Three On The Make
[aka 'Three In Bed']
by Ginger See


FOREWORD 

There are times when it takes a change of scene to bring about a change in 
behavior. Psychologists tell us this is particularly true in sexual matters. 
Often, the best way to do away with an unreasonable sexual inhibition is to 
move the patient into an unfamiliar atmosphere in which the unexpected 
becomes the norm. 

Correlated to this is the concept of role playing. The sexually repressed 
individual can often rise above destructively inhibited patterns of behavior 
by putting him or herself into acting out another individual's role, just as 
though participating in a carefully constructed dramatic presentation. 

Sandra Jeski, an attractive, sexually desirable young wife, has a 
deep-seated fear of certain aspects of her physical relationship with her 
aggressive, self-assured husband. Not only has she sub- limated this fear by 
channeling her appetites into a desire for material goods, such as an 
extravagant new home, but she has also placed her marriage in real danger. 
Her physically attractive, sexually active husband has been forced to turn 
elsewhere for fulfillment, even to Sandra's best friend. The friend, 
recently divorced and in need of sensual satisfaction, is only too eager to 
oblige, apparently feeling no sense of loyalty to Sandra. 

Through a series of fortuitous events, Sandra, her husband, Hal, and her 
disloyal friend arrive at an unusual situation which allows them to act out 
their deepest sexual fantasies and which frees Sandra forever from the 
demons which have kept her emotions imprisoned. 

The Publishers 


Chapter One 

Hal Jeski smiled at the woman and nodded his head. Goddamn it, he thought, 
they're all alike. All she wants out of me is a little trip in the sheets. 
The fact that he gave good service at his gas station, kept her car running 
in tiptop shape, and had the best price schedule in town made no difference 
in the least. 

Hal worked hard. He had ever since he bought the station from old Joe 
Wheeler. The customer is king, Joe told him, and he had done everything he 
could to make this his policy. Still, there were people like Mrs. Smitts, 
who had just pulled out of his black-topped lot. They were only interested 
in the fact that their husbands had started neglecting them because they had 
never done a blasted thing to keep their aging bodies in shape, and they 
hoped he would do more than service their cars. Hal had responded on 
occasion, but he had only done so when he was really interested in the woman 
herself. There had been a couple of times, though, he had to admit, when he 
actually performed sexually with business in mind. Everybody did that, 
though, he told himself. He could hold his breath and close his eyes if it 
meant being the regular mechanic on Mrs. Ben's Rolls Royce, or on Mrs. 
Terrist's Mercedes. 

As long as Sandra never found out he was all right. Sandra, his wife of 
three years, was the jealous type. He found it best to keep his life at the 
service station and his life at home completely separate. There had been 
some evenings when he was hard put to perform adequately once he and Sandra 
were in bed, but he had managed. 

Hal had always been built for action when it came to sex. Not only did he 
have tremendous stamina, he had the drive to go with it. Most of the time, 
from morning to night, he found one thing on his mind, raw sex. Maybe it was 
the fact that he walked around the station sporting half an erection that 
made his female customers respond the way they did. Some of the men 
responded as well, but Hal ignored their advances. He was not inclined that 
way, not in the least. 

He reached down and cupped his denim encased genitals in his big, greasy 
hand. They felt nice and warm, tingling with life as usual. Hal was proud of 
the way he was endowed. Nine inches of thick penis flopped between his 
extravagantly muscled thighs, and it seemed ever larger when he was wearing 
his tight Levi's because his huge, bull size testicles pushed it forward 
into a delicious looking bulge. That bulge was just below window height when 
he serviced the cars that pulled in for gas, and there was not a woman in 
town, regardness of her age or marital status, who could keep her eyes away 
from it. 

As his hand squeezed it gently, Hal's cock began to harden, stretching to 
its full, heavy erect size and making his loins itch for hot, close action. 

"Hi," said a musical sounding voice. The woman had driven up to the pump 
while he was standing there playing with himself, and Hal had never noticed. 

"Uh, hi, Candy. How you doing?" To make matters worse, it was his wife's 
best girl friend. "Can I help you?" 

Candy Harris giggled. "Can I help you might be a better question. You look 
like you need some right about now." Her large hazel eyes were focused 
directly on Hal's burgeoning crotch. 

Candy was bold. Hal had found that out when she came to dinner at their new 
house the week before. He asked Sandra if she wanted a housewarming, and she 
had told him later. First, she wanted to have her best friend over for 
dinner, to show off. It seems the two of them had a girlhood bet about which 
of them would be the first to live in a home of her own. 

Candy had won. She married a man whom she met while she was away at school, 
and his parents had bought them a house as a wedding present. Hal remembered 
that Sandra sulked for days when she received the news. 

Now, a little over a year later, Candy was home again and in the process of 
divorce. Rumor had it that one man was not enough for her. She had become 
bored with her young husband and started seeing other men, often not very 
particular who they were or where she picked them up. 

Just as Candy was moving back to town, Hal and Sandra were getting settled 
in their new home. Sandra had nagged for it from the day they were married, 
always dissatisfied with their small, economical apartment. Now she had her 
house. It meant that Hal had to work longer hours to make the payments. It 
also meant that his attentions to other women, women with big cars, became 
more frequent. 

Hal had not met Candy before the night she came to dinner. He was struck at 
once with her fresh, girlish beauty. Her brown hair brushed her shoulders, 
and her figure was softly curved. Her breasts, he noticed to his 
satisfaction, were large, larger than Sandra's without being oversized for 
her slim, lithe frame. Most of all, Hal was struck with how Candy looked at 
him with those immense hazel eyes of yers. There were tiny specks of gold 
and brown in them, and she used them to her best advantage. 

"It's awfully nice to meet you, Hal," she said, extending her long, slim 
hand. "Sandra's told me so much about you." Her eyes slithered down his body 
to rest on his tightly packed crotch, just as they were resting now. 

"Yeah, she's told me about you too." He felt a bit uncomfortable and his 
penis began to stir as though it had a mind of its own and was basking in 
the young woman's attention. 

"Oh," Candy said, giggling. "I hope what she said was good." Her hand 
lingered in his, her eyes moving rapidly up and down his taut body. "Get 
Candy a glass of wine," Sandra said quickly. 

"Yeah, sure. Red or white?" Hal turned away, trying to hide his rapidly 
expanding hardon from both women. 

"Whatever your choice is," Candy answered gaily. She turned to Sandra as Hal 
left the room. "God has been good to you, baby. He's a real hunk," she said 
loudly enough for Hal to hear. 

Later, Sandra left the living room, excusing herself to put dinner on the 
table. As soon as she was gone, Candy leaned toward him. 

"I'm so thrilled to meet Sandra's husband. You're much more exciting than 
she let on in her letters." 

"Thanks." Hal was uneasy again, intensely aware of the girl's sexually 
arousing presence. 

"I guess she was afraid I'd come back and try to take you away if she told 
me how sexy you really were." She smiled at him and sipped her wine. 

"Do you like our new house, Candy?" Hal asked, trying to change to safer 
subjects. 

"Oh, yes. But I never knew this section of town existed." 

"It's a new development. This all used to be woods." 

"A lot of it still is," Candy said, draining her wine glass. 

Hal poured her another from the carafe on the table. Her fingers brushed his 
as he took the glass. "That's why Sandra and I liked it," he said. "The 
woods made us feel like we were moving to the country." 

"You could do a lot in those woods. Did you ever do it in the woods, Hal?" 
Her voice was direct, her manner casual with undertones of excitement. 

"Yeah, well, sure, when I was a kid." He shifted on the couch, embarrassed. 

"I love doing it in the woods, when I'm with the right man, that is." Again, 
her eyes traced up and down his body. 

Hal found himself responding. This girl might be his wife's best friend, but 
she was coming on to him as though she thought he were fair game. What the 
hell, he decided, maybe he was. 

Sandra called them to dinner, and, as they started for the dining room, 
Candy brushed against him, pushing her firm, pointed breast into his upper 
arm. Hal grunted in surprise and satisfaction. He could feel the heat of the 
woman's body through both their clothes. 

Candy looked up at him and smiled. "Later," she whispered. 

"You can fill my tank," Candy called out. She smiled at Hal out of the 
window of her sports car, her eyes still planted firmly on his fully 
expanded crotch. 

"Sure," Hal said. He moved to the back of the car self-consciously, his 
hugely erect penis binding in his tight denim pants. Inserting the hose, he 
pumped the gas and then went around to the front to clean the windshield. 

Candy leaned out of the window. "Got time to go for a ride with me?" she 
asked, voice purring. 

"A ride? Where?" 

"Oh, I thought we could explore those woods near your house. You know, we 
were talking about it the other night before dinner." 

"Oh, those woods," Hal answered, his voice tight. He was very aware of where 
Candy's eyes were looking. His own gaze strayed to the deep cleavage visible 
through the vee of her half unbuttoned blouse. Her soft skinned breasts 
curved like full, fresh melons just waiting for a man's touch. 

"I'm pretty busy," he said, not really meaning it. Candy was beautiful, and 
she was making herself so available to him it was hard to resist. 

"Oh, come on, Hal. I haven't been out in the woods with a guy for years. My 
husband was such a stick in the mud. I promise you a good time, and nobody 
ever has to know, especially Sandra. You're safe with me." 

He felt himself relenting. What difference did it make, anyway? Candy had as 
much to lose as he did. There was no way Sandra ever would find out. She had 
not found out about him and the women he serviced while he serviced their 
big, expensive cars. Why should this be any different? 

"Sure," he said. "I can get away." 

He walked over to where Jerry, the boy who worked for him, was installing a 
head gasket. 

"Jerry, look after things. I'm gonna be away for a while." 

Jerry looked over at the young woman in the car and grinned. Winking at Hal, 
he said, "I'll bet you are." 

Hal felt his cheeks go red. "She's got a noise in her engine. I have to 
listen to it." 

"Sure you do, boss. I told you about those two girls who had me out 
listening to their van the other day, didn't I? I get the picture. How much 
you want to bet her noise is the same one they had? Don't bother taking your 
tool kit. You got everything you need to service this call." 

"Knock it off, kid. Just look after things and keep your mouth shut, okay?" 

"Sure, Hal. You know I will." He grinned broadly at his boss and went back 
to work on the gasket. 

"This looks like a good spot," Candy said, pulling her car to a stop beneath 
a huge, gnarled tree. "Let's go play in the woods." By now, Hal was more 
than ready. As they drove along, he kept his eyes on Candy's lithe, supple 
body. He watched her long, tapering legs and wondered how they would feel 
wrapped about his waist, her heels pounding against his back. The more he 
watched her, the more excited he became. His already erect penis ached for 
release. He could feel the semen building in his large, egg shaped balls. 
"You got a blanket or anything?" Hal asked. 

"Sure. It's in the trunk. Here are the keys." She handed him the car keys, 
dropping them into his palm and giggling with excitement. She felt like a 
child doing something naughty. Candy had never been able to get over that 
sensation. From the time she began experimenting with sex she had always had 
the idea she was doing something terribly wicked whenever she was with a 
man. The only time the wickedness was not present was when she was with her 
husband. There was something about sleeping with the same person every night 
that took all the excitement out of it for her. It was situations like this 
one with Hal, her best friend's handsome husband, that aroused her to the 
full heights of lust. Even now, she could feel the drops of female moisture 
oozing out between her sensitive cunt lips. Her pussy was hot and ready for 
attention. She wondered what Hal liked to do with a woman. Well, she thought 
to herself, she would soon find out. 

"Come on," Hal called, the blanket rolled up under his arm. 

The two of them headed off into the woods, Candy leading the way. Hal kept 
his eyes on her small, softly rounded buttocks. They swayed slightly as the 
girl romped along, avoiding low hanging branches and moss covered rocks. His 
hands itched to cup those tender butt halves, feeling their cheeky 
fleshiness against his palms, squeezing them until Candy squealed with 
passion. It would not be long now. 

Candy ducked under a branch that nearly brushed the ground and found herself 
in a tiny clearing. "Oh, Hal, look. It's perfect. Just like something out of 
a story." 

Hal came to stand beside her. The clearing was indeed beautiful. Completely 
secluded, it was surrounded on all sides by dense growth; pines, bushes, 
long grasses, and a few wild flowers. No one would ever stumble upon them 
here. It was as if the place had been designed especially for what they had 
in mind. 

Hal reached out and pulled Candy to him. Her body melded into his, her firm 
breasts crushing against his tightly muscled chest. He lifted her chin with 
his hand and lowered his lips to hers. The hotness of her mouth was 
tremendous. Hal kissed, moving his lips over Candy's, breathless with the 
way she responded. 

She was an animal, her tongue shooting out to enter his mouth, pushing his 
lips apart to explore the smooth ridge of his straight, white teeth. 

Answering her, Hal pushed his big, thick tongue into the woman's mouth, 
forcing it in far enough to tickle wildly at the hard roof of her mouth. 
Soft, sensuous sounds came from Candy's straining throat. She could hardly 
believe she was this aroused so quickly. There would be little time for 
foreplay, she was sure. She knew what she wanted, and she knew exactly where 
to find it. 

With one hand, she reached between their tightly held bodies. Working her 
fingers downward, she touched Hal's rigid, throbbing erection. She pressed 
into its hardness with her fingertips, and Hal let out an excited grunt. His 
arms supporting Candy's back, he slowly lowered her trembling body to the 
ground. She lay pillowed in the long, soft grass, the blanket completely 
forgotten. She would have stains on the back of her skirt and blouse, and 
she did not care in the least. 

Raising her arms, she pulled Hal down on top of her. His body pressed into 
hers, and she felt the aching hardness of his entrapped penis throbbing 
against her sensitive groin. Their lips met again, and they kissed 
frantically, the spittle passing between them. They squirmed against one 
another, insane with mutual need. 

Candy's hands moved incessantly up and down Hal's back, exploring all the 
hard muscles, feeling the strength of his working man's body. 

"Let's get naked," Hal growled, breaking their kiss. 

They started to strip, totally unaware that their every move was being 
watched. 

Doubtlessly at this point neither Candy or Hal would have cared even if they 
knew. 

Chapter Two 

Hando Rubosa crouched behind a bush, watching intently. He was so used to 
being on display that he found this chance to watch a strange couple making 
love a rare and exciting treat. His black eyes were wide as he watched them 
undressing. The girl was beautiful, built like a slim, perfectly 
proportioned marble statue. The sunlight, dappled by the leaves overhead, 
played over her tawny body, and Hando felt himself growing warm and restless 
in response. That was unusual for him. From the time he was little more than 
a child he had been used as a sex machine, a creature trained and 
conditioned to perform at will, to put on a show for anyone having the money 
to pay for it. His usual arousal was purely artificial, designed to 
entertain and titillate. This spontaneous stirring at the sight of a 
remarkably sexy woman was strange for him, and he found himself enjoying it 
immensely. 

He regarded the man, a handsome, spectacularly built blond, with interest. 
He was, Hando decided, worthy of the animalistic, brown-haired female. As 
the stud dropped his tight pants, Hando saw that his arching erection was 
not as big as his own, but more than sufficient to meet any woman's need. 
This would without doubt be a performance well worth watching. He settled 
down to view it, his hand moving to caress his highly prized genitals, 
tightly packed inside skin-tight black pants. Something told him that before 
this was over he would spill one or maybe more loads of white, starchy seed 
all over the tall grass. Marta would be angry if she found out, but there 
was no reason in the world for her to ever know. "Oh, shit," Candy moaned, 
"your cock is one of the most beautiful ones I've seen in a long time." She 
reached out to caress Hal's throbbing, heart-shaped tip with cool fingers. 

"I bet you've seen a lot of them too, haven't you?" Hal grunted, arching his 
trim pelvis forward as though inviting the woman to explore him as much as 
she liked. 

"I've seen a few but not nearly as many as I'd like." She looked him in the 
eye, her gaze open and wanton. "I never get enough, Hal, no matter how many 
pricks I have." Her fingers tightened around his thick, vein-encircled 
shaft, and she could feel his heart beating within it. The blood pumped 
beneath her hand, engorging his penis until it ached with hardness. All of 
this is because of me, she thought with a shiver. 

Candy lay on her side, and Hal knelt beside her. Her eyes roamed up and down 
the length of his hard, strongly built body. God, what an animal he was. She 
could smell the sweetly acrid sweat of his body, and it made her twitch with 
sexual hunger. His throbbing prick lay in her palm, its moist, reddish tip 
only inches from her face. She bent forward and held his blunt, knobby head 
to her nose. Through flaring nostrils, she sniffed at it eagerly. 

Hal chuckled, his voice tight with raw passion. "Aw, shit, you're just like 
a bird dog. You like that smell, bitch?" 

Candy grinned up at him lewdly. "Yeah, I love it. It smells ripe and ready. 
Christ, Hal, you're sexy. I can smell your musk along with good, honest 
sweat and piss." 

He laughed. "There's probably some dried cum there too." 

Anger flashed in her eyes. "Is there some of Sandra's cunt juice too? Am I 
taking secondhand stuff because you were too fuckin' lazy to take a bath 
this morning?" 

"Naw. That little cunt I'm married to wouldn't give me any last night. I 
jacked off this morning after I got to the station. After going without last 
night, I was so goddamn horny by the time I got to work I had to take the 
pressure off or I wouldn't be able to think about anything else all day 
long." 

"That seems like a terrible waste, all that nice, fresh cream splashing 
against the back wall of a urinal." Her warm breath caressed the taut head 
of his cock as she spoke. 

"Maybe. We won't waste this load though, will we?" He gazed down at her, her 
face an inch from his cock. As he watched, he saw a single large drop of 
preseminal fluid ooze from the long slit in the end of it. He was more than 
ready now, and if Candy did not hurry up, he would come in her hand. 

"Can I suck you?" she whispered, her naked body squirming wantonly at the 
thought of having his huge prick in her mouth. "Sure, but don't do it too 
much, or I'm gonna come in your throat." 

"What's wrong with that? I love the taste of cum. Every man tastes 
different. Did you know that?" 

"I heard it. I don't know from experience." He wished she would hurry up and 
get on with it. His gonads ached with excitement. 

"Did you ever taste your own?" Her free hand snaked in between his legs. She 
began running it up and down along his inner thighs, moving lightly, her 
finger tips ruffling his wiry golden fuzz. 

"Yeah, a couple times I licked off my fingers after I jerked off. Just 
curious, you know?" 

"I know," she replied, giggling. "One guy I used to play around with when I 
was in high school wouldn't let me swallow it. He made me hold the cum in my 
mouth, and he'd lick it out and eat it himself." 

"Sounds messy." Hal wondered if Candy was deliberately trying to torture him 
with this kind of talk, drive him to a point of passion where he would rape 
her. If that was her game, she was succeeding. 

"It was pretty sexy, actually," she replied. "We used to do it all the time. 
He really loved eating his own cum. Sometimes when he'd fuck me, he'd eat 
out my cunt right afterwards and suck up all the cream he'd just pumped into 
me. It's really terrific having a guy eat you out right after you've been 
fucked. My cunt was so sensitive by the time he put his tongue into it that 
I'd just scream with excitement. Sometimes he made me come all over again 
just by licking his cum out of me." 

"Are you gonna suck my cock or not?" Hal asked, the impatience clear in his 
tone. 

Hando Rubosa cupped his hand to his ear, trying to hear what the young 
couple were talking about. Perhaps he should take a chance on sneaking 
closer. He decided against that. If they discovered him, he would not get to 
watch them have sex. As it was, he was sure he was about to see the girl 
fellate the big blond male, just the way it was sometimes done to him during 
the Ritual. By now, though, he had grown so used to that that it hardly 
seemed sexual any more. It was simply something he did because Marta told 
him he had to do it. It was how they got money. Everything was a way to get 
money, it seemed. Had this blond man paid the woman to do what she was doing 
now? 

Hando watched, his black eyes wide, as the brown-haired woman bent forward, 
her full, lush-looking lips closing over the shiny head of the man's penis. 

"Aw, shit," Hal moaned, "your mouth is so hot, it feels like an oven. Aw, 
shit, use your tongue on my tip, under the ridge of it, just like that. Ah, 
yeah, that feels so gooo-ooood." 

As she sucked wildly at the apricot-shaped head of his cock, Candy's fingers 
caressed the shaft lovingly, treating it as though it were a finely carved 
piece of art. She stroked eagerly, her breath coming in short, frantic 
bursts as she continued to flick her tiny pink tongue over the smooth 
surface of his leaking head. Her mouth was filled with the sweet, earthy 
flavor of his generously flowing precum, and she swallowed eagerly, loving 
the lewdly exciting taste of it. Soft, mewling sounds came from her throat, 
the cries of a sex-crazed animal. Her fingertips felt the bluish veins that 
ran along his nine-inch pole of virile masculinity. They pulsed under her 
touch, forcing even more of his lust-heated blood into his already bursting 
erection. 

Hal's hair-covered loins began moving forward and back, the muscles of his 
trim buttocks knotting and loosening as the girl continued to suction at his 
throbbing tip. Her small, smooth, hands were everywhere at once, drawing up 
and down the length of his burgeoning erection, lifting and weighing his 
huge, rolling balls, tenderly teasing the leathery sac of his scrotum, 
running over the thousands of screaming nerve endings in his inner thighs. 

Again and again, her wet tongue licked salaciously over the bulbous head of 
his totally excited prick. He gasped aloud and shivered with excitement. The 
extreme warmth of her saliva almost burned him. The brown-haired girl, 
naked, her body writhing with passion, moaned as though she had been starved 
for a month and was now gorging herself at the most lavish banquet one could 
imagine. 

From his hiding place, Hando could hear her groans. She sounded like some of 
the women who came to see Marta, the atmosphere and Marta's secret potions 
turning them into lewdly aroused animals. This was more exciting to him, 
though, because he could stand back and watch it all happen. Instead of his 
being in the eye of the whirlpool, the blond man, so totally different in 
appearance from him, was on the receiving end of all that unbridled passion. 
As though they had a mind of their own, Hando's long, slim fingers 
unbuttoned his skin tight pants and reached inside the gap seeking the huge, 
coiled snake that lay within. With extreme effort, they pulled it forth, 
eleven inches of hard, pulsating male meat. The long foreskin draped his 
fist-shaped cockhead as though it were hiding something so exciting it had 
to be kept from human eyes. Hando's hand wrapped around his burgeoning 
stalk, and he marveled at the hard, hot feel of it. He was ready to explode, 
just from watching the lewd antics of the couple in the clearing. Slowly, 
his hand began to move. 

Candy moved her soft, pink lips down the turgid length of Hal's rock hard 
penis. As she moved, her tongue tasted the salty flavor of it. The tangy 
essence excited her even more. She drew her mouth into a tight, demanding 
oval, sliding it over his taut prick flesh like a custom fitted metal ring. 
The warmth of her embracing lips enclosed Hal's penis with a heavy pressure. 
His arousal was complete, and he tossed his head from side to side, animal 
groans issuing from his half-parted, gasping lips. His body shuddered with 
repeated waves of raw, open lust. He could feel every swipe of Candy's 
naked, coaxing tongue. It drove him onward down the one way path of total 
sexual abandon. Why could Sandra not be even a little like this? Her 
lovemaking was so cold, so predictable. Before he could get her to take his 
penis into her mouth, he had to get her so sloppy drunk she usually passed 
out before he reached climax. Besides that, her sucking was totally 
uninspired. He wished he knew why it was that Candy seemed so fantastically 
different from his wife. They had grown up together, always been best of 
friends. Why had not Candy taught Sandra a few things along the way? Hal 
shuddered, the heavy muscles of his back rippling with excitement. He shoved 
his penis deeply into her throat, expecting her to choke on the extreme 
thickness of it the way Sandra always did. Candy did not gag. She took 
everything he had to give, swallowing deeply and fluttering the tightly 
constricting muscles of her throat around the throbbing length of his 
agitated organ of lust. This girl was a real expert. Her sucking was no 
half-hearted effort. This was real fellatio, performed as nature intended. 

"Oh, baby," Hal groaned. "You suck it so good. Oh, God, I can feel it way 
down in my guts. Suck my guts out, baby. Make me come hard right down your 
hot, tight gullet." 

He groaned loudly as the engulfing wetness of Candy's mouth and throat 
closed relentlessly around his thick, throbbing prick. He looked down at the 
beauty of her naked body, her large, melon-shaped breasts swaying and 
bobbing as she worked on his hard cock. Her mouth moved hungrily over his 
taut flesh, and he could watch it all, seeing the soft lushness of her full 
lips as they moved up and down the ivory smoothness of his hardened prick. 
It was so exciting. Why could it never be like this with Sandra? 

Candy squeezed his swollen, sperm-filled testicles with her soft palm, 
milking him, coaxing the sticky semen to the boiling point. They were heavy, 
loaded with living matter, waiting to explode down the girl's greedy throat. 

Grabbing the back of Candy's head with both hands, Hal pushed hard into her 
tightly held mouth, shoving far into her throat. As before, she took it all, 
contracting her muscles around his hardness. She breathed excitedly through 
flaring nostrils, her breath ruffling his lush pubic curls. He pushed again 
and then pulled out of her. He was fucking her mouth, his hips and pelvis 
moving in exactly the same pattern as if he were screwing into her enflamed 
pussy. In, out in out again. The constant friction against the head and 
length of his flaming penis took its toll, and suddenly he was coming. 

"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaa!" he cried, his shout echoing off the trees. 

Hal threw his head back and cried out again and again. His pelvis shook, out 
of control, and he shoved into the woman's face, brutally bruising the back 
of her throat with the hard end of his vomiting sex tool. His gonads pumped 
out their sweet syrup, acting like a pair of tiny engines as they churned 
and ached with activity. The flow of sperm surged up through his swollen 
urethra and out through the quivering slit in the tip of his huge erection. 
It splattered into Candy's sucking gullet, and she gulped it down 
frantically, afraid she might lose even one drop. 

The gushing spurts of male milk slid down her throat to swirl heatedly in 
her belly as she continued to gulp, bringing exquisite pressure to bear 
along the whole length of Hal's throbbing member. He moaned and groaned, his 
body wracked with the delightful pain of prolonged orgasm. 

Candy lifted her head at last, her pink tongue licking the rest of his 
fresh, thick semen from her lips. "Christ, Hal, you're tremendous. You pack 
a real load too." 

"Did I taste good to you, baby?" Hal asked, his voice weak and his muscular 
body shaking with exhaustion. 

"First rate. As good as any man I ever had before." She lay back in the 
smoothly caressing grass, her body wiggling salaciously, ready to be teased 
to orgasm. "Why don't you rest for a few minutes?" she suggested. "I'll 
wait." 

"Maybe we better get back to the station. They'll be needing me." 

"No way, honey. I'm not ending this little show until I've had that huge 
prick of yours all the way up into my belly. I'm hungry for cock, and I 
don't care who knows it." 

Hal grinned, lying down beside her in the grass and running his big hand 
across the smoothness of her stomach. "I'll say you're cock hungry, baby, 
and I love it. I can hardly wait for you to come. I bet your cunt will rip 
me to pieces." His fingers found their way to Candy's large, up-pointing 
breasts, and he squeezed them, digging his fingertips into their buttery 
surface. 

Candy squirmed beneath his touch, more excited than she could remember being 
in a long time. "Oh, Christ, baby, the way I feel, we might end up staying 
here all night!" 

Chapter Three 

"Where is my husband?" Sandra demanded as she rolled down the window of the 
car. 

"He's out, Ma'am." 

Sandra scowled at Jerry, Hal's assistant. There was something about the boy 
she did not like, a sort of self-conscious arrogance that she did not 
appreciate. Did he not know she was his boss's wife? 

"Out? In the middle of the day? Where is he?" She tapped her fingers 
nervously on the rim of the steering wheel. 

"On an errand, Mrs. Jeski." The boy turned back to the car he was servicing. 

"When will he be back?" she asked, her voice shrill. 

"I don't know, Ma'am." Jerry looked at her again, leveling her with his blue 
eyes. "He didn't tell me." 

"I'm having trouble with the car. Can I leave it here?" 

"Sure, Mrs. Jeski. After all, your husband's the boss." 

Sandra turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. She was suddenly 
aware of how Jerry was looking at her, his eyes sliding up and down the 
length of her slim body. She must be mistaken, she decided. He was only a 
teen-ager. He could not be interested in her. After all, she was a married 
woman. Of course, she was only twenty-four, probably about six or seven 
years older than he was. To her surprise, Sandra found herself doing some 
looking of her own. Jerry was handsome, slim and rangy looking, with a large 
bulge in the crotch of his tight pants, almost as big a bulge as Hal's, she 
thought. She wondered if he went home as tired as Hal so often claimed to 
be. Even if he were tired, he probably still had stamina enough to take on 
five women like her. That was the way Hal had been when they first got 
married and before. The last few months or so it seemed to her he had been 
tired most of the time. It probably had a lot to do with his (Jverseeing 
construction of their new house. Well, that was done now, and perhaps their 
sex life would return to normal. 

"You'll have to drive me home," Sandra said to Jerry. "Can you get away to 
do that?" She was still annoyed. Why was Hal not at the garage, the way he 
was supposed to be at this time of day? 

"Yes, Ma'am. Fll turn things over to Solly. He runs the pumps, and so he'll 
be here anyhow." He wiped his hands on an oily rag, his blue eyes still 
appraising Sandra. 

Sandra went around to the passenger side and got into the car. Jerry slid in 
behind the wheel and started the engine. The woman was immediately aware of 
the smell of him, a mixture of grease and boyish sweat. The smell was 
exciting, reminding her of Hal, especially in the days when she had first 
known him. Excitedly, she remembered their first time. He had been shy, 
actually blushing as he touched her. She was shaking all over, knowing that 
as the young mechanic put his hands on her he was claiming everything she 
had. 

"Don't Hal. I can't... It's too exciting... wicked. We shouldn't..." He 
stopped her with a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Sandra felt her resistance 
melting as his big, work-roughened hands came up to cup her small, firm 
breasts. 

He could feel her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. They were 
swelling with excitement in response to his softly kneading fingers. Hal had 
to have her. They had been going together for a month now, and she had 
hardly let him touch her. Tonight, he had decided, it would be different. 
Hal was so aroused he was near explosion. He began thinking about their date 
early in the day, thinking about Sandra's slim, teen-age body, her fine, 
pointed breasts, her long, tapering legs. Tonight, after the movie, they 
would be completely alone. He could do as he liked. If he drove the car far 
enough out into the country, Sandra would have no choice but to go along 
with whatever he wanted to do. Hal was so hungry for her that he was ready 
to rape her if he had to. That would mean Sandra would have nothing more to 
do with him, but by now he did not care. He simply had to have her. What if 
she went to the police and reported him? No, he decided, Sandra would never 
do that. She could not bear the embarrassment. 

"Don't, Hal. I can't stand it. I can't help myself!" She squirmed in his 
arms, trying to get away from his questing, exploring hands. 

Reaching one arm around her slim back, Hal held her tightly. "No," he said, 
his voice harsh. "You're not getting away this time. I've had enough of 
that." 

"What do you mean?" Sandra asked, fear creeping into her tone. 

"You been putting me off for a month, teasing me, leading me on, always 
promising more than you're willing to put out. Tonight I'm going to 
collect." 

"No, Hal, no! I've done no such thing. I'm a good girl. Mamma told me ..." 
She tried to push him away. 

"Fuck Mamma!" Hal snapped. "I don't give a damn what she told you. Now 
you're here with me, and we're going to play the game my way." 

"Let me out. I'm going to walk home." 

He laughed. "It's over five miles, and there's nothing between here and 
there, no place to call, no place to get a ride. You're stuck, baby, and 
you're going to do as I say. We're gonna have a real good time." His fingers 
scrabbled at the front of her blouse. Finding the buttons, he pulled them 
open, ripping two of them off in the process. 

Sandra screamed again and again, continuing to struggle with the hugely 
muscled mechanic. Hal laughed, his voice cruel and harsh. He knew he had her 
exactly where he wanted her. There was nothing 

Sandra could do to stop him, and they both knew it. Besides, her useless 
struggle was extremely exciting to him. He was strong, in control, capable 
of forcing his will on the girl. He was an inflamed rapist, and he would not 
be satisfied until he opened her up and took her virginity. The very thought 
of pulling her slim legs apart and burrowing into her succulent pussy made 
Hal shiver with raw passion. 

Reaching into her gaping blouse, the big mechanic grasped the alabaster orb 
of her right breast. He squeezed it between his rough, blunt fingers, 
pinching the rubbery flesh until Sandra cried out in pain. 

"Please, please stop, Hal. That hurts," she sobbed. 

"I know it hurts, baby, and it's nothing to what you're going to feel before 
we're through tonight. I'm gonna take you, babe. I'm sick of farting 
around." He pushed her ripped blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. 
She sat naked to the waist, quivering with fear. 

Sandra's terror was having an interesting effect. She had never in her life 
been so frightened. Hal might do anything he wanted. He could kill her if he 
decided to do so, leaving her body in a beaten, crumpled heap by the side of 
the road. She was completely at his mercy. 

To her surprise, she found herself terribly excited by her very vulnerable 
position. Anything that happened was beyond her control. She had no 
responsibility in the matter. If he raped her, there was nothing she could 
do but lie back and try to make the best of it. 

A warmness began between her thighs. What if he raped her? What if he forced 
his huge cock between the quivering lips of her fleecy cleft? What would 
that feel like? She had to admit she was very curious. The other girls, the 
ones who had tried it, told her that sex with a man was wonderful, nearly 
beyond description. Up to now, her sense of guilt had kept her from doing 
more than dreaming about it. Now, suddenly, she had no choice in the matter. 
Her fear was rapidly turning into sensual desire. Besides everything else, 
she really liked Hal. If she were to have sex with anyone, she wanted it to 
be him. Suddenly, she was relaxed. 

"That's the way, baby," Hal whispered. "Just let yourself go. Let yourself 
understand how goddamn good it feels. It's nice when I play with your tits 
like this. Doesn't it make you feel all tingly all over?" 

"Oh, oh yes," Sandra answered, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. 
"It feels good, Hal, so gooooood!" She stretched languidly, like a cat on a 
warm windowsill. All at once she realized she was the object of sensual 
worship. Hal's hands were finding new zones of arousal each second. She 
basked in the attention, feeling wicked and lewdly alive. While she was 
still unsure of herself, Sandra was going forward. Hal's hands moving over 
her body made it impossible to hold back any longer. Now being only half 
nude seemed too confining. 

When Hal reached for her zipper, Sandra guided his fingers. He found the 
zipper slide and slowly worked it down its track, loosening her skirt. His 
hands pulled at the top of it, working it down over her creamy thighs. 
Sandra lifted her softly rounded buttocks and let him slide her skirt off 
and down ner legs. Now she wore only panties, pantihose, and loafers. 

"Shit, you're beautiful," Hal mumbled as he pulled her shoes off and let 
them fall to the floor of the car. 

Sandra giggled excitedly and arched her back, pushing her firm young breasts 
forward invitingly. Her brownish nipples stood out sharply, fully erect now 
and burning with sexual tension. Hal took them between the thumb and 
forefinger of each hand and squeezed gently, twirling them and making them 
tingle even more. 

"Ooooouuuuuuu," Sandra moaned. "Oh, Hal, you're making me feel just 
terrific. I wish it weren't so wrong." 

"Just can that shit, baby. Anything that feels good ain't wrong. Just 
remember that, and you'll be okay." 

"If you say so, Hal," Sandra whispered, smiling at him and blinking her 
large, blue eyes. She was his now, and both of them were fully aware of it. 
He was in charge, and she would follow wherever he led her. 

Still pinching the girl's sensitive nipples, Hal bent to kiss the lush, 
upper curve of her breasts. Sandra groaned with pleasure. 

"You're not afraid any more, are you?" the blond mechanic whispered. 

"No, oh, no," she answered, and suddenly she knew she meant it. The fear was 
gone, totally swept away by Hal's big, expert hands and by his warm, rubbery 
lips caressing her silken flesh. New images formed in her racing mind, ideas 
she had not dared to focus on ever before. She could imagine the two of them 
naked, touching one another again and again. She could see herself, fondling 
Hal's gigantic, throbbing penis, studying it, feeling every bump and vein of 
it. She wondered whether it would be as big as she suspected it was, and she 
quivered with excitement. 

"I can teach you a lot about really enjoying yourself if you think you're 
ready to learn." His left hand rested on her thigh, massaging it gently and 
sending new tremors of lust through her already aroused body. 

"I'm ready, Hal, more ready than I've ever been for anything." She listened 
to her voice, hardly able to believe she was forming the words... words so 
contrary to everything she had been taught all her life. 

She shook with waves of lustful passion. New sensations made themselves felt 
between her hotly alive thighs. She could feel the soaking drops of moisture 
gathering at the taut lips of her virgin pussy. She was getting ready. Her 
body was preparing itself. The idea of that excited her even more. 

Hal's fingertips moved now to the elastic band of her pantihose. Sandra 
gasped as he began pulling them down. Again, she raised her buttocks, 
letting him slip the filmy garment down over them to her dainty, girlish 
knees. She helped as he pushed them down her lower legs, and both of them 
worked over her narrow feet. Now all Sandra wore were her tiny bikini 
panties, and she felt free, more liberated than she had ever been. Throwing 
back her head, she laughed, the sound carrying with it all the lewd 
sensations she was feeling so intensely. 

"What's so funny?" Hal asked. 

"Nothing. No, everything. Oh, I don't know." She squirmed on the seat, the 
leather upholstery intimately caressing \her bare back. 

"Do something for me, will you?" Hal asked, his breathing quickening. 

"Anything." 

"Spread your legs a little. I want to feel your sweet little cunt right 
through your panties. You know, I just want to tease myself a bit before I 
strip them off you." 

Hurriedly, Sandra spread her long legs, looking down the length of her body 
at her carefully protected pussy. She could see its outline clearly in her 
flimsy panties. Hal's hand moved across her creamy white thigh, and he 
paused for a moment to run his fingers up and down the inner part of it, 
bringing soft mewling moans from her straining throat. She heard his 
breathing grow more shallow, and then he touched her crotch. He moved his 
fingers up and down slowly, rubbing her soft cunt through the filmy white 
fabric. She squirmed on the seat, delighted at the salacious feelings that 
coursed through her body. 

"Oh, God, that's beautiful, so warm and ready and ripe. I can hardly wait to 
taste it." 

"Taste it? What do you mean?" Sandra asked, mystified. 

"A sweet little virgin pussy like this one deserves a lot more than having a 
hard cock rammed into it. I'm gonna suck, and kiss, and lick you there until 
you beg for mercy." 

"Oh, God, Hal," Sandra exclaimed, quivering from head to toe. "I'll die!" 

"No you won't, babe. You'll love every second of it, and you'll scream for 
me to keep going." His fingers continued working up and down along the hot 
crease of Sandra's cunt. He could feel the moistness of the slit as it 
soaked through the filmy cloth of her tiny briefs. 

"Hal," Sandra whispered, "can I ask you something?" She spread her slim legs 
wider apart, letting him work his whole hand against her seeping pussy. The 
continuous movement of it against her tenderest flesh had her nearly out of 
her mind with passion. 

"Sure," he grunted. "What is it?" 

"Why don't you take your clothes off too? 

I want to see you naked." 

"How come? You want to see my cock?" He was teasing her, and she knew it. 
Her reply came quickly, and it surprised her as much as it did Hal. 

"Yes! I'm dying to see it. I want to hold it in my palm and squeeze it until 
you groan. I want to make you feel just the way I feel now with your hand 
massaging my place." 

Hal did not answer with words. Instead, he pulled his tight T-shirt off over 
his head, exposing his broad, nearly hairless chest. With a tiny grunt of 
approval, Sandra began to run her fingertips over the marble smooth flesh. 
It was hot to her touch but as glossy and flawless as a classically carved 
statue. She touched his tiny rosebud nipple, and her fingers pinched it as 
he had done to her. 

"Hey," Hal said, chuckling, "You're getting pretty bold, aren't you?" 

"Why shouldn't I? I'm here to learn, remember?" She watched in wonder as his 
tawny brown nipple grew erect, a tiny version of her own. 

Hal reached down and pulled off his boots and socks. Now all that remained 
were his tight, faded jeans. Taking Sandra's hand he moved it down along his 
chest to his belt line. "How'd you like to help me? You want to take off my 
pants for me?" 

She giggled. "Ooooou, yes. It'll be like opening presents at Christmas!" She 
found the catch of his heavy brass buckle and loosened his belt. Next, her 
fingers located the button at the waist of his pants, and she opened it 
deftly, hardly fumbling. 

"You're real good at this," Hal said lightly. "Almost like you've had 
experience." 

"None 'til now!" Sandra answered, running her fingers down into the gap in 
Hal's pants to feel the fringes of his lush pubic forest. 

He took her hand again and slowly moved it downward. Then he pressed down, 
pushing her palm against his penis. All that stood between was the thin, 
faded denim of his Levi's. Sandra gasped with excitement. 

"It's so hard!" she said. "I never felt anything so hard. It's like steel." 

"It's hard for you, baby, all for you. Now unzip me and I'll let you feel 
the real thing." 

Hurrying, Sandra found his* zipper with her fingertips. She pulled it down 
as quickly as she could, Hal arching his hips upward to ease the process. 
She sat back and looked at him. The thick blond curls in his groin were 
clearly visible, as was the thick, strong looking base of his engorged 
phallus. 

Grunting, Hal lifted his trim buttocks from the seat and pushed his tight 
pants down to his knees. His huge, inflamed cock flopped into view, the 
scent of it flooding the car. Sandra inhaled through flaring nostrils, her 
body soaring to new heights of unbridled passion. The odor of Hal's crotch 
was tangy and unbearably exciting. The sensation of it went directly to her 
quivering pussy, and she felt the seeping liquids increase in volume. She 
closed her eyes and lay back in the seat, ready for whatever came next. 

Chapter Four 

"It sure is quiet here, ain't it?" Jerry said in a low voice. 

Sandra opened her eyes and shook her head, clearing her mind. "What?" she 
asked. "Why are we stopped?" 

"I just wanted to show you one of my favorite places is all. It's real 
secluded and secret." 

Sandra looked around. They were completely surrounded by trees and bushes, 
the green lushness crowding right up against the car windows. Her thoughts 
had been so completely occupied with the past that she had no idea where 
they were or how they had arrived there. 

"Yes, it's very nice," she mumbled, trying to keep the panic from rising to 
the surface. She was alone with her husband's teen-age assistant, and there 
was no telling what was on his mind. She eyed him carefully, trying to keep 
him from seeing that she was doing so. Sure enough, there was a thick, 
prominent ridge extending down one leg of his tight pants. It looked as 
large as Hal's and was fully as hard as his was capable of growing. 

Her voice was even and controlled as she spoke again. "Start the car now, 
Jerry, and drive me home. I have things to do." 

The blond youth grinned at her and settled back against the door of the car, 
folding his arms across his chest. "Aw, hell, Ma'am, don't be in a hurry. 
It's so nice and private here, I thought you and I might get better 
acquainted." 

"Take me home!" There was a slight quiver in her voice now. Who did this boy 
think she was? She was his employer's wife. If she were to tell Hal about 
this, he would fire Jerry on the spot. The anger flared up in her, suddenly, 
unexpectedly. "Take me home right now!" she shouted, her voice shrill and 
demanding. 

"Aw calm down, Mrs. Jeski. Or should I call you Sandy?" He reached out for 
her. 

Sandra slapped his hand away. "Young man, this is ridiculous. I've a good 
mind to tell my husband about this." 

The boy's face fell, his confident smile replaced by lines of worry. "Aw, 
please, Ma'am, you wouldn't do that, would you?" His voice was pleading. 

"I fully intend to. Why would you try to pull something like this, anyway?" 

"If you want to know the truth," Jerry blurted, "I felt kinda sorry for you. 
I thought you deserved treatment as good as what your husband's getting this 
afternoon." He started the engine. 

"What are you talking about?" Sandra demanded. 

"Nothing. Forget it." He gunned the engine and started off down the country 
road, heading for the highway. 

"I will not forget it. What did you mean by treatment? Where is my husband, 
anyway?" 

Jerry glanced over at her. A glimmer of cunning flickered behind his eyes. 
"I'll tell you, if you promise not to report me to the boss." 

"It doesn't seem to me you're in a position to bargain," Sandra snapped, her 
hands balling into small, hard fists. 

Jerry shrugged his shoulders. "Why shouldn't I bargain? If I'm going to lose 
my job anyhow, why should I tell you anything?" 

Sandra scowled angrily. The boy was perfectly right. If she wanted to know 
where Hal was, she would have to play Jerry's silly game. "Oh, very well," 
she said. "I won't tell him this time, but if you ever try to pull anything 
like this on me again, I'll go to him instantly." 

"Don't worry, Ma'am. I've learned my lesson." 

"Well, where is he?" 

"I don't know that." 

"What?" Sandra asked, hardly believing her ears. "What's this little talk 
all been about then?" 

"I don't know where he is, but I do know who he's with. It's a woman." 

"Oh, really?" Sandra said, trying not to sound too interested. "What's this 
woman's name? Is she a customer?" 

"Not a regular. She's just started coming to the station the last couple of 
weeks. She's a real looker." 

"I asked you her name." 

"I don't know that. She never uses a credit card. She's got brown hair and 
pretty eyes. They're sort of green with little specks of dark brown in them, 
and she's got a terrific figure, big tits. Pardon me, Ma'am. I mean bosoms." 

Sandra was smoldering. From the description, she knew there was only one 
person it could be-Candy. "When did they leave the station?" she asked 
evenly. 

"Quite a while before you came in, Mrs. Jeski. Mr. Jeski said he was going 
out with the lady to listen to a noise in her engine." 

I bet, Sandra thought. She should have known. The special attention Candy 
paid to Hal at the dinner party was all too obvious. The viper. She could 
not hold onto a husband of her own, so now she was out to take Sandra's, and 
the big, stupid lug was going along with it. She could hardly wait until Hal 
got home. She would give him a surprise he would never forget. 

"Here's the house," she said. 

"Yes, Ma'am, I know," Jerry answered. He pulled her car into the driveway 
and stopped. Jumping out, he ran around to the passenger side to let Sandra 
out. 

"Thank you, Jefry. That's very nice of you," Sandra said, sliding out of the 
car. As she did so, her skirt hiked up high on her thigh, revealing the 
creamy whiteness of it to the hot-blooded youth. She brushed against him, 
the firm pointedness of her breast pressing against his arm. "Oh, excuse 
me," she said. 

"Yes, Ma'am. My fault, Ma'am." 

As Sandra started for the house, Jerry stood watching her, his eyes on the 
trim roundness of her flaring buttocks. 

"Ma'am?" he called. 

Sandra turned. "Yes?" she asked. 

Jerry strode over to her, his growing sexual excitement making it awkward 
for him to move easily in his tight Levi's. "Ma'am, you will keep your 
promise, won't you? I mean, you won't tell the boss about..." 

"Relax, Jerry. Your secret is safe with me." She patted his arm. 

"There's one other thing." The youth hung his head as though afraid to ask. 

"What's that?" Her hand lingered on Jerry's arm, feeling the hardness of his 
muscle. 

"You won't tell your husband about my squealing on him, will you? I wouldn't 
want him to know I'd told." 

Sandra smiled warmly. "Of course not. Good-bye, Jerry." Giving his arm a 
final squeeze, she turned and walked into the house. 

Chapter Five 

Hando Rubosa's hand moved rapidly, pounding at the hardness of his rigid, 
eleven-inch penis. His eyes burned with the hot fires of desire as he 
watched the couple in the grass. After the brown-haired woman had sucked him 
to climax, the muscular blond adonis lay in the grass, his hands idly 
stroking her lushly rounded breasts. Little by little, he regained his 
strength. As Hando watched, the man's spent penis had grown inch by inch, 
turning from a flaccid worm of flesh into a strong, nine-inch giant standing 
straight up from his hair-matted groin. The huge penis jerked with 
excitement, and the man moved more and more quickly, his hands descending 
slowly to cup the woman's fleecy crotch. She spread her long, tapered legs 
wide, splaying them open to give him plenty of room to operate. Hando saw 
his big, blunt fingers find their way between the taut, moisture laden lips 
of her nether mouth and heard her moan with raw, unbridled passion, her 
curvaceous body squirming lasciviously on the ground. 

"Aw, shit," Candy groaned. "You gotta fuck me, Hal. You gotta bang my cunt 
now, or I'm gonna go crazy. I gotta have your big, hard cock in me, quick!" 

"Sure, Candy, sure. I'm hot, and hard, and ready for you." 

"I know. I can see that," she answered, giggling as she wound her fingers 
around his candlestick cock. "Ouuuuu, Hal, it's so hard and stiff, just like 
I want it to be. Oh, I can't wait to have that thing poking into me. Hurry!" 
Her voice was gruff, ragged with passion. Her eyes burned darkly as she 
looked at the hugely blunt head of his phallic giant. She squeezed lightly, 
and a * large shiny drop oozed temptingly from the long, deep slit in its 
tip. She bent down and caught it on the end of her tongue. 

"Hey, you're not going to suck me off again, are you?" 

She shook her head. "No way, baby. This time you're gonna screw the living 
shit out of me." Candy was crude, completely dif-ferent from his wife, and 
he loved the contrast. A shiver of passion ran through his body, making his 
cock jerk lewdly from side to side. 

Candy laughed. "Look how hungry he is for me. That big, thick baby of yours 
has a mind of his own." 

"You goddamn bet you he does. It's given me plenty of trouble too. He works 
overtime." 

"Well, then, let's give him a reward for all that work, shall we? You just 
lie there on your back, and I'll take care of everything." Candy got to her 
knees, brushing the stray strands of grass from her back and buttocks. She 
looked down at Hal's supine body and grinned wantonly. He was beautiful, 
like a model from a magazine for liberated women. The afternoon sun glinted 
off his bronze colored hair and shown softly on his broad, smoothly muscled 
chest. He could have been a champion weight lifter, but she knew he was not. 
All this beauty came naturally, and the big stud had the sort of sexy, 
casual manner that came with that kind of naturalness. This had always been 
his, and he was used to it. He simply took it for granted. 

She positioned herself with one knee on either side of Hal's narrow hips, 
her long, sharp fingernails tracing teasing lines down the length of his 
chest. Hal grunted with satisfaction. He liked having a woman service him. 
When Candy sucked him off, he was in all his glory, being worshipped for the 
fullness of his masculinity. This experience would be as exciting and as 
satisfying. Candy would be doing the screwing. She would be doing all the 
work. All he had to do was lie there and watch until the cum came vomiting 
out of him into her coaxing cuntal mouth. Why could it never be like this 
with Sandra? She lay there on their new innerspring mattress like a queen, 
expecting him to satisfy her. She never gave the slightest indication that 
she wanted him to be happy. 

Her hazel eyes on Hal's upturned face, Candy began to lower her body. She 
moved slowly, deliberately tantalizing him with the swaying movement of her 
pendulous breasts. A lewd smile played across her full, red lips, and she 
licked them in excited anticipation of what was to come. She could feel the 
female juices churning within her, a building tidal wave of passion. When 
she climaxed, she would drown Hal's jerking cock in musky, syrupy wetness. 

The touch of her fingers on his chest and flat belly made Hal shiver and 
groan with wanton lust. "Hurry up," he said, his voice tight. "I gotta have 
you. I gotta have f uckin' right now!" 

Candy grinned down at him. "That's the kind of talk I like to hear from a 
man, honey. I like to know you need it as bad as I do." 

"Oh, yessssssss, yessssssss, I need it bad," he hissed, tossing his head 
from side to side in the long grass. 

The burgeoning tip of his phallus touched her pouting cunt lips, and Candy 
let out a little gasp of passion. It would not be long now. She could feel 
the blood swelling the edges of her burning slit, turning them red, making 
them hard and all the more ready to gulp down his raging shaft of steely 
flesh. 

"Push down! Push nowwwwww!" Hal groaned. 

With one quick downward thrust, Candy took him, burying the fleshy head of 
his prick hotly in her moist, quivering flesh. The sensation of fullness 
overwhelmed her. This was how she liked it. This was the way it should 
be-all the time. The girl threw her head back and howle, d like an animal in 
high heat. 

As he continued to pump his huge, distended penis, Hando Rubosa smiled. How 
he would love to use this pair at an initiation ceremony. No one who watched 
them in action could ever forget. Perhaps there was a way. Things had a 
strange way of coming to pass. 

"Oh, Hal, Hal baby, it's so deep inside me. It's way up in my belly!" Candy 
gurgled, her body writhing over his, the pinkness of her tongue darting out 
to lick her full, parted lips. Her flat stomach heaved with excitement, and 
her large breasts bounced and swayed hypnotically. She leaned forward, 
seeking further penetration, and Hal cupped one of his big palms under each 
rounded breast, marvelously aware of the silken softness of their flesh. His 
cock was deeply imbedded, hugged tightly by the demandingly moist lips of 
her trembling pussy. Each time she moved, he bored in deeper, bringing thick 
groans of passion from his drooling lips. 

"Pump hard, honey," he moaned. "I gotta come. If I don't come, I'm gonna 
die." 

Candy leaned further, her naked breasts brushing against his cheeks. His 
lips closed quickly over one of her brownish nipples, and he lashed his wet 
tongue across it again and again, feeling the soft crinkles of her flesh. 

Hal moved his hands down to caress her wildly gyrating buttocks. He pulled 
the soft, fleshy cheeks wide apart, letting the cool air rush in to play 
along her long, hairless crack. Candy moaned, soulful, mewling sounds coming 
from her throat as Hal probed his fingers between her flared cheeks. He 
found her tightly puckered ring and ran over the edges of her anal muscles. 

"Awwwww, Christ, stick your finger up my ass. Open it up. Dig in and make me 
hurt!" 

With a lewd grunt, Hal jammed the hard bluntness of his middle finger into 
the girl's tight anal tube. She screamed with pain, writhing and spasming, 
her distended cunt lips biting down harder than before on the base of his 
throbbing prick. 

"More. Make it hurt more," she sobbed. 

Without mercy, he worked a second finger in next to the first, wiggling the 
two of them around inside her, distending and stretching the taut muscles of 
her rectal passage. 

"Oooooooooh, yessssssss. Hurts. Hurts so good. Oh, God, I'm 
commmmmmmm-mming!" she gasped, her voice a hoarse parody of itself. Pushing 
down as hard as she could on the hard pole of Hal's up-pointing penis, she 
climaxed, the hot liquids flooding out of her to bathe his cock in wetness. 

With a sudden choke of passion, Hal felt his balls erupt. Huge, boiling gobs 
of sperm shouted up his penile tube and out through the swollen slit of, his 
flaring cockhead, landing deep in her body and trickling back down his hard 
shaft to pool on his flat pelvis. 

Candy shuddered from head to toe, her head tossing from side to side and her 
knees pressing frantically into the sides of his heaving body. "Aw, shit," 
she moaned as she gasped from the harshness of exertion, "That was 
tremendous. Hurry up and let's do it again." 

"Again? Something tells me I'm finished. I already came twice. My nuts are 
aching so bad I can hardly stand it. You got me drained, baby." 

She stretched out languorously across the length of his hot, sweating body, 
giggling softly as she writhed against his damp flesh. Working her way 
downward, she kissed his broad, bronze chest, letting her tongue flick out 
to tease his hard little nipples. She licked at his belly and dug her tongue 
into the warm depths of his big navel, tasting the remains of his cum and 
her cunt runnings. Reaching the thick curls of his pubis, she combed through 
them with her teeth, making him grunt at the small jolts of pain her pulling 
produced. 

Taking the spongy head of his prick between her lips, Candy swirled her 
tongue around the flaring rim of it, exciting a thousand nerve endings and 
causing the organ to reawaken. Despite his exhaustion, Hal found himself 
growing erect, his body readying itself once more for action. 

"I can't," he said, his voice choked with passion. "I gotta get back to the 
station." Even as he said it, he knew he would fuck her again, and again, 
and again for as long as she commanded him to do it. 

His head thrown back, Hando Rubosa snorted loudly through flaring nostrils. 
The hot, white sperm spewed forth from his flaming prick tip to splatter on 
the green leaves and the tall grass before him. 

Through slitted eyes he watched the young couple in the clearing. Even 
though it seemed impossible, they were getting ready for another passion 
filled round of raw animal sex. Somehow he had to bring them into the fold, 
to channel their energy, to use them for the exciting purposes Marta had 
explained to him so often. 

Still, how could he let her know about them? She would wonder how he knew 
what they had been up to in the quiet of the woods. Before she was through 
with her demanding, probing questions, she would know that he had done the 
unforgivable. He had spilled a load of fresh seed, wasting it on the grass. 
No, he would do nothing. If something were meant to work out, it would work 
out. 

Quietly, Hando sat back to watch the performance before him, absentmindedly 
bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick away the sticky drops of semen 
which clung to them. 

Chapter Six 

"Jesus Christ," Hal moaned, glancing at his watch. "It's going on six 
o'clock. I gotta get home, or Sandra's gonna be furious." 

"So what?" Candy asked, smirking at him as she buttoned her clothes. "Wasn't 
the afternoon worth it?" 

"Of course it was. You know that. I just don't want her to ask too many 
questions, that's.all. I'd hate to have her watching what I do too closely." 

"So would I, especially now that we've gotten together. I'd like to do this 
with you a lot more." 

"Same here, baby. Same here." 

"Finish dressing, and I'll drive you back to the station." 

Hal jumped out of Candy's car and strode across the parking lot. He waved at 
Jerry. "Any problems?" he called out. 

Jerry shook his head no and watched as Hal got into his truck, started the 
engine, and took off for home. You bastard, Jerry thought. You think you're 
going home to a pleasant evening with your wife after screwing hell out of 
that cute little hazel-eyed bitch all afternoon. Well, it might just not be 
as pleasant as you think. He walked into the garage, ready to finish working 
on Sandra's car. 

When Hal pulled into the driveway, he noticed that his wife's car was 
nowhere in sight. Why would she be out at this time of day? It was very 
unlike her. He was used to having dinner hot and waiting on the table when 
he walked through the front door. Oh, well, maybe it was just as well if she 
were not home tonight. It was going to be a little hard facing her after 
spending the whole afternoon in the woods fucking her best friend. 

As Hal closed the door behind him, he saw to his surprise that Sandra was 
sitting in the living room. Her back was to him, and she did not look up 
when he came in. He sniffed the air. There was no dinner cooking. 

"Are you okay, Sandra?" he asked. 

She did not answer. Hal was beginning to worry. Every major fight they had 
had began with the silent treatment. Sandra expected him to guess what was 
troubling her, and when he could not read her mind, she blew up at him. God, 
he thought, I don't need that, not tonight of all nights. 

He walked into the living room and stood right next to her chair. It was 
just as well to get the confrontation over as quickly as possible. That way 
maybe there would be some sort of settlement before the evening was over. "I 
asked if you're okay," he said quietly. 

Sandra looked up at him, hatred smoldering in her eyes, and then, before he 
could step away, she grabbed the crotch of his pants. Hal let out a pained 
yelp as her fingers pinched his sensitive gonads. With her free hand, she 
yanked down his zipper and reached into the gap in the front of his jeans. 
Looping five fingers around the flaccid stalk of his long penis, she pulled 
it out into the light. 

"What the hell is going on?" Hal asked. Sandra never acted like this, never. 
She was the passive one. That was the way it had always been. 

She smirked up at him, a cruel gleam in her eyes. "I just wanted to check it 
out. I thought maybe the skin would be rubbed off, you know, from too much 
exertion." She gave his vulnerable shaft a hard squeeze. 

"I don't know what you mean," Hal stammered, trying to back away. It was no 
use. Sandra had him exactly where she wanted him, her hands on his penis and 
balls. Her long fingernails dug into his tender flesh, and, despite himself, 
Hal could feel his prick beginning to harden. 

"I know who you were with this afternoon, so come off the act!" she replied, 
spitting out the words and digging her nails even harder into his balls. 

Hal's heart was pounding. How had she found out? Who had told her? Had she 
seen the two of them in the woods? "Sure," he said, trying to sound casual. 
"Candy came by and said there was some kind of noise in her engine. She 
asked me to go for a ride with her to listen to it, and I did. I would have 
done the same for any customer." 

"And stayed out all afternoon? An hour ago or less I called your garage to 
see if my car was done, and I found out you were still away." 

"Uh, I had some errands to do." 

"Bull shit!" Sandra shouted, almost stumbling over the unaccustomed words. 
"I bet you were out some place with Candy, and I bet she did this." Before 
he even knew what was happening, Sandra leaned to- ward him and sucked his 
thick, stiffening penis into her mouth. Her wet tongue slid over its shining 
tip, caressing it lewdly, bringing him rapidly to full hardness, making the 
engorging blood pump through his expanding veins. 

"My God, Sandra, this isn't like you! It's, oh, my God, it's tremendous!" He 
arched his hips forward as her sucking grew even more intense. 

Sandra's long fingers spider-tracked over her husband's balls, feeling the 
smooth, hair-studded flesh and raising goose bumps on his legs and thighs. 
She had decided to take what was hers. Why should another woman, even her 
best friend, have it? If he could spend his afternoon having sex with Candy, 
he could spend the evening taking care of his wife. Sandra licked at his 
burgeoning shaft, swirling her tongue over it and tasting his dried 
mansweat. She wondered whether she was picking up the flavor of Candy as 
well, but pushed the thought from her mind. Right now, Hal and his immense 
equipment were hers, and she was in total control. 

Low, mewling sounds came from Hal's throat. Closing his eyes, he threw his 
head back and gasped for breath. "Jesus, baby, suck me. Suck hell out of me. 
Oh, shit, it feels so gooooooood!" 

He could hear the slurping sounds of her sucking mouth. She was like a calf 
nursing at its mother's swollen teat, relentless, ever demanding, racing 
toward satisfaction. Hotness surrounded Hal's prick. Sandra's wet mouth was 
like a blast furnace, melting him into submission. He whimpered quietly, his 
knees shaking so hard he could hardly stand up. He looked down at her to 
watch the dripping wetness of his full erection slide quickly in and out of 
her ovalled mouth. The redness of her lipstick left long streaks along the 
length of his shaft. His cock had never appeared so huge and strong. The 
blue veins stood out hugely along its marble hard length, and he could 
actually see the pulsations of the blood coursing through them. If Sandra 
did not bring him to climax soon, he felt as if he would explode. She was 
taking all of him now, driving his punishing shaft far down into her gullet. 
In and out, the friction growing more intense with each thrust, she coaxed 
him along toward the towering brink of extreme sensation. 

As she worked on Hal, Sandra squirmed out of her clothing. She lifted her 
lush buttocks and pushed her short skirt down her long, tapering legs. Next 
came her blouse. Her trembling fingers moved from button to button until she 
had the front of it completely open. 

Hal could see the firm, enticing curve of her breasts and the excited 
erectness of her sensitive nipples. Her sucking of him had elevated her to a 
state of complete, passionate readiness. She wriggled about, her entire body 
screaming with raw passion. 

Reaching down, Hal eased her flimsy blouse off over her shoulders, taking 
time to run his fingers over the alabaster smoothness of them. His wife was 
beautiful, he knew that for sure. Now she was acting as though she were 
ready to put that beauty to full use, and he could hardly believe it was 
happening. 

Sandra wiggled out of the blouse, and Hal's hands moved down the front of 
her burningly hot body to cup themselves over her breasts. He squeezed 
gently, feeling the fullness of her spongy, yielding flesh. All she wore now 
was a pair of lacy panties. There was almost nothing in his way. 

"Lie down on the floor," he whispered, "and let's sixty-nine." He had to 
taste cuntflesh, and he had to have it right now. He could imagine the 
tangy, ball-stirring flavor of it, but that was not enough. 

Without protest, Sandra slid to the floor, using both hands to bring him 
down with her and at the same time never missing a stroke in her wild oral 
caressing. With immense effort, Hal pivoted his taut body above her, moving 
slowly around to where he could get at her fabric covered pussy. His face 
directly above her groin, he paused, taking in the beauty of her. The 
panties hid little, and he could see her lush blonde pubic bush clearly 
outlined inside them. Tiny wisps of curling fuzz peeped out from the tight 
leg opening of her trim bikini, and they seemed to beckon him on. 

Sandra was dissatisfied with Hal's being clothed. Savagely, she yanked at 
his belt, managing its heavy buckle, and opening it so she could get to the 
button at the waistband of his jeans. She undid it and began pushing his 
pants down over his slim, muscular thighs. Hal arched his body over her, 
keeping his legs as straight as possible, supporting himself on his toes. 
Sandra pushed again and again, and soon his pants were bunched at his knees. 
Still her constant fellatio went on, making his cum-laden testicles churn 
with the desire to vomit out their richness. 

Sandra pushed again, and Hal's pants were at his ankles. He kicked them off 
over his feet and felt immensely free, the way he had felt in the woods with 
Candy. Her hands running up and down his inner thighs, ruffling the thatch 
of golden fur, Sandra nibbled and ate at her husband's hugely distended 
penis. Its smoothness slid over her wriggling tongue, and she marveled anew 
at the marble-slick quality of its surface. Had it felt like this to Candy, 
she wondered. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe nothing had gone on between them. 
If it had, how could Hal be this ready for sexual action again so quickly? 
Whatever the case, tonight he was hers, and she was determined to use him 
for her ultimate pleasure. 

The image of the female spider came to Sandra's mind. The spider tore her 
mate to pieces at the end of the mating process. She would not do that to 
Hal, but after she was finished with him he would feel as if he had been 
torn apart. 

Squirming and wiggling, Hal removed his shirt. Now he hung above his wife 
naked and totally aroused. The perspiration ran from his armpits to drip 
onto Sandra's creamy thighs. Through flared nostrils he smelled her sex. The 
crotch of her lace panties was wet now with the effects of her female 
arousal. He longed to suck the moist leakings from her sexy little briefs. 
With trembling fingers, he urged her legs apart. 

Eagerly, Sandra parted her thighs, splaying her legs wide and giving him 
room to explore, Reaching in, he ran his fingers over the crotch of her 
panties. They were wet, very wet, exciting evidence that his wife was 
flowing with passion. He licked his rubbery lips, longing to suck up the 
tangy flavor of her cunt juice. 

"You've been a naughty child," he said teasingly. "You've wet your pants, 
just like a baby!" Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked the musky 
flavored juices from his fingertips. 

Sandra gave a salacious grunt and lifted her buttocks from the floor, as 
though she were begging him to eat. He could feel the taut muscles of her 
boiling gullet closing tightly around the hugely swollen shaft of his cock 
and knew he was going to have some work catching her up to him. Supporting 
himself with both hands, he bent down and fastened his strong lips over the 
crotch of her panties. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh," Sandra groaned as he began suctioning her pussy juice 
through the filmy fabric. As he sucked, she kept hunching her pelvis upward, 
rubbing his face with her moist, hotly aroused crotch. Her silky inner 
thighs slid against his cheeks, urging him on invitingly. Before long, the 
whole lower half of his face was wet with her female juices. The musky, 
arousing scent of them floated through his body, making his veins pump 
excitedly. He could hear his heart beating and felt as though it might burst 
with lustful passion. 

Now, Hal reversed his action and began pouring his warm saliva into the 
crotch of the filmy pants. Sandra moaned as she felt the new wetness flood 
her tingling pussy. Her ears were filled with the lewd sounds of her 
husband's slurping mouth. She wiggled her buttocks from side to side, out of 
her mind with passion as she continued with her everlasting sucking of his 
big, pre-cum leaking cock. 

Again and again, her lushly smooth thighs caressed Hal's face, and she 
wondered what she must taste like to him. If it was half as good as the 
flavor of the clear liquid that oozed in a steady stream from the tip of his 
huge, distended prick it was no wonder he seemed crazy with passion. 

"Oh, God," Sandra moaned, taking her mouth from Hal's penis for only a 
second. "Oh, God, honey, you make me feel so go- oooood!" 

Hal grunted. He had had enough of sucking at her panties. It was time to 
stop teasing himself and to run his tongue into the real thing. He reached 
under the tight elastic band at the top of her bikini and began to pull it 
downward. 

"Oh, oh yes!" she exclaimed, her voice breathy. "Make me naked. I want to be 
open. Then eat me, baby, eat my spreading box." With a deep throated moan, 
she lifted her buttocks from the floor, helping him to slide her wet panties 
down her legs and off over her kicking feet. 

Hal gazed down at the slight rise of her pubic mound with its thatch of 
fleecy curls. Again, he sniffed it, hungry as a dog after fresh meat. The 
wetness of the spot was tremendously exciting to him. His own spittle mixed 
freely with her cuntal leakings, her pubic fuzz matted and stuck together 
with the copious moisture. 

He nosed his way into her sweet smelling vee, and she groaned with passion 
as his big, thick tongue made the first arousing contact with the pouting, 
blood-swollen lips of her tingling pussy. He lashed feverishly into the 
fleshy interior warmth of her, and she pushed her legs even wider apart, 
inviting him inward, ever inward. 

Her tautly drawn lips encircled his rigid erection, sucking and milking at 
it, coaxing out the thick creamy hotness of his sperm. She weighed his 
bloated testicles in her smooth palms, trying to assess the size of the load 
they carried. It would be huge. It always was. 

Suddenly, she was shot to a whole new plateau of lust. His tongue flicked 
over the swollen bulb of her sensitive clitoris. Raising her knees, she 
closed her thighs around her husband's blond head, squeezing him closely, 
hugging him to her, encouraging him to eat more. She shuddered and shook 
convulsively at the sensation of his tongue laving the full, hair-studded 
length of her vaginal crack. She thrilled to the feeling of his spreading 
the lips and probing into her moisture soaked interior. 

"Ummmmmmmmm, feels so special," she groaned. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop 
'til you make me come all over your face." 

She squirmed in continual excitement, her pelvis squirming and her hips 
lifting toward his mouth, urging that he take more and more of her. 

Feverishly she licked at him, swirling her soft, pink tongue all over his 
burgeoning prick shaft. She could feel it swelling even larger in her mouth. 
Before much longer she would have what he had to give. The bitter sweetness 
of his hot, freshly churned cum would plummet down into her gullet to slosh 
in her wet, dark belly. 

"Oh, yeah, yeeeeeeees, babe. Suck it now. Hard. Hard!" Hal shouted. 

She felt his semen begin its upward rush, and she grabbed his pulsing 
buttocks with both hands, pulling him against her face and ramming his big 
prick all the way down her aching throat. 

"Uhhhhhyyeeah!" he screamed, his whole body quivering as the jets of steamy 
sperm raced up his swollen urethra and cannoned deep into her throat, 
spattering into her gullet and running down into her body. She sucked as 
wildly as before, draining every drop, tasting of his manhood, and relishing 
the thick sweetness of it. 

Even in his exhausting completion, Hal dropped his head once more to her 
crotch and began again to run his hot tongue over and over the sensuous, 
pink folds of her euntal slit. In seconds, he had her lifting her pelvis to 
him, begging him to eat of her, silently demanding that he lick her to 
climax. 

"Ohhhhhhh, eat it. Please eat it!" she cried, her voice rasping and taut 
with passion. She tossed her head about on the floor, her lust-crazed eyes 
squinting up at his rapidly deflating cock. God, she thought, I love it when 
it's hard, but it's beautiful when it's soft too. It dangled above her like 
a bunch of fresh fruit, the length of it still shining with her spittle. 

Suddenly, Sandra was much too busy to think any more about cocks or anything 
else. She felt her body cresting. The tingling sensations that played along 
all her nerve endings came together in her flaming crotch, and she was 
climaxing. 

"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEAAA!" she howled, her back actually leaving the floor as she 
twisted and turned, helpless under her husband's ever sucking mouth. Her 
twat flowered open like a morning glory, and her liquids flooded out of her, 
drenching Hal's face with musky moisture. He lapped up as much of it as he 
could get, swallowing greedily and filling his system with her food. 

Totally drained, Sandra fell back onto the floor, her head spinning, her 
eyes closed. Hal turned his body and lay down beside her. Their lips found 
one another, and she could taste the earthiness of her body fluids on his 
mouth as they kissed, hungrily, greedily, sensually. Hal hugged her to him, 
her heavy breasts mashing against his smooth, hard chest. His penis nudged 
against her belly, and she could feel it growing erect again. Her man was 
beyond belief, always ready, never satisfied. She wriggled against him, 
encouraging him to become more aroused. He would want to fuck her now, and 
she was more than ready. 

Little by little, Hal began a rhythmic movement, rubbing his body against 
hers, bringing soft groans of pleasure from her throat. His hands played 
over her naked flesh, tracing softly across her silken skin, following every 
flaring curve and dipping into each hidden valley. 

"I want to fuck," he whispered. 

"I know. Me too," she answered with a breathless giggle. "Let's rest a 
minute first." 

"I want to do it special, tight, you know," he said, his fingers finding 
their way to the long, hairless crack of her buttocks. 

"Tight? What do you mean?" 

"You know. Here." His fingers came to rest on her tightly clenched anal 
button. 

"Are you out of your mind?" she shrieked, pulling away from him. "Do you 
think I'm some kind of animal? Is that what Candy let you do with her this 
afternoon?" 

"I ... no ... I just ... Where are you going?" 

Hurrying to her feet, Sandra started for the front hall, tripping and nearly 
losing her balance in her effort to put distance between herself and her 
husband. 

"Where are you going?" Hal repeated, getting up and coming toward her. 

Opening the hall closet, Sandra grabbed a coat and threw it on over her nude 
body. "Out. Anywhere. I'm going for a drive. I have to think. Don't.try to 
follow me." She slammed the front door behind her and ran across the yard. 
It was only then that she remembered her car was still out for repairs. 

Chapter Seven 

Damn, Sandra thought, now what am I going to do? She knew one thing for 
sure, she was not going back into the house. There was no way she was about 
to crawl back to Hal, the animal. 

She ran to Hal's truck and jerked open the door. He had taken the keys. 
Slamming the door, she looked about her. There was only one option, and that 
was to go on foot. Why had she been in such a hurry? She could just as 
easily have slipped on a pair of loafers. Well, she had not. 

Sandra headed down the sidewalk, her bare feet slapping the pavement. 
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw to her relief that Hal had not yet come 
out of the house. He was no doubt getting dressed before he tried to follow 
her, if he were trying to follow her. Perhaps he was too upset with her 
refusal to cooperate with his anal at- tack to even be interested in what 
happened to her now. A cold chill ran up her spine. How could he have 
dreamed she would let him do such a thing? 

At the end of the block, Sandra ran out of sidewalk. She picked her way 
along the side of the road, trying not to step on anything sharp. To make 
matters worse, it was beginning to rain. Big drops of wetness spattered all 
around her. She hurried, again looking back to see if Hal were following. 

Before long, she was beside the woods. When they built the house, these 
trees were one of the features that attracted them to the neighborhood. They 
told each other how wonderful it was to be in a country atmosphere. At 
night, though, and when she was on foot, the woods became terribly 
forbidding. Heavy tree branches seemed to reach out for her. Odd sounds came 
from the hidden darkness. 

Sandra tried to move faster. The rocks bit into her soles, and she winced, 
trying to pretend her feet did not hurt. Maybe she had been silly. Still, 
there was no way she could stay with Hal tonight, not after what he had 
tried to do. 

She heard a car. Looking back, she saw the lights of a truck bearing down on 
her. 

What if it were Hal? It made sense that he might not chase her on foot. What 
was she going to do? Given the choice between her husband and the dark 
atmosphere of the forest, she picked the latter. Jumping off the roadway, 
she disappeared into the trees. After a moment, the truck passed by. It was 
not Hal's truck. She could tell that even in the darkness. It was best, 
though, that she stay off the road. If she walked far enough through the 
trees, she would get to another street, one that would take her far from 
home. 

Sandra started off. Low limbs threatened her. Thorny brush scratched her 
legs. The going was hard. She strained her eyes, trying to see ahead of her. 
Was she headed in the right direction? What was the right direction? 

Suddenly, she was falling, her ankle twisting painfully beneath her. She 
threw out her arms, trying to protect herself, but she was too late. Her 
head hit a gnarled tree stump-hard. Sandra fell unconscious, sprawling on 
the weedy ground. That was how Hando Rubosa found her a few moments later. 

When Sandra awoke, someone was bathing her forehead with a cool, damp cloth. 

"Ah," said a heavy, purring voice with a strong hint of foreign accent, "I 
see you have left the world of dreams and come back to us." 

Sandra blinked, trying to focus her eyes in the dimness. The place was lit 
with a kerosene lantern. Its flame sent a low, yellow flicker to all corners 
and made Sandra feel warm and safe. The woman who bent over her had skin the 
color of walnuts, with very blonde, almost white hair worn back in a long 
cascade of curls. Caught in a knot of brightly colored silk, they extended 
to her waist. Her enormous, undulating breasts were half-exposed by a white 
peasant blouse, and she wore a deeply gored, floor length skirt. Golden 
bangles glinted at her wrists and jingled musically as she continued to 
bathe Sandra's bruised head. 

"Where am I?" Sandra asked, her voice thick with confusion. 

"You are safe, my dear. That is all you need to know now. Tell us, though, 
what was a young girl like you doing in the forest on a night like this, and 
dressed as you were?" 

Sandra glanced down at herself. She was no longer wearing the trench coat. 
Instead she was dressed in a long, softly caressing caftan, its front 
embroidered in intricate, curving designs. The woman had apparently dressed 
her this way while she was unconscious. 

"I... it's a long story ... I just..." she stammered. 

"Hush, little one. Never mind. You can tell us when you are feeling 
stronger. Be thankful, though, that Hando found you. The night has grown 
cold, and the rain is falling harshly." 

"Hando? Who ... ?" 

"My friend and companion, Hando Rubosa." The woman gestured toward the 
corner. 

Sandra let out a gasp of surprise. There, in the flickering shadows, stood a 
lithe, darkly handsome boy. His eyes smoldered as he gazed at her, and she 
wondered whether he had had a part in dressing her in the long caftan. Most 
amazing of all was that on his bare chest was tattooed a huge cobra, its 
mouth hissing wide, its tongue writhing all the way to his broad, bronzed 
shoulder. 

The snake's thick coils disappeared at Hando's waistline, and Sandra caught 
herself wondering where they led from there. The youth stared directly at 
her, his eyes unblinking. 

"Hello," Sandra said, smiling. 

"Hando does not speak," the blonde woman said, "But he possesses many other 
talents." 

"And you?" Sandra asked. "Who are you?" 

"I could ask you the same. My name is Marta Changusa, and I am a traveler." 

"I'm Sandra Jeski." She looked about her and realized for the first time 
that she was in a tent. These people were apparently gypsies, or at least 
they lived like gypsies. 

"And what are you doing out on a wild night like this, Sandra Jeski? You 
with nothing but a thin coat." 

"I.,. It's a long story." She glanced at Hando. "Does he hear?" 

"Yes, but he cannot pass along any stories. Tell me what is on your mind." 

The whole situation was crazy. Here she was, about to confide her innermost 
problems to a woman she had never met before, probably a con artist to boot. 
Still, Marta and her young servant or lover or whatever he was had 
befriended her, taken her in, maybe even saved her life. It seemed right to 
tell them what had caused her to run away from home in the middle of the 
night. But that could come later. Right now, she had to sleep. 

By the next morning, Hal was on the verge of calling the police. He had 
paced the floor all night long, stopping to listen to every noise, waiting 
for his wife to return. Surely, he thought/when the rain started, she would 
come creeping back. He even opened the front door and left it ajar, but 
Sandra did not return. He put on his jacket to go looking for her and then 
realized that if she or someone who found her tried to telephone, he had 
better be home to answer the call. Sandra had never done anything even 
remotely like this before, and her action took him completely by surprise. 
Hal had no idea what to do, and so he did what he always did. He got dressed 
and went to work. 

By the time noon rolled around, he was totally exhausted. His lack of sleep 
caught up with him, and it was all he could do to stand up. He spilled 
gasoline all over the fender of Mrs. Ben's Rolls Royce, and she gave him 
such a tongue lashing he ended up tearing up her bill. He connected the 
wrong wires and nearly blew out the electrical system of a Jaguar. Finally 
yoimg Jerry came over and put a hand on his boss's shoulder. 

"Look, Hal. You're really tired out. Why don't you go home?" 

Hal shook his head no. If he went home, he would have to confront that empty 
house, have to wonder all over again what had happened to Sandra, and he was 
not ready to face that, not now. Besides, if she tried to call him during 
the daytime, he was sure she would call the garage, knowing he was at work. 
The best thing for him to do was stay right there and try to keep his mind 
on his work. 

A battered convertible bounced into the lot. Behind the wheel was a woman 
Hal had never seen before. Deeply tanned, she had the blondest hair he had 
ever seen. What really caught his eye, though, were her enormous breasts, 
shown off to superb advantage by her lowcut, tightly fitted dress. 

He strode over to the car. "What'll it be, Ma'am?" His eyes fell to the 
woman's well-defined cleavage. The flesh of her bosom looked incredibly 
smooth and satiny. He licked his lips, imagining what it would be like to 
run his hot, wetly exploring tongue over those beauties. 

"Fill it with regular gasoline," the woman said, and Hal thought he detected 
a hint of an accent. 

He inserted the nozzle into the tank pipe and came around to wash the 
windshield. "You are very handsome man, Hal," the woman said, reading the 
name embroidered on the pocket of his coveralls. Hal smiled down at her 
through the windshield, his eyes again on her large busom. She arched her 
back and stretched her body, giving him the full benefit of the view. He saw 
something else, too. The woman had let her skirt ride far up onto her thigh. 
The smooth, silken flesh of it was brown, only slightly lighter than her 
face and arms, and the soft curve of it took his breath away. 

"Why, thank you, Ma'am. It's nice of you to say that." He could feel his 
sleeping penis beginning to twitch. His instincts told him there was the 
possibility of some lewd, fast action in this situation, and all he had to 
do was play along. The exotic looking blonde did not seem shy in the least. 
He was sure she would take him exactly where they both wanted to go. 

The gas nozzle clicked off automatically, and Hal sprinted around to the 
back of the car to top off the tank. He could feel the woman's dark eyes 
burning into his trim body. Once again he was thankful that he kept himself 
in shape, and he could tell all his hard work paid off. Women came to him 
like flies to honey. He grinned to himself as he hung up the hose. What 
would be the blonde's next move? It was all a delicious, sensually exciting 
game. Even now, Hal was in such a state that if she gave him no action he 
would have to slip into the men's room and jerk himself to climax. He could 
sense his long, throbbing penis stretching to its full length, its brutal 
head double its usual size and clearly outlined in his pants leg. 

He stood beside the car, his crotch only inches from the blonde woman. She 
sat in the driver's seat, eyeing it openly. "Yes," she said, purring softly, 
"very handsome man. I'd like to know you better." Her dark eyes darted to 
his face in open invitation. 

"Right now?" Hal asked, his voice husky with desire. 

"Why not? You want to come with me in my car, or is there a place for us 
here, perhaps?" Her long, ring-studded hands caressed the exposed flesh of 
her breasts, the ends of her fingers dipping down into her cleavage. Again, 
he licked his lips in excitement. 

"Yeah, yeah. I got a place here. Park your car around the side and follow 
me." He watched her pull over beside the building and then called to Jerry. 
"Hey, Kid, I'm gonna be busy for a while around back, won't take too long. 
Take over here, okay?" 

Jerry nodded, grinning broadly. He knew exactly where Hal and the woman were 
headed and exactly what they were probably going to do. 

Around behind the station were huge piles of discarded tires. They had been 
arranged against the building to form a small, open topped room. 

"Come on back here," Hal told the woman. "I got a little place fixed up for 
emergencies, just like now." He led her through the narrow opening between 
the tires and the wall of the station. 

"You are very resourceful," the woman said, smiling at him, her soft, 
accented voice exciting him. 

Without saying any more, she reached out and unzipped the long zipper of his 
coveralls. Her eyes glittered with passion as Hal's broad, blocky chest came 
into view. She paused to caress his huge pectorals, and her fingers pinched 
playfully at his already erect nipples, shooting tiny jets of welcome pain 
through his body. 

The woman's openly aggressive behavior had Hal terrifically aroused. She had 
simply driven into his life, decided she wanted him, and now, as though she 
did things like this, all the time, was stripping away his clothing. 

Lunging for her, Hal crushed the blonde in his muscular arms. She raised her 
mouth to his, and their lips met hotly, working against one another, the 
smooth sensuality of them turning both of the aroused couple into animals. 
Hal pushed his pelvis forward, ramming his rapidly hardening penis against 
the woman's body. She shoved forward to meet his thrust, swinging her lush 
hips from side to side and squirming her groin against him, rubbing his 
rigid, steel hard shaft and making him catch his breath with lust-filled 
excitement. 

The woman's long fingernails raked across the flesh of Hal's heaving chest. 
He ran his hands up and down her supple back, feeling the yielding hardness 
of it, knowing full well how wonderfully she could mold her lithe body to 
his. He could imagine the lushness of her huge, spongy breasts against his 
bare skin, pressing into him as they were doing now. His hands found their 
way to her softly rounded, trembling- ly alive buttocks, and he kneaded the 
cheeks, digging his fingers into the smooth cloth of her dress possessively. 
He heard her catch her breath, excited and aroused by his movements. Again, 
her pelvis shot forward, and she pressed into the underside of his 
up-pointed, palpitating shaft. Hal could feel the moisture of preseminal 
fluid oozing from the throbbing knob of his prick. God, he was ripe. He had 
to have her. If he did not throw his enormous load soon, he would be wetting 
down the inside of his coveralls with it. 

"Take off your clothing," the woman whispered. "I am going to eat you to 
climax. My mouth hungers for the sweetness of your seed." 

His fingers quivering, Hal finished unzipping the front of his coveralls. 
Unable to wait, the blonde peeled back the halves of the garment, and her 
hungry eyes fell on the lush patch of aromatic fuzz that crowned the thick 
root of his male organ. She could see it clearly outlined in the fabric of 
the coveralls, pointing upward, caught just to the side of the long opening 
in the front of the garment. 

She fished inside and pulled Hal's hot, throbbing phallus out into the 
light. The randy, ripe scent of it hit both their nostrils, and the smell 
traveled down to make the man's gonads churn with excitement. This woman had 
the power to excite him totally, to drive him to the peak of arousal and 
push him over the edge, making his pent up torrent of semen splatter out to 
cover the Earth. 

Her fingers wrapped tightly around the burning shaft of his penis, the 
blonde woman used her free hand to push Hal's coveralls over his shoulders. 
Slowly, they fell down the length of his slim, tautly muscled body, and she 
let out a low gasp as the fullness of his male beauty came into view. 

"Ah," she whispered, "Bellisimo!" and her hand moved slowly up and down the 
burgeoning length of his huge erection. Her fingertips traced the thick, 
bluish veins that wound over the surface of his sinfully smooth skin. The 
hardness of his cock throbbed against her palm, and she sighed again, "Ah, 
yes, bellisimo." 

Hal threw back his head and let out a deep throated groan. The woman's hand 
felt impossibly good against his turgid flesh. Every place she touched 
seemed as if it had caught fire and burned with a hot, gut-licking flame. 
His gonads were already ascending, tightening up against the base of his 
cockroot in preparation for a quick, hard-driven climax. 

"No, no, not so soon as this," she said, chuckling. With insistent fingers, 
she eased his hugely distended testicles back down into his puckered sac. 
Her fingers tightened around them, making a tight neck at the top of his 
scrotum. "My purse. Hand it to me, please," she ordered, pointing to her 
discarded handbag. 

Hal reached over to where the purse lay on top of a pile of truck tires, and 
he picked it up and handed it to her. 

"Open it for me. Your hands are free. Hurry." 

Not questioning the woman's motives, Hal undid the snap of the bag, and it 
yawned open. He did think this was a strange time for her to want to powder 
her nose. 

"There," she said, her voice heavy with passion, "That leather thong. Hand 
it here." As she talked, her hand never left off stroking his jerking 
phallus. 

He handed her the thong. Taking hold of it, she stretched it full length. 
Hal was not sure what she was going to do with it, but he could hardly wait 
to find out. Quickly, she wrapped it around the neck of his scrotal sac and 
pulled it tight. Again she wrapped, and again she pulled, until she had 
wound a tight, constricting ring of leather around the top of his almost 
exploding gonads. The thin leather thong bit into his tender flesh, but the 
pain was a welcome addition to the outrageous stimulation Hal was already 
feeling. The woman's fingers tickled at the tightly stretched flesh covering 
his balls, and her nails dug into its tenderness teasingly. A line of 
perspiration broke out along Hal's forehead. He could not remember ever 
being this aroused. 

"Sit down," the blonde whispered, "And spread your strong legs very wide." 

Hal kicked off his coveralls and lowered himself to the pile of truck tires 
behind him. Kneeling between his widely splayed legs, the woman stared at 
his burgeoning erection, her eyes glittering lewdly. Through flaring 
nostrils, she inhaled the heady scent of manly crotch, her endlessly excited 
senses picking out the tang of dried urine, the musky reality of male sweat, 
and the stimulating aroma of dry drops of semen. She licked her lips, her 
wet, pink tongue circled her mouth in a way that made Hal's heart jump in 
anticipation. 

Tossing her long, blonde curls back over her shoulders, the woman leaned 
forward, and Hal felt her hot breath on the flesh of his burning erection. 
Her tongue flicked out, and she tasted him with its wet, warm tip. Suddenly, 
she started licking his knob all over, trailing her tongue up his stalk and 
digging it wildly into the moist depths of his fragrant pubic jungle. 
Picking up the slight taste she found there, she sucked greedily, drawing 
every bit of it into her mouth and sucking hungrily at each blond curl. 

Hal's hands were at the back of the woman's head, urging her onward. He 
pushed her flushed face into his groin, forcing her to open her mouth wide 
and take more and more of his bush into it, He could feel her tongue 
tickling at his hair-matted skin, and new sensations of mind blowing arousal 
shot through his body. His balls ached to rise and shoot, but they could not 
move because of the thong bound so tightly around his tingling scrotum. This 
blonde obviously knew what to do. She had to be the most accomplished sexual 
expert Hal had ever met. 

Now she kissed her way back down his palpitating shaft to the swollen head 
of his totally erect penis. Pausing for a moment to heighten his 
anticipation, she took the smooth skinned knob into her mouth. 

Throwing back his head, Hal moaned like an animal in heat. 

"Awwwwwww, shit, suck it! Suck my cock 'til I whitewash your throat. 
Awww-wwwwww!" 

Her tongue snaked over the surface of his head, concentrating on his highly 
sensitive frenum. Hal ached to climax, wanting to throw a gallon of his hot, 
slimy cream far down her throat. Still, he had to hold off. He had to make 
this last. He bit his lips, trying to remember the multiplication tables, 
trying to keep from vomiting out his sperm too soon. 

The woman was amazing. Why couldn't Sandra be like this? The tongue 
fluttered across his burning cockflesh as though it were far different from 
the ordinary female's oral organ. Maybe he could get this sexy blonde and 
Sandra together. She could give Sandra lessons. His imagination ran riot, 
stimulated by the incessant action against his achingly hard prick. What if 
the two women did get together? How would the blonde go about teaching his 
wife? Would she let her watch while she fellated Hal? Would she work on 
Sandra directly, her long, pink tongue rippling in and out between the 
pinkish folds of his wife's trembling cunt? She would prepare the way for 
him, and Hal would pierce into her with a force he had never dared use 
before. Sandra would beg for it, demanding he hurt her with his hugely 
distended penis, making her ache for a week afterward. He could suck the 
blonde woman's breasts while he fucked Sandra. 

Now she was plunging her ovalled lips lewdly up and down the full length of 
Hal's stake-like shaft, pushing his freely leaking knob far down into her 
hot, wet gullet. As her insisting throat muscles fluttered about his phallic 
giant, he could do nothing but throw his head back and moan with deepest 
passion. He could not have moved away from her if his life depended on it. 
He was a butterfly imprisoned under glass. It was just as if she were 
sucking the life from his tense, sweating body, and he loved it. He trembled 
from head to foot, his entire being concentrated in the tingling area of his 
crotch. 

Then, the woman changed her approach, again laving only his drooling tip 
with her expert tongue. With sure fingers, she held his stalk rigid, not 
letting him get away from her constant licking. She sucked frantically at 
his oozing slit, taking all his freely dripping precum into her mouth and 
smacking her lips loudly at the heady flavor of it. Her slurping sounds did 
as much as her tongue to keep him teetering at the brink. Hal sat helplessly 
with his legs splayed apart. His mind swerved in all directions, the blonde 
woman sucking out Sandra's cunt juice while he watched, the blonde spreading 
her shapely legs for him to enter, to ravage, to climax far up into her 
body, the blonde eating, eating, eating at his throbbing cockmeat. 

He threw his muscled legs straight out in front of him. He was coming, 
blowing, throwing his immensely churned load of semen. "Ohhhhhhh, God, oh, 
oh, ohHH-HHHHHHHH!" he groaned, tossing his head from side to side. "I'm 
coming, fuckin' commmmmmming!" He broke off into a series of helpless 
whimpers. 

The bold woman reached up quickly and loosened the thong from around the 
neck of his gonads. The hugely inflated testicles drew up to the root of his 
explodingly hard penis, and Hal came, shooting his heavily sweet semen far 
down into her sucking gullet. She milked his draining balls, caressing him 
with long fingers, determined to have every drop he had to offer her. Hal 
fought to keep from crying out so loudly that he would attract attention 
from the customers. Bright lights flashed behind his closed eyes. He had 
never known such a climax, not in all the thousands of times it had occurred 
before. He fell back, totally drained, his abused gonads aching with utter 
emptiness. 

"Aw, shit," he mumbled, smiling down at the blonde woman. "That was 
terrific. You're somethin' else!" 

"Thank you," she said, a smile playing at the corners of her full, sensuous 
mouth. Her accent laden voice sounded even more exciting than it had before. 

"It's gonna take me a minute to rest, then we'll start all over again, okay? 
I'll eat you out, or we can screw. Whatever you like." 

The blonde shook her head slowly, smiling at him, her eyes glittering. "No. 
Not now. There is not time. I will pick you up here one hour after sundown. 
Then we will do all you suggest and more." 

"But I can't, I..." Hal's mind was racing. If he had not heard from Sandra 
by evening, he was determined to call the police. He had to get home right 
after work to see if she had been there. 

"Shhhhh," the woman said, covering his lips with her fingers. "You will wait 
for me here, at your station. I will come for you. Whatever happens, you 
will not fail me. Tonight we shall be together, in every sense." 

She stood up and looked down at him, her eyes drinking in his sweat-stained 
body. "Yes," she whispered, "Beautiful. You are very beautiful. Perfect." 
She turned and walked away. 

Chapter Eight 

Candy Harris sped down the highway in her sports car. She was headed for Hal 
Jeski's service station. It was time for another session with the burly, 
blond husband of her best friend. Even since the two of them had been 
together in the woods the day before, Candy had been able to think of 
nothing but a return match. She shivered all over, even now, at the thought 
of Hal's hugely inflated erection, of the heavy, bluish veins that wound 
about over its surface, pumping it full of stiffening, warming blood. Her 
mouth watered as she recalled the funky scent of his crotch, the salty, 
sweaty flavor of his secret flesh, the warm sweetness of his powerful, rich 
seminal flood. Yes, she had to have Hal again. The fact that Sandra was her 
friend made no difference at all. Hal would be hers. 

On a sudden impulse, Candy turned off the highway onto the narrow road she 
knew would take her past Sandra and Hal's new house. Damn Sandra, anyway! 
What a cunty bitch she was, Candy thought as she bumped along the poorly 
paved road. It was obvious she had invited Candy for dinner just so she 
could show off her new house and her hunky husband. Well, Candy reflected, 
smiling to herself, she had fixed her, and she was about to fix her again. 
Sandra might have Hal, but, for the moment at least, Candy had his huge, 
brutally piercing penis. She could feel the dew starting to form at the lips 
of her tingling cleft. She would just slip past Hal's house to see if his 
truck was in the driveway. If he was already home, she would stop by 
casually, pretending to be droppinig in on Sandra. Actually, she would be 
there to tease Hal, her very presence reminding him of their wild session in 
the woods. 

Candy switched on the headlights. The encroaching forest made it already 
seem like night. Why did Hal and Sandra have to live on such a god forsaken 
road anyway? She supposed they liked the rural feeling. Well, they could 
have it. She was a city girl. 

Suddenly, Candy realized there was someone standing beside the road, thumb 
extended. She squinted in the semidarkness, trying to make out who it might 
be. He was a young man, very young, and extremely handsome. 

Candy slammed on the brakes, and her car came skidding to a halt. What was 
she doing? She knew better than to pick up hitchhikers. She guided the car 
over to the side of the road, out of the lane of traffic, and waited. The 
boy came alongside. For a moment, before he bent down to look into the car, 
she caught a glimpse of his crotch. His sex was clearly outlined in his 
tight, black pants. It was unbelievably huge. Candy caught her breath 
excitedly. The boy bent down and peered through the open window on the 
passenger side. He grinned at her, his dark eyes glimmering at her like hot 
coals. 

"Hi," Candy said, trying to sound casual. "Get in." 

Instead of doing as he was told, the boy walked around to the front of the 
small sports car. What the hell is he doing, Candy wondered. With one quick 
move, he raised the hood. 

"Hey, just a minute. What are you up to?" Candy called, opening the door and 
jumping out. 

The youth reached inside and yanked something. The engine died. Looking up 
at the approaching woman, he grinned broadly, as if amused by her sputtering 
anger. 

"Goddamn you, you little son-of-a-bitch, what do you think you're doing? 
Hook those wires up again and fast, or I'm going to get the cops on your ass 
so quick you won't know what hit you!" 

The dark youth turned and bolted off into the forest, as graceful as a deer. 
Totally enraged, Candy started after him, the tree branches clutching at her 
short skirt. She stumbled, and when she looked up, the lithe bodied boy was 
standing a few feet away, smiling playfully. 

Angrier than before, Candy lunged toward him. He sprinted onward, taking her 
deeper into the woods. Her high heeled shoes sank into the soft earth, and 
she could feel the briars tearing her stockings. Candy did not care. She was 
going to catch that boy and beat him to a pulp. 

"Goddamn you, you little rat!" she screamed. "I'm gonna rip your nuts off!" 
She fell again, skinning both her hands on a fallen log. Moaning angrily, 
she staggered to her feet and went on. The dark-eyed male was waiting for 
her, just out of reach. 

Candy crashed on through the underbrush. It was nearly dark now, and as she 
blundered deeper into the forest, her surroundings grew nearly pitch black. 
She frowned, squinting at the area ahead. The youth had disappeared. 

Candy sat down on a tree stump. Damn, she thought, I've lost the little 
bastard. She might as well go back to the car, she decided. She had to 
figure out how to reassemble the wires the boy had pulled before it grew so 
dark she could not see. Maybe she should just walk along the road until she 
came to Kal and Sandra's place. Hal could put her car back together in a 
minute. After all, he was a mechanic. Besides that, once she and he were 
alone in the darkened woods, she could see to it he did a lot more than help 
her get the car started. They could always tell Sandra the repairs had taken 
much longer than expected. 

Candy pushed her hair back out of her eyes and got up. She turned, heading 
back in the direction from which she had come, and that was when the boy 
grabbed her. She screamed as he threw her to the ground. 

Sandra opened her eyes sleepily. Staring at the low roof of the tent, she 
tried to remember where she was. She had awakened long enough that morning 
to tell Marta Changusa every detail of what had happened to her and what had 
made her run away. She told her her suspicions about what had gone on 
between Candy and Hal, and about Hal's proposal that he invade her virgin 
anus. 

Marta smiled. "I am surprised at you my child. You seem such a sophisticated 
young woman, so alive with such an air of, how shall I say it, sexuality 
about you?" 

"Me?" Sandra asked, her hand fluttering against her breast. "I'm scared of 
my own shadow." 

"Such a pity," the blonde woman said, shaking her head sadly. "The area of 
the rectum is the center of incredible sensual excitement. Why, in certain 
cultures, that of Greece for example, the only time a man and woman even 
bother to engage in intercourse of the sort you would probably call normal 
is when they especially wish to create a child between them. Otherwise, they 
couple in what for them is a much more satisfying, exciting manner. You are 
missing a great deal, my young beauty." She stroked Sandra's hair tenderly. 

Holding out a tall, crystal goblet to her, Marta said, "Here, my child, 
drink of this wine. It will soothe you and make you rest comfortably. You 
must be fully prepared for tonight." 

"Tonight? What about tonight?" Sandra sipped at the wine. It tasted sweet, 
like light honey with the tang of oranges whispering in the background. 

"Tonight Hando and I have planned a special ceremony, a homage to our gods 
if you like to think of it in that way. You will enjoy it." 

"But I should go back home. Hal will be worried about me." 

The woman looked hurt. "But we have planned the ceremony in your honor* 
Others will be here to help in the celebration. Please, you must stay." 

"Okay, Marta, I suppose so. After all, you have been so good to me, you and 
Hando. The least I can do is ..." She drifted off into a quiet sleep. 
Smiling down at her, Marta took the goblet from her relaxed hand. 

Now she was awake again, and she was alone. It was nearly dark outside. She 
could see fireflies beginning to wink in the nearby underbrush. Sandra 
stretched. She wondered what on Earth Marta had been talking about when she 
said they were doing a ceremony for their gods this evening. It was to be in 
her honor, the woman had said. Well, whatever the case, the experience would 
be an interesting one, she was sure of that. Besides, perhaps it would allow 
her to see more of Marta's handsome companion, Hando Rubosa. The dark-haired 
young man exuded such an air of sensuality that Sandra shivered at the 
thought of him. Perhaps the ceremony would involve Hando's dancing for her. 
Marta had not said anything about the boy's being a dancer, but by the way 
he moved, by his catlike grace, Sandra felt sure that he must be one. 

Soon she would have to go home. Tonight, after the ceremony was over, she 
would absolutely insist that she be allowed to leave. Sandra felt like a 
fool. She had been crazy to run out on Hal in the middle of the night. How 
could she have reacted so strongly to his suggestion? According to Marta, 
what her husband had suggested was common practice in other parts of the 
world, Still, the very thought of having Hal's huge, piercing phallic pipe 
stuck into her vulnerable rectal passage made Sandra cold with fear. It 
might be exciting for some people, but for her it was the stuff of which 
terror was made. She could scarcely imagine the total pain of it. How could 
something as huge and hard as Hal's penis when it was erect even fit into 
her tiny, tightly clenched rosebud of an anus? Sandra hugged herself 
defensively. What was she dwelling on this for? The whole idea repulsed her. 
. 

She wished Marta or Hando would come back. She did not like being all alone 
in the woods with nothing to protect her but a flimsy tent. Reaching out, 
she took the decanter of honey wine and poured herself a little. As she 
drank it, she thought again how good it tasted, how it relaxed her body, 
instantly and with enormous gentleness. Falling from her fingers, the goblet 
clattered to the floor of the tent. 

Candy screamed piteously, clawing at the dark young male's leering face. 
Grabbing her wrists, he held her with a strength that belied his 
slenderness. With a length of leather thong, he bound her hands. How could 
she possibly have been so stupid? All she would have had to do was stay in 
the car with the doors locked until he went away. But no, she had to chase 
off after him through the forest. She should have known he was luring her 
away with the intention of rape. 

"Please, please don't," Candy whimpered as the youth's long, slender fingers 
went to her breasts. 

Trembling with excitement, his eyes shining greedily, he undid the buttons, 
opening a wider and wider vee in the front of her blouse. He licked his 
lips, as more and more of Candy's succulently smooth flesh came into view. 
Remembering what he had seen when he spied on her and Hal, he felt his 
massive penis beginning to stir. This time he would not be forced to jerk 
himself to climax, staining the plants of the forest floor with his 
steaming, starchy smelling load. This time he would inject his fountain of 
cum far up into the brown-haired woman's body, trembling as the tightness of 
her warm pussy squeezed against the stalk of his vomiting penis. 

He pushed the halves of her blouse apart and bent to nip one of her silver 
dollar size nipples with his sharp, white teeth. Candy screamed and brought 
her bound hands forward, hitting him hard on the back of the head. He 
grabbed her arms, hatred in his eyes, and pushed them back. Dragging her 
over to a nearby tree, he took another thong from his pocket, looped it 
through the one tied around her wrists, and secured them to the base of the 
tree trunk. 

Candy sobbed. "No. I won't do it again, I promise. Don't tie me up." She 
swung her hips back and forth, squirming helplessly on the ground. 

Standing over her, the dark complexioned youth grinned down cruelly. Slowly 
and deliberately, he unbuttoned his silky shirt, peeled it off, and dropped 
it to the ground. Candy gasped at the sight of the giant, open-mouthed cobra 
tattooed on his hairless chest. Who was this boy, anyway? 

Kneeling, he pulled off her shoes despite her kicking and screaming. She 
twisted her hands, trying to pull free of the tight leather bands. All she 
succeeded in doing was raising deep, red welts on her wrists. 

The youth reached for and found her skirt zipper, and he pulled it down 
roughly as though he could not wait to see her naked. Hooking his long 
fingers under her waistband, he yanked the short skirt down over Candy's 
long, tapering legs. Now she lay there on the ground wearing only her 
stockings, garter belt, and bikini panties. 

The boy rubbed his fingertips against the crotch of her panties, and, 
despite herself, Candy felt the excitement of lust run through her slim 
body. She looked up at the boy through terrified eyes. Under other 
circumstances she would have been insanely attracted to him, ready to do 
anything to please him. As it was, she was sure he would have whatever he 
wanted from her and hurt her in the process. Maybe he would even kill her. 
Her heart beat so loudly it throbbed in her ears, His fingers dug into her 
fabric covered pussy, the tips of them tracing the long, moist line of her 
cunt lips. Candy whimpered miserably. Frightened out of her mind, she was 
becoming aroused. She could feel the wetness beginning to ooze out of her 
tight, trembling cleft. Her entire groin began to tingle. Was this boy 
endowed as magnificantly as it appeared? She had thought Hal's nine-inch 
penis was massive. If this youth were built the way he seemed to be, he 
would make Hal look like a midget. She thrilled at the thought of the boy's 
hugely distended, wildly throbbing penis pushing between her blood-engorged 
pussy lips. How it would hurt. How it would make her wriggle and scream. 
Then the thought overwhelmed her again. What if he killed her? 

He was undoing her tight garter belt. 

With sure, slim fingers he loosened the hooks and let it fall away from her 
trembling body. Quickly, he undid her garters and pulled her filmy stockings 
down her legs and off over her feet. She lay there in her tiny panties, and 
he stared down at her, rubbing his crotch. 

Standing up suddenly and towering over Candy, he unhooked his belt and 
opened the front of his pants. The girl watched in helpless fascination. 
First she caught a glimpse of his dense, gorgeously black pubic curls, then 
the thickly-veined base of his phallic tube. It looked so large that it 
would take two hands to fit around it. How would such a giant organ ever fit 
into her body? He would rip her to shreds and then leave her to die, 
hemorrhaging to death in the woods. 

"No, no. Let me go," Candy cried, tossing her head from side to side and 
twisting her hands, digging the leather thongs into her raw-rubbed flesh. 

The boy looked down at her, smiling quietly. With one quick gesture, he let 
his tight black pants fall to the ground. His hugely inflated phallus 
snapped up against his flat belly and then stood straight out in front of 
him, trembling meancingly. Candy's nostrils were flooded immediately with 
the hot musky scent of male crotch. She looked up at him with passion-glazed 
eyes, soft, mewling cries coming from her throat. His cock was huge, eleven 
inches, and it looked incredibly strong, the ridge on its thick underside 
sticking out from the surface, its veins throbbing as still more blood 
pumped into the already totally engorged organ. He stroked it playfully, 
holding it out toward her, seeming to tempt her with it. 

His hugely inflated gonads swung between his long, lithe legs in their 
hairless sac, and she could imagine the sperm swimming wantonly within them, 
waiting to gush out of him and lodge somewhere far up inside her heaving 
belly. 

Kicking his pants off over his bare feet, the naked man stooped toward her. 
For the first time, Candy saw the rest of his tattoo. The coils of the 
hissing snake wound around his waist and across his slim loins. From there 
they curved around and around down his right leg to his ankle. It was a 
magnificent, phallic tattoo, and she could only guess at the intense, 
pricking pain the boy must have undergone to acquire it. The very exotic 
nature of the drawing made her tremble with fear and excitement. 

Again his fingers touched the moist spot on the front of her tiny panties. 
Candy moaned with fearful passion. He lifted his wet fingertips to his nose 
and sniffed them. She saw his erect penis jerk with excitement, the scent of 
her leaking twat going right to his tingling gonads. A huge drop of clear 
preseminal fluid glistened at the tip of his distended penis, then gathered 
itself and dropped to land on her flat belly. 

The boy's fingers found their way under the waistband of her soaked panties, 
and he jerked them down, opening her pussy to the coolness of the night air. 
Discarding the limp bikini, the youth fell to kiss Candy's exposed twat, 
sucking at it with his hot, open mouth, drawing the fragrant, earthy tasting 
juices out of it, and swallowing them hungrily. 

Candy whimpered and moaned, all fear forgotten. Now all she could think of 
was how her cunt was boiling, begging for attention, demanding his wet, 
sweetly squirming tongue. 

"Oh, yessssssss," she hissed passionately. "Eat meeeeeee. Please eat my 
sweet pussy!" Arching her back, she pushed her flaming pelvis up against his 
full, writhing lips, and his tongue knifed into her sizzling cleft, running 
around its interior, mopping up her flow of fresh moisture. 

Again and again the young, niasculine animal dug his long, sensuous tongue 
into Candy's quivering womanhood. Her wiry pubic curls pushed against his 
face, tickling his nose. He breathed into her, drinking her wetness as he 
did so and driving her further up the steep ladder of sensual arousal. She 
threw her legs wide, opening herself to him completely. Though her hands 
were tied, it was no longer a rape. If he killed her when this was over, it 
would be almost worth dying for. 

"Please," she howled, "Please fuck my cunt. I want that huge cock of yours 
stuck up into my guts. I want it so far up me I can feel it in my mouth. 
Please, let me have it, pleeeeeeeeeeease." The saliva dripped from the 
corners of her gaping mouth. She was a creature of total passion, swept away 
with the excitement of the tongue bath he was giving her. His laving tip 
wrapped itself around the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris, and Candy 
yipped like a small female dog in heat. She wiggled her hips from side to 
side intensely, pushing them into the dirt. 

The boy moved into position between her legs, aiming his huge phallus with 
both hands. The burgeoning tip of it glistened in the light of the rising 
moon as he pointed directly at Candy's wet, quivering cleft. A steady stream 
of obscenity flowed from her lips now, her mind reeling wildly, totally 
unhinged with raw passion. 

She felt the throbbingly hot cock knob touch her flesh. "Yes, yes, yes! 
Shove it in. Push it in hard, as hard as you can!" 

Again she lifted her pelvis, forcing him into her. With a sigh, she felt his 
huge tip slip slowly between the pouty, swollen lips of her pussy. They 
hugged against it, catching tightly behind the flange of its inflated glans, 
and he moaned at the hotness of her smooth, hidden flesh. 

Shoving his hips forward, he entered her, pushing her nether lips obscenely 
apart, forcing his thick, meaty penis far up into her gripping channel. She 
cried out wildly, the pain of his entrance throwing her into near 
unconsciousness. Sobbing and groaning, Candy tossed her head from side to 
side, her brown hair pasting itself against her cheeks. She closed her eyes 
tightly, concentrating on the stretching, ripping pain in her vagina. He 
would kiss her, she was sure. Still, there was something wantonly, wildly 
exciting about this. She wanted more. She wanted it all. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, tossing her head about faster than before. "Fuck, 
fuck, fuck me to death!" 

The youth was moving quickly now, his buttocks bunching and straining as he 
pushed his long, thick penis into her body and then jerked it out again 
until only his smooth, drooling glans was still enclosed in the burning 
tightness between her thighs. In, out, again and again, harder and harder 
with each punishing stroke. The seething sweat poured from his body, and he 
felt as though he might pass out from sheer passion. When he saw this woman 
fucking in the woods he knew she was worth having. He had been right. 

Shivering all over, he shoved forward, sounding the depths of her, driving 
his pulsating phallus further into her than it had gone before. The moans 
came gurgling out of her mouth, and her long, red painted nails scrabbled 
frantically at his back and shoulders. She was coming. 

Candy's wildly enflamed pussy lips opened like a flower in full bloom, and 
she flooded the boy's gigantic penis with her musky, female juices. The 
warmth and wetness surrounded him, and with a wild, high-pitched scream he 
came, shooting her interior full of his hot, starchy smelling sperm. She 
felt it enter her channel, churning and hot with life, and she screamed with 
passion, her voice matching his. The two of them writhed together on the 
ground, their bodies tearing at one another and their faces wet with tears. 

Whimpering, the depths of her passion drained completely, Candy fell 
unconscious in Hando Rubosa's strong, supple arms. 

Chapter Nine 

Marta Changusa pulled into Hal's service station for the second time that 
day. "Ah," she said, surveying the blond man's supple body appreciatively, 
"I see you were waiting for me." 

"Sure," he answered, grinning at her as he jumped into her battered car. 
"This afternoon was only a preview, right?" 

"That is correct. Tonight, I have something very special planned. Tell me, 
do you like group activities?" 

"Sex you mean? Sure. Love 'em." 

Actually, Hal had never tried group sex, but after this afternoon with the 
blonde woman, he felt ready for anything. If her friends were anything like 
she was, he was in for an evening to remember. There was nothing Hal wanted 
more right now. He had tried calling home a hundred times during the day. 
Each time the phone rang and rang with no answer. Wherever Sandra was, she 
was playing hard to get. Hal had decided to stop worrying about her. Sandra 
was a grown woman. Let her take care of herself. He was not going to chase 
after her, and while she was away, he had made up his mind to enjoy himself 
to the fullest. 

"Where we going?" he asked as they sped down the highway. 

"You will see soon enough," the dark-skinned woman said, smiling at him. 

She turned off on the road that went by his house. They bounced along for 
some time until they passed a small sports car parked off to one side. 

"Hey," Hal called out, "That car belongs to a friend of mine. What's it 
doing here?" 

"Never mind that now. You and I have more important things to do than look 
for your friend or worry about a parked car. Who knows? Perhaps it. is a 
meeting in the woods, something of a loving nature." 

"Yeah, maybe," Hal answered. Knowing Candy, that could well be the case. 
After all, she had been quick enough to lure him into the bushes. He was not 
going to worry about her now, any more than he was going to think about 
Sandra. It was almost night, too late to worry. 

The blonde woman pulled the car off into the driveway of an abandoned farm. 
The house had burned many years before, and the barn was little more than a 
pile of weathered boards and beams. 

"Come," she said. "Follow me." She walked off into the darkness. 

Hal followed, his eyes on the curve of her back and on the lush fullness of 
her swinging hips. This afternoon, the woman had f ellated him to one of the 
most exciting climaxes he had ever known. Tonight there was no telling what 
promises lay ahead. Before it was over, he knew he would have the experience 
of group involvement. He had read and heard so much about orgiastic 
behavior, had secretly yearned to participate. Now he was to have his 
chance. Hal's -heart beat excitedly as he followed the blonde woman through 
the trees, ducking to keep from being hit in the face by the low branches. 

"Come," she said, turning to him, "We have only a little further to go. You 
will find it well worth the walk." 

They stepped into a small clearing. Hal could see, even in the darkness, 
that some sort of pavilion had been set up. Above, a huge piece of painted 
canvas had been stretched to form a roof. Its corners were secured to the 
tree tops by long ropes. Prom its corners hung curtains that formed its 
walls. 

"We will perform a sort of ritual tonight," the woman said, her accented 
voice low and purring. "I feel certain you will find it exciting and 
enjoyable." 

"Ritual? That usually has something to do with religion, doesn't it?" 

"Sometimes, yes. Think of what happens here as drama if you like. Each of us 
shall play a part. I take the part of Ishtar, the goddess of physical love. 
I direct the actions of you and of the other participants." 

"I get it. You decide who fucks who, right?" 

The woman smiled. "Something like that, perhaps. You will take off your 
clothing and put on the costume provided. It is there, on the ground, One of 
our participants is already in position. See?" She lifted one of the 
curtains, and Hal peered into the space within. 

The pavilion was dimly lighted by banks of candles and hanging lanterns. 
Near its center stood a rough scaffolding. Hanging from it, arms and legs 
stretched apart, was a female figure, its head downcast. The figure's hands 
and feet were bound tightly to the scaffold. It wore a mask covering the 
upper two thirds of its face, and its beautifully formed, lushly smooth 
breasts were bare. A long, silky cape of red satin trimmed in white was 
draped over its shoulders. Gold and silver chains hung thickly from its slim 
hips, half-hiding the crotch. 

Hal looked, blinked his eyes, and then looked again. The woman's groin had 
been shaved completely. Her pouting pussy lips were as clean and hairless as 
a child's. The blond man stared at her, his mouth watering. What would it be 
like to eat at that open, incredibly smooth slit? 

"Who is she?" he whispered. 

"She is Altara, goddess of the dawn. Altara is the prisoner of the night. It 
is up to the sun to free her. It is all part of the ritual. The sun is 
Solono." The word rolled off her tongue with a rumble that ran excited 
shivers up and down Hal's spine. She looked directly at him. "You, oh, 
golden giant, are Solono. You will free Altara." 

"And just how do I do that?" 

"With the help of the earth spirit. I shall direct you as to what to do when 
the ritual begins." 

"Hey, look, I'm not really the religious type." 

The woman threw back her head and laughed. "Do not be afraid. Everything is 
for the best. You will see." 

"But I thought you said ..." 

"That there would be sex? Yes. Do not worry so, my godly one. Ease yourself 
with this as you don your costume." She handed Hal a tall goblet of amber 
fluid. 

He sniffed it. It smelled like some kind of wine. He took a sip, the honey 
sweetness of the liquid exciting his tastebuds. "Hey," he said, taking 
another drink, "This stuffs good." 

"Enjoy it. I shall leave you now. Hurry and prepare yourself." The woman 
disappeared. 

Slipping into the small tent behind the pavilion, Marta found Hando bending 
over Sandra. "Is she conscious?" she whispered. 

Looking up at her, the dark-eyed boy shook his head no. 

"Do not concern yourself. I will prepare her for the ceremony. I see you 
have made the other woman ready. You are certain it is the right one, 
Sandra's so-called friend?" 

Hando grinned from ear to ear and shook his head vigorously up and down. 

Marta chuckled to herself. "At times I believe you would rather shave them 
than anything else. You have done well, my friend. Go now and ready 
yourself. You must play the god of darkness. Tonight we perform a beautiful 
ceremony, and perhaps we will bring happiness to this dear child." She laid 
a cool hand on Sandra's forehead. 

As Hando disappeared, Sandra opened her eyes. "What? Marta, it's you. I must 
have fallen asleep again, hours ago it seems like. It's dark outside." 

"And time for the ceremony, my beautiful one-. You promised to participate. 
Do you remember?" 

"Yes, yes I do. But as soon as it's done, I have to go home. You 
understand?" 

"Yes, of course. Your costume is here. You will be Shanta, the spirit of the 
earth." She handed Sandra a pile of flimsy garments. 

"But what am I supposed to do? I don't go in for this sort of thing much." 
She looked distrustingly at the sheer costume. 

"Do not worry. I will instruct you as the ritual progresses. I am Ishtar." 

"You're sort of the master of ceremonies then, like on television," Sandra 
said, giggling. 

"Something like that. Be ready in as lit* tie time as possible." She poured 
a glass of wine from the decanter beside Sandra's cot. "Drink this." "I had 
some before. It puts me to sleep." "You have slept sufficiently. Now it will 
simply relax you. Drink and enjoy." "Thank you, Marta. Thank you for 
everything." Smiling, she lifted the goblet to her lips. 

"And thank you for taking part in our ritual. It is important." 

"That's okay. It sounds like fun. I don't get to dress up and perform like 
this very often." With a slow smile and a slight bow, Marta left the tent. 

Sandra held her costume up to the light. It consisted of a black velvet vest 
trimmed in gold braid. The garment was open at the front. She wondered if 
Hando was going to witness the performance. If he did, she wondered whether 
her nearly nude breasts would excite him. From the way he had looked at her 
ever since she arrived, his dark eyes burning, she suspected he would be 
aroused, to say the least. 

Harem pants of bright green chiffon completed the costume. This was 
ridiculous, she thought. She would feel like the slave girl in a B grade 
movie. Holding the pants up, she discovered that they were nearly 
transparent. She found out some- thing else too. They had an open crotch. 
Once she got into them, she would be bare from the base of her stomach to 
the top of her buttocks. Well, she decided, what difference did that make? 
This whole experience was crazy, a once in a lifetime thing. Why not go 
along with it? The last item she was to wear was an elaborate mask that 
covered the top half of her face. Mirrors had been sewn to its surface, and 
the eye holes were outlined in gold thread. It was beautiful, a work of art. 

Sandra finished off the last of the wine in her glass, and poured herself 
some more. If she were going to appear in this getup, she had better be as 
relaxed as possible. As she slipped into the skimpy costume with its wide 
open crotch, she caught herself wondering what part the handsome, mute Hando 
would play in the ritual. This could all turn out to be very interesting. 

Her fingers moved instinctively to caress the hair-studded fissure of her 
cunt. Strange, she thought, ideas like this never crossed her mind, at least 
not usually. Perhaps there was something about these people, about being out 
here in the woods, something about the wine. But that was silly. She was 
simply doing Marta a favor, returning a kindness. If Hando were to take 
liberties ... Well, she would worry about that when the time came, not 
before. Taking one last drink of the honey flavored wine, Sandra left the 
tent, heading for the pavilion. 

Chapter Ten 

The candle flames leaped high, throwing strange, twisting shadows over the 
curtain walls of the canvas roofed pavilion. Sandra gasped as she peeked 
inside. While the space was not especially large, there was a sense of 
mystery about it. What she found most intriguing was that something hung 
from a wooden framework. It looked like a large red cape trimmed in white. 
Somewhere in the background drums beat rhythmically, and reed flutes played 
high, mysterious notes. 

Sandra entered and looked about her, still feeling self-conscious in her 
very revealing costume. She clutched the halves of her vest together in a 
vain effort to hide her swelling breasts. Perhaps this whole thing was not 
such a good idea, after all. Maybe she should simply turn around and get 
back to the tent. She could slip quietly into her trench coat and be gone 
before Marta knew she was missing. 

"Ah," said a voice behind her. "I see you have prepared yourself." It was 
Marta Changusa. She was wearing a high, feathered headdress of white ostrich 
plumes with strings of silver beads that draped down under her throat. Her 
body was covered with a filmy robe of white, her enormous breasts jutting 
out from it, their dark nipples clearly outlined through the thin fabric. 

"I'm ready, but I'm- not sure I want to go through with this. I mean ..." 

"Hush, child. It will not take long. Besides, one never knows the good which 
can come from such a ritual as this. It could change your life. Come with 
me." She took Sandra's arm, and the girl went along with her. She might as 
well get this over with. There was no way out of it now. 

"Sit here," Marta said, indicating a low bench covered with a richly 
patterned oriental rug. Sandra sank down onto it, trying hard to keep her 
legs together so as not to be revealed by the gap in the pants. The air was 
hazy with smoke and smelled heavily of incense. Suddenly, Sandra felt dizzy. 
It must be the wine, she decided. Perhaps she should not have drunk so much 
of it. 

Across the room, Hal was feeling dizzy as well, but he did not care. He was 
too busy watching the young woman who had just entered the room. While he 
was intrigued by her mirrored mask, he was really interested in her superb, 
supple looking body. Her harem pants hid almost nothing, and he could feel 
his penis beginning to uncoil as he watched her subtle curves and long, 
tapering legs. He had really stumbled into something special here, he 
decided. Between the masked woman who hung from the scaffolding, her twat 
shaved and open to his gaze and this graceful new addition, he was in for a 
real treat. 

Solono, god of the Sun, the blonde woman had called him, and Hal was 
costumed accordingly. On his head was a tall crown of gold colored metal 
with a visor which extended down to cover his eyes and nose, masking him 
just as the two women were masked. His broad chest was bare, except for a 
large, round breast plate stamped with a twisting, sunburst design. It was 
suspended from his neck on a heavy chain, and another chain looped around 
his lower back to keep it from flopping out when he bent over. His trim, 
muscular hips were encircled by another length of chain which held up his 
loin covering, a heavily embroidered affair of thick material which was so 
long it nearly brushed the ground. It included two panels, one hiding his 
long, erect penis, the other covering the long crack of his buttocks. Unlike 
loin cloths he had seen before, this one made no attempt to cup his 
genitals. They hung flopping and loose beneath the fabric cover, just the 
way Hal liked it. Wide bracelets clasped his ankles and wrists. He really 
did feel a bit like a sun god. 

The sound of drums swelled louder, and Marta Changusa swept into the center 
of the pavilion. Standing beneath the hanging woman, she began, her voice a 
low, rhythmical chant, her long fingers writhing in time to the music. 

"Altara, the goddess of dawn, hangs imprisoned by the Night. He dances now 
about her, laughing at the sight." 

A male figure leapt into view. It was Hando Rubosa, clad only in a high, 
silver studded, black headdress and a tight leather jock strap. He danced 
wildly about, writhing with the drum beats. 

Sandra gasped. Finally she could see where the coils of the snake on his 
chest went. Never had she seen a tattoo so strange, so oddly sensual. Her 
eyes traced the curving lines of the snake's body, artistically created to 
harmonize exactly with the boy's tensely muscled body. She found herself 
delightfully aroused by his near nudity, and she watched hungrily as he 
cavorted about the center of the room. What was it he was dancing in front 
of? The hugely billowing cape hid him from her view half the time. That was 
annoying, and Sandra decided to do something about it. 

Getting up slowly so as not to disturb the proceedings, she moved around to 
where she could get a better look at Hando's wildly writhing body. As she 
looked up at the scaffold, she let out a frightened gasp. For the first time 
she saw the female figure that hung there, masked and inert, apparently 
unconscious. Her eyes focused on the lewd, shaved slit of the woman's 
crotch. It looked impossibly silky, like a baby's behind. 

As she watched, Hando bent forward, and his long, pink tongue flicked out to 
tickle the naked cleft. The hanging woman groaned loudly, her body writhing 
against its bonds. So, Sandra thought, she was not unconscious after all. 
Perhaps she had only been drugged. 

She shook her head. Her own mind was none too clear after drinking that 
honeyed wine. She should have known better. Fascinated, she looked on while 
Hando continued to lave the woman's vulnerable crack with his educated 
tongue. She could almost feel the wetness of it licking at her own pussy and 
caught herself envying the hanging female. Just as her fingers began moving 
down to touch the tingling place between her own thighs, Marta, as Ishtar, 
spoke again. 

"To help her sister, Shanta hurries. But Night is strong. He has no 
worries." The white robed woman was beckoning to Sandra. 

What was she supposed to do? Shrugging her shoulders, she ran forward, 
following the words of the poem. His muscular arms spread wide, Hando rushed 
to meet her. Winding himself about her shivering body, he ran his long, slim 
fingers up and down her back. She gasped at the hotness of his chest 
pressing against her nakedness. His hugely aroused penis throbbed at her 
groin, and she could feel every detail of it through the leather strap. 

Hando's lips found hers, and the two of them kissed, Sandra's erect nipples 
poking into his tatooed chest. Mouths open, they dueled, Hando overwhelming 
her with the musky scent of his maleness. He was totally animal, and Sandra 
knew it. She had known it from the moment she laid eyes on him, and now she 
was experiencing his overt sexuality first hand. Soft, mewling noises 
escaped her throat as her wret tongue tickled along the underside of his 
writhing, wet oral instrument. She could taste the saltiness of the hanging 
female's cunt juices in his mouth, and it excited her all the more. Her own 
pussy was leaking freely now, its moist flow soaking into the black leather 
of Hando's restraining pouch. She twisted in his arms, and his smooth hands 
found their way to her silken buttocks. His fingers dug savagely into her 
soft flesh. He pushed the cheeks together, rubbing the sensitive halves of 
her long, hairless crack against one another. Sandra groaneb! deep in her 
throat, pushing her quivering cunt into the man's throbbing groin. All else 
was forgotten. Now all she wanted was to be entered by this youth's 
magnificent penis. She wanted it probing into the softness of her pussy, 
pushing the walls apart, touching her deepest parts. Sandra whimpered 
pleadingly, her nostrils flaring as she once again breathed in the masculine 
scent of him. Slowly Hando lowered her to the ground at the base of the 
scaffolding. She could look directly up into the suspended woman's pussy. It 
gaped redly open between her splayed, bound legs, Hando's spittle causing it 
to glisten lewdly in the flickering light of the candles. 

Sandra's eyes followed the length of the shaved, naked slit. It was so 
beautiful, so alive, so vulnerable. She caught herself wishing she could be 
open like that, every hair cut away, freeing her to each lascivious 
sensation. 

Through passion slitted eyes she watched Hando Rubosa as he stood over her. 
With slow, deliberate movements he peeled the black strap down his long 
legs, his trim hips undulating softly in the flickering candlelight. 

Sandra caught her breath as his huge penis flopped free. It was easily 
eleven inches long, the largest and thickest she had ever seen. She gazed 
hungrily at the elegant drape of his foreskin, wondering at the fist size 
knob of power it held hidden within it. Her entire groin was twitching with 
lewd expectation. She spread her legs wide, her fingers scrabbling along the 
tender insides of her thighs, inviting the young man to take her, to 
vanquish her burning desires, to ravish her aching, fleece-covered cleft. 
She could feel the liquids of lust gushing within her, the moist sweetness 
oozing out through the pouting, swollen lips of her twat. Urgent, mewling 
cries came from her tense throat, and her mouth was dry with raw excitement. 

Moving forward, Hando placed the sole of his right foot directly on Sandra's 
trembling cuntal mound. She felt the long, well articulated toes wriggling 
against her exposed, hotly aroused flesh and let out a long, low animalistic 
moan. She was greedy, hungry for his maleness, eagerly begging for 
satisfaction. She wiggled beneath him, her buttocks rising from the ground. 

Naked, the light catching the glistening layer of sweat that covered his 
lithely muscled body, Hando lowered himself to her. On his knees between her 
opened legs, he stroked his rigidly erect phallus with trembling fingers, 
pulling back the foreskin to reveal his shiny, musk scented head. He moved 
the foreskin back and forth lewdly, the tacky wetness of his syrupy male 
fluid causing a slurping sound that seemed like music to Sandra's passion 
sensitive ears. 

Hando leaned forward, a leering smile wreathing his face. His long, wolfish 
tongue snaked out to lickingly moisten his full lips, and he lunged into 
her. Without warning, the punishing hardness of his swelling knob sank 
between the soft folds of her cuntflesh. Sandra let out a pitiful moan. The 
pain was mind boggling. He was stretching the delicate walls of her vagina 
to the breaking point. 

"Stop. Pleeeeeeease stop!" the girl cried. "You're killing me. You're gonna 
rip me apart!" 

Hando pushed onward as though he did not even hear her. Tossing his proud 
head from side to side, his black eyes snapping* he rammed his huge, 
brutally raping cock into her body. His hands shot, palms downward, to her 
flopping breasts. Closing his fingers over the lush fullness of them, he 
kneaded the flesh roughly, making Sandra scream out even louder as stirring 
pain shot through her trembling young body. 

She lay mewling on the ground, her legs splayed helplessly as the sex crazed 
male shoved his lewdly hardened erection into her sweating body over and 
over again. Her glassy eyes gazed upward, trying to focus. She could make 
out the shaved cunt lips of the woman who hung above her. There were drops 
of dewy moisture dripping from the sheared opening as if it were an open 
wound. Sandra knew then that the female was awake and watching what was 
going on below her. She cried out all the louder. Would no one rescue her 
from this gypsy demon? 

Now, Marta spoke again, her volume diminished, her tone soft and crooning. 
"Help is coming, do not fear. Solono, the Sun and god is near." Clapping her 
hands, she beckoned Hal to come forward. 

He moved slowly into the center of the room, his eyes wide behind the 
openings of the mask he wore. Never in his life had he been part of a scene 
so sexually arousing. He felt sure that the amber wine had some effect. 
Nevertheless, the sight of the terrified young woman being raped by the 
lavishly tatooed young male while another woman, helpless, hung above with 
her cunt dripping forth its musky smelling fluids was enough to drive him 
mad with raw lust. 

Sandra tried to follow what Marta was chanting in her deep, sonorous voice. 
She had said something about help, and then some words about a sun god. She 
fought for breath, Hando's huge, punishing penis driving into her 
relentlessly. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. With wide eyes, she 
looked toward a new movement off to her left. There stood a tall, gold 
masked figure. The Sun, she was sure. He was beautiful, the candlelight 
reflecting off his sweating muscles. What lay beneath that ground sweeping 
loin cover, and where on Earth had this superhuman figure come from? Sandra 
cried out to him, desperate for help. 

The chanting began again, the voice of Ishtar rising musically above the 
hypnotic sound of the drums. "Now comes the battle they must fight, the god 
of Sun and god of 

Night." 

The golden figure circled he fucking couple. Sandra cried out again, her 
voice filled with fear and pleading. "Help! Oh please, please help me. He's 
killing meee- eeeeeee!" 

The tall figure swayed before Sandra's tear-filled eyes. Would he help her? 
The chanting goddess had said distinctly that there was to be a battle. 
Biting her lips to keep from crying out as the hugely erect male organ 
continued to batter against the tender walls of her bruised vagina, she 
waited to see what would happen next. 

"Now the struggle must be won, with use of Shanta by the Sun." 

What could the woman mean by that? 

Shanta, that was her, Sandra thought, panic rising in her belly. Ishtar 
clapped her hands together commandingly. At the signal, Hando grappled with 
Sandra. Wrapping both his strong arms around her neck, he lifted her up, 
driving the gigantic stake of his prick even further up into her feverish 
guts than before. With one quick movement to the side, he rolled the girl 
over. Lying on his back, he grinned up at her lewdly, his ravaging penis 
still buried all the way up her twat. She sprawled across his chest, trying 
to understand what was happening. 

Hal. was staggering so he could hardly navigate. Something in that wine had 
gotten to him, he decided. He blinked his eyes. What did they expect of him? 
What was he supposed to do next? He focused his gaze on the upturned 
buttocks of the woman who was being fucked half to death on the ground. The 
cheeks looked succulent and impossibly smooth in the half light. Her legs 
were splayed wide as they straddled those of the tattooed male under her. 
Hal could see the base of the man's obscenely large penis where it 
disappeared between the soft looking folds of the woman's wet, throbbingly 
alive cuntal passage. The chanting priestess had said something about the 
use of Shanta by the Sun. He was supposed to be the Sun. 

Suddenly, his eyes trained on the woman's openly stretched buttocks, Hal 
knew what to do. Whether it was what they wanted from him or not, that 
lewdly stretched, totally hairless crevice was just too much to resist. 
Opening his eyes wide, he caught a glimpse of the woman's tightly clenched 
anal rosebud. It looked so tiny, so impossibly tight, that there was no way 
he could keep himself from testing it. Would she be able to accommodate him? 
He would know in less than a moment. He remembered how Sandra had howled and 
screamed at him for even suggesting that he might like to enter her through 
that forbidden gateway. Now he would do it to this masked female. He could 
pretend to himself he was blasting open his wife's anterior lips and that 
she was loving it, inviting him ever onward until he was all the way inside, 
his thick, pubic bush scrubbing at the heavenly softness of her ass cheeks. 

Hal knelt between the outstretched legs of the young, dark skinned man who 
lay beneath the female, ramming his burgeoning penis all the way up into her 
accepting twat. She was no longer resisting the savage onslaught, Hal could 
see that. She pushed down to meet her. By now, she must feel as though it 
were coming out her mouth. That was nothing compared to what she was about 
to feel from him, Hal thought, smiling to himself. 

Using both hands, he pulled her supple buttocks apart. Sandra gasped loudly 
as the cold air hit her rectal opening. What was the strange, tall man 
doing? Why did he not leave her alone? She was just admitting to herself 
that she was enjoying what Hando was causing to happen within her sex 
ravished body. The pain was gone. Each new thrust brought with it new 
sensations of filling, exciting, sexual satisfaction. Every pore of her 
perspiring body called out for more. If he suddenly decided he was going to 
stick his whole arm up into' her flooding pussy, she was sure she could take 
it and beg for more. How would she ever face her husband after this? She 
made up her mind to worry about that later. Right now she was at the sexual 
peak of her life. 

Something hard and pulpy touched Sandra's behind. It moved moistly along her 
hairless crack. It felt good. What was the masked man doing? The massive 
knob stopped directly on her sensitive anal ring. Suddenly she knew what he 
intended to do. 

"No!" Sandra screamed. "You can't! You mustn't. I can't take it. Nooooooo!" 
She squirmed about wildly, caught on the mighty stake of Hando's 
unrelentingly hard prick. 

Sensing her panic, the young man grabbed her around the back, holding her 
tightly against his heaving, sweaty chest, keeping her utterly immobile and 
open to the lewd attack. 

Sandra screamed and cried. She could not endure this, she was certain. There 
was nothing in the world she feared more completely than anal rape. She had 
had nightmares about it from the time she was a child. Even when she tried 
to tell her mother about her fear filled dreams, the woman would not listen. 
The idea was too horrible even to discuss. 

"Pleeeeeeease, please, let me go," she sobbed. "He'll kill me. I don't want 
to die. Somebody help me, pleeeeeeease!" 

All at once, Ishtar was standing over her, smiling down lovingly, radiantly 
beautiful in her snow white robes. Sandra was sure she had come to rescue 
her. The woman thrust a tall goblet toward her mouth. 

"Here," she commanded, "Drink. It will relax you and make your desires well 
up thrillingly within you. When we are finished here, you will be a new 
woman, complete for the first time in your life." 

"No, I can't. I..." Sandra choked and sputtered as the sweet, amber colored 
wine filled her mouth. She swallowed despite herself, and the liquid spewed 
hotly down her throat. Instantly, her already warm body was atingle with new 
life, and the hot penis throbbing within her tightly hugging vagina excited 
her even more fully than before. 

The hands spread her buttocks insistently, pulling the halves apart, opening 
her up mercilessly. Sandra writhed and sobbed, her universe centered on the 
smooth, hot cock knob that was getting ready to plow into her rectal 
passage. The last bit of virginity she possessed was going. She whimpered 
pitifully. 

Sandra screamed, her terrified voice ripping through the evening air. She 
felt the man working his burning tip between the smooth, fleshy mounds of 
her buttocks until it nudged salaciously against the tightly puckered lips 
of her hole. 

"Nooooooo," she moaned, knowing that her protests would do no good at all. 

The man tightened his grip on her squirming cheeks and pushed hard into her 
nakedly splayed body. She was vulnerable, caught on the huge thickness of 
Hando's rigid phallus. She could feel his steel hardness pushing against her 
tight opening, forcing, demanding entrance. There was no way to stop him. 

The vainly resisting muscles of her anal ring collapsed in defeat, and, 
grabbing her harder than before, the muscular animal above her pulled her 
back against his groin, yanking her onto his impaling thickness. Sandra's 
whole body shook violently, and she cried aloud. 

"Noooooool Aggggggh. You're hurting me. You're killing me. Take it out. 
Please. Somebody help me. It's so gigantic, so big, tooooo big!" 

Then, as if something magic had happened, Sandra stopped screaming. Just as 
she had suddenly come to respond to the sensation of Hando's immensely 
punishing cock slamming into her, she now found herself beginning to enjoy 
the skewering hard thrusts of this naked, all-possessing prick. 

Marta had been right. The sensation was wonderful She was being filled 
totally with pulsing, living cock. Hando's massive erection was still 
stretching the walls of her cunt with a force she had never before known. At 
the same time, the man in- vading her body from the rear was also giving her 
something new, and Sandra would never forget the feeling of the wildly 
exciting double fucking. 

"Ohhhhh, yessssss," she hissed, pushing her buttocks back to demand more of 
the filling, stretching meat. "It feels so goddamn big, as big as my arm. 
Ohhhhhhh!" 

Hal moaned with pain and pleasure. The woman's hole was tighter even than he 
imagined it would be. Never again would he be totally satisfied merely with 
a cunt. This was like nothing else in the whole world. He gazed down the 
length of his body to watch his stiffened erection slide hotly in and out of 
her gripping anus. Her pink flesh clung furiously to the gleaming hardness 
of his penis, as if it were afraid to let it slip away. 

Sandra groaned, her body trembling all over as the last inch of his harshly 
erect cock bored into her bowel with the hardness of a hot steel rod. She 
choked with abandon, her slender body squirming and bucking savagely between 
the two sweat-soaked men. Her full, sensuous hips began a slow, writhing 
dance of unbridled sexuality, and she whimpered in wanton ecstasy. In the 
wildness of her totally aroused mind, Sandra realized she had just been 
born. She was now the completely alive, sensually aware woman she wanted to 
be, that Hal wanted her to be. She could hardly wait to get home to him. He 
would never believe the change in her. She would fuck him to utter, 
satisfied exhaustion. 

She groaned, her naked butt cheeks clenching and unclenching with salacious 
fervor, her flooding pussy bathing Hando's ever-rubbing erection with 
womanly fluids. 

Suddenly, someone was lifting her, raising her up by the shoulders, forcing 
the upper portion of her body upward, hurting her back. It was Ishtar, a 
lewdly excited smile on her full lips. She pulled Sandra up insistently, and 
then the girl understood why. The dripping, fluid oozing cunt of the hanging 
woman was an inch from her face. The wildly musky scent of it filled her 
nostrils, and she found herself drooling excitedly. Her eyes wide, she 
looked into the pinkly folded convolutions of the shaved opening. It was so 
beautiful, more lovely than anything she had ever seen. The drops of 
moisture, female dew, stood out around its quivering lips, and they shown 
brightly in the light like a thousand precious diamonds. 

Sandra opened her full, hotly trembling lips and closed them again over the 
silken surface of the woman's nakedly splayed cunt. The masked female above 
her gave a low, soul-shattering moan, and Sandra felt the twat lips against 
her mouth begin to open, blossoming like a rose in the hot summer sun. 

The bound woman was coming, climaxing frantically all over Sandra's face and 
into her eagerly sucking mouth. She ate of the wetness, opening her lips to 
the flood, licking at the distended pussy with her hot, warmly coaxing 
tongue. She would not be satiated until she had it all. The sweet, womanly 
flavor drenched her excited tastebuds, and still she ate, again licking, 
delving deep between the salaciously bare lips. 

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Hando was coming. He pushed up into Sandra's 
screamingly tight slit and let go a fountain of hot, viscous cum. She took 
it all, moaning and twisting her hips from side to side as she felt the 
torrent of hot syrup pour into her. 

The wild action of her body set off Hal's climax. "Ahhhhhhh shit," he 
groaned, his voice coming in heaving gasps. "I'm co-mmmmming, commmmmmmi-ng 
forever." He pushed into Sandra's stranglingly tight anus one more time, 
burying his hot, vomiting prick all the way up into her trembling bowels. 

As she felt the wetness enter her body from all sides, Sandra reached out 
for and achieved the greatest climax of her life. Her whole frame shook with 
wildly sensual pleasure as the womanly wetness flooded out of the quivering 
hotness of her insides. She was coming, coming, coming from deep within 
herself, from places she never knew existed. It was the climax of a 
complete, totally aroused female. Never again would she be shy about sex. 
Never again would she hesitate before trying a new sensual experiment. This 
ceremony had made her whole, dramatically ready to give and to receive the 
entire experience. 

The three of them lay exhausted on the ground, Sandra still pinned between 
the two men's bodies. 

"Come," Marta said, her voice low and calm. "It is complete. The ritual is 
over." 

The drums had ceased, along with the mysterious flute music. The sounds of 
the night were all around them, quiet sounds, normal sounds. 

Sandra looked up at the golden male as he pulled his deflated penis from her 
body and sat down heavily on the ground beside her. She felt no regret about 
what had happened between them. Whoever he was, he certainly was handsome. 

Slowly, Hal pulled off his gold crown and visor and grinned sheepishly at 
the masked woman beside him. To his dismay, she began to laugh, quietly at 
first and then louder, until her whole body was shaking with it. She pulled 
herself away from the dark, tattoo-covered youth who lay beneath her and sat 
up, still giggling hysterically. 

"Well," Hal snapped defensively, "I'm glad you think it's all so funny. Fm 
glad you you think that everything I am doing is meant to be entertaining to 
you." 

She shook her head. "No, no, it's not that," she said, her voice so choked 
with laughing she could hardly speak. "You were wonderful! What's so funny 
is this." She pulled off her mask, and Hal stared at his wife in shocked 
disbelief. 

"Sandra! How? Where? How could this be?" 

"Don't worry about it. Isn't it wonderful?" She began to laugh all over 
again, and Hal found himself joining her. The two of them sat rocking on the 
ground, convulsed in laughter. 

Then a woman's voice was screaming from above. "Let me down! Let me go! I'll 
scream until the police come!" 

Jumping up quickly, Hando helped Marta loosen the bonds of the woman who 
hung from the scaffolding. Hal's eyes grew wide as he gazed at the youth's 
long, flopping cock. 

"Hey," he whispered, leaning close to his wife, "Did you actually just have 
that huge thing stuffed up your pussy?" 

"Every inch of it, Babe." She reached out and took his hand affectionately. 
"Why do you ask?" 

There was a worried look in Hal's eyes as he answered. "Do you think you'll 
ever be satisfied with me again after that?" 

Sandra chuckled softly and scooted over to snuggle against his muscular 
body. "There's not a thing to worry about, Honey. Not a thing in the world." 

The woman who had been tied above them staggered around, cursing loudly. 
"I'll get the police. That's what I'll do. So help me, I'll tell them 
everything. You'll pay for this, all of you." With fumbling hands, she 
pulled the mask from her head. Squinting, she looked down at Hal and Sandra 
who were sitting at her feet. She let out a piercing scream and dropped the 
mask. Bolting suddenly, she ran from the pavilion and out into the night. 

"My God!" Sandra exclaimed, "That was Candy!" 

"It sure as hell was!" Hal replied. 

Their laughter began all over again, great gales of it rolling out of them 
as they sat hugging one another on the ground. 

"You know something else?" Bill added. "I'd be willing to bet she didn't 
recognize either one of us until just now." 

"Candy always was blind as a bat, from the time we were kids. Do you suppose 
we should go looking for her? It's dark out there." 

"Do not concern yourselves," Marta said. "Her car is near at hand, and it is 
in good running order. Hando has replaced everything he removed in order to, 
shall we say, detain her." 

"But why did you do all this?" Hal asked. 

"Your treacherous friend needed to be taught a lesson, as did you, my 
child." She smiled down at Sandra, patting her gently on the head. 

"I don't know about Candy, but I certainly learned mine." Sandra snuggled 
closer to Hal. "But what about Candy's threats? What if she does go to the 
police?" 

"It is doubtful that she will. In fact, I should not be surprised if it is a 
long time before you see your so called friend again. 

If she should talk to the police, well, Hando and I live as gypsies. We have 
a way of disappearing." 


EPILOGUE 

Several days later, Hal and Sandra lay in bed, the morning sun falling 
across their naked bodies. Her buttocks trembling from the wild screwing her 
husband had just given them, Sandra stretched in satisfaction. 

"You know something? I tried to call Candy yesterday, and I found out her 
phone's been disconnected." 

"I got a feeling she left town," Hal said as he reached out to caress her 
tight, smooth ass cheeks. "She was probably ashamed to face us after she 
enjoyed your eating her out so much." 

Sandra chuckled. "She came so hard, she practically drowned me." 

"I stopped by the woods last night on my way home from work." Hal's fingers 
found their way down to caress the base of her warm, moist cunt. 

"Did you see Marta and Hando?" Sandra asked, spreading her legs. 

"There was no sign of them. You would never know there'd been anybody camped 
there." 

Sandra sighed. "What a shame. I never felt as though we really told them how 
grateful we were for what they did for us," She raised her buttocks, letting 
his fingers explore the length of her sizzling icleft. 

"Oh, I don't think you should worry about that. I'm sure they knew." 


End
