Swapping Fever
by Curt Van Fleet
(MLP-141)


FOREWORD 

In a society so obsessed with eroticism and sexual matters, it is hardly 
surprising that many Americans-both male and female-are becoming 
increasingly confused and disoriented in their interpersonal relationships. 

For sexual freedom has been purchased at a terrible price for some. Suddenly 
free to act out their wildest carnal fantasies, they find themselves plagued 
with self-doubts and overwhelming guilt feelings, unable to easily shed the 
old sexual taboos and inhibitions. Unable or unwilling to come to grips with 
the natural phenomenon of sexuality, they seek gratification in situations, 
or with people, where trouble inevitably follows. 

In this searing novel of sexual mores in our contemporary society, we follow 
an unhappy young wife as she seeks desperately for the sexual pleasure she 
is unable to find with her husband. Seduced by a cynical man and his 
oversexed wife, then drawn into an exciting bi-sexual relationship with a 
beautiful young woman, the protagonist, Janet, finds herself on the verge of 
emotional collapse. What she does when she finally confronts her own 
sexuality may shock you, but you may also recognize in her plight the social 
pressures that drive us all. 

This novel is not for those who prefer their literature without the hard 
edge of realism that surrounds us today. It is, rather, a graphic and 
explicit picture of American life and lifestyles. It is our hope that when 
you put this book down you may understand yourself and the world around you 
a bit better. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was crowded in the gymnasium of Eastern University as what seemed like 
hundreds of young students waited to speak to their newly-assigned faculty 
advisors. 

Janet Willis waited patiently for her own number to be called, wondering 
what a twenty-three-year-old married woman like herself was doing trying to 
compete with these bright youngsters. As she waited, she looked up to the 
end of the gym where makeshift desks had been set up for the harried 
professors who were trying to run students through quickly. 

It was nothing like the small Midwestern college she had attended for two 
years before dropping out to marry Gary Willis. This was a real university 
with a student body numbering in the thousands instead of just a few 
hundred. 

She grimaced as she thought of how much Gary was opposed to her returning to 
school to get her degree, how he had sneered at her when she announced her 
plans a few weeks ago. 

"Shit, I suppose you'll think you're too fucking good for a plain 
grease-monkey after you've got the damned thing!" Gary had taunted her. "And 
you sure as hell won't want your hot-shot college friends to meet me, oh, 
no, they'll all be too good for some poor slob who works his ass off and has 
dirt under his fingernails!" 

Janet had tried desperately to protest that what he was saying wasn't true, 
that the only reason she wanted the degree was so that she could get a job 
and help them buy the things they wanted, things like a house and a good car 
and a vacation occasionally. 

Janet thought about where her marriage had gone wrong. She and Gary had 
married much too young, of course. She remembered how handsome and fun to be 
with he had been in his Navy uniform when he had come home from Vietnam. 
Gary was three years older than Janet and a decade older in terms of worldly 
experience. She blushed as she remembered how easily he had swept her off 
her feet. And how he had so easily persuaded her to come to Florida after 
they had eloped. Her one victory had been in saving her chastity until their 
marriage. Often lately she wondered if it would have been better for them if 
she had been more experienced in sex. 

"You look awfully unhappy considering school hasn't even started yet!" 

A beautiful young girl had slipped into the seat beside Janet and was 
smiling at her. She was dressed in a tight sweater and jeans and had an 
infectious smile. 

Janet replied with a groan, "I was just wondering whether I should be here 
at all. Everyone else seems so much younger than me and so sure of 
themselves." 

The girl smoothed her long dark hair with a nervous hand and shrugged, "It's 
all a pose, most of them are frightened to death. They just don't want to 
show it in front of their friends." 

"Are you a freshman?" 

"Gawd no! I'm a junior and I've just been assigned to monitor this herd of 
cattle!" She paused and extended her hand. "The name's Pat Thompson, what's 
yours?" 

Janet shook the girl's hand. 

"I'm happy to meet you, Pat. I'm Jan Willis." 

Pat noticed the wedding ring on Janet's finger and frowned. 

"I see you're married. Rats! I'm looking for a new roommate for this 
semester." 

"My husband and I have an apartment in town," Janet replied, happy for the 
friendly offer. "But thanks for the invitation." 

"Number thirty-five! Will number thirty-five report to Desk C, please! 

Janet got to her feet. 

"You're really lucky, Jan," Pat said with a smile. "Desk C happens to be 
Professor Davidson. He's the best advisor at Eastern State!" 

Janet detected something more than just passing conversation in the girl's 
voice. 

"Well, so long," Janet said. "Perhaps I'll see you around the campus." 

"Sure, kiddo, I'll give you a personally escorted tour the next time I run 
into you, OK?" 

Janet nodded and scrambled by the dozing student on the other side. He 
opened one eye and looked at her long lovely legs as she went past him, a 
lewd look in his eye as he continued to massage his penis. 

"What's the hurry, babe?" he said sleepily, his eyes still staring at her 
legs and his face blotchy and red from acne. "Let's get better acquainted, 
huh?" 

Janet scowled at the disgusting teenager and the obvious implication of his 
request. My God, she thought angrily, can't I ever get away from 
sex-obsessed males! 

She walked quickly down the aisle away from him. She thought about how 
degrading and humiliating sex with Gary had become in the past few months. 
She had never enjoyed sex but it was bearable until recently. Then, as Gary 
became further depressed by his inability to get a better job, he began to 
take out his frustrations on her unresponsive body. He took her brutally and 
without regard to her protestations. As his huge cock rammed into her 
cringing vagina he delighted in recounting his prowess with oriental whores, 
young girls and women who apparently had no shame. 

He seemed to think that nothing was too dirty or disgusting for him to tell 
her about and he seemed to be even more cruelly passionate when he boasted 
of the mouths and rectums his penis had been in. 

"Are you number thirty-five?" an exasperated voice asked her. 

Janet was standing hesitantly before Desk C now and looking down at the 
tired figure of a man of about thirty-seven. His handsome face looked 
exhausted and cross and she could see that his darkly curling hair had a few 
flecks of gray in it. 

"Y-yes," she answered nervously, suddenly wanting to turn and escape the 
room with its cacophony of headache level noises. 

"Sit down, will you! I've got at least another twenty or thirty more 
students to see before I can go home." 

The beautiful young woman flushed and smoothed her skirt over her hips 
primly before sitting down on the folding chair next to the desk. She 
crossed her legs discreetly, wondering if he treated all of his students so 
brusquely. 

"Let's see," he muttered, rifling through a stack of file folders. 
"Thirty-five ... thirty-five ... oh, yes I knew I had seen it!" he said 
picking up a folder. 

"My name is Jan Willis!" 

The man looked up, startled by her angry words. "What?" 

"I said that my name is Jan Willis. I wish you'd call me by name instead of 
by that impersonal number!" 

His handsome face suddenly broke into a wide grin and he leaned back in his 
chair and howled with laughter. Janet was surprised to see that he was 
extremely good-looking when he wasn't frowning and she was glad that she had 
chided him about the number. 

His laughter subsided and he leaned forward on the desk. 

"I'm really very sorry, Miss Willis! It's just that I get so used to dealing 
with students as numbers instead of as real people. The computer I'm afraid 
only thinks in numbers." 

"You're forgiven," Janet replied with a smile. "But it's Mrs. Willis!" 

He looked quickly through the folder on the desk, reading swiftly before 
looking up. 

"Double apologies then. And I do want to have you forgive me!" 

Janet felt comfortable now and she waited for him to speak again. 

"Let's see ... you're enrolling as a junior, is that right?" He paused and 
waited for her nod. "Why don't you tell me a little something about 
yourself?" 

Janet quickly recounted her vital statistics. She was aware that all of the 
information was contained in the file folder but she felt a strange need to 
verbalize them to the handsome professor. 

"By the way," the man said when she stopped speaking. "My name is Professor 
Davidson. Now, why do you feel the need for association with Eastern State 
University and our..." he waved his hand toward the milling students in the 
auditorium, ". . . our eminent scholars!" 

Janet laughed at his sarcastic comment. 

"Well ... I ... that is ... I want to be a teacher." 

"Yes well that is very commendable, Mrs. Willis. What does your husband 
think of this idea?" 

Janet blushed, wondering if she should tell him how violent Gary had been 
this morning when he left for work. Her body still ached from the brutal 
intercourse of last night. 

"Not too pleased about it I'm afraid," she admitted to the professor. "He 
thinks I should stay home and have children ... like his mother did!" 

The professor grinned knowingly. 

"You obviously don't want to do that at the moment?" 

Janet shook her head. 

"I'm not sure anymore what I want," she admitted sadly and with emotion. "If 
I was a teacher I could earn enough money for him to go to school and then 
he wouldn't have to take those horrible jobs!" 

The professor could tell that Janet was on the verge of crying and he closed 
the folder, leaned closer to her so that the people at the next desk 
couldn't hear his words. 

"Tell you what, Jan," he said soothingly. "Let's get together tomorrow 
afternoon for a private conference in my office. We can talk without all 
these distractions and I may be able to help you more effectively. Will that 
be satisfactory?" 

Janet felt relieved immediately and she failed to notice the professor's 
eager eyes roaming down over her magnificent breasts and her long, lovely 
legs. He marveled at how beautiful she was with the long blonde hair falling 
softly over her shoulders and framing her finely-sculptured features. 

"What time shall I come?" 

"Why don't we say four o'clock. That'll be my last appointment for the day 
and we can take all the time we need to talk." 

"I'll be there," Janet said firmly. Her only regret was that the appointment 
was more than twenty-four hours away. 

She said goodbye to him quickly and left the desk. She threaded her way 
through the students out into the bright warm Florida sunshine. She had to 
take a bus back to their small apartment in a rather run-down section of the 
city but she was glad for the opportunity to just relax and think while the 
crowded bus drove slowly through the traffic-clogged streets. 

Arriving at home, she prepared a simple dinner of hamburger steaks for 
herself and Gary. He hated anything other than plain food, wolfing it down 
without regard for manners. She was watching television when she heard the 
sound of his heavy footsteps on the stairs. 

"Hi, sweetheart, how did it go today?" she asked as he came into the 
apartment. She didn't want a confrontation tonight and vowed to be as 
friendly as she could. She could tell from the look on his face that things 
hadn't gone well again. 

"Fucking customers are driving me crazy," her young husband answered in a 
voice slurred from too much beer. "Do this! Do that! What the fuck do they 
think I am, an octopus with a dozen hands?" 

He still had his grime-covered mechanic's uniform on and it shocked her. She 
hoped that he wouldn't get grease on the furniture. 

"Don't worry, Gary, you won't have to work there forever. Someday you'll 
have a garage of your own and will be telling other people what to do!" 

Her forced cheerfulness only made him more depressed and he threw himself 
down onto a chair and pulled his work shoes off. 

"Shit! Is supper ready? And get me a beer while you're out there will ya?" 

Janet fixed his plate in the kitchen and opened a can of beer. Then, she put 
everything on a small tray and carried it back into the small front room and 
set it on a table in front of him. 

Gary drank the beer and ignored the food. He sighed and wiped the foam from 
his mouth with a movement of the back of his still dirty hand. 

"Ain't you going to eat?" 

"No, I'm-not hungry. I'll snack later, you go ahead and eat now." 

He attacked his food and was noisily chewing every mouthful. 

"Jesus, you should have seen the sexy little pussy that brought her sports 
car in to be worked on today," he said between mouthfuls of food. "She got 
me so horny shaking her little ass around while I worked that I almost came 
home for a quickie!" 

Janet hated it when Gary recounted these disgusting tales of the women 
customers he served. According to him, they were falling all over themselves 
to turn him on. 

She couldn't keep the look of revulsion from her pretty face. 

"What's the matter?" he said. "Don't you think broads find me attractive? 
Shit, I could get all the cunt I want!" 

"I wish you wouldn't use that foul language!" 

Janet's cheeks were burning. 

"I'll talk any goddamned way I want in my own house!" he yelled. "Besides, 
just because you don't like to screw, that don't mean that other women 
aren't normal and need a little hard cock once in a while!" 

"Maybe if you were a little more ... gentle and understanding I'd be more 
responsive!" 

She couldn't resist the chance to point out his faults in bed. 

"Shit, baby, broads want a man to be in charge of things! I never had to 
send no flowers or read any mushy poetry to them pigs in 'Nam." 

"I'm not a pig!" she replied angrily. "And I don't want those things either, 
I just want you to be a little more considerate!" 

He pushed the tray aside and stood up, his eyes filled with lust for the 
trembling girl. Janet saw with shock that he was fondling his penis just as 
the student in the assembly hall had been. She picked up the tray and 
started for the kitchen quickly. 

"Just a minute, baby," Gary ordered. "Leave that shit for later! I'm in the 
mood for a little nookey!" 

He took the tray out of her hands and set it on the table again. Then, 
before she could escape, he wrapped his hard-muscled arms around her and his 
lips came down heavily on hers, his thick tongue forcing its way between her 
lips. 

Janet struggled to avoid the beer-smelling mouth but it was no use. He was 
too strong for her and she had to let his disgusting tongue worm around the 
inside of her mouth while his hands pawed at her rigid body. She could feel 
his blood-engorged cock pressing against her stomach, throbbing and pulsing 
and threatening to explode in a flood of sticky white male sperm. 

He lifted his mouth from hers and looked at her for a second. 

"I'm going to get some ass right now, baby, whether you like it or not! Come 
on, let's go into the bedroom..." he paused and an amused smile played 
across his lips.". . . that is unless you want to get screwed right here on 
the floor?" 

Janet wanted to scream, to plead with him not to take her so brutally. She 
knew that she would have to endure the painful intercourse, but she prayed 
that he would be less cruel than he normally was. 

Without speaking, she let herself be pulled toward the open bedroom door. 
Gary quickly discarded his clothing and was soon standing in front of her 
naked, his huge prick jutting out from his loins and waving about madly. 

"Get the clothes off, baby!" he demanded, his hand going to his penis and 
lovingly pumping up and down on the hard shaft. "I'm so fucking hot I could 
screw a dozen broads tonight! You better get ready for a super load!" 

Afraid that he would tear the clothes from her body, Janet began disrobing. 
She could see his lust increase as she pulled off her blouse and bra, 
exposing her milky-white luscious breasts with their cherry-tipped nipples. 

"Jesus Christ, what a body!" he exclaimed, almost unable to control the 
desire that raged within him. "Hurry up and get the rest off so I can see 
that sweet little pussy!" 

Janet felt shame and humiliation as she stepped out of her skirt and laid it 
on the dresser. She felt naked and embarrassed standing in front of her 
lust-crazed young husband with the thin nylon panties the only thing 
covering her. 

"I'll take them panties off myself," Gary suddenly said, reaching out and 
hooking his thumbs under the elastic waistband and pulling the thin material 
down over her trembling hips. 

His eyes widened as he caught the first sight of the wispy triangle of 
blonde pubic hair that covered her tender little slit. 

Then, Janet was being pulled down on the soft bed, her legs kicking as her 
husband's head came down and his tongue began sucking lewdly on her breasts. 
His hands were obscenely running up and down her long thighs, trying to 
force them apart and plunge his hand up into the inviting ripe crotch. 

"That hurts," she whimpered, feeling his sharp teeth bite into her tender 
nipple. "Don't, it hurts..." 

Her voice trailed off as his fingers thrust into the hair-lined pussy furrow 
and began to cruelly probe the tiny quivering opening of her vagina. 

Gary raised his head and looked down at his struggling young wife. 

"How'd you like to suck my cock tonight, baby," he said rhetorically, 
knowing how disgusting she thought such things were. "God, I'd like to get 
this prick into a juicy little mouth and shoot my load like I used to in 
Saigon! How about it, kid, want to try a little mouth-fucking for a change?" 

The horrified young wife could feel the throbbing shaft of her husband's 
massive organ pressing into her hip and she prayed that it would be over 
quickly. 

"Or maybe I'll lick your pussy for you," Gary continued, his excitement 
mounting as he thrust a finger up into Janet's tightly clenching young 
pussy, scraping the tender inner flesh with his grease-encrusted ragged 
fingernail and causing her to cry out in pain. 

"AAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" she wailed. "You're hurting me! Oh, please, not so hard! 
UUUUUNNNGGHHHH!" 

It was one of the hardest things she had ever had to do, but Janet reached 
down and let her fingers encircle Gary's gigantic cock. She knew that she 
had to give him satisfaction quickly or he might insist that he be allowed 
to lick her quivering pussy-flesh with his heated tongue. Anything would be 
better than that, she thought to herself frantically trying to guide the 
pulsating penis toward her unwelcoming vagina. 

"Ready to fuck already, sweetheart?" he asked with a laugh, pulling his 
perspiration-soaked body up onto hers and feeling her open her legs widely. 
"OK, toots, I guess I'm ready too!" 

He waited until the massive purplish knob-head of his cock was poised just 
outside the tiny contracting vaginal slit and then thrust forward mightily. 

"AAAAAAIIIIEEEE!" Janet screamed as the heated pole rammed into her, causing 
agonized pains to shoot through her thighs and belly. It-felt as if a 
red-hot telephone pole were being shoved between her legs and she 
desperately struggled to escape the rampaging shaft as it tore through the 
unlubricated pussy flesh. "UUUUUUUUGGGGGHHH-HH! It hurts ... it hurts so 
much!" 

Gary just laughed and continued the brutal invasion of her young body with 
his lust incited cock. Suddenly, his swollen balls slapped into Janet's 
upturned smooth buttocks and he knew that he was fully inside her. 

Janet's wriggling only increased his desire and her contracting cuntal 
muscles made the pressure on his cock almost unbearably delightful. 

She continued to wail, her face contorted with pain, her long blonde hair 
flying around the pillow as she tossed from side to side in an unsuccessful 
attempt to escape the cruel rape. Her loins were a mass of terrible pain and 
she thought that he would split her in two from the monstrous pummeling she 
was receiving. Gary's cock was battering in and out with a strong steady 
rhythm, his grunts of exertion mingling with her cries of agony. 

"Move your ass, baby, I'm going to screw you into the fucking floor!" he 
called out, his breathing coming in gasps as he labored over her nakedly 
exposed body. "I'm going to ram my cock so far up into you, you'll think 
it's coming out your throat!" 

For a moment she irrationally thought he might just do it when she felt his 
huge column of flesh battering against her womb opening. 

"Get that cunt working, you little bitch!" he demanded, wanting to feel her 
cuntal muscles milking the juices up from his swollen balls out the tip of 
his blue-veined cock. 

Gradually the pain became more bearable and Janet tried to respond to the 
mighty thrusts, thinking that he would have his orgasm quicker if she helped 
him along. For a brief instant she even felt a warmth spreading through her 
pussy but it was quickly gone when he started to call out his filthy 
descriptions of sex acts he had performed overseas. 

"Your pussy feels just like a little ass-hole I screwed once in 'Nam," he 
chuckled, his body furiously pounding into her. "She was a ... a kid ... uh 
... twelve years old and the tightest ... uh ... tightest little ass-hole 
you ever saw ... aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" 

Janet gritted her teeth, shut her eyes tightly, and tried to shut out the 
awful obscene words he was saying. How could he be so degrading, she thought 
to herself? How could he change from the gentle youth she had married to a 
raging sex maniac in a few short months? 

His smooth pistoning thrusts were tearing her apart as his huge cudgel 
battered her unmercifully. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! OH! OH! I'm GOING TO COME!" he suddenly cried out, tensing 
his body for a last brutal thrust. 

Janet went rigid too, waiting for the explosion of hot sperm that would soon 
be flooding her violated vagina and helping to soothe the painful inner 
flesh. 

"UGH! FUCK BACK! I'M COMING! OH, JESUS, I'M COMING!" he screamed, his 
desire-swollen cock head suddenly shooting gushes of sticky white sperm deep 
into her belly. Her cunt contracted and the overflowing semen squeezed out, 
oozing obscenely down the side of his still-ramming cock, making it glisten 
as it forced its way in and out of the clenching pussy. 

Then mercifully, it was all over except for his heavy body lying atop hers, 
his foul-breath panting against her shoulder and his deflating cock slipping 
noisily out of her ravaged pussy. 

"Jesus, wasn't that great, baby?" 

Despite her terrible pain and the humiliation she felt, Janet almost laughed 
aloud at the question. She had been brutally used to satisfy the perverted 
lusts of her cruel husband and he was asking her if she enjoyed it! 

"Don't forget to leave your money on the dresser when you go!" she managed 
to say before the tears started. 

"What the fuck does that mean?" Gary demanded. 

"You pay all your whores, don't you?" she replied bitterly. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Janet was early for her appointment with Professor Davidson the next 
afternoon and she had to wait while another young student was in his office. 

She crossed and uncrossed her lovely legs over and over again, extremely 
nervous and almost on the verge of tears just remembering last night. It 
isn't fair, she thought to herself. It isn't fair for other people to be so 
happy while I'm so desperately hurting! 

She wondered idly whether or not the college would refund the two hundred 
dollars she had paid in advance fees. With that much money she could take a 
bus back to Indiana and the security of her family. Then, remembering how 
opposed her parents had been to her marriage to Gary she realized that they 
might not take her back in. It all seemed so hopeless! 

Suddenly the door opened and a female student came out of the professor's 
office, her face slightly flushed and a look of happiness on her pretty 
face. She glanced down at Janet for a second and Janet thought she detected 
a look of jealousy on the girl's face. 

Then, as the girl disappeared down the corridor, Professor Davidson appeared 
at the door, a smile on his handsome face. 

"Mrs. Willis, please come in. I'm sorry if you had to wait." 

Janet assured him that she had only been there for a few minutes as she went 
into the comfortably furnished office. It seemed to be filled with books, a 
huge desk, chairs, and a couch. She hesitated for a moment, not knowing 
where he wanted her to sit. 

"Why don't we take the couch," he said, seeing her confusion. "It'll be much 
more comfortable and I don't want your first visit to my little sanctuary 
here to seem too official." 

Janet sat down on the soft couch, aware that too much of her legs were 
showing beneath the short mini-skirt. She wished she had worn something more 
demure. 

Professor Davidson sat down next to her, his hip almost touching hers. She 
settled back against the cushion and waited for him to speak. 

He seemed to be eying her curiously, trying to read her feelings from the 
look on her face. She lowered her eyes in confusion. 

"First, let's do away with the formalities, shall we?" he said at last. "I 
want you to call me Bill, and I'd like to call you Jan, may I?" 

Janet nodded nervously. 

"Fine! Now, the second thing is that I want to tell you something about 
myself. It always helps if I can put the student at ease, right? Fine! You 
may or may not know that I teach clinical psychology here at Eastern." He 
didn't wait for her reply but went on speaking. "I'm very good at my job and 
I detected yesterday that something was troubling you, right?" 

Janet nodded again, feeling uncomfortable. 

"Since I'm going to be advising you this term I think we should make an 
agreement right now to hold back nothing from each other, I mean, I want to 
be more than just a stuffy old professor!" 

She tried to protest that she certainly didn't think of him as either old or 
stuffy. He waved her protests aside. 

"That's fine but I want this to be perfectly clear. If you have any 
problems, either here at school or at home I want you to let me help you 
with them! Is that agreed?" 

"B-But, I ... that is, I...." 

"I told you," Bill said, "I'm very good at my job and I'm also a very good 
judge of when people are in trouble. Now, would you like to tell me about 
what's bothering you at home with your husband?" 

Janet's tortured brain was confused and she wondered how much she could tell 
him of the awful things she had been through with Gary. Then, she realized 
that he was a psychologist and was offering her professional help, not just 
the opportunity to complain. 

Without looking at him she began to recount her life with Gary, leaving out 
none of the detail, even the most embarrassing and explicit sexual things 
that made her burn with shame. 

He listened quietly, not speaking except to prod her when she seemed to be 
faltering. She had to admit that it did seem less painful to get it all out 
in the open with a neutral third-person. She had bottled it all up within 
herself for so long that when the words finally started she had a hard time 
stopping them. 

When she finished telling him about last night's terrible experience she was 
crying and he handed her a handkerchief to dry her eyes. 

"You poor thing," he said at last. "I can't tell you how much I sympathize 
with you. I'm afraid the war has taken a terrible toll on the character of 
those who had to fight it. Your husband isn't untypical of thousands of boys 
who came home after the flesh-pots of Asia not knowing how differently 
American girls want to be treated." 

"Despite everything, I still love him," Janet whispered through the 
handkerchief. "I want everything to be different ... like it was at first!" 

Bill got up and went to the office door and locked it. 

"W-What are you doing?" Janet asked. He came back and resumed his seat next 
to her. 

"I think it's important that we not be disturbed," he said soothingly. "Do 
you mind?" 

For the first time Janet took a really good look at Bill Davidson. She was 
impressed by his air of calm strength and his obvious desire to help her. At 
the same time there was something about him that suggested that he could be 
everything Gary wasn't, a tender and compassionate lover and one who wanted 
to make her sexually satisfied too. 

"I guess not," she replied, feeling his warm hip press into hers and not 
moving away. "I wouldn't want anyone else to overhear this kind of thing." 

"Exactly my thought," he said warmly, putting his had on her arm. "I really 
do want to help you over this sexual problem you and Gary are having. It'll 
make you a better student and I'll feel better knowing that you aren't being 
literally raped every night!" 

"What can I do?" Janet asked timidly, still reeling from the emotional 
effect of her outpouring. "Is this my fault?" 

Bill stared at her for a long moment before answering. He seemed to be 
trying to make up his mind about something. 

"I just don't know at this point," he replied, his hand massaging her arm, 
his strong fingers kneading the tender flesh as if to emphasize his words. 
"We'll have to talk some more and try and decide if we can get things 
straightened out between you and Gary." 

"I'll do anything ... anything at all!" 

"Of course, I realize that, Jan." 

Professor Davidson hoped that his mounting excitement wasn't obvious to the 
young wife. He could feel his huge cock stirring erotically against his 
jockey shorts, the blood racing up through the thick rope-like veins and his 
swollen testicles feeling the pressure of desire. 

"Will you put yourself completely in my hands?" he asked, staring directly 
into her eyes and making his voice firm and authoritative. "Will you do 
anything I ask, no matter how inhibited you might feel?" 

His mind was racing ahead to the moment when his massive cock would be 
ramming up into the almost virginal pussy and forcing the cries of joy from 
her crimson lips. He wanted desperately to begin playing with her warm naked 
thigh and start the hot blood racing through her luscious young body. He had 
no doubt as to his ability to turn the girl on. From the first meeting 
yesterday he had been planning the seduction carefully, sensing that sex was 
at the root of her troubles. 

"I'll try ... what do you want me to do?" 

Janet asked. She felt warm and comfortable and his hand on her arm gave her 
a sense of sensuous pleasure that she hadn't experienced for months. 

"My methods aren't the standard ones," he said. "I get totally involved with 
a person when I do sex counseling. Perhaps you'd rather not become a fully 
liberated woman, one who could reach the very heights of ecstasy and at the 
same time bring your husband the kind of pleasure that would make him your 
slave!" 

Janet gasped at the thrilling words. That was exactly what she wanted! She 
would do almost anything to achieve that goal! 

"I do! Oh, I'd give anything for that to happen!" 

"And you trust me completely?" Bill asked in a barely audible voice. His 
temples were throbbing in tune with the madly pulsating cock at his loins 
and his fingers were inching down toward Janet's milky-white thigh. 

"Oh yes! Please help me," Janet begged. 

She was trembling with excitement and her eyes were silently pleading for 
relief for her agonized body. She let his hand slip down onto her thigh and 
she felt a surge of warmth spread through her loins. His fingers were 
caressing her heated flesh lovingly, causing her to breathe more rapidly. 

"First I'd want to examine you to see if there was any genital malformation" 
he murmured, almost unable to control himself, "It would mean disrobing." 

"Here?" she asked incredulously. 

"Yes, why not get right to it?" 

She could only nod, afraid that if she spoke she would reveal how stimulated 
she was by the idea of those gentle fingers examining her warm secret spot. 

He moved quickly, pushing her down on the couch until she was stretched out 
completely, her eyes widening when he began to push her miniskirt up over 
her hips. 

"You have to remember that this is a professional relationship," he lied. 
"Just think of me as a ... as a trusted family counselor!" 

He could see the little blonde triangle of pubic hair through her thin 
panties and he parted her legs slightly so that her quivering cuntal furrow 
was clearly visible. The plump ripe pussy lips were so stimulating that he 
wondered for a moment whether he should carry out his plan. 

"OOOOHHHHHH!" Janet murmured, an unbelievable feeling of excitement and 
pleasure racing through her nakedly exposed loins as he began to pull the 
panties down over her flaring hips. There was no shame or humiliation here, 
only the mounting sensuous rapture that was overwhelming her. 

"Now just relax," he said quietly. "I'm going to examine your clitoris." 

Before she knew what was happening, his fingers were trailing gently through 
her heated pussy flesh and she felt a dampness steal through her vagina. It 
felt so wonderful to lie here like this and let him caress her pussy with 
his tender fingers 

Suddenly she felt a new sensation, one so intensely pleasurable that she 
almost jumped. 

"MMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN!" she gasped. "Oh, that feels just heavenly!" 

His fingertips were probing lewdly at her rapidly hardening clitoris, 
nursing the little pearl-like bud of ecstasy into full erection. 

"Very good," he cooed, his face only inches from the sweet pussy flesh, the 
pungent odor of her sexuality wafting up to his delighted nostrils. He 
licked his lips in anticipation and continued to massage the miniature penis 
until she was wriggling about on the couch. 

"Ah! I never felt anything down there before!" she moaned, her eyes tightly 
shut and her mind racing with erotic thoughts of how good it felt to be 
fondled like this. "Oh, please, don't stop yet!" 

Her cheeks burned from embarrassment and she wondered if he would make her 
leave. But he seemed not to notice how her body was slowly thrusting up to 
meet the pressure of his fingers on her love bud. 

Suddenly, two of his fingers still caressing her clitoris, another finger 
trailed softly back down the moistened furrow and began to exert a pressure 
at the quivering entrance to her pussy. 

"Janet choked back the cries of pleasure that were welling up in her throat. 
Instead, she tried to make her voice calm. 

"M-M-Maybe you'd better look up there too!" 

Bill smiled at how easy this was going to be. His busy fingers were 
fervently exploring the pink little hair-lined pussy lips. Her trembling 
body was thrusting up against his hand sensuously, causing his huge cock to 
throb and pulsate madly. He told himself sternly that that would have to 
wait until another time. Today he would devote his efforts to showing the 
confused young bride what it was to be erotically excited and overwhelmed. 

Janet's frustration was getting the best of her. She moaned as she tried to 
control the raging fires that were spreading through her whole body. Nothing 
in her young life had ever felt so wonderful and she hoped that it would 
continue forever. 

She felt him pulling her legs wider apart and she struggled to help him 
expose the naked pink crotch to his inspection. Her clothing felt 
restraining and she wished that she could tear it away from her lovely body 
and let him see how beautiful she was. 

"That's it," he said, "put your leg on the back of the couch!" 

She did as she was told, uncaring about the fact that she was showing him 
the thing that she had always denied her husband. She wanted him to glory in 
the sight of her young flesh! 

Then, mercifully, he began unbuttoning her blouse front with his free hand 
while his other hand continued the insane manipulations of her lust-filled 
pussy. 

He didn't remove it all the way, just enough for him to reach in and 
smoothly snake her bra upwards over her milky white breasts until they were 
staring back up at him with their voluptuous fullness, the straining nipples 
waiting for his hand to begin massaging them. 

"Now just relax, Mrs. Willis," he cooed. "I want to examine your breasts." 

She wanted to tell him to call her Jan-or better yet to use some more 
familiar term of endearment. She felt closer to him at this moment than she 
had ever felt about anyone in her life and it seemed strange and incongruous 
to have him call her Mrs. Willis. 

An electric shock jolted her when his hand touched the cool flesh of her 
twin orbs of loveliness and she couldn't stop the cry of pleasure that 
escaped her lips. "MM-MM-MMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNN." 

She was wirthing and twisting under his hands as he played her body in the 
way a musician would play an instrument, coaxing the lewd cries from her 
throat and controlling the intensity of the ecstatic pleasure that raced 
through her eager limbs. She felt little spasms of exquisite joy filling her 
vagina and belly and she wondered if this was what they meant by orgasm. It 
was so wonderfully sensuous. Every nerve-ending in her body seemed to be 
concentrated in her fiery pussy and the tips of her breasts where his nimble 
fingers lovingly caressed the straining nipples. 

"Do you feel anything different than when your husband makes love to you?" 
he asked finally, his voice choking with emotion from trying to control the 
fires that raged through him. 

"Oh, Yesssss! It's never been like this with Gary!" 

Bill's fingers were slick and glistening from the lubricating juices that 
poured from Janet's pussy and he suddenly shoved two of them into her gaping 
cunt, feeling them slide easily up through the velvety inner flesh until his 
palm was lodged firmly against her hair-lined crotch. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned, her face contorted with desire. 

He wriggled the probing digits around in the madly contracting pussy, 
feeling her vaginal muscle tighten the tiny hole and try to hold his fingers 
up in her. 

Slowly, Bill withdrew the fingers until they were just lodged inside her 
trembling cunt opening. Then, he thrust them in again, this time widening 
the area they probed. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" 

He knew that she was near her first orgasm and for a moment he was tempted 
to finger-fuck her to release. But he wanted to draw out the ultimate 
pleasure until she was begging him for the massively throbbing pole between 
his legs. And he knew that it wouldn't be long before she did just that! 

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away from her crotch, causing her to groan with 
frustration. His other hand left the heaving breasts and his body pulled 
away. 

It was difficult but he composed himself and stared at the lust-inflamed 
girl. 

"I'm afraid that's all the time I have today," he said cruelly. "Please get 
dressed now!" 

Janet was almost in tears and she struggled to a sitting position, her skirt 
still bunched up around her hips. She was desperately afraid that she had 
somehow offended the handsome professor. 

"But ... but ... have you finished already?" she asked in panic. 

"Yes, I'm afraid so," he said, straightening his own clothing and trying to 
calm the lust that filled his mind and body. 

He wanted to burst out laughing from the look of pain on the girl's face. 
She looked like she was going to burst into tears. 

"Shall we have another session ... er, soon?" he asked, wanting to see her 
reaction. 

"Tomorrow! I'm free tomorrow!" Janet said quickly, unable to bear the 
thought of not seeing him again for several days. "Can we continue 
tomorrow?" she pleaded. 

"Well, I don't usually see students on 

Wednesdays," he replied hesitantly. Then his voice softened. "Perhaps you 
could come to my home?" 

She smiled nervously and buttoned her blouse. 

"Of course ... what time?" 

"Why don't you come over about ten o'clock. Here, I'll write out the address 
for you. It's just off campus and you can't miss it." 

He scribbled his address on a piece of note paper, his back discreetly 
turned while she put on her panties and smoothed her crumpled skirt. 

"You will be there, won't you?" he asked, handing her the piece of paper 
with his address. "I think we might get into some of the much more practical 
aspects of sex counseling when I see you tomorrow!" 

The excited look on her lovely face was his answer. 

He unlocked the office door and they walked out of the building together. 
Janet wished that he would offer her a ride home but he said goodbye and 
walked off across the quadrangle. 

He walked quickly, anxious to get home to tell his wife Helen what had 
happened with Janet. He knew how turned on sexually she got when he 
described his seduction of students and he could hardly wait to jam his cock 
up into his wife's greedily clasping pussy. 

Helen was insatiable when it came to fucking and he could look forward to a 
long session in bed. He remembered how her eyes had glistened yesterday 
evening when he had told her about his plans for Janet. Her interest had 
quickened when he told her that Janet's husband was a mechanic. Helen liked 
plenty of variety and she liked best of all the crude, rough-talking kind 
that Gary represented. She would go to almost any lengths to degrade herself 
with a man like that, including any particularly exciting perversions the 
man might have. 

"Helen?" he called out as he entered his large house. "Where are you, baby?" 

"In here, sweetheart," his wife replied from the bedroom. 

Bill's cock was already hard and he went swiftly to where his wife waited, 
his lust-swollen testicles signaling for quick release. 

"Did you see your little student friend?" 

Helen sat on the huge bed waiting for him. 

His eyes roamed appreciatively over her nakedness, devouring her two rising 
and falling orbs of pointed, upright breasts. Her nipples were dark and 
oval-shaped, tipped with two tiny buds visibly growing and hardening as he 
reached out and touched them. He cupped the two firm globes in his hand, 
then let his fingers fumble over her belly as she sat cross-legged, waiting 
for him to slide his hands through her dark triangular pubic mound and into 
the moistening channel of her vagina. 

"Everything went just as I planned," he announced proudly, marveling at his 
wife's voluptuous figure. She had been a showgirl in Vegas when he had met 
and married her. Now, four years later she still looked as lovely as she did 
then. "Mrs. Willis will be here tomorrow morning at ten o'clock!" 

"Good! Now hurry and get undressed, I'm about to burn up for some of that 
wonderful cock of yours!" 

She watched with growing excitement as her husband shed his clothing and 
stood by the bed with his massive cock jutting out proudly just out of her 
reach. 

"You didn't fuck her already, did you?" Helen asked coyly. She wanted this 
to be a long evening of sexual pleasure and she didn't want him tiring too 
early. 

"No, it was a hell of a temptation not to screw the little cunt, but I saved 
my cock for you, baby!" 

As he climbed into bed with her, Helen reached out and lovingly caressed the 
massively throbbing cock, licking her lips in anticipation. 

"I want you to tell me all about it ... later!" 

Her nimble fingers raced up and down the huge shaft, massaging the heated 
flesh and urging it into greater erection. She would have preferred to 
immediately suck the gigantic thing into her warm mouth and bring him to 
orgasm with her fervent tongue. But she knew that her fiery pussy wouldn't 
wait that long for her own release and so she fell back onto the soft 
mattress and spread her white thighs open to his delighted gaze. 

"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh," she cooed softly. Her body began trembling as 
she felt his hard cock press into her thigh. His hands were running over her 
quivering warm flesh until he reached around and grasped the two white moons 
of her buttocks and heard her moan again. He rubbed the two succulent cheeks 
gently in round, excited circles, spreading the swelling orbs from the 
perspiring crevice between them. He felt her wriggle closer to him as he 
rested half on top of her and felt her arms encircle his neck. 

"Oh God, I want to fuck so badly," she moaned into his ear. 

Cupping her clenching buttocks, wriggling them, testing their resilience, he 
then moved his fingers downward across her tiny anus to the quivering pink 
ruffles of her cuntal lips and their warm moisture. 

"That feels gooooooooood!" she murmured, and quickly pulled his head down, 
crushing her lips over his mouth savagely. Her tongue shot out from its 
hidden cavern and slipped between his teeth, darting and twirling, searching 
for his own red wet tongue. She was mewling and moaning with the urgent need 
of a nymphomaniac. 

Bill fought her clamping arms and devouring mouth and pulled his head away 
from her to look at her uninhibited passion. Below him he could see her head 
rolling back and forth, her eyes aimlessly staring at the ceiling as if in a 
deep trance. Even after four years of marriage he couldn't get used to her 
insatiable lust. They were a perfect couple and each of them wanted only one 
thing, to fuck and be fucked by as many people as possible. Their only 
problem was to find the necessary new meat to provide the variety they 
needed. Bill's position at the University and Helen's lovely body made that 
task less difficult. 

"How badly do you want a good hard fuck?" he teased, his own excitement 
increasing from her frustration. 

"Oh, Jesus, honey, ram that big cock in me," she gasped, reaching down and 
trying to guide the head of his swollen cock toward her burning pussy. "Fuck 
me like the whore I am! Make me scream for mercy!" 

Eagerly excited by her lewd words of instructions, he grabbed the quivering 
melons of her buttocks and let her pull him down to her mouth again, kissing 
her red wet lips brutally. He let her hot hand pull his cock toward her warm 
wet pussy and felt the moisture of her hair-covered slit against his 
cock-head. She moaned and then pulled the rubbery tip of his cock to the 
open pinkness of her trembling cunt and suddenly jerked her hips toward him, 
sucking his long hardened rod of flesh into the smooth clasping channel of 
her vagina. 

"AAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHH!" she wailed, almost completely out of control 
from the wonderful sensations his rock-hard prick was sending through her 
trembling body. Her fingernails dug into his naked shoulders as she screamed 
again, and began to undulate her hips, pressing her hair-fringed crotch 
tightly against his groin, sinking his penis deeper into her belly. 

He wriggled his buttocks, making his penis swirl and rasp the smooth, 
contracting walls of her wet passage, feeling the needle-like pricks of 
electric sensation course through his pulsing cock. She was twitching and 
writhing beneath him, gripping at his penis wildly with the straining cunt 
muscles. 

"UUUUHHHHHHHH UGGGGGGGHH-HHHH!" Screw that lovely ass around!" he called out 
to her as he felt the smooth, clasping softness of her vagina pulling and 
massaging at his penis, holding him prisoner in the well of delicious 
sensation down between her wide spread legs. He pushed forward, burying his 
toes in the mattress and sinking every last inch of his throbbing thick cock 
into the further depths of her clenching vaginal tunnel, making her scream 
with ecstasy. 

"Oh, God, it's so good! Oooohhhhh, God! Fuck me harder!" she wailed and 
began squirming and throwing her hips frantically, grinding her sharp pelvis 
against the hardened bone in his groin. 

With a growing rhythm he began to plunge and withdraw his pulsating cock 
from her nakedly squirming loins, feeling the contracting muscles of her 
aching pussy pull and suck wildly for more of the lust-inciting pole of 
flesh boring into her. His breath was shortening to a rhythmic pant as he 
drove his long thick instrument in and out again and again, all the time 
watching her heaving breasts and the lust-contoured muscles clenching on her 
middle-aged but young looking face. She was inwardly screaming for the 
rumbling torrent of her climax and whimpered aloud again and again at the 
nerve-shattering fire searing deep in her belly. 

"My ass!" she screamed. "Shove your finger up my ass!" 

Bill quickly slipped a finger to the crevice between her jiggling buttocks 
and began teasing the puckered elastic ring of her anus to make her squeal 
even louder. Probing harder as she gasped with erotic pants, he easily 
shoved the tip of his finger into the warm yielding entrance of her rubbery 
rectum and began worming it around in small circles. She was screaming now, 
bucking wildly as he probed deeper into her hairless little hole, oblivious 
to anything but the torturing finger in her ass and the pummeling cock 
driving brutally into her cunt. 

"That's it, screw my ass-hole, you bastard! Make me come! Fuck me ... fuck 
me good, you goddamned prick you!" 

Aflame with the burning desire for climax he fucked her hard, taking his 
free hand and moving it around front, grasping the base of his fiery 
twitching prick, where he felt the obscene weapon pulling the ragged, 
engorged lips of her vagina in and out as he buffeted her mercilessly down 
into the bouncing bed. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped frantically beneath him, her arms jerking limply at 
her sides and her rubbery useless legs flailing aimlessly behind him. Her 
mind was an endless stream of flashing lights and electric shocks piercing 
her straining nerves. There were only seconds left until her climax and she 
could feel the blood-filled muscles of her belly begin to rumble and roll 
like waves in the ocean. She was on fire, ready to erupt! 

"N-now ... I am coming now! Arrrrgggg-ghhhhhhh!" she screamed incoherently 
and bucked suddenly upwards, lifting him completely off the mattress as the 
exploding spasms of orgasm jerked wildly through her body. "Oooooohhhhhh!" 
she wailed again and he shuddered above her, hardly able to keep from 
falling as his own climax, spurred by her screaming suddenly came with 
lightning speed, shooting hot jets of white cum deep up into her desperately 
clenching cunt. 

Together they wailed in the throes of their intense orgasms until their 
twitching subsided and he fell limply on top of her, exhausted by the wild 
fucking but aware that this was only the beginning, and that he would soon 
be thrusting his hard cock into her mouth, or cunt, or ass-hole! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Janet dressed carefully for her appointment with Professor Davidson, 
choosing a clinging silk dress that was perfect for her voluptuous figure 
and was easy to slip out of. Her lacy bra and panties had been purchased for 
her honeymoon and she felt a little guilty as she slipped into them. Then, 
she remembered her husband's callous indifference to what she wore and she 
felt less guilty. 

She combed her long blonde hair, stealing little glances at the clock on the 
dresser as her long arms worked. The illuminated dial said nine-fifteen and 
she wondered if she would be at the professor's house on time. 

Then, she was ready. Long strides took her out of the apartment and down to 
the corner bus stop. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long for a bus and was 
soon getting off near the address written on the piece of paper that the 
professor had given her yesterday afternoon. 

Her face flushed as, walking toward his house, she remembered the wonderful 
sensations his hands had brought to her burning pussy yesterday. It was like 
a new door being opened for her. There was no resemblance to her husband's 
brutal probing of her tender young genitals. Bill Davidson had done 
something to her so quickly and skillfully that she I was still amazed. 

Oh, God, let it happen again! 

Her cheeks burned from the silent entreaty and she wondered if she would be 
able to keep the obvious desire from her face when she saw Bill Davidson 
again. 

As Janet strode up the walk toward Professor Davidson's house, Helen's car 
pulled out the driveway and the two women saw each other for the first time. 

Helen waved gaily to the fresh-faced young blonde, marveling at how innocent 
she looked. Good luck, honey! She called out silently to the girl who was 
about to be seduced. Helen drove swiftly toward the service station where 
Gary Willis worked, remembering how vividly her husband had described the 
youth's brutal lovemaking. 

* * * 

"Now just make yourself comfortable, Jan," Bill Davidson said soothingly as 
he pushed the young girl firmly but gently down on the soft couch in his 
study. "I want to get us a couple of drinks before we get started, will you 
be all right?" 

Janet nodded reluctantly, wishing that he wouldn't leave her even for a 
minute. 

"Why don't you glance through these magazines while I'm gone," he said, 
handing her a pile of slick-covered magazines. "I won't be very long." 

She watched him go out of the room before turning her attention to the 
magazines in her lap. The words on the cover of the top one jumped up at 
her-SEXUALITY IN THE HUMAN FEMALE. 

She turned the cover gingerly, not knowing what to expect, but shocked when 
she saw the first picture. It was a full-color view of a pretty young girl, 
completely naked, stretched out on her back on a bed, her long legs open and 
her pink, hair-covered cuntal slit naked and exposed. Janet's eyes widened 
as she stared down at the photograph and she licked her lips as she saw that 
the girl's glistening pussy-lips were slightly parted. 

There was a look of lewd pleasure on the girl's face and Janet caught her 
breath as she recognized a man's hairy leg climbing up on the bed with the 
girl. She turned the page quickly, startled by the sigh of a man with a 
penis longer than anything she had ever seen before, or even thought 
possible. It jutted proudly out from the man's loins and the girl was 
reaching for it with eager hands. The huge purplish knob was only inches 
from the fingers and the heated flesh seemed to be pulsing and throbbing. 

"Oh, my God!" Janet gasped aloud, a warm wet sensation starting to spread 
through her loins from the tremendously erotic photographs. 

She wanted to thrust the offending magazine away from her, to close the 
pages and never look at them again. But she couldn't do it and her rigid 
hands brought the pictures closer to her fascinated eyes. 

The next picture was of the same couple, this time the girl had her slender 
fingers around the man's huge penis and was massaging and caressing it 
lovingly while the man's hand was thrust into the heated crevice between her 
thighs. 

Janet had never been so excited before and she crossed her legs to squeeze 
her own pulsing pussy lips together. 

She turned the pages quickly, watching the couple progress from fondling 
each other's genitals with eager hands to a close-up shot of the girl's 
ovaling mouth swallowing the massive shaft. 

She was too startled to hear the door open and Bill Davidson came back into 
the room. 

"How do you like the magazine?" he asked, his eyes staring down at her as he 
held out a tall drink to her. 

She closed the magazine quickly, her face reddening with embarrassment. She 
felt as if she were a small child caught doing something naughty and she 
didn't like the feeling. 

"I-I ... I think they're awful!" she finally managed to blurt out. "They're 
disgusting!" 

Bill laughed and sat down next to her. 

"I can see that you're going to require lots of attention," he said calmly. 
"The pictures in those magazines represent something wonderful and intensely 
pleasurable. They shouldn't shock you!" 

"But ... but. . . " she stammered, not knowing what to say. ". . . it's 
dirty and disgusting to take a man's ... a man's thing into your mouth! 
Uuuuuuggghhhhhhh!" 

"Do you know that from personal experience?" he asked. 

"Of course not! I would never do anything like that!" 

He sipped his drink slowly, not taking his eyes off her. 

"One of the first things you have to learn, Jan, is that all sexual 
experience is good! You can't use terms like 'dirty' or 'disgusting' to 
describe sex!" 

"Perhaps not," she admitted, uncomfortable under his stare. "But, I just 
can't help how I feel!" 

His eyes hardened. 

"Would you like to go home now and forget our little counseling sessions?" 

The implied threat was more than she could bear. 

"No!" she gushed. "I want you to help me! You promised that you would ... 
you can't go back on your promise!" 

"Then I want you to promise that you'll do exactly as I ask!" 

"I will, honestly I will!" 

He rose and began stripping off his clothes. 

"Fine!" he said with a smile. "The first thing I want you to do is to get 
undressed. We're going to try a radical approach this morning!" 

Janet complied willingly, pulling the silk dress from her luscious body 
quickly and then sliding her panties down over her flaring hips. 

As she undressed she marveled at how tan and fit he looked. There wasn't an 
ounce of extra flesh on his body and he looked like he worked out regularly 
in the sun. 

"W-what are we going to do?" she asked hesitantly, not at all embarrassed to 
be standing here in his study with both of them completely naked. 

"You're going to have to find out about a man's body," he replied smoothly, 
reaching down and patting his thickly swelling cock. "From what you've told 
me you don't really have much experience or knowledge of the male genitalia, 
do you?" 

Her eager eyes went down to his massive cock as he talked and she gasped at 
the length and girth of the blood-engorged shaft. 

"N-no," she replied quietly, fascinated by the gigantic organ. "But, I'd 
like to learn." 

"You will, my dear, you will," he assured her, sitting down on the couch and 
pulling her down beside him. "In any kind of an adequate sexual relationship 
it's imperative that both partners understand fully the other's body." 

She couldn't take her eyes off the massive column of pulsing male flesh. Her 
pussy was quivering with the heated pressure that spread through her and she 
knew that the pungent female juices were already beginning to flow out into 
her damply matted pubic hair. 

He could see how fascinated she was by the nearness of his throbbing cock 
and he decided to slowly ease her into the seduction. 

"I want you to take my cock into your hands and examine it," he ordered in a 
firm voice. "Go ahead, get your fingers around it!" 

Slowly she reached out and felt her fingertips touch the hot flesh. An 
electric shock jolted them both from the cool hands on burning maleness. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhh.. .go on, get your fingers around it ... that's it, run them 
up and down the surface gently!" 

She complied with mounting excitement. She had touched Gary's swollen penis 
many times but it was different from this experience. Then it had only been 
so that he could find his release quicker and spare her the agony of 
prolonged fucking. Now she was willingly caressing Bill's cock in a way that 
left no doubt that she found the movements pleasurable. 

"Get your face down closer so you can see every inch of it," he ordered 
suddenly, feeling the demanding pressure building in his lust-swollen 
testicles. "I want you to become thoroughly familiar with my penis and 
testicles." 

Janet pulled gently on the pliable flesh of his massive shaft and was 
surprised to see the gigantic bulbous head slowly appear purplish and 
rough-fleshed. The tiny slit in the end seemed to be winking at her and she 
playfully squeezed the shaft and then relaxed her grip. 

"Oh, yes, that's it ... do that again!" Bill moaned, thrusting his hips up 
to meet the massaging hand. 

Janet could hardly believe such a huge organ could fit inside a woman's tiny 
vagina and she shuddered with delight at the thought of this terrible penis 
plowing into her own small near-virginal pussy and splitting her apart. 

Her breathing had become labored as she, without warning, cupped her other 
hand and slid it under his pulsating balls and began massaging them. They 
felt so heavy and swollen, filled to overflowing with the sticky white male 
sperm that warmed a violated pussy with its wetness. 

"Get down on the floor between my legs," Bill suddenly demanded, pushing her 
off the couch with his strong hands. 

She tried to protest but it was no use. Her body refused to obey her mind 
and she was soon kneeling on the plush rug, his legs on either side of her 
heated body, her hands still tightly clutching his cock and balls. 

Janet leaned forward and laid her head on his thigh as she continued to 
manipulate the hot male flesh. She watched the thick rope-like veins pump 
more and more blood through the thick shaft until it threatened to burst its 
tight flesh. 

The memory of the girl in the photograph sucking voraciously on the man's 
cock was beginning to flash across Janet's mind and she had to fight back 
the impulse to lean closer and let her tongue flick and start licking up and 
down the wonderfully huge organ. 

"Would you like to kiss it?" Bill asked lewdly, sensing her desire. "Why 
don't you, it won't hurt you and it will give you a better understanding of 
how to arouse a man!" 

Janet shook her head and blushed at the thought of actually putting her 
crimson lips on his penis. At the same time, she had to admit that the 
temptation was great. 

Her hand was involuntarily pumping back and forth on the swollen cock and 
she looked over in surprise and shock to find that it was getting even 
bigger under her erotic manipulations. 

"Oooooohhhhh, look, it's swelling more and more!" she called out to the 
delighted man. "I can't believe how huge it's getting to be!" 

As the tempo of her hand increased she lowered her buttocks down against the 
plush carpet and forced her pussy lips against the soft nap of the rug. 
Immediately she felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her whole crotch. It 
was as if a raging fire were burning out of control in her loins, a fire 
that was being fanned by the erotic and tremendously exciting movements of 
her fingers on the swollen cock. 

Suddenly he was pushing his body off the couch. He came down on all fours 
next to her, his eyes glazed with lust and his jutting cock throbbing 
insanely out from his tanned loins. 

"I want to feel you ... your ... penis again!" Janet complained, reaching 
out for the wonderful organ that had been so cruelly pulled from her 
fingers. 

"In a minute," he replied, pushing her backwards until she felt the soft rug 
caressing her naked back and thighs. "Lay down. I want to examine you 
again!" 

The word 'examine' sparked a thrilling spasm of exquisite joy in her heated 
crotch and she willingly spread her creamy-white thighs apart for him. Her 
damply contracting pussy was open and exposed to his excited gaze and she 
sighed as his fingers came out and began to lewdly massage the quivering 
pussy lips and her erect little love bud. 

"OH! OH! OH!" she yelped, feeling the tender tips of his fingers invade her 
warm cuntal sheath and begin thrusting in and out playfully. 

"I want to show you that it's not dirty or disgusting to touch a woman's 
vagina with a mouth," he said smoothly, pulling his fingers from her pinkly 
ruffled slit and forcing her thighs even more widely apart. 

Janet felt his hot breath wash over her nakedly exposed pussy as he leaned 
down and his pink tongue snaked out and wormed into the fold of flesh that 
guarded her clitoris. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as the greedily probing oral member dug 
into the erect miniature penis, sending ecstatic thrills racing up and down 
her thighs and into her belly. "Oh, God, that feels sooooooo good!" 

Her initial embarrassment was gone now, replaced by a burning lust that 
demanded more and more of the joyous licking and sucking. She forced her 
legs upward to expose all of her moistly quivering cuntal area to his avid 
tongue and gasped when it slid smoothly down from her straining clitoris to 
probe into the clenching vaginal slit. 

Janet's legs were waving wildly about in the air and she closed her slender 
hands around his head and pulled him closer to her sensation-filled cunt, 
wanting to devour his mouth and fervently-sucking tongue deep inside her 
burning pussy. 

She yelped and wailed loudly, oblivious to everything but the delicious 
sensations that were threatening to overwhelm her. She had never felt 
anything so wonderful in her whole life. It was as if she were one gigantic 
pussy that was being ravaged into orgasm by the artfully lunging tongue. 

She wondered how she could have ever denied her young husband the 
opportunity to bring her such joy. It was incredibly beautiful to force her 
legs apart while Bill sucked her velvety inner walls dry of the fast-flowing 
female juices. 

"Don't stop! Oh, God, don't ever stop! Make me come! I want to come! I want 
to cooooooo-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeee!" 

She bucked wildly back and forth, her hips rotating obscenely in an effort 
to force more of the thick tongue up into her madly twisting belly. 

Bill suddenly snaked one hot hand down into the perspiring crevice between 
her upturned shaking buttocks and let his finger trail down the tiny 
puckered anal opening. She responded with an increased moaning, silently 
begging him to repeat the delicious sensation. 

She was like a crazed animal now, all of her inhibitions gone and her one 
thought to experience the wonderful sensation of impending orgasm. 

Then, he brutally pulled his sucking lips away from her frantic pussy and 
squirmed away from her. Her contorted face was agonizingly forming the words 
to call him back. 

"Please, make me come!" she screamed, unable to control her lusts. "Don't 
stop! Don't stop now!" 

A lewd smile played across his saliva and female-juice glistened lips as he 
came forward again, this time covering her writhing body with his. 

"I can make you come," he said teasingly. "Do you want to come now?" 

"Oh, yes ... I'll do anything if you'll make me cornel" 

As she spoke she reached down between his legs and grabbed his madly 
throbbing cock and guided it to the quivering pussy between her twitching 
thighs. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" 

The words were cruelly obscene but Janet didn't care. She needed to have the 
hard penis ramming into her and putting out the fire that was engulfing her 
in its lewd flames. Nothing else mattered, not her husband Gary or anything 
else! She had to find release or go crazy. 

"Y-Y-Yes," she begged, "make me come ... fuck me ... oh, Jeses ... FUCK 
MEEEEEE-EEEEEE!" 

Before the words were out of her mouth he lunged forward, burying his thick 
cudgel deeply within her tight cunt, tearing at the soft inner flesh as it 
slid brutally deep into her. 

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRG! UGGGGGG- 

HHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed, more with pleasure than with pain. 
"OOOOOOOO-HHHHHHHHHHHH! Harder! Ram me harder!" 

Her furiously clenching cuntal muscles were pulling him into her and she 
thrust her legs upward to give him better access to the nakedly glistening 
crotch that craved satisfaction. 

He bore into her with a force so great that it took the breath from her 
body. Before she could gulp in more air he jerked his hips again and his 
hard cockhead rammed into her womb entrance. 

"UUUUUNNNN NNGGGGG UUNNGG-HHHHHHH!" Janet cried out in pain and surprise at 
the force of his deep thrust. 

The pain was gone almost immediately and she threw her long legs up on his 
lower back and locked her ankles tightly, forcing his cock deeper into her 
sizzling pussy. 

Bill started to withdraw his cock smoothly until just the huge rubbery head 
was lodged inside her moistly clasping slit. Then, he began to fuck in and 
out with an exciting rhythm that rocked Janet with its ferocity. 

On and on it went, his lust-swollen balls banging into her upturned smooth 
buttocks as he pistoned his gigantic cock forward in an eager tempo that 
brought her closer to orgasm. 

"Harder ... fuck me harder! Make me come! Make me come!" 

Her lust-contorted face tossed back and forth on the floor, her long blonde 
hair flying. 

Bill's powerful hips were driving her crazy with desire and she moaned in 
ecstasy from the deep thrusts of his massive glistening cock reaming her 
hungrily clenching pussy. 

He was humping in earnest now, sinking his cock to its limit in her cunt, 
banging against her uterus and causing ripples of delightful pleasure to 
flow through her torture, sex-starved young body. His driving strokes were 
demanding and she thrust back against him, feeling his hard pelvis grinding 
on her clitoris and increasing the sensations. 

She looked down to the length and thickness of the shaft that was plunging 
in and out of her widespread young cunt and couldn't believe that it was all 
going into her and making her feel so good. 

Suddenly, there were new sensations racing through her and she realized that 
she was having her first orgasm. Dizzily, she felt her sticky, cum-slickened 
pussy-mouth contract tightly around the impaling huge cock and she screamed 
out her pleasure and ecstasy. 

"I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING!" 

Her almost incoherent voice was filled with wonder at the overwhelming 
sensations that were shooting through her rippling cunt and belly and her 
legs went weak at the intensity of the delicious joy. 

Wave after wave of succeeding orgasm wracked her climaxing young body and 
she suddenly felt him tense and knew that his own sperm was racing up 
through his cock to explode inside her. 

"Come with me!" she pleaded, wanting to share her delirious pleasure with 
him. "Oh, Jesus, fuck meeeee!" 

Janet felt his fingers suddenly wriggle down into her buttock crevice and 
one of them wormed its way into her tightly-puckered ass-hole. She cried out 
in shock and tried to move her helplessly trapped buttocks out of the way 
but the finger continued to plunge into the tight anal passage. 

"Open your ass wider!" he commanded, as his finger sank deeper into her 
rectal flesh. 

She could only obey. The lewdly probing finger hurt only for a moment, and 
then added an entirely new sensation to their fucking as it searched her 
anal passage and then, with a smooth movement, sank all the way in to the 
hilt. With some shock she realized that Bill was fucking her both with his 
cock and with a finger deep in her ass. What was more difficult to believe, 
it felt great to her and she began to screw her taut-muscled ass-cheeks down 
against his finger in time to the plunging iron-hard invasions of his cock. 
She felt giddy being so obscenely impaled that way, and then his mouth was 
coming down on her open lips, his tongue finding hers. She could taste the 
salty saliva on his tongue and she began to suck hard on it as he continued 
to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked before. 

She felt like a rutting animal and she was loving it. Inside her quaking 
cum-slippery cunt, she could feel his thickly swollen cock getting even 
bigger and harder and she knew he was about to come. Another massive orgasm 
was building deep inside her too and she pulled away from his tongue long 
enoough to gasp a few coherent words. 

"Bill-I'm coming again! Come in me now! Come with me and let me feel your 
wonderful sperm way deep inside me!" 

"Okay, baby, you asked for it!" 

He began to fuck her with a new frenzy, panting, driving deep with cock and 
finger while her hands held her wide split pussy up to him and her legs 
clamped him tight. A deep low groaning began far down in his throat and his 
cock became a lust-incited machine as it plunged and retreated, and then she 
felt the tremendous white-hot spurting, the orgasmic spasms which racked his 
wild young body, and she realized she was matching them with a fury which 
left her body completely out of control. 

"We're coming ... we're coming ... WE'RE COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!" she screamed 
and clutched him with the frenzied strength of her passion, sinking her 
white teeth into the muscle of his shoulder until she could taste the 
saltiness of his perspiring skin in her frantically sucking mouth. 

Then, it was over and they collapsed limply on the floor, the final 
tremblings still shaking their lewdly twined bodies. Janet found it 
difficult to focus her eyes and coordinate her limbs and hands as she 
caressed and held and kissed the older man who had brought her such 
overwhelming pleasure. 

His throbbing cock was still deeply inside her come-glistening cunt. Slowly, 
it slipped out to fall against her belly and it felt good for her to have it 
lying there. 

The smell of their perspiring bodies and their juices was heavy in the air 
and her entire body ached deliriously, particularly her inner thighs and 
come-flooded pussy. 

"How do you feel about fucking now?" Bill asked with a groan of exhaustion. 

She wished immediately that he hadn't spoken because it brought her back to 
her senses. She was an adulteress! There was no other word for it and she 
felt suddenly like a whore. No matter what the justification had been, she 
had been unfaithful to her young husband and she felt degraded and ashamed 
of her own passions. 

Bill Davidson felt the burning face against his chest and he sensed what was 
happening. He pulled away from her arms and rolled over on his elbow and 
stared at the lovely spent body. 

"What you're feeling right now will go away," he said quietly and 
soothingly. "I understand how you feel about yourself, but you've got to 
think about how much better it's going to be for you and Gary now that you 
know how wonderful fucking can be!" 

She wanted desperately to believe-to know that her marriage could be saved. 
But something in the back of her confused mind told her that her troubles 
were not yet over. 

"Do you think so?" she asked naively. "Do you really think so?" 

Bill wanted to laugh but he kept a straight face as he looked down at her. 
"I guarantee it!" 

She could still feel the rock-hard cock as it had plunged into her 
greedily-clasping pussy and she wanted to reach out and touch it. But she 
did not. Instead, she scrambled to her feet and began to pick up her 
discarded clothing. 

"What are you doing?" he asked in surprise. 

"I'm going home now," Janet replied dully, her whole body trembling from the 
exhaustion of the furious fucking it had received. "I'm going home and 
rest!" 

"I'd like to see you again tomorrow," Bill said. "Why don't you come over 
after classes? You do start classes tomorrow don't you?" 

Janet nodded, struggling into her dress. Despite her previous feelings of 
shame, Janet knew that she would be back as often as he wanted. She had gone 
over the brink now and didn't want even to think about not seeing Professor 
Davidson and having his huge cock pounding into her quivering pussy. 

"What time?" she asked, smoothing her dress down over her luscious hips. 

"How about five o'clock?" 

He kissed her warmly on the lips and squeezed her trembling buttocks before 
she left. 

She walked down the street toward the bus stop quickly, anxious to be home 
and get under a hot shower. Her heart was still pounding and she was wrapped 
up in the reveries of her first orgasm. 

"Hi! Want a lift?" 

Janet looked over in surprise to see the young girl from the auditorium 
sitting at the curb in an expensive open sports car. She tried desperately 
to remember her name. 

"You haven't forgotten me already, have you?" the pretty girl asked, a smile 
coming to her lips at Janet's obvious embarrassment. "I'm Pat Thompson-you 
met me yesterday at school, remember?" 

"Of course I remember you," Janet replied, coming over to the car. "I just 
couldn't think of your name for a moment. How are you?" 

"Oh, I'm just fine, honey. I saw you coming out of Professor Davidson's 
house and I thought I'd give you that tour of the campus that I promised." 

She reached over and opened the car door for Janet. 

Janet didn't particularly want to spend the afternoon sight-seeing but there 
seemed no way to refuse without offending the friendly coed. She managed to 
get her body into the low car without showing too much flesh and they roared 
off. 

"What do you think of the professor?" Pat asked with a glint in her eye. "I 
mean, do you find his counseling techniques interesting?" 

Janet blushed at the bold question but quickly decided that Pat couldn't 
really know what had happened to her. 

"He's very professional," she replied hurriedly. "I think I'm going to enjoy 
working with him!" 

"Oh, you will, I'm sure of it," Pat laughed. 

The young girl drove skillfully through the campus, pointing out the 
different buildings and dormitories to Janet. She was witty and soon had 
Janet laughing at her descriptions of the faculty at the university. 

Janet was suddenly happy that she had run into the girl. It was her first 
real friend she had made since coming to Florida and they were soon chatting 
and giggling like teenagers. 

Before Janet saw what was happening, Pat had left the campus and was driving 
toward the city center. 

"Where are we going?" she asked. "My apartment is in the other direction. 

Pat brushed the wind-swept long hair out of her face before replying. 

"I'm going to show you my pad," she announced, raising her voice to be heard 
over the wind. "We can relax and talk for a while before I take you home." 

Janet relaxed against the soft seat and watched the passing traffic as they 
drove. Suddenly she gasped as she caught sight of Helen Davidson's car. Gary 
was driving and the smiling older woman was sitting close to his side. 
Neither Gary or Helen saw Janet as they swept by. 

"What's the matter?" Pat asked, alarm in her voice. 

"I just saw my husband and Professor Davidson's wife! What could he possibly 
be doing with her?" 

Pat smiled lewdly but didn't answer. 

Then, after a few moments more driving she pulled into a long driveway 
beside an ultra-modern apartment building and parked in the lot at the rear. 

"Do you know Mrs. Davidson?" Janet asked insistently, wanting to know 
anything that Pat could tell her about the lovely woman who seemed almost to 
be sitting on Gary's lap. She had to know! "Wait'll we get inside," Pat 
replied, leading Janet into a long hallway and then into her own apartment. 

Janet was immediately impressed by the luxuriously furnished apartment and 
she wondered if Pat's family were wealthy. Everything was in perfect taste, 
from the stark modern paintings on the walls to the comfortable furniture. 

Pat led Janet to the couch and they sat down. 

"Please Pat, tell me about Mrs. Davidson!" 

Pat stared at Janet before speaking. There seemed to be a good deal of 
sympathy in her lovely eyes. 

"Honey," she began "I don't want to get you upset, but I think you and your 
husband may be getting into something you really don't understand." 

"W-What do you mean?" Janet asked, her voice cracking. 

"I might as well give it to you straight," Pat continued. "Professor 
Davidson is the biggest goddamned cock-hound in the State-he'd fuck anything 
that moved! And Mrs. Davidson is a nymphomaniac or worse! She gets her kicks 
being knocked around by truck driver types!" 

The words were like a hard slap across her face and Janet couldn't bring 
herself to believe what she was being told. 

"It's not true-it can't be true!" she retorted, her face flushed. 

Pat leaned over and patted Janet's knee gently. 

"Oh, it's true all right! The pig really screwed up my roommate by fucking 
her for about a month and then dumping her. The poor kid almost committed 
suicide. She had to leave school." 

"But ... but ... how can he get away with it?" Janet asked, still unable to 
believe the words. "Why doesn't somebody do something?" 

Pat sneered at the woman's naivete. 

"Are you kidding? Bill Davidson is so slick that half the broads he's fucked 
are screaming for more. The rest are either too ashamed or too frightened of 
his position to do anything! With his wife, well, did you ever know a man to 
complain about getting some of the best pussy in Florida?" 

Janet could only sit there and shake her head at the awful revelations. She 
felt like a silly fool for letting Bill seduce her so easily. He must be 
laughing yet, she thought bitterly. 

"Did he try to make love to you?" she asked hesitantly. 

"Did he ever!" Pat replied angrily. "But my father is a trustee at this dump 
and I threatened to tell him about our friend the sex maniac!" 

Oh, my God, I feel so stupid, Janet said to herself silently. How could she 
have let it happen to her? Then she remembered her young husband and the 
smiling older woman. 

"What can I do about my husband? I can't let this happen to us!" 

Pat studied the older student intently, trying to guess what was going 
through her mind. 

"You're kind of fucked up sexually, aren't you?" 

Janet nodded glumly, her throat tight with shame and humiliation. 

"Does your husband dig the rough stuff?" Pat asked quietly. "I mean, does he 
really dig the rough stuff?" 

Janet was embarrassed to admit it but it certainly was true. She remembered 
the terrible bruises her body bore after Gary's brutal and drunken rapes of 
her unwilling pussy. 

"Well, honey, I guess the only thing you can do is to let him take it out on 
you or to relax and forget him," Pat said sadly. "He'll never be satisfied 
with a cold body again after screwing that hot bitch!" 

The words were cruel but Janet had to admit their truth. It seemed so ironic 
that just at the time she was sexually awakened to the delights of fucking 
her husband should turn to another woman. 

Janet's head was pounding and she groaned. 

"I don't know what to do-oh, Christ, I just don't know what to do!" 

Suddenly she was in Pat's warm arms and the younger girl was pressing her 
body against Janet's tense breasts. It all seemed too awful to be anything 
but a nightmare. 

"Take it easy, Jan, maybe it will seem better if you took a little nap. Why 
don't you go in and lay down for a while. I'll give you a tranquilizer." 

Janet looked at her new friend gratefully. That was exactly what she wanted 
to do ... to crawl into a warm comfortable bed and pull the world in around 
her ... to blot out the awful images and memories of herself degrading her 
body with the obscene professor. 

She allowed herself to be led into the darkened bedroom where she undressed 
quickly and got into the bed while Pat went to the medicine cabinet for the 
pills. When she returned she had a glass of water. 

"Here," she said soothingly, "take these and you'll be asleep in no time at 
all. I'll wake you in a couple of hours, okay?" 

The powerful pills worked quickly and Janet was soon sleeping soundly, her 
body curled up in a fetal position in the warm and comfortable bed. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"You won't forget our date tomorrow night, will you?" Helen Davidson called 
out to Gary Willis as the mechanic started away from the car. "I'll pick you 
up after work, okay?" 

Gary turned and gave her a smile and a wave as she drove out of the station. 
His cock still ached from her hot little pussy as he trudged toward the 
office where his boss waited angrily. 

"Where in the hell you been, Gary?" the man scowled. "You were just supposed 
to take that broad around the block and find out what was wrong with her 
car! You've been gone damned near an hour!" 

"Yeh, I know," he lied smoothly. "But the thing quit on me. The gas line to 
the fuel pump was loose and it was loosing suction. It only took me a minute 
to tighten it up after I found the leak. Here," he said, pulling out one of 
the two twenty dollar bills Helen Davidson had given him, "she gave me this 
and said she couldn't wait for a receipt." 

The service station manager calmed down a little as he took the twenty 
dollars and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. 

"For services rendered, huh?" the manager laughed lewdly, winking at Gary. 
"How come you get all the cunt, man? How come none of these broads come 
sniffing around me for some cock?" 

Gary just laughed, thinking about Helen Davidson. 

* * * 

Janet woke slowly, her tired limbs and depressed mind not wanting to face 
the cold reality of consciousness. She stirred reluctantly and her hands 
tried to pull the warm covers over her head. For a few agonized moments she 
tried to fight the awakening, then gave in to it as she heard the sound of 
the shower in the adjoining bathroom. 

She lowered the covers from her head and glanced at the clock on the bedside 
table. It read four forty-five and she knew that Gary would be getting home 
from work soon. 

She scrambled out of the bed quickly and tried to find the light switch. 
While she was still groping around the room the bathroom door opened and Pat 
Thompson stepped into the room, her lovely young body wrapped in a huge soft 
towel. Her hair was pinned up and without makeup she looked like a teenager. 

"What are you doing up?" Pat asked. "You should still be sleeping!" 

"I've got to get home," Janet replied groggily. "My husband will be home 
soon and I've got to be there!" 

Then, suddenly she remembered what had happened today and she collapsed on 
the bed, her head in her hands and loud sobs escaped her lips. 

"OH, my God ... my God!" 

Pat rushed over and sat down beside the unhappy bride. 

"I'll call your husband and tell him you'll be late," she said, the towel 
slipping from her damp lovely shoulders as she pulled Janet into her arms. 

"Oh, Pat, would you?" Janet said. "I just couldn't face him now after ... 
after what's happened. I need time to think!" 

"You get back under the covers and let me worry about Gary," Pat ordered, 
helping her new friend crawl back under the blanket. "I'll go call your 
apartment-you just relax and let me help you!" 

Pat rearranged the towel around her voluptuous body and went into the front 
room. She dialed the number Janet had given her and waited impatiently as 
the phone rang without answer. She waited for another minute and then 
replaced the receiver in the cradle. 

Her mind was racing with obscene thoughts of the lovely older girl lying 
naked in her bed in the other room. Pat shivered as she tried to imagine her 
pink little tongue and warm mouth sucking the sweet juices from Janet's 
quivering pussy. Her hand had unconsciously gone down to her damp pussy and 
was lewdly strumming her own clitoris as the warmth continued to spread 
through her burning loins. 

Pat had been turned off of men early in her young life. A callous gardener 
at her father's estate had seduced her when she was fifteen and anxious for 
sexual experience of any type. His huge cock had ripped her almost apart, 
tearing the tender cuntal flesh as he cruelly thrust into her again and 
again until she was screaming with pain. When a sympathetic private tutor in 
the same household had found out about the girl's agonizing experience, she 
had soothed Pat's brutalized young pussy with her mouth while teaching the 
girl the secret of wonderful lesbian practices. 

Since that time, Pat had never allowed herself to be touched by any man. 
Instead, she took her pleasures with the lovely roommates she chose at 
boarding school and then university. And now she intended to include Janet 
in her list of conquests. 

She went back into the bedroom, her mind busy with plans for the seduction. 
She knew that Janet was emotionally drained from the professor's cruel and 
unethical fucking. 

"Still awake?" Pat called out to the body under the covers. 

"Yes," Janet replied, her fevered brain still reeling from all that had 
happened today and the after-effects of the strong sleeping pill. 

Pat removed the towel from her luscious young body and got into bed with her 
guest, careful not to touch the other girl with her warm body. 

"Your husband isn't home yet," she said soothingly. "I'll try again in a 
little while." 

"T-thank you, Pat," Janet replied. "I'd like to stay with you for a little 
while longer if I may?" 

Pat edged a little closer until her hip was just barely touching Janet's. 
Her fingers came down on the other girl's heated flesh and began to caress 
her long thigh. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnn," Janet moaned with pleasure at the contact, 
unable to control her need for physical comforting. "Oh, Pat, you've been so 
good to me!" 

Immediately picking up the cue, Pat pressed her whole body into Janet, 
little goose-bumps starting as she felt her rock-hard pink nipples pressing 
against Janet's side. Her hands began to roam up and down the dejected 
girl's body, darting from place to place in an enticing movement that made 
the other girl want to cry out for Pat to continue. 

"I'll always be your friend, honey," Pat purred in a low sexy voice. "Just 
relax and let me take care of you. Men are such pigs and they just don't 
realize how badly they can hurt a girl!" 

Janet nodded her agreement, thinking o: how she had been treated by Gary and 
Bill Davidson. It was true, of course, that the professor had brought her to 
the ecstasy of orgasm, but he had done it by deceiving her. 

She turned her body until she was lying flat on her back, her legs parted 
slightly am her quivering pussy filled with the warmth of slowly-erupting 
passion. Despite everything, she thought, she still needed to once again 
experience the joy of exquisite sensations shooting through her pussy and 
belly. 

Pat's fingers were slowly trailing in little circles around Janet's swelling 
breasts, teasing the straining pink nipples into erection as her hot breath 
fluttered against Janet's tousled hair and shoulder. 

The young wife suddenly felt an overwhelming need to thrust her body against 
Pat's and she did so quickly, surprising the other with the eagerness of her 
movements. 

"Oh, Pat, I'm so confused," she wailed, feeling the rock-hard nipples 
pushing against her own. "What Professor Davidson did was so wrong but ... 
"she paused, trying to force the words out of her throat, ". . . but I never 
felt anything so wonderful in my life as when he ... " 

Pat put a finger to Janet's lips to silence her as she threw her leg over 
the young wife's thigh, the wispy damp pubic hair-lined cuntal furrow 
pressing against the creamy trembling flesh. 

"Don't talk, honey, just lie here and let me hold you!" 

Pat knew that the battle was almost over and that soon her avid mouth would 
be sucking lustily on the almost virginal pussy. At the other girl's 
squirming movements to press even closer, Pat increased the massaging and 
caressing of Janet's voluptuous breasts. Then, Janet's arms went around her 
smoothly, warmly, and their young trembling bodies came together tightly. 
Pat brought her mouth down softly and warmly on Janet's slightly-parted 
lips. Janet gasped and sucked Pat's tongue in between her lips, drawing 
deeply on it, trapping it between them as her own tongue drew hard on it. 

It was as if the movement were something familiar that she had been doing 
for years and Janet felt no shame or embarrassment when the younger girl 
slid one hand down low to the tautly clenched thighs and worked her fingers 
into the smooth pink slit between them as her tongue dueled wantonly with 
Janet's. 

Incredibly, Janet was responding warmly and the room seemed to swim as the 
tips of Pat's breasts pressed into hers and sent a ripple of pleasure 
surging through her. 

Finally, it was Pat who broke the embrace. 

"I can show you something that no man can do really well," she whispered. 
"Shall I?" 

Janet was even more confused than before but she knew that what was 
happening was now out of her control. The other girl's hand was still firmly 
wedged between her trembling thighs and the fingers were driving her crazy 
as they played lewdly on her burning clitoris. 

"I ... I don't know," she moaned, "oh, God, yesssss ... . " 

"Pat's warm body slipped down on the bed until her head was pressing against 
Janet's fearfully trembling belly. Janet slowly began to undulate her hips, 
parting her legs slightly as Pat's long dark hair trailed across the flat 
white belly. 

Then, Pat's mouth was nuzzling her lower stomach obscenely, her tongue 
slashing at the quaking young flesh. Her hands eased behind Janet, drawing 
her closer and Janet instinctively thrust her pelvis upward, opening herself 
to the lewdly seeking spear of pink tongue that played softly on the curls 
of her pubic mound and then darted wetly against the outer lips of Janet's 
traitorously swelling cunt. Pat licked there for a moment, barely 
penetrating the outer lips in teasing anticipation of what was soon to come. 

"Ooooooooh-h-h!" Janet moaned, caught up in a passion that she didn't know 
she was capable of. 

Pat's mouth was all over her, hot and vibrant and seeking, her fingers 
trailing over the milk-white flesh of Janet's body, seeking out secret spots 
that even Janet hadn't been aware of. She found herself gasping, 
involuntarily undulating to the love-making of the eager young dark-haired 
girl as Pat's heavily rounded breasts pressed themselves against while her 
avidly seeking lips unwaveringly traced their lewd course. 

"Oh ... yes ... that's it ... oooooohhhhhh, it feels so good!" Janet cooed. 

Pat's fingers were up between her legs next, tickling and rubbing and 
massaging, and then two fingers entered her softly protesting cunt and 
worked their way gradually up into the tender vaginal depths. Janet began to 
moan beneath the girl's lust-inciting ministrations, humping her pubic mound 
upwards, and spreading her gently quivering legs wider for her voluptuous 
partner. She wondered what unplumbed depths of passion still remained within 
herself, and suddenly realized that a woman could be a much more skilled 
lover than a man. Her hands reached out for Pat's slowly moving head. 

She could feel the juices of passion already running from her swollen, 
throbbing pussy as Pat moved over to kneel up between her legs. She arched 
her back, offering up the aching mound of her pubis. 

"Kiss me," she whispered hoarsely. "Kiss my pussy!" 

"Oh, yes, yes!" Pat murmured in reply. 

Then, as Pat's fingers skillfully opened her cuntal lips wide, the 
dark-haired head dipped slowly and Janet felt the searing touch of her 
tongue on the desire-inflamed flesh of her cunt. It slashed the full length 
of her hotly pulsating pussy, and turned the coral-hued folds to liquid 
fire. like a bird's tongue, it flickered from side to side, up and down, 
over the rigid pleasure bud of her clitoris, and finally, snake-like, deep 
into her lustfully burning vagina. 

"Suck my pussy ... oh, God, suck it nowwwwwww!" 

Janet gasped as she felt the softly sucking lips close wetly over her 
yearning pussy-flesh, and she cried out softly, thrusting up hard as her 
thighs clenched automatically up around the beautiful face. Pat opened her 
eyes and the slanted jewels met Janet's gaze in a look of mingled pleasure 
and triumph. Her tongue smoothly licked over every inch of Janet's quivering 
cunt, first the slick outer lips, then delving deeper, teasing, tasting, 
titillating, bringing Janet closer to the verge of ecstasy by the moment. 

"Ooooooooooohh! Ooooooooooohh! Ooooo-oooooohhhhh!" 

Janet wailed loudly as she tossed madly on the bed, opening her steaming 
loins up even wider, crying out, her hands clutching at the mass of dark 
hair, drawing Pat's head down painfully hard against the tender, trembling 
mound of her pussy. 

"I'm coming ... I'm commmmmm-mmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnggggggg!" she cried out as 
she felt the fluid gush down from her pulsing cuntal slit and out over the 
lips which eagerly covered it. Her body was on fire, and nothing could put 
it out but the greedy tongue buried deep up inside her wildly thrashing 
cunt. 

"Again! Oh, please, make me come again!" 

Pat continued her lewd oral lovemaking determinedly, eagerly, insatiable, 
bringing Janet to peak after orgasmic peak, until Janet was drained and 
limp, unable to participate beyond lying there spread-eagled on the bed, 
offering her young quivering body. Finally, Pat slowly abandoned her feast 
and slid up on the bed and took Janet into her arms. Her warm mouth sought 
the other girl's eagerly, and Janet could taste her own come, thick and rich 
on the young student's mouth. She licked wantonly at them and plunged her 
own tongue deeply between the passion-swollen lips. 

Their bodies were slick with the perspiration of their endeavors and the air 
was pungent with the musky odors of their female flesh. 

Janet slid a hand between Pat's thighs and felt the hot slippery pussy down 
there. She brought her fingers back up to her lips and licked it away, heady 
with the taste. 

"I better go call your husband," Pat whispered, anxious to complete the 
conversation and have Janet with her for another hour or so. "I'll just be a 
minute!" 

Janet didn't protest. She lay in bed and waited while Pat went into the 
front room and held a hurried conversation on the telephone. When she came 
back she slipped quickly into the bed and took the other girl into her arms 
again. 

"Everything's cool!" she murmured against Janet's panting breasts. "He 
sounded a little pissed-off but I told him I'd have you home by seven at the 
latest!" 

"I wish I could stay here forever!" 

Janet blushed as the words came out. But it was true. She wanted nothing 
more at that moment than to lay in Pat's arms for the rest of her life. 

"I guess I should be sorry for seducing you, but I'm not the least bit 
repentant!" Pat said warmly, nuzzling her nose against the still rigid 
nipples of Janet's luscious breasts. 

"I don't want you to be sorry for anything!" Janet protested in reply. "I 
wanted it more than you did!" 

As if to emphasize her words, Janet kissed her new friend warmly. Their 
bodies came together and their tongues dueled sweetly. Janet's hand went to 
the twin mounds of Pat's voluptuous breasts and squeezed them, feeling the 
nipples rising hard as Pat shifted on the bed so that their legs became 
entangled in warmly rubbing intimacy. 

After a moment, Janet moved up and over the student so that she could take 
first one nipple and then the other, into her ripe lips. 

Her tongue traced tiny circles around them, and she sucked lightly. She 
worked her other hand down between Pat's softly trembling thighs and found 
the passion-drenched mass of her pubic hair and cupped it, rubbing slowly, 
while her mouth continued to work on the other girl's naked pulsating 
breasts. She felt Pat's finger sifting through her golden hair, then lightly 
pressuring and guiding her head downward. 

"Do me," Pat murmured lewdly. "Do me now, honey, please!" 

Janet let herself kiss and lick the silken flesh of Pat's softly heaving 
belly, then down around the soft curls of her pubic triangle. Suddenly she 
could find nothing in her nostrils except the musky smell of Pat's warmly 
seeping pussy, and the scent raised new and strangely obscene desires in her 
mind. 

She knew what she had to do. Just one time. She had to! 

Clumsily, she parted Pat's legs and slid kneeling up between them. The 
pulsing pussy slit of the other girl's cunt was inches from her face, its 
heady odor filling her nostrils as they flared with her excited lust. 

With her fingers she parted the fleshy lips of Pat's hungrily dilating cunt 
and saw the pinkly glistening folds of the student's inner pussy. It gleamed 
slickly with droplets of her coming from their first lovemaking. She had to 
taste this, lick it away, devour it. With a soft gasp, she dove on it, her 
tongue spearing out, sinking into the soft flesh as it made contact and 
swiped the full length of the female-tasting pussy. She heard Pat cry out 
softly above her head and felt the mound come up urgently against her lewdly 
questing lips. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Suck it! Oh, God, suck my pussy!" 

Janet pressed her mouth down harder against it, sucking and licking with 
un-equaled abandon. She felt the little spear of Pat's clitoris with her 
lips and captured it, sucking voraciously, swirling her tongue around the 
sensitive little bud until-almost immediately-Pat was crying out and 
thrusting up against her and trembling as a great gushing of thick, musky 
love-moisture gushed into the young wife's waiting mouth. 

"Oh, darling ... I'm coming!" 

Janet licked and swallowed wildly, her hair tossing in a golden mass of 
curls over the widespread milk white thighs of the younger girl. Her hands 
found the firmly shaped mounds of Pat's quivering buttocks and she spread 
them wide, to gain greater access to the banquet of cuntal flesh, and she 
worked first one, and then two fingers deep up into the thrashing little 
anus, fucking in and out uncontrollably with them as Pat continued to spend 
her vaginal secretions freely. 

"Don't stop!" Pat wailed, thrusting her burning pussy and anus up to meet 
the twin spearing of tongue and fingers. "I want to come forever!" 

Janet's tongue buried itself deeply up inside the writhing cunt, the pointed 
tip seeking and twisting lewdly around in the velvety inner flesh that 
continued to pour out the delicious juices. 

Deep within her own body she could feel the spasm begin again, her own 
flowing juices running out of the desperately clenching pussy and down her 
trembling thighs as she knelt over the thrashing young girl and licked 
wildly at her widely splayed loins. 

"Darling ... darling ... darling!" Pat cried out. "Swing around on the bed. 
Let me taste your sweet cunt too!" 

Although she had never done it before, Janet knew instinctively what Pat 
wanted. Without letting her gulping, frenzied lips lose contact with Pat's 
delicious cunt, she turned her body so that they were lying upside down to 
each other, face-to-loins. She felt Pat's hands on her thighs and let her 
part them wide. Then the other girl's face was deep between her legs and her 
tongue was dipping lewdly into the young wife's vagina, and her finger was 
fucking in and out of Janet's tightly clenching ass-hole. 

Janet continued her own licking and sucking and finger-fucking until she was 
utterly exhausted and finally satiated. Then she began a slow, steady 
kissing and light tonguing of the pulsing cunt while Pat came down in the 
same easy relaxing way. 

"Everything's cool," she murmured against Janet's softly heaving breasts. 
"He sounded a little pissed-off, but I told him I'd have you home by seven 
at the latest!" 

"I wish I could stay here forever! You're wonderful!" 

"Wonderful enough to make you forget that sex-maniac Davidson?" 

Janet giggled and nodded. Then, seeing that it was almost seven o'clock, she 
jumped from the bed and started dressing. 

"I wish there really were some way I could come and live with you, Pat," she 
said seriously as she slipped into her panties and bra. 

"Me too," Pat replied, rising and getting dressed too. "I can't think of 
anything in the world more beautiful than having that sweet little pussy of 
yours all to myself." 

Pat drove Janet home. They sat in front of the apartment building where Gary 
waited, neither of them wanting to say goodbye. Finally, Janet got out of 
the car. 

"Do you want me to go up with you?" Pat asked. "I mean, you might need some 
moral support to face that bastard of a husband of yours." 

"Thanks, but I can handle him alone," Janet replied, clearly not convinced 
that the words she spoke were true. "I'll call you tomorrow." 

She watched as Pat drove off and then went up the stairs toward her 
apartment. 

Gary was sitting in front of the loudly playing television, a can of beer in 
his hand, when Janet let herself into the small flat. 

"Where in the hell have you been?" he demanded, furious that he had had to 
fix his own supper. "And who in the hell is that broad that telephoned me?" 

Suddenly Janet was more angry than she could remember being in months. 

"That 'broad' happens to be the daughter of one of the trustees of the 
university!" she snapped, her face flushed and her angry eyes flashing. 

"Big deal! I suppose she's a snooty little bitch who thinks her shit don't 
stink!" 

Janet was so furious with her husband that she wanted to slap him across the 
face. Instead, she fought to get herself under control as she watched him 
sip his beer. 

"I saw you today," she said coldly. 

"Huh? You saw me where?" 

"You were driving Mrs. Davidson's car and she was practically sitting in 
your lap!" 

She wanted to punish him and she was rewarded with a guilty, shamefaced 
look. 

"I was just test-driving her car," Gary alibied, uncomfortable under his 
wife's stare. "I was working!" 

"Don't lie to me, I know all about Mrs. Davidson and her..." she struggled 
to find the right words. ". . . and her need to be beaten by men like you!" 

Gary was shocked by the terrible truth and he got to his feet. His legs were 
wobbly from the beer he had drunk since getting off work and he was unsteady 
as he approached his wife. 

"It's a goddamned lie!" he said drunkenly, slurring his words. "Who the hell 
told you a fucking story like that?" 

For a moment Janet was tempted to believe his denial. After all, she told 
herself, she had only Pat's gossip to go on. Then, she saw an obscene smile 
play across his lips and she knew that it was true. 

"What's the matter, baby, you jealous?" 

Gary was fondling his swollen cock beneath his trousers, his grimy hand 
obscene and sickening as it tried to massage the disgusting penis into 
erection. 

"Why should you give a fuck what I do?" he continued. You sure as shit ain't 
putting out very often!" 

"No, I'm not jealous," she said in a cold voice. "I'm shamed and humiliated 
and disgusted with you-but not jealous! You can shove that dirty thing into 
any alley-cat you like from now on, I'm going to stay with my friend until I 
decide whether or not to leave you for good!" 

She wheeled and raced out of the apartment before he could stop her. Her 
reeling brain was filled with confused thoughts and the tears were streaming 
from her eyes as she went quickly down the stairway. She could hear Gary 
calling down the stairs at her retreating figure. 

"Come back here, you little bitch!" 

She was relieved to find that he was too drunk to follow her. Her trembling 
legs carried her to the nearest phone booth and she quickly dialed Pat's 
number. 

Pat's surprised voice promised to come immediately to pick her up. As she 
waited, Janet wondered how her life could have fallen apart so easily in 
just a few hours. 

By the time that Pat pulled her expensive sports car to a screeching halt in 
front of the phone booth, Janet was near emotional collapse, tears streaming 
down her flushed cheeks as the agonized sobs escaped her crimson lips. 

They drove back to Pat's apartment in silence and Janet allowed herself to 
be undressed and put to bed. The last thing she remembered was Pat's warm 
kiss. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Pat was already gone to school for the first day of the fall semester when 
Janet shook her groggy mind and body awake and sat up in the soft bed. 

There was a note addressed to her propped up be the bedside clock and she 
read it quickly: 

JAN, HONEY 

HAD TO LEAVE EARLY-PLEASE 

MEET ME IN THE STUDENT 

CAFETERIA AT NOON. DON'T WORRY 

ABOUT A THING-WE'LL WORK OUT 

ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS-LOVE-PAT Janet knew that she should have started her own 
classes today, but she just couldn't face anyone so soon after her 
confrontation with Gary. Instead, she took a long, luxurious bath and then 
watched television. 

Her own silk dress and underwear were rumpled and soiled, so she borrowed 
clothing from Pat's ample closet. She chose a simple blouse and a skirt that 
fit so tightly she blushed. She completed her wardrobe by slipping her feet 
into a pair of Mexican sandals. 

As she walked toward the campus cafeteria she wondered what was going to 
happen to her. She had neither the money nor the ability to wire her parents 
for any that would allow her to live apart from Gary. His salary was barely 
adequate for their modest apartment and their simple expenses. But she knew 
that she would have to do something to support herself. Perhaps I can get a 
job as a waitress, she thought idly, pushing her way into the crowded 
cafeteria and scanned the room for Pat. 

Suddenly, Pat was at her side, a pretty smile on her face and a large bag 
under her arm. 

"Hi, honey," she said brightly. "I didn't realize this place was going to be 
so crowded so I got us some sandwiches. We can eat out on the lawn, okay?" 

Janet was relieved at not having to fight her way through the milling, 
boisterous students and she gladly followed her young friend out onto the 
tree-shaded lawn. 

Soon she was wolfing down the food that Pat had brought, marveling at her 
own appetite. Then she remembered that she hadn't eaten yesterday and she 
attacked another sandwich. 

"Hey, take it easy," Pat called out between bites of her own sandwich. 
"You'll make yourself sick wolfing down your food that way!" 

After they had finished eating, Pat threw herself down on her back on the 
soft grass and looked up at Janet. 

"Feel better today?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "You were a 
mess last night!" 

The depressed young wife told Pat what had happened when she had gone home 
to face Gary and how he had drunkenly insulted her. 

"The dirty bastard!" 

Pat's voice was filled with anger and scorn for the mechanic and she made no 
attempt to disguise the contempt she had for him. 

"What am I going to do?" Janet asked, her face a study in agony and 
frustration. "I don't even have money enough to get a hotel room until I can 
figure things out." 

"You'll stay with me, of course!" Pat replied. "And my dear old dad has 
enough influence around here to get you a scholarship so money is no 
problem." She paused and stared intently at Janet. "The thing that worries 
me is your husband. He sounds like a violent son-of-a-bitch to me!" 

"I'll just have to wait until the right moment and then tell him what I've 
decided to do," Janet said slowly. "I guess it'll mean a divorce!" 

The thought of having the beautiful young wife living with her filled Pat 
with delight. But she was worried about what Gary would do when he found 
out. The last thing in the world she wanted was for him to come to her 
apartment and cause a drunken scene. 

"I'll tell you what," she announced to Janet. "Why don't we get it over with 
today. We'll go to the service station where your husband works and just 
tell him you're leaving him. 

That way I'll be there if he tries any rough stuff." 

"Oh, Pat, would you?" 

The smiling student assured her friend that she would and they made plans to 
meet after Pat's last class. Then, she rose and hurried off, assuring the 
still-depressed young wife that everything would be all right. 

The next few hours went quickly, and promptly at four o'clock Pat picked up 
Janet in front of the apartment. Gary was nowhere to be seen when they 
pulled into the service station. 

"Can I help you," the dour station manager asked, coming up to stand beside 
the open car. 

"I'm looking for Gary," Janet replied. 

"What the hell has that guy got?" the man asked angrily. His lewd eyes went 
down to the two girl's lovely legs and he stared at them appreciatively. "He 
ain't hardly got any time for work with all you broads in here looking for 
him all the goddamned time!" 

"I'm his wife!" Janet said archly. "Is he here or not?" 

The man did a double take. He had never seen Janet before and he marveled at 
how beautiful she was. It was obvious from his bold stare that he envied his 
employee. 

"Oh, yea. Well, he ain't here. Some broad picked him up in a big car about a 
half-hour ago!" he paused. "To tell the truth I wouldn't look at another 
broad if I had something at home like you!" 

He chuckled obscenely at his own wit. 

"As a matter-of-fact, I'd be more than happy to look after you if Gary is 
too busy," he continue as his grease-stained hand went down to his crotch 
and the swollen penis that throbbed under his trousers. "Any time, 
sweetheart! Just give me a chance any time you get lonely!" 

Pat put the car into gear and roared away, leaving the surprised man cursing 
at them as he struggled to keep his balance. 

They drove back to the campus and parked. 

"What now?" Pat asked. 

"He must be with Mrs. Davidson," Janet replied wearily. 

They sat there for another moment trying to control their anger and 
frustration at not being able to confront the young husband. 

Pat turned to her friend. 

"Look, honey, we've got to get this thing resolved! Let's go over and talk 
to the professor. Let him take care of Gary and his wife. I don't give a 
damn what he does or how he does it as long as he keeps Gary away from us," 
she paused for a moment and then added. "And as long as he keeps his fucking 
hands off of you!" 

Janet had no desire to face Professor Davidson but she knew that they would 
have to do it sooner or later and she agreed. It seemed to her that 
everything was coming to a head and that she was facing either tragedy or 
freedom from the oppressive marriage. 

They parked in front of the professor's house and were surprised to find 
Helen's car in the driveway. 

"Gary must be with someone else," Janet said, stunned to think that her 
young husband might have more than one willing girlfriend. 

"It doesn't make any difference," Pat prodded, seeing the resolve in her 
friend's mind disappearing. "We'll take care of Bill Davidson now and worry 
about Gary later!" 

The unhappy young wife wasn't entirely convinced that they were doing the 
right thing but she followed Pat up the walk toward the house. Oh, God, make 
me strong enough to see this thing through, she prayed silently. 

No one answered their knock. 

"Someone has to be here," Pat said in exasperation, pointing to the parked 
car. "Knock again!" 

Janet rapped louder. 

When there was still no answer from inside the house, Pat pulled her friend 
away from the door. 

"They're probably out at the pool. Let's go back there and check." 

As they went around the side of the house Janet felt her resolve 
disappearing. She didn't want to face Professor Davidson or anyone else 
right now. She wanted only to go back to Pat's apartment and do the strange 
and delightful things they had started yesterday. 

The pool was green and sparkling but there was no one in the back yard. 
Sliding glass doors led to the house and there was the faint beat of music 
coming from inside. 

"What now?" Janet asked, hoping Pat would agree to leave. 

"Let's go in and see if we can find him," Pat replied, going toward the 
glass doors. "We have to get this resolved once and for all!" 

The reluctant young bride followed on leaden feet, her eyes darting around 
the study. She saw a tall glass on the desk, frosted with moisture and with 
ice-cubes still firm. 

"Look," she said to Janet. "He must have been here just a few moments ago!" 

Janet's brain was reeling with uncertainty. Then, suddenly, she knew what 
she had to do. It was her own responsibility to face Bill Davidson and 
demand that he leave her alone. She no longer cared about Gary and Mrs. 
Davidson, what ever they did was all right with her as long as Gary didn't 
bother her anymore. She turned to face her friend. 

"Pat, I want you to leave now and let me do this alone!" 

"What? You can't be serious if you think I'm going to leave you here alone 
with that lecher!" 

"But I want you to!" Janet replied, her lips drawn in a firm line and her 
resolve never stronger. "Don't you see? I've always been weak and let other 
people do things for me. This time I want to do it on my own. I'll feel 
better just knowing that I'm capable of resolving my own problems for a 
change" 

Her bewildered friend shook her head. Then, Pat realized how important that 
this was to Janet and she quickly went to the trembling girl. 

"All right, honey, if this is what you want!" she murmured, feeling Janet's 
warm body against her own. "But if you aren't back at the apartment in an 
hour I'm going to come back and get you-understand?" 

"I promise I'll get it over with and leave as soon as I can," Janet assured 
her friend. "Now hurry up and leave before he comes in and finds us!" 

Pat left the same way they had come in. 

As soon as Pat's figure had disappeared outside the sliding glass doors 
Janet felt a sudden moment of panic and she wondered if she had done the 
right thing. It was one thing to make up your mind to do something so 
frightening, it was something else to actually be doing it! 

Then her legs trembling with anxiety, Janet went toward the door that led to 
the rest of the house. She walked as quietly as she could, wanting the 
element of surprise to be on her side. 

The hallway was empty and cool but she thought she heard something toward 
the other end of the house. Still walking on tip-toes, she slipped down the 
hallway until she was standing in front of a strange glassed-in room that 
was filled with luxurious tropical plants. She could hear soft sounds coming 
from inside but she couldn't identify them nor was she able to see into the 
room. 

"Admiring my plants?" 

The whispered question from behind her startled Janet and she almost 
screamed with shock. She stifled the cry that threatened to erupt from her 
throat and turned to find Bill Davidson staring at her, a lewd smile on his 
face. 

"I-I was looking for you," she managed to blurt out, her chest heaving and 
her breath coming in frightened gasps. "I have to talk to you!" 

"I didn't expect you until five o'clock," Bill replied, taking Janet's arm 
and pulling her toward the glassed-in room. 

"I came early so that I could get it over with quickly," Janet answered. She 
tried to shake his arm away but he increased the pressure. 

Bill Davidson stopped for a moment and stared at the young lovely woman. He 
could see that she was upset and he wondered if someone had told her about 
him, "Why are you so nervous?" he asked bluntly. 

"I-I ... I've found out what a disgusting person you are!" 

There! It was out and she couldn't take it back even if she wished to. Janet 
saw the look of shock on his face and she was happy to know that she had 
scored. 

"I don't know what people have been telling you about me, but it's all 
lies!" he defended himself, his voice rising slightly as he tried to figure 
out what to do. He hadn't planned on the young bride discovering his 
character until he had used her body in the way he wanted-destroying her 
ability to resist him while he led her further and further downward toward 
total degradation. 

Bill Davidson knew that he had to do something quickly if he were to 
preserve his perfect record. He refused to admit defeat-even now that Janet 
was threatening him. 

Janet giggled irrationally. 

"What are you laughing at?" he demanded. 

"I'm laughing at what a pitiful creature you are! Oh, I know how stupidly 
I've acted ... letting you seduce me with that sex counseling thing wasn't 
very bright of me! But at least I've learned something from this experience. 
And if you don't leave me alone and never bother me again I'll ... I'll ... 
" she paused, trying to think of the worst thing she could threaten him 
with. ". . . I'll get Pat Thompson to tell her father about you!" 

It was Bill's turn to laugh. He threw back his head and roared. He could 
tell what the outcome was going to be and he couldn't resist showing her his 
scorn for the threats she was making. 

The confused girl didn't know why he was laughing so foolishly but she 
suspected that it was going to be bad news for her. In a moment he had 
stopped laughing and had begun to pull her toward the glassed-in room again. 

"So you're going to have Pat tell her father on me, are you? And how do you 
think he'd react if he found out his daughter is the school dyke? Oh, I know 
all about Miss Thompson and her ... shall we say proclivity for tender young 
pussy! God, what a laugh! Doesn't Pat realize that I've got a very 
interesting little letter from her former roommate where she tells me all 
about your lesbian friend?" He paused and his voice hardened. "I don't think 
her father would be too pleased about that, do you?" 

Janet knew instinctively that Bill Davidson had won, just as he had probably 
won in every other confrontation like this. She didn't know what to do 
next-it all seemed so hopeless. All of her wonderful plans were suddenly 
being dashed and she couldn't bear to think of not moving in with Pat. 

"Please-you wouldn't tell anyone about Pat, would you?" she begged him. 
"Just let me go home-I'll never bother you again. Oh, please, don't do 
anything to Pat!" 

The crooked, lewd smile on Bill's handsome face told her that he wasn't 
listening to her. Instead, his attention was focused on her luscious breasts 
and the quivering pussy between her legs. She could feel them boring holes 
in the blouse and skirt she wore as he pulled her into the room. 

"I have something I want you to see," he said cruelly. "This is really going 
to put the frosting on the cake for you!" 

Janet couldn't understand what it was that he wanted her to see in the 
tropical plant-filled room. The air was heavy and oppressive from the 
humidity of the room and she could feel the perspiration already forming on 
her face. 

"What is it?" she wailed, struggling to get out of his vise-like grip. 

"I've been thinking," he replied, ignoring her question. "I just might be 
persuaded not to blow the whistle on Pat if you're nice to me. 

The gleam in his eye left little room for doubt as to what he had in mind. 
Janet's confused mind tried to tell her to scream-to beat her clenched fists 
against his hard-muscled chest-to do anything to escape the obscenity of 
what he was suggesting. 

"Yes," he continued, "I think we could work out some arrangement where you 
could have Pat whenever you wanted as long as you continued to see me 
occasionally. How does that sound?" 

Janet gasped. He was telling her that everything would be alright if she 
prostituted herself to him in return for his promise to keep quiet about the 
young lesbian. 

"You're despicable!" 

"Are you any better?" he asked. "After all, you're a married woman and yet 
you've let me fuck you and you've obviously been to bed with Pat! Are your 
morals any better than mine?" 

Janet knew that what he was saying was true. She had violated every moral 
code that she had ever held important. Yet, she still couldn't bring herself 
to agree to what he was asking. 

"My husband would kill you if he knew what you were asking me to do," she 
said, trying to make her voice convincing. 

Bill laughed again. 

"I think he'll be too busy with my wife to want to kill me," he replied 
brutally. "You see, he and Helen have taken quite a imagine to one another!" 

She had forgotten about Gary and the older woman and the sudden reminder 
made her wince. Oh, God, she thought to herself, what have I done to deserve 
this? 

Bill released her arm and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her resisting 
body to his, his passionate breath falling on her cheeks as he assured her 
that everything was going to be alright. 

A gleaming tear nestled in the corner of her eye, then slowly rolled over 
the lid and along the gentle slope of her cheeks. Motionless, she watched 
him raise his and felt him wipe the falling tear from the corner of her 
mouth. Her lips were parted and still trembling, their rich flavor beckoning 
him to cover her mouth with his own. 

Despite everything she felt about the cruel professor, she didn't wince when 
his lips closed over hers and his tongue slithered easily into her mouth, 
rubbing, searching ever so gently in the moisture for the softness of her 
own tongue. She tried to tell herself that he was evil-a man who would stop 
at nothing to get his own way with her body. But suddenly, she didn't care 
anymore. She was ruined with Gary and probably now with Pat. And she had to 
admit that it felt wonderful to be kissed romantically and tenderly by a 
mature man who could be so gentle. She remembered how exquisite his first 
caresses had been and how skillfully he had brought her to orgasm yesterday 
for the first time in her young life. 

Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck and she pulled him closer, tighter 
against her slender youthful body. She could feel his muscles contracting 
and relaxing beneath his clothing and her skirt and blouse felt more like a 
barrier than anything else. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top four 
buttons and the rich quivering firmness of her breasts strained against him. 

His lips crushed and sucked at her mouth more urgently and she felt his hand 
sliding over her back. Strained to the breaking point by her adultery with 
him and Pat, and still thinking about how Gary had always treated her, her 
mind couldn't reject the lascivious tinglings that coursed through her 
quivering loins. It felt so wonderful, so romantic-as if she were in the 
movies on a deserted island with Bill-kissing, slipping her tongue around 
his, feeling his strength and maturity surround her. Every delicious 
sensation and muddled thought worked to blacken the almost obscure horrors 
of her memory of why she was here. Instinctively, she responded to his 
subtle caresses and pressed her wanting body to him with every fiber of her 
strength. 

She moaned in ecstasy as she undulated her hips forward, then to the side, 
like a wanton whore. 

No! she thought suddenly. Impossible! There, thick and rigid, his pulsing 
cock pressed eagerly against her pelvis, against the hidden curls of her 
pubic mound. The face of Pat flashed through her mind and with it came the 
memories of the wonderful lovemaking of last night. Even now Pat was waiting 
for Janet back at the apartment-ready to accept her into her loving arms and 
fill her body with such ecstasy. 

She was a fool-a silly fool who would let herself be seduced again by the 
man who took whatever he wanted without thought to her. She couldn't let 
this happen again. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, no, no," she whispered frantically and tried to push herself 
away from his dangerous weapon. She couldn't let him do it again ... to 
touch her ... to slide his warm and fervent hand down between her trembling 
milky-white thighs and start her on the course of passion that would allow 
no return. She knew that she was a fraud. A sexual fraud who hungered for a 
man and a woman at the same time! 

"What the hell are you trying to do?" he demanded, trying to pull her back 
into his arms. "Dammit, stop it!" 

"No, no," she whimpered, frightened by the knowledge that she wouldn't be 
able to resist his huge throbbing phallus. "I've got to go now ... please, 
let me go!" 

"I'll let you go soon, bitch, but first I want to show you something!" 

He dragged her to one mirror-like wall of the room. Pushing aside the plants 
that lined it, he turned to face the struggling girl. 

"I want to show you what your precious husband is doing with my wife!" he 
said cruelly, reaching out with his free hand and flicking a switch on the 
wall. "This is a one-way mirror that looks in on our bedroom. J want you to 
see how Gary and Helen act when they're in bed alone!" 

The mirror-like wall had suddenly become a window on the bedroom and Janet 
gasped with horror as she saw two twisting bodies on the bed. For a moment 
she could hear only the sound of her own pounding heart in the stillness, 
but as she strained to see, she heard Bill flick another switch and the room 
was filled with obscene sounds. 

She tried to shut her eyes and ears to the sights and sounds but it was no 
use-every nerve in her body strained to know what was happening." 

Oh God! she cried silently and bit her lip to keep from screaming. Gary and 
Helen were clutching at each other in naked sexual abandonment-oblivious to 
the couple that watched them from the next room. 

Janet saw Helen's face contorted with the far away stare of erotic 
obsession, her head rolling back and forth while Gary knelt between her 
legs, his tongue darting and obscenely licking her naked flesh. He teased 
her soft pinkish nipples to an excited tautness, then sucked voraciously at 
her heaving breasts as she cooed to his flashing tongue. 

Watching them, Janet could not move a muscle. She was frozen where she 
stood, bending over the bench with her weight resting completely on her 
arms. The front of her blouse hung open, exposing her hanging breasts as 
they hardened quickly at the lurid sight of the two naked bodies moaning on 
the bed. She had never seen anything like it, though she had heard about 
stag movies and voyeurs-still, watching her own husband do it-watching them 
make violent love was wrong and dirty-but she couldn't leave now-something 
was holding her back. 

"Jesus Christ, baby, get that fucking tongue working on my cunt!" Helen 
wailed, her long legs spreading wide. "Oh, hon, suck my pussy! Eat my box 
... make me come! MAKE ME COMMMMMMMMMMMM-EEEEEE!" 

Janet could see Helen's naked beauty, fresh and unmarked by anything but her 
immediate passion. Gary had already aroused her to an unreal reverie of 
passion and her mouth was open as her head rolled back and forth absently, 
her eyes staring inward at the delightful sexual electricity that coursed 
through her quivering, excited flesh. 

Gary was moving, running his tongue over the gentle swell of her belly until 
he raised his head, holding it a finger-length away from the dark silken 
hairs that blanketed her succulent pubic mound. His hands eased over the 
perspiring softness of her tummy until his thumbs slithered through the 
downy pubic fur to the ruffled pink lips of her vagina. Janet licked her 
lips with the moist tip of her tongue when she saw him part the rippling 
pink cuntal lips and expose the tender wetness of her willing vagina. 
Through the moisture, the curling damp hair and the bright quivering cuntal 
lips, Janet could see the erect tip of the glistening clitoris. 

"Hurry up, you bastard, suck my cunt! Suck my pussy!" 

Gary's head lowered slowly and his tongue snaked out of his mouth, darting 
back and forth until it flicked lightly over the trembling clitoris that 
nestled in the raw wetness of Helen's open pink slit. Her body jumped almost 
spastically at the sensational shock of erotic electricity that pierced 
their way through her body and she automatically lifted her long smoothly 
tapered legs and clamped her ivory thighs around his head. Slowly she began 
to roll her hips back and forth, then up and down in an obscene rhythm of 
animal lust bent on rubbing the salacious tongue over her lust-hungering 
cunt until she could stand it no longer. Her tightly clenched teeth could 
not suppress the agonized and delightful mewls of pleasure that rumbled from 
her throat, making her sound even more sensuous and desirable with each 
undulating roll of her writhing hips. 

"OOOOOOOOOHH! OOHHHHHHHH! THAT'S GOOD, LOVER!" 

Helen's lewd words of encouragement and her twisting and undulating to the 
obscene sucking between her legs had Janet hypnotized. It was so horrid yet 
at the same time so fascinating to watch the couple enjoy each other's 
bodies that way. 

Janet's hips had involuntarily picked up the lewd rhythm of Helen's body and 
she rolled them slowly back and forth. Her lust-inflamed mind imagined that 
she was down there under her husband's wonderful tongue, fighting the 
agonizing liquid pleasures that his tongue inspired in the moistness of her 
hair-lined pussy. Behind her, Bill had moved his hands from her waist around 
to her jiggling breasts and was gently rotating them in his palms, squeezing 
and pulling at her firm, quivering nipples until their tightness became 
almost painful. Her slowly rotating hips rubbed against his trousered loins, 
but she couldn't pull away. Instead, she half-consciously urged him to press 
more tightly against her swaying buttocks and push the thick pulsating head 
of his massive cock into the crevice between her softly quivering buttocks. 
Her skirt bunched up tightly and teased the tightly puckered anus with a 
perverted shiver of joy that shrieked without warning through her sexually 
stimulated body. 

For the first time in her life she was feeling the hidden pleasures of raw, 
animal sex swelling up from the depths of her undiscovered being-and they 
were being aroused by the sight of her own husband fucking another woman. 
She couldn't find any resistance in her body when she felt Bill's hand move 
from her breasts and quickly pulled her skirt down over her flaring luscious 
hips. 

"Oh, don't," she protested in a half-hearted voice, afraid that he would 
take her at her word. "We shouldn't ... oh, God, my legs are trembling so!" 

She pushed back against his hand as he slid it carefully inside her skirt 
and quickly pushed the garment to the floor. Rolling her fully-rounded 
buttocks with the fascinating movements of Helen on the bed, she stared 
transfixed at Gary's lips as he lifted them from between Helen's 
widely-splayed thighs and onto her belly. Nipping, biting, licking, the lips 
and tongue worked slowly up Helen's frantically jerking body, making her 
squeal with a frustrated wanting every time he flicked his tongue at the 
exposed tips of her tight reddened nipples. 

"Bite my tits," Helen begged, suddenly squealing as Gary's sharp teeth 
nipped her white flesh. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHH, that hurts so 
gooooooo-ooooooooddddddddddd!" 

Janet was horrified and she tore her eyes away from the perverted sight. Her 
gaze focused on Gary's cock and for the first time she had a clear view of 
the familiar long, rigid prick jutting out from his crotch. She was 
fascinated by the massive thickness that so often plunged its pulsating 
rubbery thickness up into her pussy. She saw it pause over Helen's soft, 
fleece-covered pubic mound. For a moment the long reddened shaft hung 
precariously over the unprotected pussy, then moved forward, dragging the 
two swollen testicles over her belly. 

Sliding easily over her glistening wet torso, he stopped suddenly and 
lowered himself until he sat on the firm upraised breasts with the little 
red teeth marks, crushing them flat with the heavy cheeks of his buttocks. 
Standing straight out, almost waving from his groin, his thick throbbing 
cock pointed directly at her open and trembling lips. He leaned back 
slightly and suddenly shoved the middle finger of one hand into her 
defenseless vagina, watching her with glee as she jerked and bucked against 
the finger worming into her smoothly clasping channel. 

"What's he going to do?" Janet asked Bill 

"He's getting her warmed up for a good mouth-fuck," he whispered in 
response. 

Helen was completely at Gary's mercy and loved it with a masochistic joy 
that spread across her face as he reached for his threatening penis and 
began slowly rubbing the purplish head in small circles around her crimson 
lips. Then, suddenly, her tongue darted out at the teasing hardened tip and 
lapped up the tiny droplet of sperm hanging precariously from the small 
slit. A silken web of white hung from between her lips and the throbbing 
head of the huge phallus, and she strained upwards, her face contorted with 
pain in an effort to swallow the rest of the sticky string into her mouth. 
But Gary pulled his long hard cock just out of reach and she grunted and 
strained to reach the delicious liquid only to hear him laugh. She wanted 
that cock and its juices in her mouth and struggled to get to it while Janet 
fought valiantly only a few feet away. 

"Don't you wish you were in there instead of Helen?" Bill asked lewdly. 
"Don't you wish you were sucking a good hard cock right now?" 

Janet gasped with each of the choking breaths coming from Helen's lips as 
she struggled for possession of the teasing penis. Aching to know the 
glorious pleasures that drove Helen to madness, her eager muscles wantonly 
accepted the tortuous fondling of Bill's hand on her perspiring nakedness. 

Every fiber in Janet's body shivered as one hand slid away from her breasts 
to trace a sensuous, exciting trail across her flat yielding belly and glide 
easily under the tight elastic of her nylon panties, teasing the soft 
curling pubic hair that covered her mound of Venus with a silken blonde 
triangle. Through the moist hair, then pausing for a moment, the finger 
raised slightly and slipped into the damp wetness of Janet's vaginal slit, 
scraping the tiny red bud of her clitoris with a shock that brought it 
suddenly swelling to life. Massive and throbbing, his thick penis nestled in 
the crevice between her undulating cheeks, its smoldering fires seeming to 
burn a tunnel between her quivering thighs. Another phallus, his searching 
finger, suddenly slipped into the hot wetness of her deep, wanting vagina, 
forcing a squeak of ecstasy from her constricted throat. 

Bill started to rock gently forward, then back again and Janet responded 
eagerly, rolling her upraised buttocks in rhythm to the girl on the bed 
while Bill finger-fucked deliriously in and put of her lust-incited cunt. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Janet moaned, hoping that the sound did not carry both ways. 

Then, a choking, gurgling sound came from the bed and she looked to see a 
horrid sadistic grin on Gary's face. He had grabbed Helen's long hair and 
viciously pulled her up while he rammed the thick turgid head of his prick 
deep into the open gasping mouth. Janet gasped aloud, afraid that Helen 
would choke on the huge thickness. Instead, however, Helen suddenly began 
sucking voraciously at the long hardened pole as if it was the one thing in 
the world she lived for. 

Gary raised himself to his knees, pulling her head higher, and with his 
other hand skewering her open clasping cunt, he began to rock back and forth 
brutally, buffeting her body while she sucked his long aching cock. 

Janet couldn't believe what she saw, but she couldn't stop looking either. 
The woman sucked and licked at the huge instrument trying to get all of it 
into her expanding mouth. She was sucking on the in-stroke, blowing on the 
out-stroke and her eyes, blurred with animal passion, made the obscene 
spectacle even more erotic. 

Bill had watched with lust-inciting fascination until the awful cock slid in 
and out of his wife's mouth, and he could hold back no longer. Throbbing 
with pent-up passion his jerking cock slid between her damp thighs and 
lodged against her quivering pussy, and he leaned forward, slurring into her 
ear, "Bend forward some more and I'll fuck you now-standing up from behind!" 

"No!" she grunted through her tightly clenched teeth. "I can't do it! I just 
can't!" 

"Goddammit, we're wasting time. You can still watch them while I fuck you 
and you'll really get a kick out of it," he told her and saw her visibly 
shudder at the obscene words. 

Janet suddenly surrendered her body to Bill, swaying gently with a more 
subtle rhythm as she felt his hands quickly take hold of the tight elastic 
and pull her flimsy panties down over her long slender legs to the floor. 

The hot humid air of the room washed over her exposed buttocks and she 
wanted to cry with shame. She was offering her tender young bottom to him as 
a gift, an obscene shameful gift that she would never forget, but she 
couldn't stop herself, she just couldn't. Gary was in the other room 
stuffing his massive cock into Helen's mouth while Janet waited to be fucked 
from the rear. It was a terrible nightmare and she wondered if she would 
ever wake up. But she couldn't help her naked excitement shuddering through 
her helpless body and in spite of her fear and degradation she surrendered 
like a whore to Bill's depraved will. It's no use, she thought blindly, and 
heard him drop to his knees behind and then felt the first touch of a man's 
tongue on her backside as he eagerly licked the moist crevice between her 
jiggling buttocks, stopping for a second to flick at the tiny elastic ring 
of her anus. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned aloud as the titillating tongue licked rapidly 
between the cheeks of her ass sending waves of blistering electricity 
through her lust-maddened body. She snuggled her upraised buttocks backwards 
and involuntarily began screwing tiny circles around the torturing tip of 
his red, wet tongue, devouring the exciting lascivious rape of her virginal 
backside. Flashes of hot and cold shivered through her every nerve as she 
reveled in the new exciting sensations. It was a terrible, evil thing to 
think about, but when it was happening, really happening, she could conceive 
no other feeling in the world-only the rasping wet circling tongue that 
lashed back and forth along the smooth, white crevice of her ass-cheeks. Now 
she knew for the first time what other women had always known, the pleasure, 
the inexplicable joys of sex, and mouths and sucking-all the things she had 
never dared explore before were now becoming real and meaningful to her 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh! Oh, yes, do it there!" she mewled her voice sounding 
strange. Her need was urgent and she lost herself in the wonderful 
sensations that surged through her trembling body. 

Then suddenly he stopped licking and a gush of frustration passed through 
her lips. She sensed him rising behind her, his tongue sliding along her 
spine, barely touching her skin until he lapped gently at the tiny hairs 
growing on the back of her neck. 

Now he stood at his full height behind her and slowly nudged the throbbing 
purplish head of his jerking penis between her thighs and up between the 
hair-covered lips of her defenseless cunt. 

Her brain made one last attempt to dissuade her from submitting to the 
impending fucking and she jerked forward in a last vain try to escape the 
inevitable. 

"No ... don't ... I-I-I don' want to..." she gasped out and her buttocks 
clenched together. She drew forward in a futile effort to escape the 
oncoming cock. But there was nowhere for her to go, with the sucking couple 
in front of her and the massive penis behind her. She was trapped by her own 
weaknesses and completely at the mercy of Professor Davidson. 

"Hold still," Bill hissed as his hands dug into her soft, widespread thighs 
like a painful tearing vise, clamping her in a position for his final lunge. 

"Now," he gasped through his halting pants. "You put it in!" 

"Please," she begged through her tears. "Don't make me, please, I can't. 
Please ... oh, please!" 

"Goddammit, reach around and put it in!" 

"Uuuuugggghhhh!" she groaned at the terrible digging pain that tore at her 
thighs. What else could she do? There was no hope, and in order to stop the 
pain she quickly reached between her splayed thighs and folded her slender 
fingers over the thick turgid flesh of his jerking penis. No, no, she told 
herself, feeling its enormity. 

Her hesitation brought another biting pain from his scouring fingers and a 
squeal from her panting lips and unwillingly she pulled the purplish head of 
his cock forward until it nosed against the terrified quivering entrance to 
the vagina. She wanted to cry out and run, but could only moan and bite her 
lip as she felt the rubbery tip edge forward against the moist open lips and 
begin to part their ruffled pinkness with its massive thickness. 

In the other room Janet could see her young husband and Helen, their bodies 
locked together lewdly as the older woman sucked hungrily and noisily on 
Gary's thrusting cock. 

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ... it hurts ... it hurts!" she wailed as the mammoth 
cock slowly stretched her cunt and forced its way into the tight restricting 
channel until the entire head rested just inside the warm, damp hole. Then, 
knowing for sure that she would never again be able to resist any cock, she 
felt the whole length of the pole suddenly thrust forward into her elastic 
passage with one powerful burst of power-grinding its way into her to the 
hilt. 

"Fuck back!" Bill demanded. "Get that ass moving and fuck my cock!" 

Rolling her eyes in ecstasy, Janet tried to focus on the couple on the bed 
in the other room. Helen was still sucking the long stiff penis that sawed 
in and out of her mouth. She was hungrily plunging her red lips tightly 
around its thickness and holding the jerking base tightly around its 
thickness and holding the jerking base tightly in her and. Above her Gary 
was laughing a horrid obscene giggle while he fucked Helen's mouth with his 
cock, watching her suck and lick and seem to beg for more. 

Janet watched Helen pull both hands free and grasp Gary's buttocks, one 
cheek in each hand, and jerk them frantically toward her, shoving the 
jerking prick even further into her gaping mouth. There were dripping rivers 
of liquid flowing from her lips and over her chin, and the whole horrid 
scene was a mass of perversion and depravity. But there was a joyful glaze 
covering Helen's eyes as she sought to fill her mouth harder with the huge 
glistening cock. 

Janet could see how much Helen really liked it, really enjoyed being fucked 
in the mouth and she suddenly realized that Bill's huge prick was filling 
her own cunt. He was slowly and rhythmically rocking back and forth, 
increasing his stroke, plunging his long thick cock deeper and deeper into 
the smoothly clasping walls of her moistening pussy. 

"MMMMMMMMMM MMNNNNNNNNN! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH, YES FUCK ME GOOD!" 

Her own words shocked her as her electrifying passion grew and forced her to 
fuck back against the hard-thrusting cock. Her suddenly clenching pussy was 
stretching a little wider each time he bore his cock into her and no longer 
were the inhibitions of the past preventing her from reveling in each deep 
thrust. She slowly began to roll her full sensuous hips in rhythm with the 
strong hard cock fucking into her from behind. 

"Look at them go!" Bill whispered hoarsely, his eyes straining to see his 
wife and her young lover. "Oh, God, look at them go!" 

Standing behind her, Bill's face was contorted with lust as he fucked into 
her tight, hair-lined pussy again and again, lunging with all his strength. 
He was holding her lips captive and fucking her as her master-and that was 
his greatest pleasure from sex-power! He had absolute power of the helpless 
girl and he could do whatever he wanted with her body. She was his slave and 
a new rush of lubricating fluids flowing into her ravaged cunt only 
confirmed what she was thinking. 

His fingers tore mercilessly into her thighs and he made her wince again 
with pain, proud of his virility, proud of his conquest and especially proud 
of his total mastery over her mind and body. 

He easily pulled at the tender jiggling moons of her swaying buttocks and 
spread them, watching the ruffled pink lips of her cunt clasping and sucking 
at his cock and he sunk it in and out of her totally willing pussy. Suddenly 
he pushed himself forward, balancing on the tips of his toes and plunged his 
final engorged inch into her wide-stretched hole, feeling the jelly-like 
fleshy resistance deep inside spread an easy path for the fiery throbbing 
head of his prick and hearing a final submissive gasp of ecstasy escape her 
half-parted lips. He knew that she'd never been fucked like this before and 
he also knew that she was his for as long as he wanted her. He rolled his 
buttocks in wide arcs, forcing the head of his sunken cock in burning 
circles into the farthest depths of her clasping hair-covered cunt. Every 
moist inch of that channel was smooth and soft, and tight and eager for his 
circling cock, enveloping it like a warm wet glove and massaging its veined 
hardness with tingling electrifying strokes. 

"Oh, I love it ... shove it in further! Make me come ... fuck me harder ... 
harderrrr-rr!" 

The obscene words tumbled out of Janet's mouth like a torrent of almost 
incoherent screams. She concentrated on the delicious fucking she was 
receiving from behind-on the erupting passions that coursed through her 
veins. She spread her long thighs wider and lowered her resilient buttocks 
so that she was almost half-kneeling, forcing Bill to lower himself, bending 
at the knees and following her erotically lewd movements in an effort to 
keep up with her. She cooed at the bushy clump of dark hair that surrounded 
the base of her jerking cock, feeling it whisk over the soft inner folds of 
her engorged inner cuntal lips and tickle the hardly touched smoothness of 
her jiggling buttocks. She dropped from her elbows and crushed her large 
succulent breasts against the bench and began lusty shaking of her upper 
body, rotating her breasts in small circles and pinching her already taut 
nipples to a greater hardness. Mewling and moaning at every delightful 
stimulation, she cooed ever louder as she felt the rubber head of his thick 
cock probing the deep untouched frontiers of her vagina where her husband 
had never touched before. 

She was no longer a mousy little housewife and student. She was finally a 
real woman who could take her pleasure from either a man or a woman. She 
knew at last that she would never again be satisfied with a cock or a cunt 
alone! From this moment on she would use her body and her mouth in any way 
she could to bring her tortured sexual ecstasy to the dizzying heights of 
complete and total satisfaction. 

That was all that she would ever care for again! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Helen was still sucking Gary's jerking cock with the same intense look of 
insane lust glazed over her face. 

Janet was aware of the long driving shaft and its wonderful, maddening 
excitement and knew now what the older woman felt, knowing too, that she 
might even suck some man's prick some day, and it didn't have to belong to 
Gary or Bill Davidson. 

Vaguely she watched him begin to jerk convulsively, his balls slapping 
against Helen's chin and Janet knew he was coming in her mouth. My God, she 
wondered silently, J wonder what it's like, having your mouth filled with 
all that warm pungent sperm? 

Hypnotized, she watched as Gary yanked his wildly spewing rod of flesh from 
Helen's mouth, holding it just out of reach of the desperately sucking lips 
and spurting his hot jerking come into her eager hungry mouth. The white 
juices spewed into Helen's open lips almost faster than she could swallow, 
but she gulped for every drop as she kept filling her face and letting it 
spray all over her face. Janet was horrified by his terrible degradation of 
Helen, knowing that she must have given him more pleasure than he deserved, 
but realizing too, that Helen was still swallowing the come and licking it 
from her face, pleased with her own self-humiliation. 

A last drop fell from the deflating penis and Helen took the limp organ 
quickly into her mouth and began the last delicious lapping of the sweet 
stickiness. 

Janet watched for anothe few moments and then suddenly felt Bill pulling her 
body away from the bench and the lust-inciting sight of Helen sucking Gary's 
cock. Instead of withdrawing his thick shaft from her flesh-filled vagina, 
he left her impaled and forced her to waddle across the plant-filled room to 
a patio lounging chair. He joggled along behind her, careful not to release 
his grip on her hips and let his cock slide out of her cunt. 

"Get on," he commanded at the edge of the long reclining chair, but she 
wasn't sure it would work-not without losing the full thickness that impaled 
her pussy from behind. "Come on, come on," he demanded again. 

She knew that she had to do whatever he asked or lose the wonderful feeling 
in her cunt-and so she lifted herself onto the chaise lounge, crawling 
carefully forward while he shuffled up behind her on his knees. 

Then, just as she was almost set, she suddenly lost her balance and fell 
forward, hearing his penis slip from its glove with a loud sucking sound. A 
cool rush of air covered her wet pubic mound and she breathed a sigh of 
relief at the wonderful soothing coldness, but felt incomplete without the 
huge cock buried between her sweating things. Now she realized how good his 
prick really did feel, and she wanted him to shove it quickly back into the 
wildly wanting pussy. 

"Oooooohhhhh," she gasped as he flung her onto her back, cupping both moons 
of her quivering white buttocks in his hands and lifting her hair-covered 
pussy off the chaise lounge toward the straining tip of her jerking red 
cock. She moaned and wiggled in ecstasy as she felt the hardened tip sliding 
evenly and smoothly into her aching flesh, filling her once more with the 
hot cock that had taken her to such lust-filled heights only moments before. 
She raised her legs and locked her trembling thighs around his hips, 
imprisoning his huge instrument deeply within her belly, never wanting to 
let go. As he thrust forward and withdrew, then thrust the burning poker 
forward once more, she began to clench the smoother ruffling walls of her 
vagina passage open and closed like a wet burning fist, massaging his cock 
like a living vibrator. She was in total surrender to sexual passion, to his 
ecstatic moaning, to the electric shock of lust and light that flashed 
through every fiber of her being. Her head rolled back and forth in a silent 
reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting sensations she could from this 
wicked, adulterous fucking. 

She was alone in a world of sex and the moment, leaving behind her family, 
her husband, and even her new and wonderful friend Pat. She felt his balls 
falling rhythmically against her bucking ass-cheeks and the earthshaking 
tremors of lust raced through her naked loins. 

"Yes, oh, God, yessss! Fuck me harder, you bastard, fuck me harder! Fuck me! 
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!! ! " she howled uncontrollably as she 
jerked and bucked spastically, feeling the first throes of orgasm building 
deep in the straining muscles of her belly. Her frenzied mind and body were 
wild and lashing like the untamed sea as she begged and begged for more 
pleasure, more passion, and the final unknowable moment of orgasm. 

Around her she could hear the mad echoes of Helen begging for Gary to beat 
her and the words only added to the erotic excitement of her own insane 
fucking. 

Then, she heard nothing except the tremendous roar of a distant ocean as her 
whole body rose in an erupting crescendo of light and fire, blistering every 
straining nerve in her body with the jerking whip of wild and uncontrollable 
orgasm. 

"AAAAA AAAGGGGGG-GHHHHHH-HHH! I'm coming! I'm commmmiinnnnggg-gg!" she cried 
out and filled the air with her screaming and the musky smell of sex as she 
came again and again, vaguely aware that at the same time she was being 
filled with the white flowing sperm from Bill's long spewing cock, spurting 
its awaited release into the clamping confines of her twitching cunt! 

Minutes later, when her climax was over, she vaguely felt the need arising 
again inside her but there seemed to be nothing left of the hardness of 
Bill's cock and she fell against the cushioned chaise lounge in frustration. 

After a few more minutes she realized that the sounds Gary and Helen had 
been making had ceased also. Startled by the deathly silence, Janet pushed 
Bill's body away and stood up. He looked up at her with an exhausted smile, 
his long limp cock dangling against his damp thigh. 

"like that, baby?" he asked obscenely. 

Despite the wild excitement of the past few minutes, Janet was in no mood to 
answer his lewd question. She wanted to get dressed and get away from him 
before anything else happened. 

She retrieved her discarded panties and slipped them up over her trembling 
hips and then smoothed her skirt and buttoned her blouse up. She knew that 
she must look a mess and she desperately hoped that no one would notice her 
as she made her way back to Pat's apartment. 

Then, with a strange need to see her young husband and Helen once more, she 
went to the wall with the one-way mirror that allowed her to look into the 
bedroom. 

The bedroom was empty! 

Janet gasped in horror, her mind frantically trying to figure out where Gary 
and Helen could be. Leaving the house was out of the question now. She just 
couldn't take the chance of being discovered by her husband. 

Just then the front doorbell rang and Janet had to stifle a scream. Bill 
Davidson jumped up from the chaise lounge and came over to stand beside her. 

"Who in the fuck could that be?" he asked out loud. 

Janet knew almost at once that it was Pat and she felt her legs begin to 
tremble even more. She wished that she could just die and be done with all 
of her problems. It seemed certain now that she would be discovered. 

Bill suddenly pulled her down onto the floor as they heard footsteps padding 
by in the hallway and Gary's voice called out. 

"Who in the hell is it, Helen? Do you think it's your husband?" 

The frightened young bride wanted to laugh at how ridiculous and potentially 
explosive the situation was. Gary obviously didn't want to be caught in the 
Davidson's house any more than she did. 

Helen's reply was incoherent as she went to the front of the house. 

"What'll we do?" Janet asked in a whispered voice to Bill. "I think that 
must be Pat Thompson! She said she was going to come back for me if I hadn't 
returned to her apartment in an hour!" 

"Jesus Christ, this is a real mess," Bill replied, still crouching down on 
his knees and holding Janet tightly around the waist. His cock dangled down 
along one thigh and he looked ludicrous. 

"Is there any other way out of here?" Janet asked, hoping against hope that 
the situation still might be saved. 

"No," he whispered back. "This is the only door in or out and I don't think 
those windows open." 

They heard loud voices in the hallway and the sound of footsteps again. 

"Look, Mrs. Davidson," Pat Thompson was saying at the top of her voice. "I 
know that Janet is here and I want to see her right now!" 

"What would my wife be doing here?" Gary asked in a puzzled voice. "And just 
who the hell are you?" 

"I'm Pat Thompson, a friend of your wife's and you better tell me where she 
is before I go to the police and blow the whistle on this whole goddamned 
whorehouse!" 

Janet was shivering uncontrollable as she waited for the next loud voice. It 
was Helen's. 

"My husband isn't here and neither is Janet," the older woman replied. "And 
what do you intend telling the police? There isn't any law against a woman 
going to bed with a friend if she wants to." 

Janet looked up to see the dark shapes of the three figures standing in 
front of the glassed-in room. Suddenly the door burst open and Pat was 
calling out her name. 

"Janet? Where in the hell are you, honey? Jan?" 

Almost without thinking, Janet rose to her feet and confronted her startled 
friend. Pat's eyes widened as she took in the older girl and then the 
crouching figure of Professor Davidson on the floor. 

"Jesus H. Christ!" 

Then the room seemed to be filled with people as Gary and Helen came in to 
stand next to Pat and stare at the other couple. Gary's face wore a look of 
surprise and amazement as he tried to comprehend what was going on. 

"Jan? What are you doing here?" 

Helen looked over at the wall and saw that the one-way mirror had been 
activated and she began to laugh uncontrollably. Everyone just stared at her 
until her giggles had subsided. 

"I'll tell you what she's doing here," she said, trying to regain her 
composure. "She and my husband have been watching me suck your cock!" 

The young husband guessed immediately from his wife's wrinkled clothing that 
she had been doing more than that. He was outraged and his fists clenched 
involuntarily as he took a step toward Janet. 

"None of that rough stuff," Helen cried out, stepping between them. "You 
aren't in any position to get tough with your wife after what we've been 
doing!" 

"But ... but ... " he sputtered in frustrated rage. 

"I think we could all use a drink," Bill Davidson said coolly, walking to 
the door and then turning. "Well are you coming?" 

Helen pulled Gary out of the room after her husband and Pat and Janet 
followed, their arms around each other's waists. Janet was sobbing quietly, 
unable to control the emotions that wracked her luscious body. She felt 
dirty, like a whore arrested in a raid on a house of prostitution. Pat 
comforted her as best she could, also guessing that Bill Davidson fucked her 
young friend again. 

They all went into the front room and sat down as Bill went to the liquor 
cabinet and poured stiff drinks. Helen had an amused smile on her face as 
she clenched her loose robe about her naked body and tried to console Gary. 
He listened intently, shaking his head as he stared at his wife. 

"Anybody mind bourbon?" Bill asked, padding over to where they sat and 
handing drinks around. "I didn't think it would be appropriate to take the 
time to mix martinis!" 

Janet giggled in spite of herself and soon the room was filled with insane 
laughter. Even Pat couldn't control the overwhelming need to relieve the 
pressure by tittering and she was soon giggling with the rest of them. 

Finally, the laughter died away and they relaxed against their chairs, their 
bodies exhausted from the irrational way they were behaving. 

"Well," Bill said at last, "I don't think we need to worry about any 
violence now." 

Gary's sour look had returned but Helen quickly reached over and snaked her 
hand inside his Jockey shorts and began to manipulate his huge cock with her 
nimble fingers. 

Janet watched them disinterestedly. She didn't care what Gary and Helen did. 
It was as if she were something separate from her body-watching the crazy 
scene from the comfort of a movie seat. 

"Why don't we all get undressed again and make ourselves comfortable?" Helen 
said suddenly, her hand pulling away from Gary's lust-swollen cock as she 
stood up and slid the robe from her body, exposing her magnificent breasts 
and the long tapering legs. 

Gary followed suit immediately, kicking away his discarded shorts and 
pulling Helen's warm voluptuous body to his. He brought his mouth down onto 
hers and filled it with his long tongue, sucking and pulling on Helen's oral 
member passionately. 

"Come on, Janet, let's go now," Pat said, standing up and trying to pull 
Janet to her feet. "Come on, honey!" 

Bill stood and watched the young wife as she pulled her hand away from Pat. 
There was a strange curious expression on her face as she stared up at her 
friend. 

"I don't want to leave yet," she said quietly but firmly. 

"You can't mean you want to stay here after this?" Pat asked, once again 
reaching down and trying to pull Janet up. 

But Janet meant exactly that. The terrible warmth was spreading through her 
burning thighs again as she watched Helen reach down and encircle Gary's 
pulsating cock with her fingers and begin pulling the huge shaft back and 
forth lewdly. As much as she knew that she should leave with Pat, Janet was 
overwhelmed by a desire so intense that she couldn't control her mind or 
body. She had to have Gary's cock pounding into her quivering cunt. She just 
had to! There would be no relief for her ever again until she felt the 
terrible hardness sliding smoothly in and out of her damply trembling pussy 
and bringing her the ecstasy she needed. 

"I want to have my husband fuck me," she continued, her obscene words 
echoing around the room and bringing excited looks to the faces of Helen and 
Bill Davidson. "Gary, will you fuck me?" 

"You mean in front of everybody?" he asked incredulously. 

"What's the difference," she replied, getting to her feet and pulling away 
the blouse and exposing her naked lovely half-moons to their excited gazes. 
"Don't you want to screw me?" 

Her skirt quickly followed and then her skimpy panties until she was 
standing naked and lovely in front of them all. She ran her long hands down 
over her milky-white thighs sensuously, already feeling the exquisite and 
wonderful sensations shooting through her wetly clasping crotch. 

"Fuck her in the ass!" Helen suddenly called out to the startled young 
husband as he went toward his wife. "Screw her in the ass-hole! Make her 
scream for mercy!" 

A sadistic look came into Gary's eyes as he contemplated the idea. He was 
still furious at his young wife for her adultery and he wanted to punish her 
as she had never been punished before. 

"Would you like to fuck my tight little ass-hole?" Janet teased, hardly able 
to believe that the words were coming out of her own mouth. But there was 
something so terribly right about Gary fucking her virginal hole that she 
wondered why he had never done it before. 

"Beat her first," Helen called out, her breathing coming faster now and her 
palms sweating as she tried to imagine the young wife laboring under her 
husband's heavy blows. 

"Oh no, none of that stuff!" Bill cautioned. 

Janet slipped down to the floor and rested her elbows on the soft rug, her 
tender ass-cheeks waving invitingly up at her husband. She spread her thighs 
so that he had a wonderful view of her open moist crotch. 

"Come on, lover, aren't you man enough to take my ass-cherry?" she called 
out seductively. "Come on and screw me good and hard in my little butt!" 

As if to emphasize the words she leaned forward and rested her lovely young 
body on her breasts and then reached around with her hands and pulled her 
ass-cheeks apart so that he had a perfect view of the tiny anal opening, 
hairless and tight, that awaited his throbbing cock. 

She was half out of her mind with lust and she didn't care what happened as 
long as Gary shoved his cock into her and made her come again and again. 

Suddenly he was down on the floor behind her, his strong hands clasping her 
tender hips and pulling her back against him. His massive pulsing cock 
rammed into the jiggling crevice between her buttocks and banged brutally 
against the tight nether opening. 

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Shove it in! Hurry, you bastard ... fuck me in the ass!" 

Pat cried out in despair and tried to force her body between Gary's 
rampaging cock and Janet's lovely body. Bill quickly pulled her away and 
held her in a vise-grip as she struggled. 

"Stop it! Goddamnit, I'll slap you if you don't stop it. Can't you see that 
she wants to get corn-holed?" 

Pat's struggling subsided and she watched in fascination as Gary buried the 
head of his gigantic cock in his wife's quivering little ass. 

"UUUUUUNNNN UUGGGGGHHHHH-HHHH!" Janet screamed, more in pleasure than pain. 

"Shove it up her ass," Helen cried out, dropping to her knees and reaching 
for Gary's cock to try and guide it into the clenching little rectal 
opening. "Oh, God, make her scream with pain, you bastard!" 

Her agile fingers flew up and down the glistening hard shaft and her eyes 
glazed with lust. Her own heavy breasts rubbed sensuously against Janet's 
ass cheeks, adding to both their pleasure. 

"Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh, Jesus, hurry up and get it all in!" 

She was afire with a lust so overwhelming that she thought she would pass 
out from it. Her thighs spread apart more widely as 

Helen's hand reached in and began to probe her quivering pussy and erect 
little clitoris. 

"OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHH YESSSSS-SSSSSS!" Janet wailed, unable to feel anything 
except the hand and the cock fucking into her twin holes. 

Gary pulled his invading cock out a little way and he lunged forward again, 
this time burying the huge shaft deeply up inside his wife's ass-hole. 

Gary's tempo increased and he was soon thrusting his gigantic cock smoothly 
in and out of the tightly clasping hole, grunting and straining to force 
more of the heated flesh up into her. She was churning her ass madly and 
reveling in the sensations that his cock and Helen's fingers were bringing 
her. 

"I want some of the action too," Bill suddenly cried out as he knelt down in 
front of Janet and guided his blood-engorged cock toward her half-open lips. 

She tried to avert her head but it was no use. He clamped his hands on 
either side of her head and pulled it toward his glistening cock at the same 
time as he lunged forward. In a second her mouth was filled with the 
terrible organ that slid smoothly past her velvety inner flesh to lodge at 
the back of her throat. She thought she would gag from the size of the awful 
cudgel but he withdrew it until just the tip was lodged inside her lips. 

"Oh, that's right," Helen called out excitedly. "Mouth fuck the little 
bitch! Shoot your wad in her mouth while Gary ass-fucks her!" 

Pat shut her eyes and brought her hands up over her ears to try and shut out 
the lewd sounds that filled the room. She could hear Helen shouting out 
obscene encouragements to her husband and Gary. The shouted words mingled 
with the loud slurping sounds of Janet's mouth lovingly sucking and licking 
at the huge cock that filled her oral cavity and the drum-like slaps of 
Gary's balls on Janet's naked upturned ass. 

She forced her eyes open again, unable to stand not seeing the brutal mouth 
and ass rape of her friend. She could suddenly taste the coppery female come 
that had poured out of Janet's pussy into her own mouth and she wanted to 
relive the experience. Her eyes came down on the delicious little hair-lined 
slit that nestled between Helen's thighs and she eagerly knelt down between 
the woman's body and thrust her hungry mouth up into the wonderful crotch. 

Startled by the sudden invasion of her pussy by the burning tongue, Helen 
looked down to see Pat stretched out underneath her. She wiggled her hips 
downward and forced the sweet cuntal flesh into the girl's greedily sucking 
mouth, moaning with delight as the furiously probing tongue shot deep up 
into her quivering pussy. 

It was like an insane and erotic nightmare, Helen's pussy was pressing down 
into Pat's hungrily sucking mouth while her own fingers were buried deeply 
in Janet's cunt. 

They all fucked furiously, anxious to find the relief of climax. 

Suddenly, the cries changed to shrill yelps and excited groans as male and 
female juices began to pour madly out of their lust-crazed cocks and cunts 
at the same time. 

"MMMMMMNNNNNNNN!" Janet groaned, her cheeks ballooning with the volume of 
sticky-white male sperm that was overflowing her mouth. Her insides were 
exploding as her husband pumped what seemed like gallons of scalding male 
juice into her tightly clenching ass-hole and she almost fainted from the 
intensity of her own jolting orgasms. 

Pat and Helen lay beside one another on the floor, mouths-to-cunts, their 
bodies exploding as spasm after spasm shook them. Their tongues continued to 
fervently lick and suck until there was nothing left. 

Then, with a loud cacophony of erotic screams that erupted from the 
writhing, twisting bodies, they collapsed in a jumbled heap on the soft rug, 
and it was over. 

Looking around the room at the other naked bodies, Janet knew that this 
wasn't the end but the beginning. She and Gary had learned something about 
one another and about themselves. It had been a long and painful process, 
one that she wouldn't want to repeat. But she knew now that they understood 
one another's needs as well as any two people in the world did. 

As for Bill and Helen Davidson, and Pat, well, that was an extra bonus. 
There would be no turning back now-they all needed one another. 

Slowly she began to laugh, letting it build from a giggle to a loud roar. 

"What in the hell is the matter with you?" Gary asked, shocked by the insane 
laughter. 

"Matter?" she asked through her rumbling laughter. "There's nothing the 
matter, darling ... or at least nothing that can't be put right by more 
fucking! Is anyone ready to go again?" 

And they were all laughing lewdly! 


THE END
