The Degraded Wife
by Julie Davidson
(MLP-165)


INTRODUCTION 

Amid the social and technological upheaval of modern times, many of the 
ideals and values of our forebearers have fallen by the wayside. Instead of 
seeking some kind of higher meaning to life, something intangible to cherish 
as they did, we look more and more to material things. Our goal is instant 
gratification, no matter what the cost to our personal relationships. 

This need to have, in all senses of the word, is perhaps one of the main 
reasons for the destruction of the family unit as we have come to know it. 
Husbands are more interested in making money, in making their secretaries, 
in getting ahead, than in building a home. Some modern wives look at things 
the same way, more interested in their own careers, in their secret lovers 
than in the traditional female role, indeed, in what their husbands do on 
their lunch hours. Unfortunately, this is not always the case. 

These women, many of them still young, sexually at their peak, are forced to 
live an unnatural existence, virtual shut-ins, deprived of the physical 
attention they so desperately crave. It shouldn't be much of a surprise that 
many of these women, who would never normally even think of adultery, find 
themselves straying from the straight and true path they sincerely believe 
in, driven to it by their uncaring husbands. 

The following novel deals with the story of one such wife, with the 
temptation that would eventually leads to her ultimate degradation. It is 
not offered as an authoritative study on the subject of marital infidelity 
... a topic so broad and all-encompassing that it has taken up volumes of 
scholarly work . . . but rather, a look into the life of one woman, her 
dilemma, her attempted solution, her failure in the hope that it might'shed 
some light on a problem that we all, in one way or another, must deal with. 

The Publisher 

 Chapter One 

Jim Frees sat in his high-backed, black leather upholstered, executive 
swivel chair, elbows propped up on the deeply padded armrests, his fingers 
laced over his flat, muscular stomach. The chair was turned away from the 
broad, walnut desk, from the piles of Small Business Administration forms 
painstakingly.completed by his employees that lay there, awaiting his 
signature. Jim Frees wasn't thinking about business, and certainly not about 
"small" business. He was thinking about success. 

He was staring out of his office window which looked onto the Freesclip, 
Incorporated parking lot and his own private parking stall.. . the one 
closest to the building door, of course. Under a custom tailored, pale green 
car cover was his metallic bronze, Mercedes 450 SL. 

Of all the things that Jim Frees had, he regarded his car as the most 
important. When he was in it, driving on the freeway or on the city streets, 
it told everyone immediately that he was someone important, someone of 
worth. If they were close enough to read his license plate, it told them who 
he was, too. His personalized licence read: "FREES." 

Jim felt that he had a lot to be proud of. He'd taken an idea, a new way of 
making clip-type fasteners for meat packaging and built it into a company 
that did 10 million dollars a year. That the original idea wasn't his, that 
he'd lifted it from former employer in the same field, that there were 
several law suits pending on patent infringement, didn't faze him. And why 
should it? He was making money hand over fist by selling his product cheaper 
than the competition. He could afford to do that because he paid his 
production workers, many of whom were illegals from across the Mexican 
border, the bare minimum wage. 

His thought moved naturally from his Mercedes to his mistress. Both were 
status symbols, both were built for speed, sleek and luxurious. In a few 
minutes, he'd be climbing into the Mercedes and 

driving over to the Marina condominium he'd leased to house Lana, the lady 
in question. As many days a week as he could manage, he spent his two-hour 
lunches with her there. His eyes slowly unfocused and a lewd grin spread 
across his handsome face. Lana was a wildcat in bed, a fucking, sucking 
genius; she never failed to get the most out of him. Every time it was 
something different, something new to get him going, to keep him going. She 
looked at sex as a constant challenge, a search for new thrills, new 
pleasures. 

Jim had heard rumors about where the lithe, curvy redhead had learned her 
love making skills. Scuttlebutt at his golfing country club had it that 
she'd worked in a Nevada whore house for awhile when she was younger. Jim 
tried to be realistic about the whole thing, though. He knew that some women 
were born to screw up a storm, while others would never learn, no matter how 
much experience they had, no matter how much patient teaching they were 
given. His wife, Bonnie, was a case in point. 

As he visualized Lana's smooth, supple body, imagined it writhing sensuously 
under him, he felt a familiar stirring in his groin, a tension that was both 
delicious and irritating. He laughed at himself and shook his head. He knew 
that if he didn't stop thinking about fucking Lana, he'd get himself so 
horny that he'd have to masturbate right there in his office. It wasn't that 
he was above such a thing; he just didn't want to waste his energy that way 
when he knew he'd need every bit of it with Lana shortly. 

A knock on his office door brought him back to the real world. He swiveled 
his chair around and said, "Yes? Come in." 

His executive secretary, Miss Parks, opened the door and entered. She'd been 
with the company ever since Frees had started it and was devoted to her 
boss. Frees had often wondered what it would be like to fuck her. She had a 
ripe, curvy body under the stiff, slightly mannish suits she always wore, 
and her legs were nice and long, the way he liked them. Her face had always 
put him off, though. It was plain as hell and her drab, mousy brown hair 
didn't help matters at all. When he thought about screwing her, it was 
always in the dog style, from behind, so he wouldn't have to look at her 
face. 

"What is it, Miss Parks?" he said. 

His secretary closed the door behind her. When she turned back to Frees, she 
said, "It's your wife, sir. I have her waiting on line 2. She says she has 
to talk to you. It's the fourth time she's called this morning." 

"Jesus Christ!" he said. "How many times do I have to tell that woman that I 
can't stand being bothered at the office?!" 

Miss Parks stood there uneasily. 

"What the hell does she want?" he snarled. 

The secretary took a deep breath and then said, "Mrs. Frees didn't exactly 
say, sir. But I think it has to do with your picking her up for your 
luncheon engagement today." 

Frees stiffened. "What luncheon engagement?" he said. 

"I'm sorry, sir," Miss Parks said, "but I do have it marked on your 
calendar." 

He groaned, slumping back in his chair, running his fingers through his 
thick, sunbleached blonde hair. He wore it slightly long and parted in the 
middle, in the latest "dry look" style. He'd forgotten all about the date 
with Bonnie, probably because when he made it, he knew he had no intention 
of keeping it. It was supposedly a bribe. He wanted to sneak out on a Sunday 
afternoon for a little roll with Lana and in order to do so, he had to trade 
the brunch Bonnie and he were supposed to be going to for a lunch date later 
in the month. Now, it was later in the month and he knew he had to get out 
of the date. He had his heart set on fucking Lana. 

"Why didn't you remind me of it before?" he said accusingly. "That's what I 
pay you for." 

The secretary flinched. "But I did remind.. ."she began. 

Frees cut her off. "Well, goddam it, I've already made other plans," he 
said. "I've got an important conference. You're going to have to tell my 
wife that our lunch date had been postponed ... indefinitely." 

"Sir?" she said. 

"You heard me, Miss Parks!" he snapped. "I don't care how you break it to 
her. I don't care what excuse you make up. Just get that woman off my back!" 

Miss Parks nodded. Her face looked paler than ever, her thin lips even 
thinner. It wasn't the first time she'd been asked to make similar excuses 
for her boss and she knew it wouldn't be the last. What stung worse than 
having to lie for the man, for having to lie so he could sneak out on his 
wife, was knowing that Bonnie Frees knew that she was lying, knew what her 
husband did when he was away from home . . . which was most of the time. 

"Is there anything else, sir?" she asked, her back ramrod straight, her 
ample bosoms thrust out, not intending to invite a friendly grope, but 
inviting it just the same. 

Jum Frees stared at the woman's breasts, a wicked smile turning up the 
corners of his mouth. "No," he said, pushing up from his desk. He reached 
out to the oak clothes tree in the corner and lifted his suit jacket from a 
hanger. As he put it on, he moved around the desk, towards the door. "I'm 
leaving for lunch now," he said, slipping past her. "Hold all calls until I 
get back." "Yes, sir," she said. 

Frees marched quickly out of the building and started pulling the car cover 
off his Mercedes. It would've suited him a bit better if he could've had one 
of his production workers come out just before he was ready to leave and do 
the job, have him all set so he wouldn't have to lift a finger. It would've 
suited him, but the plain fact was that he didn't trust his employees any 
farther than he could throw them. He figured that somehow, some way, they'd 
find a way to scratch his paint job or get greasy fingerprints on his 
windows. 

In less than three minutes, he had the car cover stuffed in the trunk and 
was rolling out of the parking lot in second gear. He was on the freeway two 
minutes after that, high-balling west in the far left lane. There was 
something about driving the Mercedes fast that always turned him on. It 
wasn't the risk of getting a speeding ticket; he knew how to fix those. It 
wasn't the sensation of speed, either, because in the superbly engineered 
car speed, up to say 100 miles per hour, was only the gentle push of the 
g-force against his chest. Though he never considered the idea, the real 
reason why he sprung a hard on while zooming along on the freeway was 
because by speeding, he was drawing even more attention to himself. It was 
not unlike the act of an exhibitionist, exposing his obscenely bulging 
genitals to a captive audience of elderly women at a notions counter. All 
the other drivers around him had to look at him, had to recognize that he 
was somebody. 

He parked in the condo's lot and after he replaced the car cover ... salt 
air was bad news on metal flake paint... he walked into the building through 
a side door. He took the elevator up to the fourth floor and got out, 
walking straight across the super modern hallway to the door marked "408." 
He didn't ring the bell, but used his key. 

When he stepped inside the apartment, Lana was nowhere in sight. Everything 
was scrupulously clean, as usual. The building provided maid service to its 
clients. Jim wasn't worried that Lana had forgotten their date. He knew that 
she was as much his as the Mercedes. He loosened his tie as he stepped down 
into the sunken living room, his steps muffled by the thick white shag 
carpet. The whole place was done up in white, chrome and midnight blue.. . 
Lana's idea, of course. He saw that the sliding glass doors to the lanai 
were partly open and figuring that his mistress was to on the private deck 
getting some sun, he walked over. As he did, he felt the warm tightening in 
his loins, the sudden twitching in his soft cock as it began to throb to 
life. He smiled smugly to himself as he pushed the doors wider apart and 
stepped out into the bright sunlight. 

"Hi, there," the luscious redhead said. She was stretched out on her back on 
a padded chaise longue, her long, wavy red hair spilling over her smooth 
shoulders. Except for a gleaming coat of suntan oil, she was completely 
naked. 

"Jesus!" Jim groaned, the expressions on his face running the gamut from 
surprise to delight to anger. He looked up from her sleek curves, out over 
the balcony at all the other marina condos that faced or looked down onto 
the lanai. She was giving anybody who wanted to look a free show! "What the 
hell are you doing out here like that?!!" he demanded. 

Lana regarded him with cool blue eyes, a corner of her full, sensuous mouth 
turning up in a smirk. Though she said nothing in answer to his question, 
those eyes of hers spoke volumes. There was an open taunt in them, a dare, 
and above all, a hunger. 

Jim stood six or seven feet from where she lay, but even at that distance he 
imagined he could feel the heat of her ripe nakedness. She was,, at most, 
twenty four years old, with the body of a girl barely out of her teens. She 
was tanned all over except for the pink, quarter sized rings of her nipples. 
She was utterly gorgeous . . . and she knew it. 

She gave him a slow once over, like some Egyptian queen choosing a slave to 
be her stud for the night. Her eyes lingered over his crotch for a long 
time. 

He knew what she was looking at: the pulsing lump of his rapidly swelling 
cock. The outline of it, like a length of firehose jammed down his trouser 
leg, was clear as day. 

"Well," she said, her voice, rich and husky, her eyes raising from his 
crotch, meeting his, "what are you waiting for?" 

Jim gawked at her. "Out here?!" he said in disbelief. "Jesus Christ, Lana, 
we'd be fucking for the whole goddam marina!" 

"What's the matter, Jim? Getting modest in your old age?" she purred, her 
tongue suddenly darting out, moist and pink, swiping hungrily over her lips. 

He frowned at her, once again glancing around at all the other high rise 
buildings that surrounded them. Probably half of the people who lived in the 
marina had telescopes, he knew. Probably half of them used them to hunt for 
just the kind of-steamy outdoor love making session that Lana had in mind. 

The sexy redhead laughed at his confusion. When she did, her naked, 
suntanned breasts rose and fell, jiggling ever so slightly. "I know you're 
man enough, lover," she said, indicating the lurid bulge in his trousers 
with a nod of her pretty head. 

Sometimes, Jim wondered who was keeping who, who held the leash and who wore 
it. This serenely sexy young woman had a power over him, an attraction that 
muddled his thoughts and made it impossible to be rational. He knew he had 
to have her, she knew it, too. She was just letting him know that if he 
wanted her, it was going to have to be on her terms. 

"All right!" he said, admitting defeat, but not admitting that the prospect 
of showing off, of really exhibiting himself turned him on something fierce. 
"Whatever you say." 

As he moved closer to the chaise longue, he saw the voluptuous nakedness of 
her beautiful body beginning to come alive in anxious anticipation. He 
reached for the side of the longue, his pulse thudding agonizingly in his 
temples, and he leaned over her, gazing down at the crinkly, swelling tips 
of her nipples, her deliciously curvaceous breasts which jutted up from her 
sleek ribcage like a pair of huge, tawny brown Hershey's Kisses. And down 
further along the trim, well-maintained curve of her body, the light red 
fleece of her pubic vee . .. and the sun-tan lotion moistened, quivering 
lips of her pussy there between her slightly-parted thighs. 

He started to kiss her, but she stopped him with her upraised hand, a 
mischievious gleam in her soft blue eyes. "No kisses, yet," she told him. 
"Not until you take off all your clothes." 

He glared at her. She grinned at him. Sometimes, he thought she could read 
his mind. What he'd intended on doing was just unzipping his pants, pulling 
his cock out and fucking her while he was fully clothed. She wasn't about to 
let him get away with that. 

"Time's a wasting," she said, lifting her right hand, teasing her taut, pink 
pencil stub of a nipple with the tip of her index finger. 

Seeing her playing with her tit like that, knowing that she was taking 
pleasure from it, set his libido burning and his cock throbbing. If she 
wanted to give the world a free live sex show, then it was fine with him. 
Jim Frees wasn't ashamed of his body. He spent an hour or two every day in 
the country club's gym, working out with weights, playing handball. 

"Any way you want it, lover," he said, standing up straight. He smiled down 
at her and started to undress as if they were sealed up in some private 
room, not out where everybody and his brother could see. He took off his 
coat and flung it and his tie on the lanai's little table, then removed his 
dress shirt, exposing the well-muscled strength of his manly chest, the 
dense rug of dark brown hair that covered his pectorals, the rigid, 
washboard of his stomach. He threw his shirt over on top of his jacket and 
unbuckled his trousers, peeling them and his silk boxer shorts down over his 
hips and thighs. 

Lana's eyes never left his body for an instant. She was looking at him 
greedily, like he was something very good to eat. The voluptuous redhead was 
anything but shy. She knew exactly what she wanted. 

As the waistband of his underwear cleared the tip of his cock, that blood 
engorged member flipped up, slapping against his bare chest, giving her a 
lewd salute. He kicked off his shoes, then let his pants fall to the floor. 
He bent down to remove his socks and the underwear and trousers, putting 
them on top of the pile on the table. 

"Mmmmm, real nice, lover," she cooed, approvingly, reaching out with her 
right hand to loVeingly caress the long, thick, blue-veined flesh of his 
penis. It throbbed under her gentle, loving touch and swelling into full, 
jutting erection, curving upwards slightly from root to tip. It was a 
man-sized hardness any guy would've been proud to possess. 

She touched it cautiously with her other hand, extending her arm across her 
full, tantalizing breasts. Her two hands encircled the thick, turgid pole of 
his erection and she stroked it greedily, working the fleshy skin back and 
forth between her palms as his prick swelled into full, virile hardness. 

"God, you do that good!" he groaned, his hands on his naked hips, his pelvis 
stuck slightly out, and his cock warmly cradled in his mistress' loving 
grip. Jim was standing there, in full view of a couple of hundred other 
apartments, of the same number of yachts on the waterway below, but he no 
longer cared. All that mattered to him was the feel of her silky, talented 
fingers sliding over his meaty erection. 

Her legs parted a little more and he could easily see in the bright Pacific 
sunlight the beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her 
vagina. When her long legs opened wider, the tempting folds of her pussy 
seemed to flower into eager openness. He moaned softly to himself. Lana was 
a cock hungry cunt if there ever was one! She was just lying there aching 
for it, aching for the feel of a long hard hunk of cock ramming up between 
her legs. 

Jim slipped down onto the wide chaise beside her and reached a gentle hand 
down to the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks. The smoothness of her 
skin was emphasized by the light coating of suntan lotion that covered it. 
She was so silky, so soft that it made his palms ache with longing as he 
cupped her firmly jutting ass in his hands. 

Lana trembled against him her eyes closed as she breathed anxiously, her 
lips seeking his. He kissed her and she responded at once, opening her mouth 
against his, her lips grinding into his teeth as her wildly squirming tongue 
searched down his throat. Her hand shook with rising excitement as she 
reached down between their reclining bodies and firmly gripped the one thing 
she craved most... his hugely pulsing cock! 

Jim gasped at the hard, wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around 
the thick, blood engorged neck of his cock and he kissed her hungrily, 
answering her fervent soul-kiss with one of his own. He jammed his tongue 
into her hot, sweet mouth and did his damndest to cram it down her throat, 
to strangle her to death with it. He felt dizzy from his arousal. Not since 
the beginning of their affair, after he'd met her at a country club dance, 
had the simple act of kissing been such a turn on to him. He knew that it 
was only partly the feel of her hand tugging at his stiff penis that was 
making the difference. It was also the fact that she was doing it out in the 
open, out where everyone could see her lewdly inciteful pumping. 

In that instant, Jim realized just how badly he needed this lascivious 
beauty, this maddening redheaded bitch. She'd turned him into a junkie for 
her wetly clasping cunt, her keen, foxy pussy fragrance, her shrill cries of 
orgasmic delight. He could have given up his business, given up his wife, 
even given up the fucking Mercedes, but never Lana. 

The naked redhead eagerly squirmed her sweet-smelling feminine body 
frantically against the slender, muscled expanse of his trim body. Her 
wriggling pelvis, soft and smooth from exercise and the expensive spas he 
sent her to, ground against his and he could feel her rising heat, like an 
all-consuming fever, burning, seething from her loins. 

Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his cock shot up 
between them as if it had radar, moving eagerly in search of the warm, moist 
slit of her pussy that lay nestled between her softly pliant pussy lips. Her 
arms went around him and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, 
shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs yawned open 
shamelessly and she closed them around his hips as he rolled over on top of 
her svelte and well-oiled body. 

"Oooooh, lover, you're so big, so hot! I need it. I need it now. I can't 
wait any longer! Stick it in me! Ram it up my cunt!" she hissed, moaning 
with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to 
consume her with their rabid ferocity. Only the lust-quenching gush of his 
virile semen would save her! Only the feel of that turgid muscle sliding in 
and out of her wetly clasping passage. 

Her delicate hands seemed to be everywhere at once, hotly searching his 
hard, muscled nakedness like he was the first man she had ever seen, ever 
lain with. She touched him all over, feeling the jutting ridges of his 
muscles, brushing her fingers over the hairy patches on his chest, and 
anxiously squeezing the tight, hard cheeks of his ass. His cock probed deep 
between her thighs, the bulbous, rubbery head pressing incitingly against 
the puckered moist lips of her pussy. 

In the hot sunlight, she squirmed under his weight like an anxious 
schoolgirl about to get laid for the first time, her back arching up from 
the chaise mattress with surprising power. Wantonly, she wriggled her hand 
between their bellies and spread apart the sticky pink folds of her pussy to 
give him greater, easier access to her glistening slit. "Hurry! God, hurry! 
I need it now!!" she whined, kissing him all over the face, licking at his 
eyes, his cheeks, sticking the squirming tip of her tongue up his nostrils. 
Her fingernails left angry welts across his back as she clawed him, urging 
him on. 

He squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over 
the crinkly-hard peaks of her nipples until her thighs opened wider still, 
her loins wriggling upward until she had the head of his cock luridly 
between the softly parted lips of her vagina. 

"Ooooh, baby," he cooed, his cock trembling, twitching violently from the 
tickling fingers of a hundred soft, curly, red pubic hairs around its 
sensitive, lust-bloated head. 

Lana groaned from low in her belly. She couldn't wait any longer. Her thighs 
opened until Jim wondered if they'd never stop. Her ankles locked around the 
small of his back, her heels digging into his buttocks, pounding her 
frustrations out on the solid ass cheeks. 

"Fuck me now or I'll scream!" she shrilled in his ear. "Fuck me, you bastard 
or I'll scream rape!" Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids 
fluttered as if she was about to pass out. 

Jim realized that the wantonly aroused woman beneath him was ready to cum 
already ... even before he'd shoved his cock inside her! He wanted to do it 
to her in the worst way, to sink his aching, swollen pole of flesh between 
her thighs and fuck her silly, but she was even quicker than he was in going 
for his obscenely erect cock. She grabbed it in her fist and, before he 
could even blink, worked it between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous 
pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his cock through the fleecy reddish 
softness of her pubic down and into the hot, clasping grip of her cunt. 

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh, yessss!!!" she whimpered, her eyes bulging as the broadly 
flaring rim of his cock-head teased over the oily marble of her clitoris, as 
the slippery, steaming folds of her cunt parted over the tip of the hotly 
throbbing knob. "Push it all in! All of it! Hard!!!" 

As Jim looked down at her, he could see the suddenly blank expression on her 
lovely face and he realized that she didn't even know who he was, that she 
didn't even care. He could've been black or yellow, a kid barely into his 
teens or some doddering old fart with a cock like a stallion. All that 
mattered to her was what was jabbing up between her rhythmically shifting 
thighs. 

He swept into her pussy with a single, deep-thrusting stroke, a brutal, 
animalish lunge that sank his cock in her upturned cunt with the strength of 
a piledriver. Her pussy yielded to him greedily, parting wide, allowing him 
to surge up into her like a fist through soft, sweet butter. 

"Ohh! Ohhhh!!" she gasped, breathing up at him, her mouth open, her tongue 
lashing salaciously over her lips as the taut, rubbery grip of her pussy 
drew him into the seething depths of her belly. 

Jim moaned at the ravenous pressure of her tightly clenched pussy. The hot 
buttery walls closed around the thrusting shaft of his rigid penis like a 
Vaseline covered fist. He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite pain of 
her incredible pussy grip. Her cunt was so well-trained that she could make 
it feel like the box of a teenage virgin. 

Deep into her body his lust-stiffened erection probed. Her astounding 
tightness was so powerful that it felt like her pussy was skinning his cock 
alive. His pain quickly subsided in the gushing flood of her pussy juices, a 
torrent of warm, viscous lubrication that oozed around the thick, pistoning 
length of his cock and made his full entry into her much, much easier. 

A short time before he had been back at his office, fantasizing about just 
this moment, but his fantasy was a pale thing compared to reality. He was 
fucking her with every inch of his hard, manly cock, her nakedness beneath 
his hunching loins, her mewling and writhing driving him crazy with lust. 

She gurgled and gasped with every vicious thrust of his long, stiff cock. 
Her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling 
aftershocks of his animalish lunges as her belly quivered and shook, as her 
succulent breasts juggled against his hairy chest. 

Lana was in pain, a rapturous, secret pain that only a woman can ever know, 
the pain of being opened, penetrated, used, the pain of being fucked. Jim 
revelled in his ability to make her squeal and moan. It was so easy for him. 
All it took was an extra hard snap of his hips, a vicious flick of his long 
thick cock inside her, and she went all to putty under him. 

He rode her unmercifully, driving her on with bone-jarring thrusts into her 
quivering wetness, her juicy cunt. He drove her with the same kind of 
sadistic glee that he drove the Mercedes, as if he were trying to push the 
machine, the woman to the limit, to see what it would take to break them 
both. 

His breath coming in short gasps, Jim pushed down hard, crashing his loins 
against her softly padded fork. Lana met his ruthless lunge with sur- 
prising power, pushing up against him, making their steaming genitals 
collide with such force that she nearly knocked them off the chaise. She was 
going wild, fighting desperately to reach her orgasm! Like a woman 
possessed, she grunted and thrashed beneath him, her breasts, her thighs 
quivering from the brutal impacts. 

They thrashed about on the chaise like a pair of dogs mating in some empty 
lot, their bodies fused as one by the lascivious heat of their passion. 

Jim leered down at her lust-contorted face, still so beautiful despite the 
grimace of anxiety, or desire that twisted her features. She was so close to 
the brink of her screaming, back-scratching orgasm. He was suddenly aware of 
the blazing sun on his back. Beads of salty sweat were trickling into the 
welts her fingernails had already raised, creating a stinging pain. The 
sweat was dripping from the hollows and crevices of his torso, oozing onto 
her slippery, silky skin. 

He pumped up and down like a madman, a deep-driving rhythm of long, hard 
strokes, every one bor-. ing into the hilt in her wildly churning cunt, 
pushing hard into the tight, sticky grip of her pussy until his balls 
smacked moistly into the smooth hairless cleft of her buttocks and his 
pelvis ground lasciviously against the soft pink flesh of her nakedly 
splayed pussy. 

Jim could feel her ecstatic climb to the pinnacle of orgasm. He could feel 
her whole body stiffen, every muscle, every sinew attuned to this 
devastating ascent. A few more thrusts, a few more seconds and she would be 
a shrieking, clawing demon under him. 

She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her silky thighs, 
opening and closing them as she matched his freight train cock thrusts ounce 
for ounce with the snapping surge of her wet crotch. She ground her cunt 
hotly against his hard muscular virility. Her moans had degenerated into a 
hoarse muffled gasp as she struggled to keep from screaming, from bringing 
the police down on them. But it became harder and harder for her to keep a 
lid on her rising passion as the time-bomb of her climax ticked toward her 
feverish release. 

"Uhhhhh!! God !!!" she wailed, arching her back, her eyes suddenly popping 
wide open as if a live wire had been inserted up her ass. "Harder!! 
Harder!!!" 

Jim's face split in an obscene grin as he saw her cheeks flush with color, 
as she clamped her teeth down on the tip of her tongue to bite back the 
scream of ecstasy clawing to be free. Knowing that what he was about to do 
would be the straw that broke the camel's back, he stepped up the powerful, 
lust-stirring pace of his fucking. His cock was pumping so fast in and out 
of the gleaming, flowered open pussy lips that it turned into a red blur. 

"God! God!! I'm cumming! Ccccuuuummmm-mmiing!" she wailed, her cry of 
ecstacy exploding from her throat, her knees pulled so far back that her 
feet were directly over his head. She whinnied and writhed, bucking up from 
the chaise, every spasm of her naked, sweat-soaked body sucking another deep 
thrust from his still-rigid cock. 

Jim pounded her cumming cunt with a vengeance, sheathing his meaty erection 
in her hotly farting depths, doing his damndest to drive the redheaded bitch 
crazy. As she shook and shuddered, bleating like a pig on a lance, her arms 
and legs clinging desperately to his sweat-misted hardness, he jack-hammered 
her pussy, gasping at the powerful seizures that racked her passage, that 
clamped down on his fast fucking cock like an iron fist in a hot buttered 
velvet glove. 

Gradually, the fluttering, milking action of her orgasming pussy began to 
weaken, as did her shrill cries of pleasure. He kept on pumping on her, 
slam-ming into her youthful softness, making her breasts and belly shiver 
and shake. 

"God!!" she moaned in his ear, her hot tongue licking at his lobe, teasing 
into his earhole. "You're too much! You're going to fuck me to death!" 

Jim stopped humping her, still on knees and elbows, his pipe-hard penis 
buried to the wet coppery hairs between her lewdly parted thighs. He 
tightened the muscles behind his ass and made his cock swell up within her. 
Her belly tightened deliriously about the pulsing meat. 

"Ooooooh!" she cooed, hunching up into him, rub- bing her slithery smooth 
belly against his, making her blazing cunt clasp greedily at his shaft. 

Jim levered upward and felt his stiffened penis slowly slip from her taut 
cuntal wetness. They parted company with a wet plop! 

"Oh, lover! It's still hard as a brick!" she crooned, leering at the 
friction-reddened length of lust-hardened flesh jutting up from his sweat 
and pussy juice matted loins. It looked like he had a tree limb growing out 
of his crotch. 

"MY TURN!!" came a bellowed shout that echoed across the canyon of 
condominiums. 

Jim froze, his lower jaw going slack. 

"THEN ME!!!" answered a shout from another direction. 

"Jesus Christ!" Jim groaned, looking up, searching the high rises for the 
source of the obscene catcalls. He didn't have much trouble finding them. 
The shouters were waving white towels at him. There were a lot more people 
looking than shouting, too. 

"WIDER! SPREAD 'EM WIDER!!" 

Jim jerked his gaze back to Lana. His face burned with anger. Even though 
she knew that she was making a public spectacle of herself, that a dozen or 
more men were gawking at her, she still was lying there on the chaise with 
her thighs wide open, her pinkly flowered pussy, glistening with the juice 
he had fucked out of her, parted and puckering for all to see. 

He grabbed his clothes with his left hand and grabbed hold of her hair with 
his right. 

"Owww!" she whined as he jerked her.to her feet and hurled her through the 
open sliding doors. 

"Damn you!" he snarled. "Damn you, whore!" 

Lana was on her knees on the rug, her blue eyes wide with fear, her 
succulent breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air. 

"You don't belong to them!" he growled, throwing his clothes across the 
room. "You're mine! My whore!" 

An obscene smile flickered over her lips and then it was gone. 

"That's right! You know it's true!" he shouted. His cock was jerking 
anxiously all through his tirade, every vein bulging, every tendon standing 
out hard against the angry red flesh. The bulbous head was a great knob of 
purple meat, the skin over it drawn so tight that it was no longer velvety 
smooth; it was shiny like the skin of an over-inflated balloon. "Now, suck 
me off, you slut! Eat my cum and don't miss a goddam, mother-fucking drop!" 

The naked redhead ogled the steel hard erection that stood up between his 
muscular thighs like a third leg. Her hand reached up, shaking, her fingers 
touching the lust-swollen flesh, caressing it like it was a piece of 
hand-carved ivory. She stroked it anxiously, her breath coming in short, 
shallow gasps as she stared at the tiny slit in the bulbous, bloated head. 
It was almost as if she were watching some hooded cobra swaying, as if she 
were being hypnotized by it. She rolled the thick, fleshy foreskin back and 
forth, groaning with animal excitement as she saw the bluish veins along the 
grossly sly thick pole of virile maleness pulse and quiver with lust-heated 
blood. 

She stroked it and fondled it lovingly until Jim groaned with the tautening 
pain of his lust-swollen balls. 

"Come on! Come on!" he growled impatiently. "Put it in that whore's mouth of 
yours! Suck it, slut!" 

His hair-matted loins began to work back and forth, his buttocks flexing, 
relaxing, flexing, as she pulled and drew on the hard, pulsing length of his 
manly erection, her small gentle hands everywhere at once. They teased over 
the stiffened thickness of his cock, cradling the swollen, sensitive orbs of 
his balls, tenderly caressing the wrinkly, hair fringed sack of his scrotum, 
the wispy fur tickling her palms. 

Then, with a whimper of aroused eagerness, she pushed her head between his 
muscle ribbed thighs and salaciously licked the bulbous purplish head of his 
cock with her small, moist tongue. 

Jim gasped aloud and shivered involuntarily as his cock lurched up, smacking 
into his sternum, sending tiny droplets of pre-cum spattering over his chest 
hairs, then dropped back down on a perfect line with her hungry lips. She 
had her tongue on it again in a blink and in a matter of seconds, his aching 
erection was moistened with the combined wetness of her pussy juices and the 
warm saliva from her tongue and lips. 

The naked redhead, kneeling between his legs, moaned as if she had been 
starved for days and was now offered some kind of royal banquet ... the main 
course being about two pounds of raw cock! 

She worked her glistening pink lips down along the turgid pole of his cock, 
drawing her ovalled mouth over his penis like a skin tight condom. The 
warmth of her clasping lips and lashing tongue enclosed his penis in a 
fervent pressure of arousal that made him shudder again and again with 
exquisite shock waves of desire. Her tongue swirled heatedly around his 
erection, bathing it in drool, making it swell out alarmingly against her 
cheeks. 

Jim groaned anxiously and put his hand to the back of her head, pushing his 
hips forward, shoving his cock deeply down her throat, expecting her to gag 
and pull away from the brutal penetration. To his delight, she took it all. 
. . took it greedily, like she wanted to eat him alive. The warmth of her 
mouth encased his meaty erection, the tight sucking ring of her lips 
slipping down to encircle his hairy root. It looked like she was trying to 
swallow a telephone pole ... and she was succeeding! 

He looked down at her delicious nakedness, her large firm breasts bobbing 
and jiggling as she worked frantically between his widely spread thighs. The 
insides of his thighs rubbed incitingly over the sides of her head as her 
mouth worked hungrily up and down the full, hardened length of his cock. He 
could see it all happening ... the soft pinkness of her lips tautly ovalled 
around the thickness of his penis in an expression of cock hungry lust as 
old as time. 

She rubbed the swollen, sperm-laden orbs of his testicles in her opened 
palms. He could feel their weight throbbing anxiously as they rested in her 
smooth hands. They were inhumanly bloated with the pressure of his yet to 
come orgasm. He knew that in seconds, joy would explode in his loins and 
they would pump their viscous, choking load right down her lovely throat. 

He pushed hard into the ovalled softness of her mouth and gasped in 
astonishment as she swallowed and let the head of his cock squeak down her 
throat. She took it down without choking, with total unconcern for her own 
health and safety. The muscles of her throat constricted deliciously around 
the thickness of his erection. She breathed wheezingly through her flared 
nostrils, her lips ovalled to the splitting point around his cock. 

No longer able to control himself, Jim began driving his cock in and out of 
her tortured lips, in and out of the marvelous squeaky tightness of her open 
throat. That lascivious sensation and the sight of the huge member 
disappearing between her obscenely gaping lips brought him off. 

"Oh! Oh, shit!" he grunted, his pelvis shuddering like a tree in the wind, 
his bloated balls pumping like a pair of tiny but powerful engines, sending 
the thick, sticky rush of his semen jetting along the pole of virile flesh 
that was so deeply embedded down her ravaged gullet. He felt the white hot 
torrent bubbling up the hollow stem of his pipe-hard-erection and then the 
joyous moment of release as it exploded from the slit in the head of his 
cock like cannon fire. 

The gushing viscous spurts shot down her throat, swirling hotly down into 
her belly as she swallowed again and again, milking his still-hard cock with 
greedy fingers until every last drop of his cum was sloshing in her belly. 

She raised her head from between his thighs and gave the long, thick shaft 
one last root to tip caress that teased a single, gummy white drop up to his 
gaping slit. She licked the final bead of sperm from the rubbery head of his 
cock with a quick swipe of her tongue. 

"Nummmmmmm,"' she cooed, nuzzling her smooth, passion flushed cheeks against 
the still-jerking rod. 

"Wow! Man!" Jim croaked, his knees all wobbly from the aftermath of his 
orgasm. "You sure know how to do that!" 

"That ain't all, buster," she said, rising from the rug. She gave his cock a 
hard tug and it responded by pulsing warmly in her fist. "Let's go in the 
bedroom. I've got a real surprise for you." 

The young businessman groaned, unable to stifle his rising excitement as the 
luscious redhead pulled him along behind her ... by the cock! 

 Chapter Two 

Bonnie Frees slammed down the phone and stood there, her slim arms folded 
across her full, round bosoms, glaring at it. She wasn't really surprised 
that Jim had backed out of their lunch date at the last minute. That was par 
for the course. And she wasn't surprised that he'd been so spineless that 
he'd made his secretary do the dirty work for him. Again, that was about 
par. What angered her more than her husband's rejection of her was the flat, 
slightly nasal tone Miss Parker had used to break her the bad news. Under 
the emotionless, strictly business tone, Bonnie was sure she could detect a 
trace of smug self-satisfaction. That absolutely infuriated her. 

For months, she had been able to feel her husband slipping away from her. At 
first, she thought he was just caught up in business hassles. He told her 
that and she believed him. She wanted to believe him. But then the "hassles" 
started keeping him from even trying to touch her at night and she became 
suspicious. 

Bonnie never was very demonstrative in bed. It had been part of her 
childhood training to learn that a woman is the passive partner in 
lovemaking. Though she never out and out told him that she didn't want to 
make love to him, though she was always willing to do her "duty" by him, to 
open her creamy thighs to him, she knew that he needed more from her. He 
needed her to act like some kind of harlot, a wildly wanton slut who would 
grovel, beg for the privilege of serving his almighty cock. She couldn't 
bring herself to do that for him, no matter how much she loved him. She 
didn't think of herself as her husband's whore; she couldn't. 

One night, after they'd finished fucking... or, to be more exact, after he'd 
finished his fucking... he told her that he thought she was frigid. A big 
fight ensued. He said she had never climaxed for him and she said she had, 
lying to save face, to, perhaps, save her marriage. It wasn't that Jim 
wasn't a good lover, that he didn't turn her on, but she just couldn't seem 
to let go. What he did to her felt wonderful, but always, just at the 
critical moment, when the earth began trembling under her, when the waves of 
muscle contractions would begin between her legs, she would shut it off. 

Because, early on in their marital difficulties, she felt that most of the 
problem was hers, though she would not admit it to him, she did not do what 
many of her fellow, upper middle class housewives would've done. She did not 
immediately run out and take a lover. With the quivering lower lip of a true 
martyr, she stood silently in the shadows of her big white Colonial style 
house, waiting for her husband to make up with her. It soon became apparent 
to her, however, that Jim was not going to make up with her, that he had, in 
fact, totally given up on her, that he had taken himself a mistress. Once 
she realized this, many things began to fall into place for her. She 
understood why he'd been too tired to touch her ... he was saving himself 
for his illicit lover! The truth hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been 
deceived! 

For days after her discovery, she could barely stir herself from her bed. 
She felt like she was fighting off some grave illness. Then, she decided 
that she wasn't going to take it all lying down, that she was going to show 
Jim what she was made of, that she was going to fight for him, that she was 
going to try and change to be more like what he wanted, to be more like his 
mistress. 

To that end, she made a visit to a local adult bookstore. It was a very hard 
thing for her to do. Walking into that place, knowing what wicked, vile 
things all the men browsing there would think of her, took all her strength. 
Doing her best to ignore their lewd stares, she walked straight up to the 
counter and asked the salesman for two things. One was a photo illustrated 
paperback book on lovemaking technique and the other was a battery powered 
dildo, an artificial penis sculpted from pink plastic. She expected to hear 
laughter behind her when she said she wanted to buy a dildo, laughter and 
then perhaps some sort of obscene proposition about having some of the real 
thing instead, but there was no sound except a soft rustling of pages and an 
even softer hiss of stifled heavy breathing. She hurried out of the book 
store with her purchases hidden in a brown paper bag. 

Once she'd gotten home, once she examined what she'd bought, she was 
disgusted with herself. The photos in the pocket book were lewdly graphic, 
actually showing in full color, big greasy red cocks fucking into juicy, 
hair-rimmed pussies. She tried to read the text which was supposed to 
explain all about sexual technique, but found she couldn't concentrate on 
it. She kept finding herself staring at the photos, at the wetly gleaming 
pink petals smooching around the meaty erections. She felt her face flush 
with shame and embarrassment. Slam- ming the book closed, she opened the box 
that contained her other purchase, shaking the dildo out onto the bed. It 
lay there inert, the crudely sculpted veins, the massive bloated head 
seeming to mock her. How could anything so ugly, so gruesome ever teach her 
anything about love?!! 

Bonnie Frees had gathered up the erotic material and shoved it back into the 
bag, then shoved the bag way back in her clothes closet where it would not 
be found. She would've thrown it out in the trash, but she was afraid that 
one of the garbage men might find it in the can, or that, heaven forbid, a 
neighborhood dog would turn the can over and while searching for some tasty 
garbage to eat, dump the evil things out on the lawn where her neighbors 
could see. 

Now, the crash of the hone still echoing through the big, empty house, her 
head full of hot, angry blood, the long-legged blonde was marching into her 
bedroom to retrieve the illicit material. She was going to show Jim! She was 
going to show him what kind of a slut she could be if she wanted to! She was 
going to use the dildo; she was going to fuck herself silly with it; she was 
going to make herself cum! 

Bonnie thought about doing the dirty deed on her own bed, but only for a 
second. She needed a grander setting for her act of self debasement. She 
took the paper bag and stomped downstairs, down to the big living room. 
There, with the baby grand piano, the persian carpets, the shelves of 
leather bound books, the antique chandelier, with all the knicknacks that 
her husband had collected to impress other people, was where she belonged. 

The lovely young blonde felt the tingling itch of her own unrequited 
passions begin to taunt her, burning between her slender girlish thighs like 
a hot flame held close to her loins as she dumped the hugely curving pink 
dildo from its box onto the Victorian couch. The wickedness of what she was 
about to do with that obscene hunk of plastic was like warm, golden honey 
dripping down the back of her throat. 

She began to struggle out of the clothes she'd put on for the luncheon date. 
She reached back and unzipped the zipper of her elegantly tailored dress, 
shrugging out of the arms, letting it slip to the floor. Her sleek, 
cone-shaped breasts were encased in see-through, white tricot brassiere 
cups, the round pink nipples like tiny bullseyes. As the cool of the room 
hit her soft buds, they began to crinkle up, to stiff, until they stuck out 
against the sheer fabric like a pair of pencil stubs. She stepped out of her 
dress and took hold of her tiny, French cut bikini panties, rolling them 
down over her flaring hips, her smooth thighs, then kicking them off over 
her shoes. The shoes, which were high heels, she left on. She undid the 
clasp to her brassiere, slipping the slick cups from over her jutting 
breasts, shivering at the tickling thrills that shot through her erect 
nipples as the flimsy fabric teased over them. 

Naked but for her high heels, Bonnie sat down on the couch with her knees 
wide apart. She sucked in air through her clenched teeth as her fingertips 
lightly searched the pale brown fleece of her pubic vee for the moist, 
deepening slit of her pussy. With her other hand, she picked up the dildo, 
holding it up to the light. The soft plastic veins, the rubbery head seemed 
to glow with a kind of unnatural life. Her heart thumping up under her chin, 
her fingertips grazing the silky, hair-fringed lips of her cunt, she put 
down the vibrator and picked up the pro-nographic book. 

She began at the beginning, looking longingly at the initial photots which 
were of a male penis in full erection and of a woman's pussy held wide open 
so that the creamy pink cuntal lining glistened lewdly. As she flipped the 
pages, going from photo to photo, she let her mind wander, unfettering her 
imagination as never before. She was instantly so engrossed in the 
lovemaking action that she thought she could head and feel the photos coming 
to life, that she was in the very room where they were taken. 

Her breath began to come in short gasps as she gawked at the foreplay 
section, at the male partner, a swarthy, well muscled man, putting his 
fingers to the lithe, small-breasted brunette's quite hairy pussy. She 
rubbed her mound anxiously with the palm of her hand, just as the man was 
doing and a flurry of pleasure danced up over her naked belly. 

The photo on the next page really made her pulse pound. The man was pushing 
his long, thick fingers in and out of the woman's pinkly gleaming pussy. 
Bonnie could see the shining love juice that coated his fingers; she could 
see the look of unbridled arousal on the woman's face as she spread her 
thighs open wider, giving her lover full access to her steaming slit. 

Under her own fingers, the sexy blonde could feel her cunt hotly throbbing, 
the fleshy lips were swelling, puckering and a sizzling cleft was opening up 
beneath her hand. She opened and closed her thighs, scissoring them as the 
lustful rhythm of her naked hunger thudded in her brain. 

The next picture showed the man shoving three clustered fingers up into the 
woman's cunt! Her hair-fringed fissure gaped obscenely around the rudely 
insinuating digits, but if she was in pain, no one could tell by the 
expression of ecstasy on her flushed face. 

Bonnie's middle finger teased down into the widening furrow, splaying the 
heavy lips apart, fumbling for and finding the oily marble of her clitoris. 
As soon as she touched it, the sparks began to fly over her mound. She 
whimpered and began shifting her hips, greedily pushing against her own 
fingertip, imagining that it was the finger of her swarthy lover, fucking 
into it, forcing it to slide through the slippery mouth of her cunt. 

Her fingers trembling, she turned the page. No longer was the slim brunette 
a mere spectator! She had shifted her body around so that she was facing his 
luridly bulging cock and balls. Propping herself up on her elbow, laying on 
her side with one leg lifted so he could continue to finger fuck her pussy 
with three fingers, she had reached up to grasp the root of his 
blood-engorged penis, she was peeling back the thick, fleshy foreskin, 
exposing the obscenely dripping red bulb of his cockhead. 

Bonnie's finger was pushing in and out faster and faster, twisting and 
turning as it did so, rubbing over her erect clitoris. The smell of her own 
arousal was keen and foxy in her nostrils as she flipped the page again. 

"Uhhh!" she groaned. The brunette was sucking him off! She had the obscenely 
bulging cockhead crammed between her ovalled lips, she was sliding both 
hands up and down the rigid shaft, masturbating it into her open throat. And 
the man's deeply probing fingers had pumped a slick rush of shining juice 
from her cunt, juice that beaded her soft fringe of hairs, juice that washed 
down over her smooth buttcheeks in a glistening wave. 

Unable to help herself, Bonnie propped the book up against the arm of the 
couch and picked up the dildo. Moaning from the excitement that coursed 
through her firm young body, she pressed her mouth to the tip of the 
vibrator, sweeping her wet tongue over the clef ted knob end. In her mind, 
it wasn't mere plastic she was licking, she was pushing between her moist 
lips; it was the hard cock of her secret lover. 

The girth of the thing made her jaws ache but she gave herself no mercy. 
Like the girl in the photos, she was beside herself with raw animal lust. 
She jammed the huge penis deep in her mouth, forcing the bulbous tip over 
the back of her tongue and down into her throat. It hurt so badly that 
it-brought tears to her eyes. It felt like her throat was going to split a 
seam, but she gamely started bobbing her head, making the lewd rod fuck in 
and out of her face, her wet lips sucking frantically at the vein-marbled 
shaft. 

The action in the photo book quickly escalated. The man was no longer 
content to just finger the brunette's pussy. He had to taste it! He climbed 
over onto her, holding his bloated cock deeply embedded in her tight throat, 
rudely shoving her thighs wide apart, ripping her buttocks open with hard, 
calloused fingers, and burying his mouth in her inflamed pussy. 

Suddenly, the finger in Bonnie's cunt was no longer a finger. It was a madly 
swirling, wetly lashing tongue! 

"Ummmmmm!!" she whined about the massive bulb, her tongue flicking back and 
forth over the underside of the shaft. 

The swarthy man worked like a demon straight from hell, his head bobbing 
furously, his long tongue sweeping over the slippery folds of her pussy, 
hungrily drinking down the pungent juice of her cunt. 

Bonnie flipped another page over, half tearing it in her eagerness to see 
more, to feel more. She gasped. The couple had totally changed their 
position. The brunette was on her back on the bed, her knees lifted and 
tipped back until they touched her shoulders, her yawning, oozing pussy 
tipped up, angled to receive every inch of the man's immense erection. Her 
bare feet were actually resting on the man's shoulders! And he was guiding 
his lust-hardened penis with one hard, feeding its luridly pulsing thickness 
to her hungry, hungry cunt. 

The young blonde pulled the dildo from her throat, shivering as the slobber 
coated knob popped from her lips. A long, crystal clear strand of her saliva 
momentarily connected the vibrator's tip and her chin, then it broke, 
trailing over the edge of her jaw and down her neck. The obscene scenario in 
the dirty book had become reality for her. There was no longer any brunette; 
there was only Bonnie, Bonnie lying lewdly splayed under the big man's heavy 
body. 

Her legs were straight up in the air over her, her high heel shod feet 
waving frantically as she let the book slip to the floor, as she worked both 
hands feverishly between her naked thighs. She had the pinkish moist folds 
of her cuntal flesh parted with the fingers of one hand, while the other 
hand wielded the huge dildo, guiding it between her puckering wet lips. 

"Uhhhhh!! Uhhhh!!!" she whined, as she jammed the imitation cock up into her 
belly, as the slick plastic head caressed the nerve-filled bud of her 
clitoris. There was no longer any book; there was no need for it. Bonnie was 
soaring off into her own private fantasy. 

She crammed the whole monstrous tool into her trembling cunt and then, her 
belly rippling from the strain, began to push and pull at it, making it 
sluice through the fluttering mouth of her cunt. In no time, her pussy was 
giving out with a nasty, squishy sound and her heavy lubricant was streaming 
out around the hard driving shaft, oozing down into the deep crack between 
her buttocks, down over the tiny wrinkly ring of her anus. 

Groaning, cursing like a hellcat, Bonnie screwed herself with the long 
dildo, making its upper surface rasp over her clitoris, fast-pumping it as 
she felt her long-awaited crescendo begin. 

Flickers of joy raged over her tummy and the couch shook beneath the fury of 
her hip-snapping lust. This was the critical moment. The moment when she 
always pulled herself up short. This time, however, she would not be denied. 
As she felt herself struggling against the rising tide of her climax, she 
pushed the vibrator's switch. 

"YEEEEH!" she shrieked as the dildo exploded into madly wriggling, 
electrifying life deep in her belly. The bottom dropped out of the world and 
Bonnie tumbled head over heels through the blackness, her pussy wetly 
clasping milking at the vibrating pseudo cock as sizzling white lights 
flashed between her ears, as impossible, incredible ecstacy overwhelmed her. 

Slowly, the awesome surge of pleasure began to subside and Bonnie came back 
to the room, the couch, to her hand on the butt of the still-quivering 
instrument. Moaning blissfully, she withdrew the huge dildo from her pussy. 
It was coated with her viscous, gleaming juice. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she cooed to it, pressing her lips to the glistening, pungent 
smelling head, licking it with her pointed pink tongue. 

A movement at a side window caught her attention. She only saw it for a 
second, out of the corner of her eye, but it half startled her out of her 
wits. Someone had been watching her!! Peeking at her while she made a 
horrible disgraceful spectacle of herself!! She was instantly engulfed in 
terror, disgust, and shame. If it had been one of her neighbors!! Dear God, 
she thought, don't let it be one of the neighbors! 

She was still sitting there, the dildo clutched in her hand, her thighs 
lewdly splayed, trembling with panic when the front doorbell rang. She 
jumped a mile at the sound of it. What should she do?!! The bell rang again 
before she could make up her frazzled mind. 

She grabbed for her clothes and started pulling them on, not bothering with 
her panties or brassiere, just slipping into her dress and zipping it up. 
The bell rand a third time. 

Bonnie considered just ignoring it, going into the kitchen and hiding until 
whoever it was went away, but she knew that that wasn't an answer, that if 
she didn't find out who had been peeking, she would always wonder, always be 
tortured by the not knowing. She crammed the dildo, the dirty book and her 
panties down in under the sofa cushions and hurried to the door. 

As she opened the door, the person who had been ringing was just walking 
away. 

"Yes?" she said, her voice sharp, much sharper than she intended. 

The young man in the white t-shirt and faded jeans turned and looked at her. 
He was about nineteen. He had coal black hair worn in a long shag style, 
glittering black eyes, and full sensuous lips. He was of wiry build, but the 
muscles of his arms were well-developed. 

"I didn't think you were going to answer," he said, just a trace of a 
Spanish accent to his words. He stepped back up to the doorway, his eyes 
dropping to boldly take in her unharnessed curves. 

Bonnie felt her face begin to flush as she saw how he was looking at her, 
looking as if he remembered what her body looked like in the nude. She knew 
without a doubt that the peeper had been this young man. 

"What do you want?" she said, glaring at him. 

He grinned, wiping his mouth with his hand. "My brother and I have this 
gardening service," he said, his eyes slipping back down to her breasts, to 
the still-taut stubs of her nipples poking out tan-talizingly against the 
bodice of her dress. "I come by to ask if you had any work you could give 
us." 

"I already have a service," she said, starting to shut the door in his 
leering face. 

The young man moved like a shot, jamming his foot against the door so she 
couldn't close it, then easily pushing it open again. 

"I don't think you have the kind of service you need," he said, leaning his 
face close to hers. 

Bonnie could smell the garlic and wine on his breath. She jerked back as if 
she'd been struck. "What do you mean?!" she demanded, knowing full well what 
he meant. 

He licked his lips, making a show of it, of letting her see his thick red 
tongue. "I mean that a fine looking fox like you shouldn't have to fuck 
around with a piece of plastic," he said, reaching down and rubbing the 
inside of his trouser leg. 

Bonnie didn't want to look down, but she couldn't help it. She stared in 
horror at the huge length of meat outlined against his jeans. Though not in 
erection, his penis hung halfway down his thigh! 

"I could give you the kind of service you need," he said his voice 
noticeably thicker, hoarser as his excitement grew. "And I'd do it for 
nothing." 

That he could actually think she'd agree to some- thing so obscene, so 
degrading, that he thought she was nothing more than a cock-hungry cunt 
stunned her. She tried again to slam the door, but he wouldn't let her. 

"That goddam plastic pecker can't cum inside you, lady," he said, panting 
softly, his hand rubbing harder on the soft hose that lay against his thigh. 
"I can. I can fill that sweet, wet pussy of yours up with my hot cum. I can 
make you cum while I'm doing it, too." 

The image of what he described swam in her head. Whether it was due to the 
aftermath of her recent orgasm or some deep seated need that she didn't 
understand and would not admit to herself, she actually thought she could 
feel his cock hard and long in her belly, throbbing excitedly as it pumped 
gush after gush of creamy seed into her cunt. 

"Come on, lady," he said impatiently, "you got me all hot for it. I know 
you're ready for it, too. I saw. Come on, let me in, let's fuck." 

Bonnie flinched when she saw that he had worked himself up to full erection. 
It looked like he had a baseball bat shoved down his jeans! For an instant, 
a split second that seemed to last an eternity, she was sorely temped to do 
as he asked. Then she caught herself. Furious at her own weakness more than 
at his lewd proposition, she nevertheless took her anger out on him. 

"Get out of here, you dirty little wetback!" she cried. "Get out or I'll 
call the police!!" 

The young man stiffened, a look of smouldering hatred passing over his 
smooth face. "Why you filthy cockteaser!" he snarled, lunging his arm 
through the gap in the door, reaching for her throat. 

Bonnie threw her full weight against the door and it swung closed, smashing 
into the boy's wrist with a sickening crunch. 

"Jesus!" he wailed, his fingers clenching, trembling from the pain. 

Bonnie jerked the door open just enough for him to get his hand back, then 
she slammed it closed and locked it. 

The young man took his fury out on the other side of the door, kicking it 
repeatedly as hard as he could. "I'll fix you for this, you cockteaser!" he 
swore. "I swear to God, I'll fix you!!" 

 Chapter Three 

Jim Frees knew his wife was going to be upset when he came home that 
evening. He purposely stalled at the office, pondering the idea of going out 
of town on a sudden, but vitally necessary "business trip". He knew if he 
did that, he'd only be putting off the inevitable and probably would be 
making the inevitable worse in the bargain. The inevitable was bad enough. 
His lovely young wife had of late turned into a whining, pouting bitch. 

He honestly couldn't understand her. He couldn't see why she would deny him 
the pleasure he felt was his right. If she wasn't going to give it to him, 
then who the hell did she think she was to tell him that he couldn't have it 
from someone else?! Some guys, he knew, wouldn't have taken it nearly as 
well as he had. Some guys would've divorced their wives, kicked them out. He 
hadn't done that, not yet anyway. He considered this to be a thoughtful, 
kind act. He was letting her continue to live in the house, to clean it, to 
cook and wash for him, even though she wasn't fulfilling her part of the 
marriage contract. He didn't consider her lying there under him like an 
inflatable party doll, like a goddamn corpse, while he fucked into her 
unmoving, unloving cunt anything but an insult to the word "sex." 

Finally, he left the office, got in his Mercedes and drove it home. By the 
time he got there, he had himself in what he thought was a proper frame of 
mind for the crying, accusing wife who was waiting for him. He had pulled a 
kind of invisible shield down over his mind. Jim Frees was safe behind it; 
nothing could faze him. 

When he put his key in the lock and turned it, the door opened, but just a 
crack. It was stopped by the safety chain. His shield began to buckle. Had 
she dared to try and lock him out?! To lock him out of his own house?! 

"Damn you!!" he cried, stepping back and snap-kicking the door with the ball 
of his foot. The chain was ripped from the jam and the door swung inward. 

Jim stormed into the house. "Where the hell are you?! he shouted. "Dammit! 
I'll find you!" 

He rounded the doorway that led to the dining room and came face to face 
with his wife. The blood drained from his face as he stopped dead in his 
tracks. His eyes were glued to what she held in her hand. 

"God, Bonnie!" he gasped. 

The young blonde stood there, her eyes wild with terror, her trembling hands 
holding up her husband's .357 Magnum revolver, aiming it at his chest as a 
distance of about eight inches. 

Jim Frees thought that he'd bought the farm, that his poor frazzled wife had 
gone over the edge, that she was going to kill him for his infidelity. 

"Oh, Jim!" Bonnie moaned, letting the muzzle of the gun drop. "Oh, Jim, I 
thought ... I was so scared!!" 

He carefully reached out and took the pistol from her hand, slipping it into 
the side pocket of his overcoat. His wife threw herself into his arms, 
clinging to him like a lost child. Even he could not fail to be touched by 
her obvious terror. 

"Jesus! Bonnie, honey, what is it? What's happened?" he said, wrapping a 
protective arm about her shivering shoulders, pulling her warm, jutting 
breasts into his chest. 

"God, I thought you ... I thought you were him!" she blubbered. "I thought 
he was coming back... to get me!" 

"He?" Jim said, gently leading Bonnie back into the living room. He made her 
sit on the Victorian sofa and stood in front of her as he said, "Please, try 
and tell it from the beginning." 

Bonnie blinked up at him, her eyes full of tears. "There was a young man who 
came to the door this afternoon," she said, gasping for breath. "He was 
Mexican or something. Said he was a gardener. I told him we already had one. 
Then he started getting fresh with me." 

Jim's face clouded over. "Go on." 

"He said all sorts of filthy things and I tried to shut the door, but he put 
his foot in it. He wanted me to let him in so he could ... oh, God! I yelled 
at him and he tried to choke me. Somehow I managed to shut the door on his 
hand. I think I hurt him. When he pulled his hand back, I slammed the door. 
He yelled at me through it, he said he was going to get me. I thought you 
were him. Oh, Lord! I might've shot you!" 

Jim closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The idea that his wife had 
almost been attacked in her own house was disturbing to him... but even more 
disturbing was a sudden suspicion that she was making the whole thing up. It 
struck him as mighty convenient that she's be assaulted, or almost assaulted 
right after he'd copped out on their lunch date. What could make him feel 
guiltier for leaving her alone? What could make him want to stick close by 
her afterwards? 

He took a seat beside her on the sofa. As he let his weight down on the 
cushion, he felt a hard lum-piness under him. "What the . . .?" he said, 
shoving his hand in under the cushion and coming up with one pair of bikini 
panties, one pornographic love manual, and one slightly sticky pink 
vibrator. 

"Oh!" Bonnie groaned, her hands leaping up to cover her mouth, her face 
blushing beet red. In her terror ever the young man's threat, she'd totally 
forgotten that she'd left the stuff stuffed in the couch. 

Jim let the panties drop to the floor between his knees. He thumbed through 
the paperback book, the anger in his eyes growing as he saw the luridly 
illustrated contents. He let the book drop, too, and waved the tip of the 
dildo under his nose, sniffing it. 

"So some guy tried to break in and rape you this afternoon?" he snarled at 
her. "So you had to go upstairs and get my gun to defend your honor?" 

Bonnie began sobbing, her eyes full of pain and shame. 

"This," he said, shoving the vibrator at her face, "is the only visitor you 
had this afternoon. And from the smell of him, you gave him the whole guided 
tour." 

"No, Jim, really ..." she began. 

But he wouldn't listen, wouldn't let her speak. He was insanely angry. "This 
is what you do, huh?" he growled. "While I'm at work, you screw yourself 
sil- ly on this phony cock!" 

Bonnie shook her head, her mouth opening and closing but no words coming 
out. 

He snatched up the book from the floor and opened it at random. He pointed 
at the swarthy, latin-looking man mounting the brunette, from behind. 
"There's your gardener!" he shouted. "There's your rapist! And here's his 
cock!" 

"Noooooo!!" Bonnie wailed. 

"I'll bet you give him a good time, too," Jim hissed. "You probably do 
things for him that you'd never even think of doing for me!" He jumped up to 
his feet, throwing the erotic junk against the wall. The plastic cock 
shattered into a thousand tiny pink pieces. 

Bonnie tried to shrink down, to disappear into the couch. He was doing her a 
horrible disservice by thinking that she'd lie about the intruder, by 
thinking that she'd rather give herself pleasure by masturbating alone than 
by responding to him in bed. She wanted desperately to make him understand, 
but the look on his face scared her half to death. 

"You're worse than frigid," he said. "You're a million times worse!" 

When Bonnie cringed, sinking back into the couch as if to evade him, Jim got 
an incredible surge of excitement. It wasn't just that he was suddenly on 
the offensive, able to berate her for something terrible she had done for a 
change, it was a sense of raw, physical power over her that he had never 
felt before. It was a need to totally dominate her, to teach her a lesson 
she would never forget. 

He took a step towards her and put his fingers to his zipper, undoing it, 
reaching inside and pulling out the full length of his soft, rubbery penis. 

"Go'd!" Bonnie whimpered, her eyes full of shock, of confusion, of 
disbelief. 

"Go on! Take it!" he snarled, shoving his pelvis forward, shoving his long, 
limp cock at her face. "Take it or I swear to God I'll slap you silly!" 

The young blonde flinched as he raised his open hand high over his head. 
There was no doubt in her mind that he would do it... and from the look in 
his eye, she knew that he would enjoy doing it, too. She reached up with 
quivering fingers and clasped the soft length of penis in her palm. At her 
touch, it flexed anxiously like it had some separate life of its own. 

"That's a real cock, baby," he said, grinning proudly down at himself. 
"Let's see what you can do with it. Let's see if you can treat a real cock 
as good as you treat your plastic pal." 

"Please, Jim," she moaned, miserably. "Please!" 

"Go on!" he growled. 

Never before in her life had Bonnie been so callously treated. He was acting 
like she was his slave! She knew she had no choice but to obey him; it was 
either that or take a beating. The utter helplessness of her situation did 
something to her that she didn't understand, something that frightened her 
more than his threats ... it turned her on! 

As she squeezed his cock tightly in his fist and it responded by pulsing, 
growing longer, thicker, hotter, a chill shot up her supine and scuttled, 
crablike, under her scalp. Suddenly, there was a horrible pressure in her 
head, a staggering rush of heat between her legs. She moved. 

Jim's jaw dropped as he saw his pretty young wife lean close to his belly, 
as he saw her slip his penis over her bottom lip and into her mouth. Her 
tongue swirled over it, licking at the bulbous head, loving it. 

"Christ!" he gasped, putting a hand on top of her blonde head to steady 
himself as the delicious warmth and wetness of her mouth engulfed his turgid 
cock, as she swung into a gut-wrenching rhythm, sucking and gulping so hard 
that his cock ached from the stretching suction. He couldn't believe that 
this was Bonnie, his Bonnie doing it to him, doing it to him without his 
having asked, doing it and enjoying it. 

"Suck it! Suck it, you hot little cunt!" he panted, screwing his hips around 
as his excitement grew. "Suck it until I cum!" 

Bonnie looked up at him, her mouth crammed full of his lewdly pulsing cock. 
In that instant, she knew that she loved him, loved him despite his faults, 
that she would do anything for him, anything. She sucked on his cock for all 
she was worth, bobbing her head, ramming the rigid length of meat deep in 
her tight throat. She licked it hotly with her whole pink tongue, swirling 
it around in the moist, ovenlike heat of her mouth, her lips stretched 
painfully tight about the thick, lust-hardened girth of his erection. 

Jim stared dumbfounded at his madly cocksuck-ing wife, still stunned by her 
sudden apparent hunger, watching slack-jawed as the glistening wetness of 
his long, gleaming cock slid easily in and out of her mouth, moistened with 
her bubbly saliva until it looked like polished marble, blue-veined with 
ribbons of pounding blood. Her lips were pulled out from her face as the 
distended pole of his cock withdrew. Pink ridges of soft feminine flesh that 
clung to the heavy, blood-engorged thickness of his penis only to be crammed 
back into her mouth as he pushed deeply between her lips, probing over into 
the tightness behind her tongue. 

As she sucked him, Bonnie began to fumble with her clothing, reaching back 
behind her back to unzip her dress, then shrugging out of it, letting it 
fall down around her waist. 

Jim groaned when he saw that she wasn't wearing a brassiere, when he saw the 
full rich curve of her breasts, her taut young nipples throbbing with the 
excitement of her cocksucking. Suddenly, just cocksucking wasn't enough for 
him. He wanted .. . no, he had to eat her pussy! He took hold of her hair 
and pulled her from the couch, pulled her down on the floor. 

She continued to nurse at his bulb, working it faster through her lips, her 
mouth making wet, sloppy sounds as it dove down over the stony shaft. 

"Christ! I've never seen you like this!" Jim moaned, leaning down, turning 
her body like she was a doll. He got down on his hands and knees over her, 
his face moving down the flat smooth plane of her belly, his hands moving 
ahead, pushing her rumpled dress down over her legs and off her ankles. His 
cock was still deeply buried in her throat, his heavy testicles nuzzling 
into the bridge of her nose. 

Then he moved his face lower, still, down over the slight rise of her pubic 
mound and the sparse wispy curls of her hairs. He nosed his way into the 
sweet-smelling vee and she squirmed excitedly as his tongue made that first, 
mind-blowing contact with the pouting moisture rimmed lips of her pussy. His 
tongue lashed into the fleshy soft warmth of her labial slit as she 
stretched out under him, her lips still hotly encircling the dangling pole 
of his cock, sucking and pulling at it, milking him for the thick, creamy 
heat of his ejaculation. 

She toyed with his bloated testicles, and sucked in a kind of mindless 
ecstasy. Then, the broad tip of his tongue delved between her fleshy folds 
and touched the button of her throbbing clitoris. She gurgled about the root 
of his massive cock, her legs jerking wide open, then lifting, closing 
around his head. She trapped his head between her silky thighs, pinning his 
open mouth to her sticky cunt. She 'shuddered and shook convulsively as his 
tongue hotly laved the full, open length of her vagina, spearing into the 
slippery tunnel again and again, widening it. 

"Uhhhhmmmmm!!" she whimpered around the choking hugeness of his dangling 
cock, her own head held tightly between his hairy legs as he knelt over her. 
Her pelvis, squirmed up at his tongue anxiously, her hips working feverishly 
as her husband licked and tongued frantically into her open pussy. 

She hummed arousedly around the gagging pole of his cock, not forgetting to 
lick it and swirl it with her soft pink tongue. She could feel his cock 
swelling incredibly inside the warm, sucking grip of her mouth and she 
sensed the throbbing pulse of his increasing passion. A few more delicious 
seconds, a few more hot, slurping sucks and she knew he would be groaning 
and writhing like a dying man . . . and his great pulsing cock would send 
the choking gobs of cum gushing down her throat in a torrent. 

"Mmmmm, suck it!" he gasped into her parted folds. "Suck it, Bonnie. I'm so 
close! So fucking close!!" 

Suddenly, he stiffened, his hips lunging, his cock jamming down into the 
core of her being. And then he was licking, sucking, biting her trembling 
pussy like a madman. 

"Uhhhh! Ohhhh!!!" he gasped, savaging her hot cunt as the steam heat of 
orgasm lifted him. 

She felt his on-rushing semen coming at her like a roaring freight train, 
but she reached around his thighs and gripped the sinewy flesh of his 
buttocks and pulled him down even harder .. . until her lips slipped down 
into his nest of coarsely tickling pubic hairs. 

"Man!" he howled, lifted his face from her wet slit, his thighs and ass 
quivering as the spurting gush of his boiling sperm raced along the length 
of his cock and erupted into her waiting mouth. His cum splattered against 
the back of her bruised throat and warmly trickled down her gullet, filling 
in her belly with its sloshing weight. 

His sperm was salty and rank but she swallowed it hungrily, licking the odd 
drops from his still-throbbing cockhead and gulping it down into her belly. 
Her fingers groped in between his shivering buttocks for the lust-bloated 
flesh of his scrotum, and her hands lovingly squeezed his balls, gently 
milking them until all of his hot, viscous sperm was in her throat. Only 
then did she allow him to sit back and pull his softening penis from her 
mouth. 

Jim Frees stared at the woman who was his wife. He hardly recognized her. 
She was lying on her back on the floor, her thighs spread wide apart, her 
nakedly splayed pussy open, visibly quivering with the excitement that still 
coursed through her body, her friction-reddened lips ringed by the white 
slimy residue of his ejaculation, long, stringy strands of it hanging from 
the point of her chin. Who was she?! What had happened to her?!! Jim thought 
about the dirty book, about the obviously used dildo, about the cock and 
bull story about an intruder. The more he thought, the madder he got. What 
was she trying to pull on him?! Some kind of crazy acting bit to get him to 
come back to her?! Was she putting it all on so he'd think she'd finally 
come around? 

Bonnie closed her eyes and licked her lips, sweeping away the sticky cum, 
swallowing it with pleasure. Her whole head was dizzied by the taste, the 
smell of his semen, but she loved it. She wallowed in it. She had been used 
by her husband, really used for the first time because she'd participated, 
because she'd done her best to give him pleasure. Now, more than ever 
before, she wanted to use him, to feel his steely cock ramming up her cunt, 
to feel his lust-hardened balls smashing into her buttocks. She was hotter 
than a firecracker! She was ready for it!! 

"Ummmm," she cooed, reaching up and teasing his balls with a fingertip. 

Jim's belly tightened. She was playing with his balls, bouncing them in her 
hot little palm. She was trying to get him up again! Jim groaned as he felt 
his penis beginning to stiffen again, to jerk and twitch and throb until it 
was rock hard and lewdly jutting from his loins. 

Bonnie encircled the rigid cock with her feverish fingers. "Ooooh, it's so 
big!" she moaned, shifting her hips lasciviously on the floor, making her 
wet little cunt bob and weave provocatively. 

Jim felt his upper lip curl back in an animal snarl. What she was doing, he 
was convinced, was trying to fool him, to fake a suddenly awakening interest 
in sex. A kind of dull rage came over him as he watched what he was sure was 
a phony performance. 

"God, I love it, Jim!" she breathed huskily, her fingers gliding up and down 
the turgid pole, wringing it out like a washcloth. "Jim, I want it! I want 
it now." 

Those words rolled so easily off her tongue that they startled even her. She 
did want him, she did need him. She pulled on his penis harder, more 
insistently, making the loose outer sheath of skin bunch up behind the 
widely flaring head in lots of tight little wrinkles. 

"You want to get fucked?" he said, the fury of his anger pounding in his 
temples, pounding in the obscenely bulging rod she held between her slim 
fingers. 

She nodded, getting up from the floor, kneeling between his spread legs, 
and, while still masturbating his cock, pressing her open mouth to his 
bloated scrotum, licking at the wrinkly, hairy bag and the sluggishly 
shifting orbs it contained. 

His cock jerked violently against her grip and he shivered as her hot, moist 
little tongue swept over his super-sensitive sack. She was licking his 
balls! In a flash, he made up his mind. He was going to show her, to teach 
her that he was no fool. He was going to fuck her, all right, but not the 
way she had in mind! 

He reached out and caught one of the sofa cushions with his fingers, tossing 
it onto the coffee table that stood about three feet from where he stood. 

"Stop that," he said. 

Bonnie pulled her mouth back from his testicles. Her blue eyes were horribly 
bloodshot, pubic hairs clung to her soft lips. "What?" she said. 

"Shut up and lay down across the table, on the pillow," he said. "Lay down 
on your belly." 

A quiver shot up the blonde's spine. He was going to fuck her! She was going 
to get her chance to show him how much she loved him, how much she needed 
that big, sweaty cock of his crammed up into her cunt! She crawled over to 
the table on hands and knees, extending her arms out over it, resting her 
tender breasts on the cushion, her naked asscheeks now high behind her, 
tipped up lewdly, ready to receive his lusty cock stabs. 

Jim looked down into her soft nether cleavage, down into the open, 
glistening maw of her pink lipped cunt. His cock snapped up against his 
chest, the head smacking against his shirt front, sending beads of cum 
splattering over his silk tie. Growling from low in his belly, he slipped in 
behind her, grabbing the soft fleshiness of her ass and working his way 
between her silky smooth thighs. His cock was hard and thick and it rode up 
between her asscheeks, sliding through the silky cleavage, red and ruddy 
from all the hot cocksucking. 

"Oh, darling!" Bonnie wailed, clutching at the cushion, shifting her round, 
firm bottom anxiously as she felt the smooth underside of his hot cock rub 
up over her defenseless anus. 

Her obscene wriggling against his lurid erection only made him madder. He 
hunched viciously against her bottom, making his cock slide up and down 
through the cleft of her ass. 

"Ooooh, Jim! Jim, honey, put it in me!" she cried, shivering with excitement 
as she felt his massive, sperm-heavy balls grinding into the wet, steamy 
meat of her pussy. 

He didn't answer, but put his hands to her buttocks, pushing them up, 
tipping her ass up even higher. Then he aimed his huge cock in the general 
direction of her slit and lunged. 

"Owww!" Bonnie bleated, writhing in pain, not pleasure, as he missed his 
target and jammed into the inside of her leg. 

He guided himself more carefully the second time, lunging even harder. His 
cock slammed into the wetly parted slit of her pussy, but it would not go 
in. 

"OWWW!!" the blonde wailed. "Wet it! Oh, please, wet it first!" 

Jim grunted and dragged the bulbous, blood-engorged head of his cock through 
the moistness of her pussy, dampening the turgid pole, lubricating it so 
that his long hard strokes would bore deeply into her belly. Actually, he 
had been trying to hurt her, he intended to hurt her more for her deceit. As 
he looked down at her jiggling buttocks, her ivory smooth nether cheeks 
sprinkled with tiny golden hairs, he couldn't help but chuckle. He was going 
to show her, all right. 

"Push up," he said. "Spread your legs wider." Bonnie whimpered at the strain 
it was putting on her pelvis but she did as he asked. 

He squeezed the tender softness of her asscheeks in his strong fingers until 
the flesh rose up in pink welts and Bonnie winced from the pain. He released 
his tight grip on her ass with one hand and took the tumescent thickness of 
his naked erection and squirmed it again through the moist heat of her cunt, 
getting it as sticky wet as he could. 

"Uhhhhhh," she cooed rapturously as she felt him putting his thumbs to the 
fleshy lips of her cunt, as she felt him spreading her pussy wide open to 
receive his steely cockhead. 

Once he had her opened up, Jim didn't mess around. He fitted his bulb to the 
slit and lunged as hard as he could. 

Bonnie let out a shrill scream as the immense log of a cock surged up into 
her belly. It felt like he was turning her outside in! 

Jim gurgled with pleasure as he felt her squirm agonizingly beneath him .. . 
and he lunged again, burying his huge erection in her tight pussy, burying 
it to the hairs. 

"Oh, baby! Baby!" she babbled incoherently, her cunt so full of hard, hot 
cock that it felt like it was going to split that seemed to build, like a 
watch spring being wound tight until would wind no more. The pressure and 
the tension were there because he knew what he was about to do to her was 
despicable, bestial, sadistic . . . and because he knew that nothing short 
of instant death would keep him from it! 

He chuckled again, more to relieve the tension in his chest than anything 
else, and as the shaft of his cock reappeared between her fleshy cuntal 
lips, he took hold of it and jerked it free. 

"Ohh!" Bonnie wailed, as she felt him pop out. She flapped her hands in the 
air and whined, indicating that she wanted very much for him to put it back 
inside her. 

With his cock gripped in one clenched fist like a huge, ruddy spear, Jim 
worked it up between the smooth cheeky mounds of her bottom until the 
bulbous, blood-heated head of his cock nudged salaciously against the 
tight-puckered lips of her little pink rectum. 

Bonnie jerked as if he'd touched her with an electric cattle prod. "God!" 
she gasped, twisting her head around, her eyes full of horror. "God, Jim, 
no! NO!" 

But he only laughed at her and tightened his grip on her squirming buttocks 
and pushed hard with the moistly lubricated knob of his cock. Bonnie was 
nakedly splayed, completely defenseless, and his cock was steel-hard and 
slippery wet from her viscous cuntal juices. There was no stopping him. 

"Nooooooo!!" she bawled, shaking her head wildly. 

He felt the vainly resisting muscles of her anus collapse defeatedly, and 
grabbing her again with both hands, he yanked her by the hips backwards onto 
his impaling thickness. His vigorous exertions lifted her knees from the 
floor and she shook violently as his cockhead entered her tiny rectum. 

"Owwwww!! Uhhhhh! Nooooo! It's hurting me! It's too big! I can't take it 
there! Take it out! God, Jim, please take it out!" 

His fingers tightened in the smoothness of her buttocks and he squeezed her 
asscheeks mercilessly, holding her with both hands as he pulled her 
viciously onto his stiffened erection, impaling her another inch or so on 
his lust-hardened cock. 

Bonnie's scream died still-born in her throat as the deeply skewering penis 
speared into her bowels, savagely ripping open her soft anal sphincter, 
plowing into her smooth, rubbery tightness so hard that the sharp, blinding 
pain stole her breath away. It felt like he was going to split her in two.' 
"Nooooo! Arrrrrgghhhh!" she gurgled, clawing at the table top, shaking her 
head wildly from side to side as the huge cock bored even deeper. 

Jim grimaced with exquisite pain as he held her securely pinned to the 
cushion, his rigid penis deep inside her rectum as he began to rock her 
whole body back and forth, watching slack jawed as his blood-engorged 
erection slid hotly in and out of her tightly clasping anus. Her pink 
hairless anal lips clung moistly to the gleaming hardness of his cock, as if 
reluctant to let his naked stiffness slip from its grip. He grinned down at 
her ravaged bottom hole, chills racing up his spine as he watched his 
passion-heated erection slip back between her roundly jutting asscheeks, 
back into the obscenely gaping, lewdly stretched ring of her anus. She was 
getting looser, he could tell. She was warming up to the idea of an ass 
fuck, he thought, excitedly. Just like a million other women, once she was 
past the first cruel stabbing pain, .. . she loved it! 

Or so he thought. 

Bonnie groaned and shuddered as the last two inches of his cock bored deeply 
into her unresisting sphincter. They were the hardest to take because they 
were the biggest around. And as her anus was torn, raped, the massive bulb, 
the straining, throbbing shaft speared up into her bowels like a red hot 
poker. The pain was godawful. But even worse than that for her was the 
shame, the humiliation of being anally penetrated. Never before in their 
marriage had Jim actually done what he was doing to her now. He'd tried 
several times, but she'd always either discouraged him or fought him off. 
This time he had taken her totally by surprise, both with his initial 
assault on her backside and with his absolute single-mindedness on purpose. 
Under the waves of hurt, the racking pain, Bonnie was madder than she had 
ever been. She wished to God, as Jim coarsely sodomized her, that she still 
had the gun in her hand. She knew that she wouldn't hesitate to pull the 
trigger, to blow the ruthless, grunting animal on her back to hell. 

She could feel him getting more and more excited as he fucked her harder, 
widely stretching her poor rectum, whipping his cock back and forth through 
it so fast that it burned with the savage heat of the friction. She realized 
that soon he could be having his orgasm, getting his pleasure from her 
agony. She would not allow him that. No way! 

Choking from her hurt the movement caused her, she began to move under him, 
her whole slender young nakedness squirming and bucking, her trim hips 
beginning a slow, sensuous dance of unharnessed lust and sexuality. She bit 
back the pain as his huge cock slammed home again and again, concentrating 
on getting her hand down between her legs. 

Jim thought he had really won her over. His prim little wife was going wild 
with his big cock crammed up her ass. Her naked buttcheeks clenched and 
unclenched in a salacious fervor, huge fleshy lips that nibbled ravenously 
at the thickness of his friction-reddened penis. He groaned at the exquisite 
tightness of his young wife's asshole and fucked her harder still, his balls 
glowing with pleasure, his mind full of sweet satisfaction as he thought of 
the penance she was paying for her duplicity. 

He didn't need to hold her with his hands anymore. She was frantically 
working back against him with her obscenely grinding ass as if only by 
having every single inch of his hard cock rammed up her ass could she keep 
from going crazy. 

Bonnie moaned hoarsely and her whole body shook as she stretched over the 
coffee table, her naked breasts crushed beneath her, the nipples hard, 
digging into the fabric of the cushion. Now was the time, she knew. Now, 
when he least expected it. She pushed her hand up, up over the open, wetly 
steaming lips of her flowered pussy, her fingers encircling the greasy, 
pistoning shaft that was plundering her ass. 

Jim gasped anxiously as he felt her fingertips teasing down over his 
testicles which were stony hard, pulled uptight to his loins, ready to send 
his hot cum pumping into her behind. 

"Oooooh, baby!" he cooed, swiveling his hips as she massaged his nuts, 
rubbing her warm, smooth palm against them. Jim was on the very brink of 
cumming and her tender strokes were pushing him closer and closer to 
oblivion. Waves of delicious sensation were billowing up the length of his 
turgid pole as he deeply plowed it into the rubbery confines of her no 
longer virginal ass. 

Bonnie gritted her teeth against the violent impacts of his hard loins into 
her upturned buttocks, impacts that swept her nether cheeks wide apart, that 
sent the gruesomely thick root of his cock slamming into her tortured anus. 
She let go of his hard testicles, dropping her hand about six inches from 
them. Then, just as her husband was starting his next tip to root lunge, she 
brought her palm back against his balls, smashing the heel of her hand 
against them as hard as she could. 

He put his hands to her asscheeks and shoved, ripping his madly flexing cock 
from her rectum, slumping back on the floor on his bottom. He clutched his 
brutalized testicles in both hands, moaning, keening like a new widow. 

Bonnie jumped to her feet, her face full of righteous anger, of utter 
satisfaction for the pain she had given him. 

"How do you like it, you bastard?!" she shouted at mouth as she was dragged 
backwards into her own house, away from any hope of rescue, of help. The 
fingers tightened down so hard on her jaws that she whimpered from the pain. 
And then she was inside and the young man was hurriedly locking the door 
behind them. 

him. "Does it feel good?!" 

Jim could not answer, he could not even get his breath. The agony ripping at 
his innards was staggering. His face was deathly pale, twisted by the pain 
that was savagely gouging him. 

"It serves you right, you animal!" she ranted, standing over him with her 
hands on her hips, her chest heaving, her firm breasts rising and falling. 
"See if you ever try anything like that with me again!" 

"Fucking cunt!" Jim spat out between his clenched teeth. "Dirty, fucking 
cunt!" 

As her husband lurched to his feet, Bonnie stepped back. She was suddenly 
afraid that she'd gone too far, that he would be so angry with her that he'd 
really hurt her, maybe even kill her. 

Jim straightened up slowly, as if every single movement cost him dearly. His 
cock was no longer thick like a pipe. It was limp and soft and rubbery. He 
saw the way his wife jumped back when he looked at her, like a frightened 
little rabbit. For a second, he wanted to pounce on her, to pound her pretty 
face into mush, to rip her lovely soft hair out by the handful, but the pain 
would not let him. 

Bonnie blinked at Jim, the fine edge of her satisfaction dulling as she saw 
how he moved, stiffly, like a very old man. She feared that she had really 
damaged him. She could remember the way his testicles squished under her 
hand. She shuddered to think that she had ruined his masculinity, that she 
had killed what she had only just begun to appreciate. Suddenly, she wanted 
to comfort him, to make things right between them again. As far as she was 
concerned, they were even. "Jim, are you all right?" she said, raising her 
hand to him. 

He glowered at her through pain-slitted eyes. When she touched his arm, he 
jerked back. 

"Jim, I didn't mean to hurt you so bad," she said, her big blue eyes 
beginning to brim with tears. "I just wanted you to stop." 

"You got what you wanted," he whispered, every word dripping with hate. 

"Please, let me help." 

He staggered back. "No, baby, you've helped enough," he said, pushing his 
cock back into his pants and zipping himself up. He made a feeble at-tempt 
to straighten his shirt and tie. 

"No, Jim, please," she said, the tears streaming down her face. 

"Go to hell," he said, grabbing up his overcoat and turning his back on her, 
walking slowly, stiffly towards the door. 

"Jim! Jim, where are you going?!!" she bawled, following after him like a 
squirmy dog. 

"To see my goddam girlfriend!" he shouted. 

Bonnie froze. What had been a poorly kept secret was now out in the open. 
He'd used it as a bludgeon to hurt her and he had succeeded. 

"I may or may not be back to get my things," he told her as he shuffled out 
the front door. 

The young blonde stood there staring at the open door, her whole body 
trembling with the realization that she had probably just destroyed her 
marriage. The sound of the Mercedes roaring to life snapped her out of her 
self-pity. She had to stop him! To make him come back to her! She pulled her 
dress up over her nakedness and ran out onto the porch. Jim was just backing 
out onto the street. 

"No! Jim, please! Please wait!!" she cried, waving frantically at him. 

The Mercedes roared off down the street as if it'd been shot from a gun. 

Bonnie watched the tail-lights get smaller and smaller, watched until they 
were gone around a distant corner. A kind of coldness settled over her 
heart. She had managed to wreck everything that she valued, everything that 
she had tried to hold together. Suddenly, the humiliation and pain of 
submitting to sodomy, to anal rape, the shame of allowing her husband to 
orgasm up her ass seemed a very small thing, indeed. She was filled with a 
sense of total self-loathing. It had been her primness, her prudishness that 
had cost her a husband. 

Slowly, she turned back towards the door. As she did so, a rustling in the 
bushes at the side of the porch caught her attention. Still dazed by the 
recent events, not thinking clearly, not realizing how she was dressed, she 
said, "Who's that? Who's that there?" 

To her horror, two men jumped from the bushes and leaped up on the porch 
beside her. 

"Oh, my God!" she gasped as they grabbed her by the arms. Before she could 
scream, a warm, rough hand was clamped over her mouth. 

"Man, oh, man!" breathed the dark-skinned man on her left as he ogled her 
partially clad curves.' "What did I tell you, Julio?" the other man said. 
"She is some fine piece of ass." 

Bonnie recognized the second man's voice. She jerked her head to the side 
and looked into the face of the gardener she'd fought off earlier. 

The young man grinned at her viciously, showing her all of his white even 
teeth. Then he raised his hand to her. It was wrapped in grimy bandages. 

"You really fucked up my hand, lady," he said. "You hurt me bad. Now, I'm 
going to hurt you back." 

"Jesus!" the other man moaned into her neck. "Let's get her inside, quick. 
I'm getting a boner already." 

Bonnie's eyes widened in shock and horror. 

The young man laughed at her expression. "You guessed it, lady," he said. 
"Julio and me are going to have a little party with you. We're going to fuck 
you every which way but loose." 

"Come on, man!!" Julio said, impatiently. "I want to get my cock wet!" 

 Chapter Four 

As Bonnie saw her own front door being barred against her, she began to 
struggle violently, trying to wriggle free of the man called Julio. She 
lashed out with her bare feet, trying to kick him in the shins. With a 
sudden movement that took her completely by surprise, the swarthy man let go 
of her mouth and grapped her arm. He twisted it cruelly up behind her back 
so she was forced t o fall back against his chest and loins. "Please! Please 
don't do this!!" she wailed. The pain of the armlock racking her whole 
shoulder. 

Julio twisted her arm up higher and reached over her shoulder with his other 
hand, slipping his thick dirty fingers down into the front of her dress, 
down into the soft white valley between her brassiereless breasts. 

"Oh! Oh, God!" she groaned, her eyes full of tears, her cheeks burning with 
shame and anger as she felt his rough fingers lewdly rubbing at her nipples, 
squeezing at her soft, curvaceous breasts like they were lumps of bread 
dough. 

"Big tits," the man wheezed appreciatively, rolling her tautening nipple 
stubs between the pads of his thumb and forefinger. "I like 'em with big 
tits, Pepe." 

The young man laughed at that. "You like 'em anyway you can get 'em," he 
said, adding, "so long as they're white." 

Julio pinched Bonnie's nipples so hard that she screamed. Pepe stepped 
forward, his right hand raised menacingly over his head. The intent was 
clear: shut up or get the hell slapped out of you. Bonnie shut up, 
whimpering softly between her pain-parted lips. 

Then Julio took his hand out of her bodice and started pulling the front of 
her dress down, exposing her lush, firm young breasts. 

Pepe's breath hissed between his clenched teeth as she saw her ripe mounds 
with their rose pink nipple buds all hard and pointy. He jumped forward and 
leaned down, grabbing hold of the hem of her dress and jerking it up over 
her long, slender legs, the ivory columns of her thighs, up over the sweetly 
curving hummock of her pussy. He pinned the rumpled folds of material to her 
stomach, then, panting hard, leering down at the nakedly exposed triangle of 
pale brown pubic hair beneath her trembling silky belly. 

"She ain't wearing any panties, Julio," Pepe said. "She was expecting us, 
what did I tell you?" 

The older man chuckled coarsely and slipped his calloused hand over her 
right breast, digging his fingers greedily into the resilient globe of 
sumptuous flesh. 

Pepe reached out almost casually and put his rough fingers between her 
shaking legs, experimentally stroking the softly curling hairs. Bonnie shut 
her eyes tight. She could not bear the thought of his watching her like 
that, watching her face as he groped her. Her cheeks turned crimson at the 
indignity of being held there helpless while this swarthy animal pawed her 
obscenely exposed pussy. She moaned softly in shame and humiliation as she 
felt the tip of Pepe's middle finger part the tender fleshy folds 
surrounding her vagina and push itself into the moist warm depths of her 
pussy. She felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain 
would burst from the pressure as he chuckled right into her face, his wine 
and garlic breath rushing into her flared nostrils. 

"She's wet already," Pepe said, screwing his finger around in her slippery 
cunt, the cunt that her husband had only just penetrated. "I think she likes 
us." 

"Come on, man!" Julio moaned, his fingers plucking madly at her nipples, the 
rough tugging caresses pulling them far from the peaks of the snow-white 
mounds, turning them a bright, fiery red. "Let's fuck her." 

Bonnie gasped as she felt herself being pulled down. 

"No!" Pepe said to the older man. "Not here. I don't see why we shouldn't be 
comfortable. Let's take her upstairs. We can fuck her in her own goddam 
bed." 

The young blonde whimpered as her arm was screwed up even tighter behind her 
back, as the deeply probing finger was ripped from her pussy, as she was 
dragged and pushed up the stairs. Her pretty face was set in an expression 
of total determination. She couldn't stop the thing they were going to do to 
her, but she could hold back and resist them mentally. "In here!" Pepe said, 
pulling the blonde and his companion into Bonnie and Jim's bedroom. 

Julio pushed her over to the edge of the queen sized bed and by levering 
upwards on her arm, forced her to bend over forward onto the mattress. 

She moaned softly as Pepe rudely ripped her dress down, pulling it off her 
ankles. She moaned again, louder, when Julio thrust his body against her, 
when she could feel the lewd hardness, the heat of his blood-thickened 
erection pressing against her naked buttocks. "You're not going to give us 
any trouble, are you, lady?" Pepe said, bending down and speaking into her 
face. 

Bonnie glared at him, shuddering as Julio ground his loins against her 
defenseless backside, lewdly prodding between her asscheeks with his 
lust-hardened cock. 

When she didn't answer, Pepe got furious. More than mere sexual 
satisfaction, he wanted to see this stuck up rich woman bent to his power, 
meekly submitting to his macho. 

"Give me her arm," the young man said, pushing his compadre aside. 

Bonnie whined as the men changed places behind her, as Pepe grabbed her 
wrist and bent her arm up. 

"Get in front," Pepe said. "Take hold of her arms. Hold her tight. I'm going 
to teach her something that she'll never forget." 

The young blonde groaned as Julio jerked her arms forward, as she was drawn 
down flat on her belly on the bed, her long legs splayed over the edge, and 
she stiffened as she heard an unmistakable sound . . . the sound of a belt 
being slipped through its loops. 

"NOOOO!!!" she squealed. 

Julio pinned both her hands together over her head and then grabbed a 
handful of her hair. He jammed her face down into the bedspread, effectively 
shutting off her cries for help. 

Pepe wound the buckle end of his belt around his knuckles and swung it over 
Bonnie bare back. She could feel the hiss of it, the rush of air gusting 
over her indecently exposed buttcheeks. 

Then Pepe started hitting her. The first impact was so startling, so vicious 
that it astounded her. Then the awesome, stinging pain lanced into her 
upturned buttocks and she cringed down into the bed, her whole body quaking 
from the horrible pain. 

Bonnie tried to scream as the hard hot leather hit her again and again, 
making the resilient flesh of her buttocks jiggle and jounce, but her face 
was being mashed into the bed, her mouth muffled by the spread. 

The young man laughed as he lashed the belt down across her trembling young 
buttcheeks, as he watched her smooth, supple body jerk and twitch under the 
torrent of hard cracking pain. 

Bonnie soon lost all track of time. There was only the harsh impact, the 
stabbing hurt. After what seemed like a million years had passed, Pepe 
stopped hitting her and ordered the other man to let her face up. 

Julio pulled on her hair, jerking her tear-stained face from the bed. 

"I want to hear you ask us, lady," Pepe said, his voice rich and thick with 
aroused passion. "I want to hear you beg us to fuck you." 

Bonnie locked her teeth together and shook her head as much as Julio's cruel 
handhold would allow. She told herself that she'd rather die than give these 
animals satisfaction. 

When she did not respond, Julio rammed her face back down into the bed and 
Pepe resumed the belt-lashing. He cracked the hot leather down across her 
quivering, red-welted flesh even harder, determined to break the will of 
this proud, fine bodied woman. 

The pain grew so intense, surging up her back and down her thighs, that 
Bonnie could not bear it. She was sure that he was going to beat her to 
death! That he was going to mutilate her! Her will caved in. 

She twisted her face to the side, twisted it against the hold Julio had on 
her hair. "Ohhhhh! Stop!! Please!! Anything!!! But stop!!!" 

Pepe paused, gasping for air. "Beg, you whore!" he growled, tightening his 
grip on the belt. 

Bonnie knew that the longer she paused, the greater was her risk of more 
punishment. She couldn't stand it, not any more of it. The obscene pleadings 
broke from her tortured lips in a torrent. "Anything! Fuck me! Fuck me!! 
Anything, but don't hit me anymore!! Please!! God, please!!" 

The young man's lewd smile widened. The young woman's pathetic mumbling 
surrender was music to his ears . . . and music to his cock. His virile male 
hardness jutted out against his pants leg. The sadistic beating had given 
him a massive, aching erection. 

"You can let go of her, Julio," Pepe said, stepping back from her. 

Bonnie shuddered with the knowledge that he was right. There was no longer 
any reason to hold her down. Her will was broken. She lay there, belly down 
on the bed, completely limp. She was theirs for the taking, any way they 
wanted to take her. She knew it; they knew it. 

"Screw her, Pepe! Screw her!!" the older man cried, stretching out the 
obscenity into a lustful moan. 

"You damn straight!" Pepe said, fumbling with his zipper. He reached into 
his distended fly and pulled out his hugely throbbing cock. It jutted out of 
his open fly like a lewd tree limb. "Turn her around," he said, thickly. "I 
want her to see what she's getting." 

Julio pushed and pulled the unprotesting woman around on the bed until she 
came face to face with the bulbous head of Pepe's blood engorged cock. 

"Like it, huh?" he said, sliding his fingers up and down the steely 
hardness. 

Bonnie neither moved nor answered. Her eyes were wide open in horror and 
disgust at the sight of the long, thick cock he held rigidly over her head 
like some obscene sword. It was truly monstrous. The bulging shaft was 
webbed all along the underside by heavy, throbbing blue veins. The shaft 
itself was a light mocha color and the head was a purplish hue, already 
leaking thick white seminal fluid from the obscene slit in its shining face. 
Her eyes slowly moved up, past the menacing penis with its hair-fringed, 
sperm swollen balls, past the lean, muscular torso, to the young man's face. 
The look in his glittering eyes was hard as steel. She knew that there would 
be no mercy from him. 

"Nice, huh?" he repeated, squeezing the shaft hard, making the thick white 
cream billow from his knob. It drooled in a long, yo-yoing gob from the tip 
of his cock, swaying, then flopping down to the floor. 

As she saw that bloated bulb swell up, the thick, spongy rim puffing out 
with blood, she knew that there really was no escape, that her only refuge 
from the humiliation and depravity they were going to subject her to was in 
her mind. She tried desperately to gather her scattered strength, her 
shattered will. 

"You're gonna get it all," he hissed at her. "Every motherfucking inch of 
it. Turn her back around and hold her!" 

Bonnie had no strength to fight Julio's cruel hands. He turned her back 
around so that her legs dangled limply over the edge of the bed and hold her 
arms pinned down in front of her. She could hear Pepe stripping out of the 
rest of his clothes and then a heavy weight came down on her, crushing the 
breath from her lungs. 

Pepe dropped across the full length of her inflamed back, his face pressed 
into the soft, sweetly scented nape of her neck. Ruthlessly, savagely, he 
began grinding his knees between her thighs, wedging them apart, slipping 
between them. 

The young woman could only moan as she felt the super-heated rigidity of his 
erect penis making warm, wet contact with the smooth flesh of her inner 
thighs. There was no way to fight as the aroused young man eased himself 
forward, sliding the full lust-swollen length of his throbbing cock right up 
between the narrow crevice of her buttocks. As the awful reality of what was 
about to happen to her finally sank in, Bonnie began to struggle wildly 
against the grip of Julio's hands, thrashing her buttocks, kicking her legs. 
Her frantic movements only aroused the panting man more. "Up!" he snarled. 
"Up on your knees!" When she tried to stiffen her body and press herself 
tighter to the bed, both men grabbed her and brutally hauled her up into 
that degrading position. Her naked buttocks were waving lewdly high in the 
air and her full, tender breasts were mashed down into the bed. Bitter tears 
of frustration and hatred rolled down her cheeks, wetting the chenille 
coverlet as she realized that her poor pussy was tipped up, ready to receive 
the full, tube-rending stab of Pepe's rigid cock. She knew that there was 
nothing left for her but the final humiliating degradation of being forced 
to submit to their salacious desires. Here, in her own home, she was a 
prisoner! A slave to the demented whims of these animals! 

Kneeling behind her, Pepe gazed down at the sleek, seductive body that he 
had conquered. As he stared at the full white moons of her asscheeks, his 
for the taking, his eyes flashed and his nostrils flared in seething 
arousal. His cock was harder than it had ever been, so bloated with blood 
that it felt like it was about to split its outer skin, like an overcooked 
wiener. His semen-swollen balls tingled and ached and clamored for him to 
lunge forward into the teasing pink slit. But Pepe would not give in to the 
urge to slide his wetly gleaming cock deep between those quivering buttocks, 
deep into the warm, slippery passage of her cunt. He wanted more than her 
meek submission to his obscene cravings. He wanted her to squirm under him, 
to squirm with longing, with unabashed desire, lusting for the savage 
thrusts of his pulsing cock as much as he lusted for the wetly clasping 
caress of her trembling pussy. The thought of her, this rich, beautiful 
lady, going wild under him, totally losing control of herself, forgetting 
who she was, who he was, forgetting everything but the ravening hunger in 
her cock-filled cunt... the hunger to be fucked to climax! 

To that end, Pepe pulled back from her, but kept his knees firmly wedged 
between her thighs so she could not close them. He leaned forward and 
planted a warm, wet kiss on the small of Bonnie's back, in the little vee of 
smooth flesh that tapered down into her ass crack. 

Bonnie jerked at the hot, moist contact of his lips. She moaned plaintively 
as he slowly swirled his tongue over that tiny silky triangle, teasing the 
tip of it down into the top of her tight nether cleavage. This was not what 
she'd expected. She'd expected to be brutally spitted on his cock, for there 
to be no foreplay, nothing, just raw animal fucking, until the young man 
spurted his sloshing liquid cum deep in her belly. Bonnie was devastated. 

Pepe slipped his hands to her smooth buttcheeks, fitting the balls of his 
thumbs to the insides of the firm buns and gently prying them outwards, 
opening up her entire fork to his view. She immediately attempted to close 
her cheeks, to tense her muscles and force her buttocks to close, but the 
unyielding outward pressure was too much for her. Gradually, her muscles 
tired and she groaned as she felt her ass go to putty in his strong, hard 
hands, parting widely. 

Pepe's face was on a level with the thin pink folds of her sensitive pussy, 
and as he watched with lust-reddened eyes, he could see the soft, 
hair-fringed lips parting slowly under the steady pressure of his thumbs. He 
could see a slight moisture forming, glistening on the ragged edges of her 
petals, clinging like dew drops to the softly curling light brown pubic 
hairs. He pushed her buttocks further apart, making her crotch flatten out, 
making her labia smooch further apart. 

There was a horrible tension in Bonnie's belly. A tension that grew with 
every second that passed. She didn't want it like this! She didn't want 
tenderness! She didn't want something that she might have to respond to!! 

He moved his flushed face forward until his nose was only a few inches from 
the silky hairs that rimmed the wet, open lips of her vagina. He breathed in 
the fine, foxy fumes of her pussy, gulping down the buckets of saliva that 
gushed into his mouth. His thumbs now trembling with desire, he pushed 
outward further, making her pouting slit flower wide open until he could see 
the pink, creamy lining, the glistening round hole that was the mouth of her 
pussy. 

Bonnie grunted with shock as she felt his warm breath gusting over her 
obscenely parted pussy. Her face burned with shame and revulsion as she 
realized that there was no way she could stop him from doing it to her. In a 
way, the feather-light caresses he was using now were much more alarming to 
her than the cruel lashes of his belt. They told her something about herself 
that she did not want to know, something much more horrible than that she 
could not hold out against the agony of a merciless beating. They told her, 
as they traced magical moist circles along the length of her upturned 
buttocks, as they stroked deeply between her parted buns, that her body was 
not entirely her own, that it could respond automatically to a touch of the 
proper kind ... no matter who was touching her! 

There was a pressure from behind and Bonnie felt a cool rush of air race 
between her thumb-parted asscheeks. She tried her best to close the lewd 
gap, to regain her dignity, but she could not defeat the pressure, the 
gentle, caressing pressure. Unable to combat the splaying of her bottom, to 
fight down the feelings of warmth and peace that were horribly at odds with 
what she felt was her proper mental attitude, the young blonde let herself 
totally relax. She felt her pussy gape open wider and wider and it felt wet, 
absolutely dripping with juice. 

She could bring herself to resist no longer. In her defeat, she slumped her 
face down into the bed and let her arms go limp in Julio's hands. What was 
the use? she asked herself. What was the use? 

Pepe, kneeing behind her, his thumbs holding wide open the glistening 
crevice of her wet pussy, chuckled to himself. He could sense the utter 
confusion of the woman beneath him. He had her just where he wanted her. As 
he began to rub her swollen vaginal lips under the balls of his thumbs, 
prying them so wide apart that he could've rammed his whole fist up her 
cunt, he was delighted to see her firm white buttocks begin to respond, to 
slowly rotate in front of his leering face. 

The invitation that her sensuous squirming ass was making to him was one 
that he had no intention of passing up. He raised his head and pressed his 
face forward, thrusting his open mouth hard against the sticky wetness of 
her vaginal slit. 

"Ummmmphhh!" Bonnie gasped at the lewd contact, trying to squirm away from 
the hot mouth. 

Pepe tightened his grip on her hips so she couldn't slip away and then, with 
one spearing thrust, he jammed his tongue into between the parted labia, up 
into the warm, fleshy folds of her cunt. 

"Yeeee-hah!" Julio cried excitedly as he saw his young friends's face mashed 
into the sweet white behind, his lips and cheeks working frantically, 
puffing in and out as he jabbed his tongue into the slippery hot crevice. 

Bonnie stiffened at the sudden entry into her wet cunt. For a horrible 
instant, she did not know what to do. She tried to move forward to escape 
the luridly swirling penetration, but Pepe just followed her, keeping his 
sucking mouth mashed tight to her upturned pussy. Then she felt her pussy 
start to contract, opening and closing around the pebbly surfaced length of 
his hot tongue. She knew that if she could just get away she wouldn't feel 
the horrible terror, the anxiety over what he was making her body feel. But 
she could not escape and he was making her feel things she did not want to 
feel, not with him, not from his unwanted tongue stabs. Her breathing turned 
into a series of hard, panting grunts as she tried to hold back the waves of 
delight that his hard sweeping tongue was giving her. 

Realizing that he was on the brink of victory, Pepe went wild. He pushed his 
mouth even harder against her widely-splayed loins, working his lips over 
the whole of her flowered pussy, sucking, licking, biting at it in a mad 
cunt-eating frenzy. 

Bonnie could not hold out. She felt as if she were at the top of a long, 
long metal slide, a slide so long that she couldn't see the bottom, and she 
was starting to slip down it, starting to pick up speed, to plummet into the 
darkness. She was no longer just kneeling there passively. She was suddenly 
screwing her buttocks back hard against his obscenely buried face, gyrating 
them uncontrollably as he flicked his deeply embedded tongue around inside 
her, teasing it over the oily marble of her clitoris, fucking it so deep 
into her belly that she thought she could feel it in her mouth. 

"Jesus!" Julio groaned as he watched the unbelievable transformation. In a 
matter of seconds, he had seen a prim young Anglo housewife turned into a 
hot and juicy slut, a total slave to the lewdly snorting face buried in her 
cunt from behind. And the sight did something to him. The whole front of his 
pants was pushed out of shape by a monstrous erection. Directly over the 
immense bulb of his cock, the material was stained by a dark moisture. It 
was the pre-cum, the seminal fluid oozing up the length of his hard-pulsing 
cock. Without thinking, he let go of Bonnie's arms and began to stroke her 
smooth young body, running his calloused fingers over her shoulders, her 
sides, sweeping them over the silky, resilient mounds of her breasts that 
were flattened, pushed out on the sides under her armpits. 

Pepe was eating up a storm. His head was bobbing madly, tongue plunging in 
and out, in and out. The combination of his hot slobber and her hot juice 
made that delicious channel a veritable quagmire of squishiness. As he 
gobbled her pussy, it gave out with a nasty, wet sluicing sound like a boot 
being pulled from thick mud. That sound was coupled with the low guttural 
mewl that was escaping from between her lust parted lips. 

Wheezing from his own excitement, the young man withdrew his lashing tongue 
from her seething pussy depths and concentrated on the erect little bud of 
her clitoris. He flicked it back and forth with his tongue tip and was 
rewarded by an extra wild ass swivel from her. He pushed his face even 
further into the wetly quivering slit and sucked and teased the tiny nub 
with his lips and teeth, savaging it, inciting her to churn her buttocks in 
mad circles, like a cat in heat. 

There was no question of control for Bonnie any longer. She was a goner, 
totally at the mercy of the delicious, obscene sucking at her most private 
place. She started throwing her parted buttocks back against his face, 
cramming his tongue deep in her cunt, making the tip of his nose rub over 
her wildly flexing anus. 

Pepe growled with pleasure as he felt the sudden quickening of her 
responses. He could feel the muscles of her buttocks contracting, tensing 
around the outside of his madly pistoning tongue, his bobbing cheeks as he 
licked and sucked at her with a kind of ravening hunger that could not be 
satisfied. 

Her pussy was blooming under his mouth, flowering open wider and wider, its 
viscous wetness building with each and every jab of his tongue into her 
softly quivering channel. The slick moisture of her vagina oozed down Pepe's 
cheeks as they pressed tightly to the softness of her buttocks, bathing his 
face in her pungent fragrance, her warm lubricant. 

The young man could tell that the woman wildly thrashing under him was about 
to cum. Every frantic twist and turn of her hips, every squirming maneuver 
that made the hollow tube of her cunt slither around his flicking tongue, 
told him that it was time for him to ram the blunt, semen-smeared head of 
his cock into her warm belly, into her trembling cunt. He wanted to feel her 
pussy clutching at his manhood, pulling, teasing the bubbling, molten joy 
from his testicles. He wanted to have her climax bring on his, to watch her 
sob and shudder with fever of her orgasm as he flooded her cunt with his 
raging sperm. His blood-bloated cock ached terribly from the prolonged 
erection, from the swelling in his balls. 

Wheezing from his own awesome arousal, Pepe pulled back. Julio let out a low 
moan when he saw the shining juice that covered his friend's flushed face. 
Then Pepe climbed up on the bed, slotting his knees inside her legs, keeping 
her buttocks wide apart. 

"Fuck her! Fuck her good!" Julio panted. 

Pepe did not acknowledge his comrade's existence. His coal black eyes were 
glazed, bloodshot, his right hand was clutching, masturbating his meaty, 
throbbing erection. He moved closer, holding the lewdly pulsing shaft of his 
cock between his sweat-sticky fingers, aiming the broad, flaring head at her 
wetly gleaming pink gash. He stared, unblinking, at the dainty, ragged pussy 
lips, at the way they seemed to pucker in and out, reflexively, beckoning to 
the massive knob of his cock, begging to be ripped asunder. His body was 
racked with a high fever as he thought of what he was about to do to this 
fine looking woman, as he thought of the sweet pleasure he was about to 
steal from her quivering loins. 

Only an inch separated the glistening, flowered mouth of her cunt and the 
dripping tip of his shining cockhead. Pepe levered her asscheeks even 
further apart, wanting not only to feel his cock plowing into her wet 
furrow, but to see it! His penis throbbed and bucked with raw animal lust 
when he saw the tiny wrinkled ring of her anus peeping out at him from 
between her buttcheeks. It was so defenseless, so vulnerable that for an 
instant he almost rammed his cock into that instead .of his intended target. 
No, he told himself, that was for later, much later, after he and his 
compadre had fucked her many times, when it would take a super-kind of kick 
to bring them off. 

He moved forward, sliding his knees as far up between her wide stretched 
thigh as he could, guiding his long thick cock forward between his fingers, 
gently parting the moisture-beaded brown hairs with the smooth face of his 
pulsing knob. He felt the hot, soft outer folds of her fleshy pussy lips 
close wetly over his bulb. 

"Jesus!" he moaned, ecstatically. Pepe had fucked many girls, willing and 
unwilling, but never in his whole life had he felt a pussy so wonderfully 
hot, so slippery wet, so hungry for his aching cock. Trapped between the 
delicious, slick folds of her pussy, his cock lay throbbing for a second. 
The salacious contact of his pulsating pole crammed in between her snowy 
buttcheeks was more than he could bear. Spitting out a curse in his native 
tongue, he lunged, sending his lust-hardened penis surging forward into the 
warm, wet pussy of the woman under him. He groaned as he felt the slippery, 
tight fitting walls slip down over his bloated bulb, enclosing the rigid 
length of his blue-veined shaft. 

At the sudden, stinging entry, Bonnie stiffened. No matter what he had done 
to her before, how she had responded, even yearned for him to continue, she 
did not want this, this crude, animal impalement. 

"Stop!!" she bawled, shaking her head as if somehow that would make him 
resist. "You're ripping me apart!!!" 

But nothing would make Pepe stop. She sobbed and whimpered beneath him as he 
thrust, pulled back, thrust, pulled back, each succeeding lunge driving his 
luridly throbbing, telephone pole of a cock deeper and deeper into her soft, 
buttery passage. In spite of her arousal, of her earlier penetration by her 
husband, she was not prepared, physically or mentally, to accept such a huge 
penis. Her body quaked like a leaf in a gale as the panting, puffing Pepe 
brutally hunched into her upturned, defenseless loins. 

That she had only moments before been all too willing to accept his oral 
caresses, his deeply laving tongue, his moistly sucking lips on her tender 
young pussy, that she had actually encouraged him to lick her pussy by her 
lascivious thrashings was a fact that poor Bonnie could not get out of her 
mind. Those tender wet probings of her softly trembling vagina were gone, 
replaced now by the tube-splitting girth of a hotly throbbing cock. She 
could feel the ridges and valleys, the wrinkles of her cunt flattening, 
stretching out as her pussy fought to accomodate the huge engine. He was 
breaking her! Breaking her as she'd never been broken before! As her husband 
Jim had never been able to do! And the memory of her subservient groveling, 
her wriggling to the tune of his wildly licking tongue was salt in her 
wounds. 

"God, Julio!" Pepe gasped, his eyes slitted with pleasure, his mouth hanging 
open, panting. "This bitch is so fucking tight!" 

"Give it to her, kid!" the older man wheezed, his eyes bulging as he watched 
the horribly thick base of Pepe's vein-marbled cock drive up between the 
obscenely gaping pink pussy lips, inching deeper, deeper into her hot and 
slippery cunt. 

Bonnie could not believe how much cock he was ramming up her. It seemed that 
the turgid pole would never end, that it would just keep on ramming up into 
her belly, ramming up until it popped out between her clenched teeth, 
ramming up until the ever-widening root finally split her whole crotch open! 
She screamed for the young man to stop, her face twisted by the hurt, the 
shame of what was happening to her. But Pepe wasn't listening to anything 
but the incessant pounding in his own skull, the hammering of his pulse in 
the bulb of his deeply buried cock, pushing out against the slithery walls 
of her cunt, beating like some primitive tom-tom, calling for more savagery, 
more pain. 

The inhuman intrusion into her already dilated cunt grew and grew and Bonnie 
was sure she was going to burst from the horrible throbbing pressure in her 
belly, but then she felt the weight of his strong, muscular loins crushing 
against her buttocks, the coarse, crisp hairs of his groin scratching her 
lewdly splayed lips of her vagina, and the lurid hardness of his 
sperm-bloated balls digging into the top of her mound. She let out a 
piercing, baleful shriek. 

"I got it all!" Pepe gasped to his friend. He let his head loll back on his 
shoulders as he wallowed in the sensation of holding the sexy young woman 
spitted totally on his massively pulsing cock. "In her to the hairs!" 

Bonnie could only bawl and sob softly, her face buried in the coverlet which 
was by now wet with her fallen tears. There was no one pushing down on her 
head now. No one was forcing her head down. She was doing it on purpose, all 
by herself, hiding her face for the shame of what was happening to her, of 
the callous, sadistic way these men were using her tender young body. Her 
plundered pussy felt utterly ruined, torn and stretched as if it'd been a 
baseball bat instead of a cock that he'd rammed up her. Her belly muscles, 
her cunt muscles convulsed rhythmically in a vain attempt to shove the 
invading hardness back out the way it had come. Her efforts in this regard 
were worse than useless. Her frantic writhing, her rippling inner spasms 
only served to incite her attacker more as her vaginal muscles clasped and 
tightened around his cock, teasing over the whole, pulsing length of it, 
caressing it in a kind of fluttering frenzy. 

She pushed up from the bed, trying to get some relief from the awesome 
pressure, the hugely throbbing presence in her belly. As she did, she 
realized that hands were sliding over her, lustfully roaming over every inch 
of her upper body. Her breasts, which swayed delectably under her, sweet 
cones of resilient flesh, were being kneaded and squeezed by hard fingers, 
fingers that pinched and twisted her tender, aching nipples, sending 
shooting stars of pain raging down over her tummy. Fingers were tracing the 
buttons of her spine, following its curvature down to the fleshy cheeks of 
her buttocks, and then slipping down in between them, down into the lewdly 
parted crack. 

Bonnie whined as something touched her anus, then, before she could even 
gasp, the something, a hard, calloused finger, suddenly thrust through the 
moistly pouting ring, deep into the rubbery confines of her anus. To her 
horror, her agony, the finger began to push in and out, mimicking the 
obscene motion of the gruesome cock directly below it. 

"Hey, Pepe!" Julio cried, his eyes wild with lust. "I'm finger fucking her 
in the ass! Man, oh, man, oh, man!" 

The young blonde hardly heard Julio's demented ravings. She was too busy 
jerking, trying to twist away from the unnatural invasion of her rectum by 
the thick finger. When she realized that her squirming was doing no good at 
all, except to force her pussy to twist and turn about the deeply impaling 
cock, she stopped moving, hoping that by remaining still she could minimize 
the agony. 

It did not. If anything, the double rape of her body, the lewdly pistoning 
finger fucking into her anus, the huge pulsing cock buried in her quaking 
cunt, only increased the feelings of shame and humiliation she was 
experiencing. And then, Julio, lustfully incited by the feel of her narrow 
rectum began drilling his raping finger deeper, corkscrewing it around in 
her pliant, rubbery channel until she screamed from the pain. His other 
hand, which was under her chest, was cupping her naked breasts, mauling, 
crushing the soft mounds, plucking at her tautened nipples as if trying to 
rip them off. 

Pepe growled from low in his belly as he watched his friend's coarse finger 
pushing in and out of the softly puckering hole. He could feel the pressure 
of Julio's fingertip, feel it right through the thin membrane that separated 
the woman's cunt from her rectum. Suddenly, he snapped his hips back, then 
plowed forward, fucking into her open cunt with long, plunging strokes. His 
strong hands crushed the rounded curves of her hips, pushing, pulling, 
forcing her to move against his animal lunges, slipping the hot, stretched 
sheath of her cunt with growing ease back and forth over his aching cock. 
After a dozen or so thrusts, it didn't feel like her cuntal walls were 
skinning him alive; it felt marvelously slick and squishy, as if he were 
fucking into a Vaseline filled rubber glove. 

It was not enough for Pepe just to be able to move her body to his will, or 
even to break the strength of her vagina so that she would be useless for 
any smaller cocked man. Pepe wanted to feel her bucking to his will, moving 
her body in a purposefully lascivious way, a way calculated to give him the 
utmost in carnal pleasure. He raised his open hand and smashed it down on 
her ass. 

"Fuck me, lady!" he commanded. "I want to see you move that big white ass!" 

Bonnie's whole body jerked at the violated impact. Her brain exploded with 
the remembrance of the pain and suffering her stubborness had brought her 
before. There was no doubt in her mind that if she did not obey him, there 
would be more punishing blows in short order. 

"God!" she gasped as she meekly swivelled her hips, as she felt all that 
meat packed into her belly moving, squeaking over the super-sensitive walls 
of her cunt. 

Pepe hauled her ass back as he lunged, bashing his balls into the sticky wet 
hairs of her mount. 

"Go, white whore!" he hissed. "Go!" 

Moaning, she allowed herself to follow his rhythm, grinding and humping her 
buttocks back into his pile-driving cock as he picked up the tempo of his 
fucking. The pain of having to accommodate such an enormous penis soon faded 
and was replaced with another kind of feeling all together. 

Bonnie tried not to think about that feeling, tried to tell herself that 
anything was better than being beaten more ... but she knew she was only 
kidding herself, playing mind games. Again and again she groaned aloud, 
bucking at his command, sheathing his penis in her buttery depths, feeling 
his fingers mauling, kneading her quivering ripe buttocks. Her own 
excitement was growing, even as she fought to stifle, to smother it. 

"Mine!" Pepe snarled at his friend, reaching out and grabbing Julio's hand 
and ripping his finger from Bonnie's anus. "All mine!" 

Bonnie screamed anew as the young man replaced Julio's finger with not one, 
but two of his own! The hurt was unbelievable as the dry, doubled fingers 
probed deep into her straining bowels, twisting, turning, screwing in and 
out in mindless, senseless savagery. 

The feel of her fluttering sphincter squirming down over his sadistically 
thrusting fingers further incited Pepe to new extremes in his fucking. He 
rammed his huge penis into her with ever increasing fury, revelling in the 
sheer, friction-heat his pistoning cock was creating as it rasped over her 
unresisting pussy sheath. Instead of being calmed by the sight of her 
obediently bucking body, the young man found himself angered, angered that 
she was such an easy victim, angered that she was so weak, that she was 
obeying him with obvious relish. To him, she was nothing but a whore, a 
spineless vessel made of flesh and blood, meant only to warmly house his 
great bloated cock! 

Bonnie's breathing was a horrid, rasping sound as she writhed and thrashed 
under the double onslaught. Pepe reached out and twined his fingers in her 
hair, twisting her face to the side so he could watch how she was taking it. 
Droplets of sweat trickled down from her forehead, down over her flushed 
cheeks. Her lips opened and closed, even as the lips of her pussy gaped and 
puckered to the primal thrusting of his massive cock. 

The young wife's shame at her obscene position, her sadistic debasement was 
nothing compared to the humiliation she felt at the sudden uncontrollable 
feelings of wantonness and desire beginning to surge through her captive 
body. Even the cruelly plucking fingers at her nipples could not still the 
rising heat of her passion. 

Then, she felt the bed shifting under her elbows as Julio moved closer. The 
fingers left her tortured nipples and slipped down over her burning face, 
lifting it, tipping it up. Bonnie closed her eyes tight, not wanting to see 
the raw animal desire in the older man's face. 

His fingers fumbled at her wetly parted lips, trying to push into her mouth, 
to-pry her jaws wider apart. Suddenly, there was a pressure against her 
mouth, a spongy wet pressure mashing hotly against her lips and teeth. She 
opened her eyes and choked back a sob as she saw a long, curving, swarthy 
brown cock swaying before her pinioned face. 

Julio had watched his friend fuck until he thought his own scrotum would 
explode from the sperm that built up inside it, demanding to be set loose. 
He had squirmed himself in under her head which he now held trapped only 
inches from the glistening purple bulb of his cock. 

Groaning from his own rapacious heat, the older man put the palm of his hand 
on her forehead, pushing her head even further back so he could more easily 
aim the blood-bloated head of his cock between her trembling lips. 

At the sticky wet feel, the horrid cloying smell, Bonnie tried to jerk her 
head away, but Julio would not let her. Moaning in revulsion, all she could 
do was tightly clench her teeth and try to block the path of the luridly 
erect penis. 

Julio was far too excited to let a few teeth keep him from his goal. He 
laced his fingers behind her head so she could not draw back and leaned his 
weight into his stout cock, driving the rubbery head viciously against her 
soft lips, crushing them against the hardness of her teeth. 

Bonnie probably couldn't held out against even that kind of ruthless 
assault, if Pepe hadn't chosen that moment to give his doubled fingers a 
deeply churning thrust in her rectum. It felt like he was trying to pull her 
insides out! She let out a shrill gasp of agony, her lips parting ever so 
slightly. 

It was the moment Julio had been waiting for and he was ready for it. He 
lunged brutally and the her soft lips, ramming between her teeth, wedging 
them wide apart as it rammed into the wet warm cavern of her mouth. 

Bonnie let out a mewl of horror and disgust as the obscenely pulsing pole 
slithered up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth from cheek to 
cheek, from top to bottom with its thick meatiness. 

"Yeee-hah!" Julio croaked, his eyes rolling up in his head so that only the 
whites showed as he began to flip his hips back and forth, forcing his thick 
cock to slide in and out of her mouth. 

She tried to shift her head, to twist away so she could spit out the 
nauseating mouthful but his hands held her head in a powerful grip. Unable 
to physically fight him off, she tried desperately to struggle with him 
mentally, to block the lewd sensations the rape of her mouth was giving her. 
But then the older man was speeding up his thrusts, making them match those 
of Pepe who was screwing into her from behind. He never quite pulled his 
cock all the way out of her lips, always stopping when he could see the 
flaring spongy rim come up against the inside of her teeth. The salacious 
battering, the lascivious sluicing between her gaping, ovalled lips numbed 
her and she could not concentrate on anything but the horrid unwanted 
sensation. 

Bonnie shut her eyes tight, then opened them, hoping against hope tht the 
thing that was happening to her was all some sort of awful nightmare, that 
she wasn't really being gang raped, that she wasn't really a captive in her 
own home. What she saw when she opened her eyes told her that she was not 
dreaming, that it was all too real. The dark-skinned length of Julio's cock 
lurched towards her, gleaming from her saliva, surging between her lips, 
ramming into the back of her mouth. Then it pulled back until she could feel 
her cheeks bulge out from the throbbing bulb. Then in again, the glistening, 
lewdly curving shaft flying at her. 

"Suck him! Suck him!!" Pepe panted behind her, fucking his fingers and his 
cock into her backside in a reciprocating rhythm so that as his cock slid 
in, his fingers slid out and vice versa. "Suck that big cock!" 

Even if she didn't want to obey, she had no choice. It was either suck or be 
beaten. Slowly, her lips began to purse about the hard thrusting pole, to 
suck its obscene thickness as it plowed into the warm softness of her mouth. 

Feeling her lips tighten about his penis, seeing her cheeks hollow as she 
sucked, Julio became even more excited and as a result thrust harder, trying 
to drive the tip of his cock over the back of her tongue and down into her 
tight throat. 

Bonnie choked and coughed as the nasty smooth knob gagged her, as it began 
to hammer its way down into her throat. She could feel more and more of the 
thick penis pushing between her lips, sweeping them apart as the hurtful 
bulb probed deeper and deeper. Furthering her degradation as the huge, blood 
thickened member buried itself in her gullet, she began to feel the hard, 
hot stickiness of his testicles slapping into the point of her chin as her 
tortured lips slipped down to encircle his bristling cock root. There was a 
nasty, stale odor of sweat and spent semen about his crotch that made her 
want to retch. 

Pepe was coming apart at the seams. His whole body was quivering, trembling 
with the anticipation of his impending climax. His entire consciousness, 
such as it was, was focused on the sensations surrounding his madly flipping 
cock, the wet parting of her soft cuntal walls around it as it plunged home, 
the strange hardness working against its upper surface as he stuffed his 
fingers in and out of her anus. He could feel his automatic reflexes 
beginning to take over. His head was spinning and his loins were suffused 
with a kind of slippery liquid fire. He fucked into her upturned cunt even 
harder, bashing his groin mercilessly between her splayed buttocks, smashing 
into her so hard that the impact actually lifted her whole lower body, legs, 
knees, hips up into the air. Her asscheeks quivered mightily under the 
vicious cock surges. 

Pepe could see how the young blonde was not only bucking back into his 
ruthless lunges, but bobbing her head madly over Julio's gleaming brown 
cock. His friend was fucking his penis right into the pale whiteness of her 
face, fucking the full length of it down her gurgling throat. He could see 
the way her lovely soft lips clung to the grossly broad shaft, sliding 
moistly over the heavy, blue veins, the hundreds of tiny warts, the coarse 
black hairs. 

His mind rattling from the jolt of pleasure that lewd tableau had given him, 
Pepe used the fingers of his free hand to widely spread Bonnie's quivering 
asscheeks. He moaned as he watched the action from the other end, as he 
watched his own thick, love juice bathed penis gliding in and out of her 
gaping pussy, as he watched her poor little anus trembling about his deeply 
raping fingers. 

Bonnie no longer noticed the raw, animal scent of Julio's loins. She worked 
in a daze, following the urging of the man's hard fingers, licking him, 
sucking him, twisting and turning her head to increase his lustful pleasure. 
The more he fucked into her face, the more her mouth filled with saliva, 
until it came dribbling out between her tightly stretched lips and his 
luridly pulsing shaft each time he lunged. It spilled down her chin and over 
her throat and she didn't care, couldn't care. The seepage of his pre-cum 
into her mouth had increased to the point where it was a steady trickle. 
That sticky, salty fluid seemed to clot her saliva, thickening it until it 
was heavy, slimy like egg whites. She didn't want to swallow the stuff, but 
there was too much of it and she had to either swallow or drown. She could 
feel his hips bucking, jerking up towards her face and his hand was twisted 
up in her hair, guiding her mouth and throat down over his skewering 
erection. There was absolutely no thought to her comfort, safety or least of 
all, pleasure. He was thrusting his meaty cock up into her throat like it 
was the much-used, much-widened cunt of some cheap whore. He was bashing his 
testicles into her chin, luridly grinding their sperm-bloated hardness 
against her slobber-drenched skin. 

Under the weight of their assault, the two madly fucking cocks crushing into 
her from both ends at once, as if trying to meet somewhere in the middle of 
her pain-racked body, Bonnie had a sudden horrible flash of insight: the 
only way for her to bring this torture to an end was to totally satisfy 
these two animals. She began to suck and fuck even more wildly, gyrating her 
hips in crazy circles, drinking down the viscous ooze that seeped into her 
ravaged mouth. Even as she fought to bring an end to her degradation, tiny 
flickers of illicit pleasure began to dance in her plundered loins. It was 
as if, in giving herself over totally to the needs of these lust-crazed 
devils, she had somehow unleashed a primal hunger in herself, a need to be 
utterly ravaged, completely consumed. 

"Jesus!" Julio gasped, jamming his cock into her mouth as his whole body 
went rigid, holding her obscenely ovalled lips mashed down over his 
bristling root as his clamoring need for release was finally answered. 

Bonnie whimpered, fighting desperately for breath, her throat horribly 
stretched by the lewdly flexing length of meat it was drawn down over. Then 
it happened. The hotly bulging rod exploded in her gullet, pulsing wildly 
between her lips, teeth, against her tongue and cheeks and the walls of her 
throat. Boiling hot cum poured into her by the table-spoonful. She gagged 
and choked as the viscous creamy fluid spattered over the inside of her 
mouth. There was so much of it! And it just kept on coming and coming in a 
slimy, slithery torrent, flying up the hollow stem of his lust-bloated cock, 
spitting down her throat in long, cheesy strands that seemed to get thicker 
and thicker. 

The rank, pungent taste filled her head until she thought it would burst and 
then she had to swallow, swallow or choke to death. Moaning miserably, she 
began to gulp down the buckets of semen Julio was jetting into her mouth. 
She swallowed again and again, until her throat ached from swallowing, until 
the slimy, sloshing load of cum in her belly was an awful weight. She 
continued to suck and nurse at the slowly softening penis as if it were some 
kind of obscene source of nourishment, her adam's apple bobbing frantically 
as she bolted down the last turbid trickles of lust clotted sperm. 

After what seemed like a million years had passed, she could feel his penis 
getting smaller, shrinking back from the bottom of her throat, shrinking in 
diameter so that her jaws were not gaping to the splitting point. Her body 
was so conditioned to respond to the feel of cock, any kind of cock, in her 
mouth that despite its flaccid condition, Bonnie continued to swirl her 
tongue animatedly over its velvety soft bulb. 

Finally, Julio's spent cock slipped from her lips and flopped down, gleaming 
with a mixture of her slobber and his semen, against his pendulous, wizened 
scrotum. He pulled her face forward, forcing her to nuzzle her lovely 
features against his sweat matted crotch. 

The broken woman was dutifully licking at the low swinging orbs of the older 
man's balls, sweeping the full length of her tongue over them, inhaling the 
vile, musky odor of his sweat-misted loins when Pepe growled behind her. She 
bleated into the pebbly sack as she felt her thighs and buttocks swept 
apart, as she felt the lust-crazed young man pile-driving himself into her 
in a last, frantic sprint to his devastating orgasm. The huge telephone pole 
of his cock speared into her, the bloated, blood-engorged knob end bashing 
into the soft cushiony tip of her cervix, the grossly thick shaft throbbing 
and pulsing madly against the trembling walls of her pussy. 

"Shit! Shit, yes!" Pepe gasped as he felt the slippery folds of her cuntal 
lining squirm down over his erection, teasing from it the single spark, the 
tiny tingle of delight that ignited his whole hulking cock like it was a 
stick of dynamite. His crotch began to ripple with spasm, his cock pulsing 
ominously, his anus fluttering as joy burst over his loins. Cum sizzled up 
his huge cock, rocketing from the deeply buried tip and gusting into her 
quivering womb. 

Bonnie moaned as his lewd sperm flooded out to fill her vagina in shuddering 
spurts. She could feel the whole length of his climaxing penis throbbing 
outwards, pushing at the insides of her cunt so hard she was afraid she 
would rip open. She could feel the molten semen shooting into her, filling 
the depths of her belly until she was sure it must explode. 

Grunting and groaning like an animal, Pepe resumed his fucking of her, 
driving his cock into her with the intention of teasing his orgasm out to 
its outer limit. He screwed her slow and deep, making his twitching cock 
glide through the buttery drapery of her cunt, wallowing in the feel of her 
wetly clasping cuntal walls. As he pistoned his cock in and out, he forced 
the very stuff he was shooting into her to ooze out between the pain-pared 
labia and his thrusting shaft. His thick white cum, like library paste, 
trickled down from her wet pink petals, hanging in long yo-yoing strands 
from the peak of her sweat soaked mound, dribbling down the inside of her 
quaking thighs. 

The young blonde found herself clinging to Julio's hips, whimpering and 
whining into his pendulous scrotum as the younger man continued to fuck her 
in slow motion, as her semen-choked pussy gave up horrid, nasty, 
embarrassing farting sounds. 

Finally, after a series of wild, convulsive throbs, Pepe's cock slipped out 
of her cunt with a lurid plop. The young man heaved a deep sigh of 
satisfaction and slumped off of her back onto his side on the bed. 

The crushing weight finally off her back, Bonnie, too, collapsed. There was 
a sudden rush of cool air between her still-parted thighs and she could feel 
the backed up reservoir of his hot steamy cum come rushing out of her 
plundered cunt. It poured down between her legs in a thick, warm river, 
bathing her battered pubic mound, coating the wet fringe of her light brown 
hairs. 

Bonnie lay there, belly down on the bed, sandwiched between the gasping, 
panting bodies of her tormentors. A small voice in her head told her that 
now was the time to try and make her escape, while the men were still 
exhausted from their orgasms. She heard the voice, she understood what it 
said, but she did not move. She had never felt so utterly used, debauched in 
her whole life ... and beneath the sensation of having been degraded, 
sadistically used in every single orifice was another feeling that was even 
more staggering to her. She realized that the reason she was not moving, the 
reason she was not trying to get away from these men who were holding her 
captive in her own home, was that she was waiting for something. Words 
cannot express the horror and shame she felt when she understood that what 
she was waiting for was for them to finish it for her, for them to start in 
on her again so she could cum. She whined softly into Julio's scratchy 
loins. A lustful passion was smouldering in her veins, quivering in the 
depths of her raped loins, and she could not stop it from building in pitch 
and intensity. These two animals, by buffeting her helpless body between 
them like a rag doll, by abusing her, had somehow stimulated in her an 
awesome hunger for more. 

She felt the heavy balls beneath her lips begin to shift sluggishly, slowly 
drawing up in their wrinkly bag and then there were fingers crawling down 
into her sperm-spattered asscrack, fingers coursing through the cum-drenched 
tendrils of her pubic hair, teasing apart her bruised and swollen pussy 
lips. 

"Hey, Pepe!" Julio rasped, working his finger incitefully into the young 
blonde's defenseless vagina, giving his friend a push with his other hand. 
"Hey, man, is it my turn now?" 

 Chapter Five 

Jim Frees drove like a maniac. It didn't matter to him what direction he was 
headed in, all that mattered was putting as much distance between his wife 
and himself as possible. She had hurt him both physically and mentally. His 
whole groin still ached throbbingly from the cruel blow she'd landed on his 
lust-hardened testicles. What hurt worse than that, though, was the blow to 
his manly pride. 

He couldn't believe that she thought so little of him that she could really 
expect to fool him with her show of sexual enthusiasm. He considered that 
what he had been about to deal her, a sadistic cock-stab up the ass, one 
after the other until he climaxed in her hot rubbery depths, was only fair 
turnabout for her duplicity. And anyway, he considered her anus to be more 
his than hers, a kind of tit for tat situation, a trade off for his letting 
her live in his house, for letting her take care of it. 

That the little house mouse had turned on him, had actually had the 
unmitigated gall to strike him, to hurt him so badly that he was unmanned 
was a bitter pill for him to swallow. His discovery of her secret vice, the 
dirty book and the plastic dildo only made things more unpleasant for him. 
The idea that dear, sweet little Bonnie would rather make love to some 
fantasy Mexican, to diddle her pussy into a perfect sputtering dither while 
thinking, pretending that the pink polystyrene cock belonged to her dream 
lover, then fuck her own husband in the properly subservient manner made Jim 
burn inside. 

He steered the Mercedes onto the freeway and headed north with no particular 
destination in mind. He was trying to puzzle out his predicament. What the 
fuck was he going to do now?! 

He drove all the way to the Valley and only came up with one solution. He 
had to get rid of Bonnie, to divorce her. After he did that, he could get 
Lana to move in with him or he could move in with her. He was sure that the 
idea would suit the sexy redhead just fine. It would mean that for once 
she'd be able to get enough of him! He shivered at the thought of having 
that crazy woman to fuck anytime he wanted her, at all hours of the day or 
night. 

He felt no real sympathy for Bonnie's plight. He told himself that she was 
getting what she deserved, that if she'd halfway tried to please him, to be 
a real wife to him he never would've had to dump on her. 

Jim got off the freeway at the Ventura interchange and switched directions, 
heading back to the south and Lana's marina condo. As he made the trip back, 
he fantasized about how he was going to break the good news to her. In all 
his fantasies, she was ecstatic, jumping up and down with joy at the 
realization that she wouldn't have to share "her man" with another woman any 
more. After her initial show of pleasure, he dreamed of the many ways she 
would show him just how happy he had made her. 

By the time he pulled into the condo parking lot, he felt like a new man. 
His scrotum was still a little tender, but that hadn't stopped him from 
springing an immense erection while he drove. As he got out of his car, he 
felt a heavy weight in his overcoat pocket; it slammed against his hip. It 
wasn't until he reached his hand inside that he remembered he was walking 
around Los Angeles armed with a heavy caliber revolver. That would never do. 
He carefully took the blue steel pistol from his coat and slipped it into 
the Mercedes' glove box, then he locked the car and walked towards the 
condo's entrance. 

As he rode up in the elevator, he played over the little scene that he had 
chosen to put on to break her the news. He grinned as he imagined it. He was 
going to walk into her place like something really terrible had happened and 
then mope around, driving her crazy by not coming right out and telling her. 
Then when she couldn't stand it any longer, he was going to brighten up and 
say that he'd decided to leave his wife for her. Surprise! 

For a guy as successful with women as Jim Frees was, he was horribly 
ignorant as to what they'd think was amusing. 

He slipped his key into the door, opened it, and walked in. Right away, he 
knew that there was something wrong. The lights were off in the living room 
and on in her bedroom. The bedroom door was open and there were noises 
coming from inside. Those noises made his stomach churn and his face flush 
with hot, angry blood. 

"Mmmmmm, don't you like that?" Lana said, her voice rich and mellow, 
purring. 

"Christ!" said a man. 

A kind of red mist filtered down over Jim's eyes. Lana was in there with 
another man! She was screwing another guy in the condominium he had bought 
for her! His breath rasping animalishly in the back of his throat, .be began 
to walk stiffly across the rug. 

There was no thought in his mind about the plans he'd made for her and him, 
about the ludicrous way he'd intended of telling her that he was a free man. 
There was only fury, fury at being made to feel like an idiot, a cuckold. 
Even though the idea of actually seeing her cheating on him was horribly 
painful to him, like rubbing salt in an open wound, he could not stop 
himself from looking, from making sure that what he suspected was true 
without a doubt. 

Jim pressed his back against the wall next to the open door and carefully 
turned his head so he could peek inside. His blood ran cold. 

Lana, his lovely Lana, was, indeed, cheating on him! She and a well-tanned, 
superbly muscled young man were entwined on the rumpled bed in a most 
typical Lana-manner. The sexy redhead was seated on the red-faced fellow's 
lap, her long, slim thighs splayed out over his bronze ones, her back to his 
chest, her arm lifted back over her shoulder so she could caress his head. 
The raising of her arm made her right breast lift tantalizingly. 

It was not her breast that Jim was staring at, the pain like a spike driven 
into his guts. He was looking at her pussy, at the wetly parted pink petals 
that drooped down like the flaps of a tiny tent, down over the up-thrusting 
shaft of the young man's cock. He was fucking up into her cunt from behind 
as she sat on his lap and her copious pussy juices drizzled down over the 
hairless, wrinkly, testicle-bloated bag of his scrotum. As the young man 
hunched upwards, his balls jostled about in their nasty sack. 

"Doesn't it look nice?" Lana said huskily, twisting her mouth to his cheek 
and licking it with her long, pointed tongue. 

"God!" the guy moaned. 

True to form, Lana was giving him a show that he would not soon forget. In 
her free hand she was holding a small mirror, which she angled so that as he 
fucked her, he could watch his great meaty erection flip in and out of her 
lewdly splayed pussy. 

"See how wet and sticky I'm getting?" the redhead cooed, squirming her ass 
about on his lap, making the deeply buried head of his cock thresh about in 
her hot cunt. 

"God!" the man exclaimed, his eyes bulging as he watched the crystal clear 
rush of her pungent juices gush out from around his slogging penis. 

Though Jim was standing a good fifteen or twenty feet away, he could smell 
the musky, heady aroma of Lana's plundered cunt. That familiar smell made 
the spike in his guts twist and turn. He stood there, frozen in place by the 
agony that was tormenting him, his fists clenched so hard that the knuckles 
turned white. 

Lana slipped the hand that was not holding the mirror down from his head and 
eased it in under the juicy, sputtering juncture of their lust-heated 
bodies. 

"How's this, lover?" she asked, her fingers smoothing over his sperm-swollen 
testicles, pinching them between her thumb and index fingers, popping them 
sensuously. 

The young man could only gasp and fuck her harder, slamming his cock into 
her with such animal passion that the impact made her luscious breasts 
jounce high in the air and fall jiggling, quivering like Jell-o on a plate 
against her chest. 

Tears brimmed in Jim's horrified eyes. He had been had! And then some! He 
kicked himself for being such a fool, for being so blinded by his lust for 
Lana that he didn't see what she really was. He had discounted the stories 
he'd heard at the country club about her being a prostitute without even 
considering that if there was some truth to them, there might also be some 
deeper, more compelling reason for her having become a hooker. As he watched 
her screw the young man with such wanton abandon, he couldn't help but 
remember how she'd done the very same thing to him only hours earlier, how 
she'd begged him to stay just a little bit longer, to fuck her just one more 
time. The reason Lana was never satisfied, the reason she'd taken a job in a 
whore house was because she was a nymphomaniac! No amount of fucking would 
ever satisfy the bottomless pit of her lust, her craving. Jim couldn't help 
but wonder bitterly how many men she'd had between him and this beach boy? 
How many men she had fooled into thinking that they were the only one? How 
many men were pay- ing for this same goddam condominium?!! 

"Cum, lover, cum!!" Lana squealed, her tummy visibly rippling, her pussylips 
madly diving down over the lust-hardened shaft. She was climaxing and she 
wanted her young lover to cum along with her, wanted to feel the 
lust-quenching jets of his viscous male sperm gushing up into her as the 
bottom dropped out of the world. 

Jim flinched as he saw her fumbling frantically in under the guy's scrotum, 
sliding her wet index finger into the deep crack between his muscular 
buttocks. 

"Yow!!" the beach boy wailed as the redhead shoved her finger right up his 
ass! 

"Cum, lover! Cum!!" she yowled, thrusting her finger in and out of his anus 
as fast as she could, fanning the flickering flames of his passion. 

His body jerked and twitched on the bed as if she had inserted a live wire 
right up into his rectum. 

Jim could watch no more. For an instant there, when he'd first peered into 
the room, when he first realized what the woman he loved was doing, he 
wished to God that he hadn't put the gun in the glove compartment. He wished 
that he had it in his hand. Then, he would've used it. Now, after realizing 
that the Lana he thought he loved did not exist, after realizing that she 
could no more help what she did than the young man could help wanting to 
fuck her, he could not have used it. 

He staggered back to the door and shuffled out of the condo. There was a 
gaping emptiness in him, as if something vital to his survival, some organ 
or gland, had been ripped from his body. Somehow, he managed to get back to 
his car and get in it. He sat there in the driver's seat without making a 
move to put the key in the ignition. 

What was wrong with him?! How had he been so stupid?!! He asked himself 
those questions over and over again, until he took the progression one step 
further. If he'd been so wrong about Lana, perhaps he'd been just as wrong 
about Bonnie. Perhaps, he'd totally mistaken her attempts to please him. 
Maybe he'd been so poisoned by Lana that he couldn't clearly see what his 
wife had been trying to do. 

He put the key in the ignition and the Mercedes roared to life. He had to 
find out for sure about Bonnie. As he zoomed out of the parking lot, he felt 
his spirits rising again. There was still hope, he told himself. Still hope. 

 Chapter Six 

Bonnie lay nakedly splayed on her back on the semen-soaked bed. Though her 
body was lewdly displayed, her firm, full breasts upthrusting, the pink 
nipple rounds chewed and sucked until they turned all fiery red, her smooth 
tummy heaving rippling softly above her billowing hips, her thighs wide 
open, the white beaded hairs of her cum-spattered pussy visible, as were the 
glistening, puffy petals of her much-fucked slit, she made no move to hide 
herself from the two men who sat on either side of her on the bed. What was 
the point? Each of them had already had her once, one in her cunt and the 
other in her mouth. They had roamed their hard hands over her softly curving 
body, feeling every inch of her tremble. 

Both Julio and Pepe sat there, their fists pumping up and down over their 
luridly jutting, dark veined cocks, working themselves up for another go at 
her. 

"Man, I'm getting hard!" Julio croaked, pausing in his mad masturbation to 
admire the blunt-tipped spear that curved up from his hairy loins. 

"Yeah, me, too," the younger man gasped, working his hand harder, feasting 
his eyes on the naked blonde who lay passively there beside him, her wetly 
flowered pussy open, unguarded, ready for another deep penetration. 

As the two men continued to abuse themselves, pumping themselves up into 
turgid rigidity, they began to lasciviously stroke the softly mewling woman 
with their free hands, exploring the ripe swelling contours of her body in 
an effort to build the animal lust that was coursing in their veins to a 
fever pitch. 

Bonnie lay naked and defenseless before them, her eyes darting back and 
forth, peering at the two long, thick cocks that would soon be back at her, 
back surging up into her warmly resilient body. She shivered as they 
continued the degrading assault on her young body, on her belly, her 
breasts, her loins, as their brutally rummaging fingers probed and pinched 
and pried at her most secret places. 

"Man, I love the way her pussy smells!" Julio moaned, his fingertips teasing 
over the semen-flecked hairs on her mound. 

"You ought to have a taste," Pepe said, leering at him. "It's fine stuff, 
man." 

The older fellow gave him a disgusted look. "You mean eat her cunt now, 
after you've cum in it?" he said aghast. 

Pepe broke into a fit of rude laughter. "Man, I thought that's how you liked 
'em," he said, "all buttered up from another guy's cream." 

"Shit!" Julio said, his face clouding over with anger. He viciously plucked 
at her pubic hairs, using them to pull her already parted labia even wider 
open. 

Bonnie made no protest as Pepe took hold of her right leg and slid it up 
over his thighs and hip. Julio, at Pepe's order, did the same thing to her 
left leg so that she was lying with her knees tipped up in the air and her 
thighs lewdly splayed, the whole flat plane of her cuntal area obscenely 
exposed to their view. 

"Would you look at that pussy!" Julio groaned, his fingers digging at the 
helpless woman's vagina, thrusting roughly up into the hot moist passage of 
her cunt, smoothing around inside of her, rubbing over the rubbery folds and 
ridges of her slippery pussy. 

Bonnie shuddered on the bed as she felt his fingers rasping over her 
clitoris, seesawing back and forth across that oily little marbles. Waves of 
pleasure billowed up over her tummy and she had to bite her lip to keep from 
bleating out her ecstasy. 

After a very few deeply gouging thrusts of his fingers, her vagina began to 
make distinctly wet, distinctly sloppy sounds. 

"Jesus! Her cunt's getting all wet, man!" Julio said in delight. "Christ, 
almighty, she's drooling all over herself!!" 

The young blonde groaned. It was true, she knew it. She could feel the 
effects of his lunging fingers, the friction heat building up in the walls 
of her pussy, making them start to sweat with passion, to ooze the slick, 
stinky juice that would ease the way for more and deeper penetration. 

Pepe wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on between her legs. 
He was too busy nipping and biting at her already horribly swollen and 
roughened nipples. He drew first one then the other into his hot mouth, 
grinding them between his teeth, sucking them way back into his mouth and 
nursing on them hungrily. As he did this, he was continually mauling the 
supple breast mounds, digging his fingers into the softly resilient flesh, 
making it distort into bulging, random shapes. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, I'm gonna fuck her now!!" Julio gasped. 

That caught Pepe's attention. The younger man raised his face from Bonnie's 
breasts, holding her nipple tight between his teeth and pulling it far from 
the friction-reddened peak of her snow white mound, drawing her soft breast 
into a lewdly pointed cone. He let her nipple snap free and watched with 
relish as it slapped back against her breast, as her breast trembled at the 
impact. 

"Like hell you are!" Pepe said, glowering at his pal. 

Julio was slack-jawed with shock. 

"I'm going to fuck her again," Pepe said. 

"Just a goddam minute!" Julio shouted. "You had her pussy the first time! 
You got to cum in it! You mucked it up so bad that nobody would want to suck 
it. Now it's my turn! I deserve sloppy seconds, man, and you know it!!" 

Pepe shook his head. "If it wasn't for me, compadre, you wouldn't even be 
here. And even if you were here all alone you couldn't have brought this 
blonde piece of ass around like I have." 

"It isn't fair!" Julio protested. "It just isn't fucking fair!!" 

Pepe suddenly grinned at him, showing him a double row of gleaming white 
teeth. The look in the younger man's eyes was straight out of the gutter. 

"Hey, don't sweat it, man," he said, waving his hand at Julio. "There's an 
answer: we can both fuck her at the same time." 

Julio's jaw dropped again. "You're crazy!" he said. "Her pussy's too small 
for both of us to be able to get our cocks inside it at the same time." 

"No, man," Pepe corrected him. "Not both in the same hole. You fuck her in 
the cunt while I fuck her in the ass. We'll sandwich the little whore!" 

Bonnie whimpered. She understood what they planned on doing to her, but 
there was no fight left in her. 

Julio, who had been scouring the unresisting blonde's pussy, stretching 
wider and wider with each succeeding rotation of his deeply probing fingers, 
withdrew his dripping hand and got up on his knees on the bed. 

"Ohhh!" the young wife moaned as they caught her between them, grabbing her 
shoulders, her hips, roughly twisting her around so that once again she was 
lying face down on the bed spread with the lewdly exposed cleft of her 
cuntal mound in full view. 

She slumped there without struggling, only able to whine and gasp as she 
thought of what was about to be done to her, of the pain and humiliation to 
come. 

Pepe knelt behind her, taking in the long, svelte line of her smooth young 
body, the lushly swaying breasts that hung from her chest, the rounded moons 
of her asscheeks quivering softly as she waited for this final, ultimate 
assault on her already tortured body. 

As he leered at her, his cock, which stood out from his flat, muscular belly 
long and thick and marbled with blue veins, began to twitch and flex 
animatedly. The whole upcurving length of his cock jerked upwards, so that 
the blood-bloated knob end smacked viciously against his bare chest. Over 
and over this happened, as if his cock was enraged at having to wait any 
longer to be housed between those sleek buncheeks, to tunneling up into the 
warm rubbery depths of her tight rectum; it was throwing a tantrum!! 

Suddenly, Pepe could stand it no more. He reached out and grabbed hold of 
Bonnie's slim ankles, pushing out so violently that her legs were stretched 
wide apart. 

"God!!" Bonnie gasped. It felt like he was trying to rip her pelvis in two! 
The brutality of his act stunned her into motion, action. ']God, no!! No, 
please!! Not up my ass! Please don't fuck me up the ass!!" 

"Grab her!" Pepe snarled. 

Julio took hold of her neck and once again jammed her face down into the 
mattress. Bonnie groaned as she felt the rank, sticky wetness under her 
mouth, the clotted cum that stained the coverlet, but she did not struggle. 
She was like a squirmy dog who knows it is to be thrashed, who drops, 
cowering to the floor, softly whimpering while it awaits the inevitable. 

Pepe climbed right up between her splayed legs, ramming his forefinger 
brutally into the tight puckered ring of her anus. When it went in easily, 
he added a second and a third finger to the first, ripping her rectum wide 
open. As he fucked his tripled fingers in and out, he stroked his gleaming, 
semen-dripping penis in preparation for the final and ultimate degradation 
of the woman cringing before him. Only one thing would've made it better for 
Pepe and he told her so. 

"Too bad your husband isn't here, lady," he said, his voice a hoarse croak. 
"I'd sure like for him to see this little show, wouldn't you?" 

Bonnie shrieked into the spread as the young man cruelly worked his fingers 
in her ass. He was stretching her rubbery canal, widening it as it had never 
been widened before, readying it for the luridly pulsing head of his 
purpling cock. Even as he so viciously violated her, Bonnie could not help 
but hear his words, could not help but imagine her husband walking in on the 
demented tableau. Then, he would believe her! Then he would know that she 
hadn't been lying about the young latin man! It was a bitter, bitter triumph 
that she would have, a hollow victory. 

Opening her trembling buttocks wide with the finger and thumb of his other 
hand, Pepe leaned forward to allow a large drop of his hot, thick saliva to 
spill from his lips and drop down into the obscenely parted cleft of her 
ass. 

"Uhh!" she moaned as the molten liquid rolled down her smooth bun valley, 
down over the madly winking ring of her rectum and his indecently thrusting 
fingers. He was lubricating her! Juicing her up for an ass fuck! 

The young man then gripped his penis by the neck, pulling back the thick 
foreskin that sheathed the lower half of his smooth bulbous cockhead. He 
manipulated himself lovingly, so skillfully that a bead of heavy white 
pre-cum appeared at his distended slot. Then he aimed the nasty bulb 
directly at her finger-plundered anus and ripped his darting digits free. 

"Yow!!" Bonnie cried as the horrible fingers were savagely plucked from her 
ass. 

Before she could tighten up, the young man hurled the whole of his body onto 
her quaking back, shoving the thick, hard length of his cock deep into the 
crevice of her buttocks. Ripping her quivering moons apart with both hands, 
he squirmed into position behind her, fitting the nose of his 
sperm-moistened cock to the tightly clenched, but spit-dampened ring of her 
rectum. Then, he lunged. 

No amount of cheek-clenching on Bonnie's part could stop the slick knob from 
pushing through the wet sphincter. 

"Uhhhhh-God! Uhhhh!!!" she howled as the huge battering ram of lust-hardened 
male flesh crushed through her ruined pore, driving between her cruelly 
splayed buttocks. She tried to jerk her hips forward on the bed, to hop away 
from the horrible stinging pain that lanced up into her tender bowels. 

Julio let out a guttural grunt of lustful excitement as he saw the obscenely 
erect cock plunge be- tween her snow white buns, as he saw the huge knob end 
disappear through the widely stretching ring of nether flesh. The tiny 
opening of the blonde woman's anus was giving way, stretching like hot taffy 
as it slipped over and hotly clasped the young man's invading cock head. 
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!!" Pepe shouted, lunging again, harder. 

"Owwwww!!!!" Bonnie screamed as she felt the hugeness that was his throbbing 
cock surge through the torn and broken ring of her anus. Then she gasped 
with the blinding pain that seared through her belly, shot up her back and 
down her thighs. He was killing her!! Killing her!! 

Pepe lunged again and sent his massive cock squeaking into her halfway to 
the hilt. It was so hot, so tight inside her ass that it felt like the 
rubbery walls were skinning his cock alive. Her smooth buttocks jerked and 
twisted beneath him, trying frantically to throw off his weight, to force 
the luridly pulsing length of cock out of her rectum, but he knew that her 
wild thrashings and squirmings were only making her position worse. Each 
time she bucked and writhed, she skewered herself further on the meaty shaft 
of his cock. Inch by delicious inch, Pepe was embedding his penis deeper and 
deeper into her tightly resisting ass. 

Finally, the tormented woman gave out a long howling cry as Pepe's throbbing 
cock slid up the last impossibly tight inch into the hot rubbery depths of 
her rectum and his hard, sperm bloated testicles slapped lewdly against the 
parted, love juice moistened lips of her vagina. 

For a moment, she still tried to free herself, grinding her hips, trying to 
crawl forward, then she stopped. She realized that the more she struggled 
the more pain she would bring on herself. She lay still to ease the pain of 
the cruel and complete invasion of her rectum by his monstrous cock. Even 
so, each time the gross member throbbed, pushing out in all directions at 
the tortured tube of her anus, the agony was excruciating. 

"Man! I swear she was cherry in the ass! She is tight!!" Pepe gasped, his 
eyes bulging. 

"She ain't cherry no more," Julio chuckled, leering at the greasy brown 
stump of his partner's cock as it jutted obscenely from between her 
wide-held buttocks. He could see her torn pink nether lips, hairless and 
glistening with saliva, wetly clasping the brutal girth of the engorged 
penis. 

Bonnie just knelt there, her face buried ostrichlike in the cum-spattered 
coverlet, tears of pain and shame rushing from her eyes. 

Julio grew more and more aroused by the sight of the perversely coupled pair 
and began working over her down-hanging breasts and belly with his hard, 
cruel fingers, plucking at her nipples, kneading the lush supple mounds 
savagely as his lust-hardened cock jerked and twitched and dripped long 
gleaming strands of white pre-cum. 

"Come on, man!!" he growled impatiently. "Let me get in that cunt before I 
go crazy!!" 

Pepe sucked in a deep breath and his eyes fluttered shut as he nodded his 
head. It was time, allright. He locked his hands around Bonnie's flaring 
hips and rolled to one side, pulling her over backwards on top of him. His 
hugely throbbing cock was still embedded deep in her rectum and she was 
forced to lay full length on her back, hard against the ridges of his 
muscular chest and stomach. Her legs splayed apart limply on either side of 
his thighs and, as she realized her utter helplessness, a low mewl of defeat 
slipped from her battered lips. 

Julio straddled his companion's knees, reaching down to push Bonnie's 
quivering thighs even further apart. Then, taking hold of his hard, aching, 
cum-drizzling cock with both hands, he stuffed the massive purple head 
straight up into the open, gaping maw of her cunt. 

Gnashing her teeth, the doubly spitted Bonnie tried to utter no sound, but a 
tiny, piercing shriek erupted from her throat as the second man forced his 
rock-hard cock to slide up into her cunt, belly to belly with the hulking 
member already buried in her rectum. She lay there, sandwiched between the 
two men's hot and hairy loins, groaning from the hurt, the humiliation of 
what they were forcing her to endure. Only the thin wall of her cunt and ass 
were keeping the two huge cocks apart. Julio, too aroused from seeing his 
friend raping into the softly mewling woman's ass, began to screw madly into 
her hot wet pussy, heedless of the horrible pressure his frantic thrustings 
put upon her overstuffed loins. Even as he began to hunch into her open 
cunt, Pepe followed suit, matching fuck for fuck, his long thick cock 
gliding into her rectum as Julio's withdrew from her cunt so that there was 
always something hard and hurtful crammed into her. 

"Man! I can feeljour cock!!" Julio gasped. "I can feel it right through her 
cunt!!" 

"Me, too! Jesus, keep fucking her!!" Pepe howled. 

The young blonde was bounced between the two lustfully incited animals like 
a sack of foam rubber, the rudely insinuating lengths of their long cocks 
stabbing mercilessly into her loins like pile-drivers. 

The two gleaming rods of lust-bloated hardness skewered hard into her 
spastically jerking loins. The pinkly clasping softly farting edges of her 
cunt peeled back with Julio's cock on the backstroke, only to be ruthlessly 
crammed back in again as he lunged home. The same thing was happening 
between her cruelly parted asscheeks. Pepe's penis was fucking in and out, 
making the hairless anal lips smooth and pucker about his smoothly gliding 
shaft, pouting out from her soft white cleft like the fiery red lips of a 
chimp sucking on a nasty brown banana. 

Nothing in Bonnie's life had ever felt like that, had hurt like that. They 
were ripping her apart! 

Tearing her so badly that she'd never be of use to just one man again! The 
forceful impacts of Julio's groin smacking into her obscenely moist and 
sticky cunt sent her ass crashing back onto Pepe's monstrous erection. 
Pepe's brutal upward lunge into the rubbery heat of her rectum sent her poor 
cunt flying forward to meet Julio's next thrust. They were using her so 
callously, so sadistically that all she could do was cling to Julio's hairy 
shoulders, holding on for dear life as the twin engines of lust-heated male 
flesh sawed back and forth through her loins. 

"Man, this is good!" Julio wailed, wallowing in the hot, slippery juice that 
sputtered from her wetly clasping cunt and oozed down over his wildly 
jouncing scrotum. "So fucking good!" 

"You're a hot one, aren't you, lady? A real hot one," Pepe wheezed, nuzzling 
his face into the back of her neck as he savagely plunged his long thick 
cock in and out of her ass. 

"She's one hot fuck, all right!" Julio gurgled, his lips an inch or so from 
hers, his hot breath gusting over her tear-stained face. "She likes this 
kind of action, don't you, baby?" 

Bonnie let out a quavering yowl as the pistoning cocks picked up speed, as 
the obscene mutterings of the two men further incited them to fuck her 
faster, harder. Her eyes opened wide and she looked right into Julio's face, 
into his lust-reddened eyes, his gaping, slobber flecked lips. He was 
grunting into her face, grunting as he sank his hulking erection deep in her 
belly, as he greedily mauled her soft breasts. 

"You like it," he repeated, his eyelids narrowing to mere slits as he 
revelled in the tight wetness of her quivering cunt. 

Pepe pressed his lips to her ear and whispered the same thing: "You like 
it." He punctuated his sentence with a vicious anal thrust. 

Bonnie stiffened between them, her hands fluttering, her mouth opening and 
closing as her eyes bulged from their sockets. At their words, wild twinges 
of unadmitted desire exploded deep in her ravaged loins. Panicking, she 
tried to fight them down, to fight her way free of the constant, animalish 
lunging that was driving her out of her mind. 

"Go, baby," Pepe breathed, his cock fucking in and out of her ass in a red 
blur. 

"Cum, baby," Julio wheezed, his madly thrusting penis making her wet pussy 
sputter and fume noisily. 

They would not let her get away! She screamed in outrage, in terror as the 
lustful sensations billowed up in her ravaged body. 

"Noooooo!!!" she wailed, bawling like a little lost child trying to push 
Julio back, to squirm away from Pepe. 

The two men only held her tighter. Julio dropping his full weight onto her 
front, mashing his hairy chest against her softly quivering breasts, mashing 
his sweat-soaked loins into her upturned pussy. Pepe gripped her hips with 
iron hands, pulling down with all his might as he thrust up into the 
seething narrow passage of her rectum. 

As she was crushed between their hard-driving loins, their sweat-misted 
bodies, a drastic change began to come over her. Her utter helplessness in 
the situation in a strange way seemed to free her to enjoy, to even revel in 
the dual rape of her body. And as those masochistic feelings rose in her 
flesh, she felt horrible guilt. After all, she was not supposed to enjoy 
being raped! But the more guilt she felt, the more her excitement grew. It 
was a vicious cycle that could be broken by one thing and one thing only. As 
her shrill cries of anguish were replaced by low moans of passionate 
pleading, she realized what that one thing was . . . her own, shrieking, 
clawing, lust-incited climax! 

Her hips began to move with a seeming will of their own, thrusting backwards 
to meet the deeply plunging strokes of Pepe's cock as it probed to the 
bottom of her rectum, jerking forwards again to make her pussy swallow the 
whole throbbing length of Julio's cock. 

"She's getting it on!" Julio cried, working his hips even faster. 

"Cum, baby!" Pepe growled, sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck and 
holding her by the soft skin, like a tomcat holds his feline mate. 

Bonnie's whole body threshed wildly between the two men and as it did, she 
began swiveling her bottom cheeks, churning them in a lustfully inspired 
rhythm of their own, rolling them madly as the two skewering penises fucked 
into her tender young belly. 

"Oooooh!!" she moaned, the cry of raw animal lust bursting from her lips. 
"Ooooooh, yessssss!!! Yesss, come on!!! Come on!!!" 

She could hear Pepe and Julio laughing at her sudden arousal, her rapidly 
growing ecstasy, her mad pleadings for them to fuck her harder, deeper. 
Their lewd chuckling only turned her on more. 

"No, don't stop!!" she bawled, clutching at Julio's fat, sweating face. 
"Please, keep on, keep on fucking me!!" The crazy wild young woman pulled 
her attacker's slobbery mouth down on hers and thrust her little tongue 
between his teeth, waggling it wildly as her hips rolled, as her pussy 
milked his pistoning cock, as her rectum sucked at Pepe's plunging penis. 

Her lunatic moanings, her mad threshings only drove the men further into 
their fuck-fever. Their animal grunts of lust mingled with the nasty wet 
sounds of aroused flesh colliding with aroused flesh. 

When it hit her, it was like a bolt of lightning striking in her loins. 
Orgasm! 

"Arrrrghhhhh!!" she screamed, rearing up between them, her eyes bulging with 
ravening hunger as the delicious waves of pleasure lanced into her belly. 
Her pussy and anus began to convulse spastically about the still-stabbing 
cocks, teasing the joy from them. She was cumming around both hard-driving 
poles, begging and pleading with them to do it harder, faster, and when they 
did, when they pulled out all the stops, sprinting for their own separate 
finish lines, the bottom of the world dropped out from under her. 

Bonnie pitched headlong into the black pit of oblivion, only dimly aware of 
the demonic frenzy of the fucking into her loins, of the wild reciprocating 
gyrations of her ass. Again and again, as she tumbled through the darkness, 
light exploded in her skull, harsh white light. It illuminated the inside of 
her mind from horizon to horizon. Every fiber of her being was trembling at 
those impossible flashes, flashes that were immediately followed by a 
soul-shattering rush of pleasure that threatened to destroy her mind. 

Somewhere, far above her, she could faintly hear a woman's hoarse, pleading 
voice. "Cum in me! Cum in me!!" the woman cried. The woman was her. 

 Chapter Seven 

As Jim pulled the Mercedes up into his driveway, a feeling of peace slipped 
over him. He was returning home, he felt, really coming home for the first 
time in a long, long time. All the way back from Lana's place, he'd thought 
about his wife, about her unexplainable excitement, her sudden urge to 
please him. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed likely to him 
that what she'd done had been motivated by an honest feeling of love. He had 
been horribly wrong to think that Bonnie would ever try and trick him into 
staying with her. It shamed him to think that he'd allowed himself to 
imagine such a thing of her. 

Bonnie was the kind of decent, wholesome girl who would never even consider 
such a thing as tricking him by faking a new interest in sex. Lana, on the 
other hand, was capable of almost anything, as he had just learned. Jim was 
glad to be rid of the nympho redhead, to be back on the straight and true 
path. 

He felt amazingly good and found himself very hungry. He had to think about 
it a minute before he realized that he hadn't eaten any dinner. He grinned 
as he pulled the keys from the ignition. He would surprise Bonnie by taking 
her out to a real nice place for supper, that way he could make up with her 
and fill his aching, empty stomach at the same time! 

As he slipped out of the driver's seat, he remembered that he'd put the .357 
Magnum in the glove compartment. It wasn't a good idea, he knew, to leave 
something like that out where it could be stolen. He shuddered at the 
thought of that massive weapon falling into the hands of some drug-crazed 
young hoodlum. With that gun, a person could literally shoot down a wall! He 
took the revolver from the glove box and slipped it into his coat, then shut 
the car door. 

He walked up the walk, up the stairs to the wide veranda and slipped his 
house key in the lock. As soon as he stepped into the house, he knew that 
something was very, very wrong. Bonnie was a very fastidious housekeeper and 
she would've never left the living room in such a state, not even after a 
big fight like they'd had. Then he heard something. It sounded like it had 
come from upstairs. 

"Bon . . ." He began, but he stopped in mid-word as he recognized what the 
sound had been. His lower lip began to tremble, his hands to shake with 
horror. 

The sound that was coming down to him in the living room, coming down 
through the ceiling, was the sound of Bonnie and his big queen-sized bed, 
the sound of the bedsprings creaking, laboring under some awful, grinding 
weight. 

Then he heard a cry that chilled his blood. It was Bonnie's voice letting 
out a shriek of raw, animal lust that he had never heard before, never even 
thought she was capable of emitting. 

"No .. . no . .. no," he said, shaking his head, trying to clear it. What 
was going on?!!! 

"Ooooooh, yesssss!! Yessss, come on!!" howled the distant voice, the voice 
of his prim and proper young wife. 

With legs that weighed a ton, Jim Frees shuffled for the stairs that led to 
the upper floor and the source of the obscene shrieking. His hand gripped 
the bannister so hard that his knuckles turned white from the pressure. 

The closer he got to their bedroom, the louder the cries became and the more 
distinctly he could make them out. He could tell that Bonnie was in there 
with a man; he could hear the rasping male breathing, the guttural growls of 
pleasure over the harsh, rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings. 

For the second time that evening, Jim Frees was about to confront something 
horrible, something that he did not want to see. He moved like a 
sleepwalker, unable to stop his feet from shuffling ahead, from taking him 
right up to the open bedroom door. 

His face was ashen as he peered in, as he saw them on the bed. The light 
that was in his eyes only moments before blinked out, forever. 

There, on the rumpled semen-stained coverlet was his lovely young wife, 
nakedly entwined like a five-dollar whore with two equally naked men of 
Mexican decent. The first thought that rampaged through his brain was that 
Bonnie had been telling the truth about the latin intruder, that the man had 
indeed come back to get her. But the lewd moans and mewls of pleasure he 
heard rushing from her parted lips destroyed that feeble hope. If Bonnie was 
being raped by the two men, it was a toss up who was raping whom. 

He could see it all, their bodies glistening with the sweat of their frenzy, 
the dark skinned, thick veined cocks hard and gleaming with Bonnie's slick 
love juices as they slam-banged her cunt and ass at the same time. 

"Cum in me! Cum in me!" Bonnie wailed. 

Her words cut into Jim's soul like a rusty razor. He watched dull-eyed as 
she writhed and jerked frantically between them, greedy for every inch of 
their hard-thrusting cocks. 

Jim's right hand went into his coat pocket. He wasn't really thinking about 
his hand or what it was doing. It was as though his hand was a long, long 
ways off. His hand came out of the pocket holding the huge magnum pistol. 
Though the gun was very heavy, Jim didn't seem to notice it. It seemed light 
as a feather. He cocked back the hammer with the ball of his thumb and 
raised the pistol up, lining the thick-bladed ramp sight up with Julio's 
sweat-streaming face. 

"Jesus!!" Pepe howled, his eyes bulging with fear, his hand pointing at the 
gray faced man in the bedroom doorway. "Look out, Julio!! He's got a gun!!" 

Julio didn't even turn to look back. He ripped his cock from Bonnie's pussy 
and started to vault over the bed. 

Then the whole room was racked by an incredible explosion. A foot-long flame 
belched from the muzzle of the magnum and Julio was hurled into the air as 
if flicked by some giant finger. He came down on the floor with a dull thump 
and did not stir except for the mad, convulsive kicking of his dead feet. 

"Nooooo!!!" Pepe screeched, shoving Bonnie off him, lunging at Jim with an 
insane look in his eye. 

The gun bucked again, and again the giant invisible finger flicked out, 
sending Pepe slamming against the bedstead and bouncing off onto the floor 
on his face. There was a huge ragged hole in the middle of his back. 

"God! Oh, God!!!" Bonnie babbled, her eyes wide with terror, her hands 
reflexively clutching at her soft throat. 

"It's going to be all right," Jim said, softly. "Everything is going to be 
all right." Then he raised the gun and fired. 


End
