks like he can use whatever he can get! Ha, 
ha! Yeah, fuck him till he croaks! He can use it! You two deserve each other 
... Ha, ha, ha ... ! " 

His guttural laughter became deeper and deeper, louder and louder, until it 
bellowed up and down the dark suburban streets outside, echoing and 
bellowing in the otherwise placid night-the moonless night into which he and 
the lusciously experienced Mrs. Garner a few moments later disappeared like 
a hot dry wind. 


THE END
