MLP-201  Forbidden To Swap
[aka 'The Corrupted Swappers']
(Sharon Kiley)


FOREWORD 

For every crime there is a punishment. And it is sometimes fitting that the 
punishment suits the crime-particularly in the gray area of sexuality 
morality. Who is the authority to tell one person that his sex life is wrong 
and another that his is right? 

Swapping has long been a factor in many societies, not excluding the great 
American Society. But sometimes the participants are less than wildly eager 
on all counts to take part. 

Husbands have taken wives to court, wives have taken husbands for forcing 
them to engage in sexual activities with other people that they didn't want 
to engage in. 

Sometimes, as court records show, it is the initiator of the swapping who 
thinks his spouse, dragged into it by his or her heels, has gone overboard. 

Forbidden To Swap is a story about this unfortunate aspect of sexual 
behavior. Two women, dragged into swapping by older men, must learn to cope. 
And, in learning to cope, they adapt all too well. Much more than their 
husbands would ever approve if they learned of it. 

Perhaps this book is a lesson in ironic justice. Someday May and Judy will 
have their secret discovered. Someday their husbands will know the ultimate 
truth. The question then will not be who is stronger-but only if the 
husbands are strong enough. 

While the seeds of reality are sown here, it is perhaps the seed of 
vengeance that will grow. Society is not all moribund. Some sexual 
restraints are simply the results of what earlier experimenters learned to 
avoid-and not for the obvious reasons. All lessons are not spelled out like 
provable experiments. Sometimes they are only hinted at by law and custom. 
And the venturesome individual should beware before he transcends the 
ultimate line. 

-THE PUBLISHER. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Alex..." 

May woke up slowly, her head foggy with sleep. She stuck her hand on the 
other side of the bed feeling for the warmth of her husband's body. 

It wasn't there. 

She sat bolt upright in their queen-sized bed and looked down in surprise at 
the place Alex was supposed to be sleeping. It was indented into the shape 
of his body. He had been there. But now he was gone and it was still way 
early in the morning for him to be up. 

She looked down at herself and wondered what it was that was driving her 
husband from their bed. He was a lot older than she. But looking at the 
nearly perfect globes of her big tits and the dark protuberance where her 
nipple poked out the nylon material of her blue nightie, May regained faith 
in herself. She was good looking. She was. Even if Alex were blind, his 
hands would be enough to tell him that. 

Below her breasts her waist tucked in and then started the swelling of her 
hips that graduated into her long, tapered legs. Alex always told her her 
legs were her best feature-despite the fact that she had a pretty face and a 
great set of boobs. He always told her that just when he was trying to run 
his tongue from her toes to her crotch, and she was resisting. But May knew 
that he was being truthful about her assets. 

A cold chill circulated around her heart and she got out of bed, trembling 
from a vague, undefined fear. Alex had never slipped out of bed like this 
before and it worried her. Ever since she had married the 
thirty-six-year-old juvenile court judge she had been shocked by his almost 
capricious nature. If he wanted something, he wanted it now. Not later and 
definitely not tomorrow. He was worse than the kids he judged. 

And last night was the worst time of all. He'd wanted to make love-screw, he 
called it-and she wouldn't let him. May gently rubbed her tit where he had 
grabbed her and told her she was going to do as he said. It had hurt then 
and it left a mark on her mind through the night. He was willing to toss her 
into bed and rape her and stick his fingers between her lush, young thighs 
and manipulate the opening to her vagina as if she were a thing and not a 
person. May had told him what she thought about that. Loudly. 

And then after they got into bed together, May had squeezed up against him 
and rubbed her big, firm, hot tits against his naked back and bounced her 
pelvis against his buttocks in a sort of counterfeit love that she knew he'd 
understand. 

Only Alex hadn't seemed to understand what she wanted. Her crotch had warmed 
up and she wished he'd put his hand back between her legs, but he didn't. He 
had just turned his back to her and rolled onto his own side of the bed. And 
all night May was entertained by the buzzing clicks of the electric alarm 
clock as she knew she couldn't fall asleep-whatever she did. 

Now, Alex was gone before the sun was even up. That wasn't like Alex. The 
youngest judge sitting in juvenile court in the city, he was well known for 
his late hours. When May first started dating Alex, that had been one of his 
attractions-he was a live wire, a swinger, despite his age. She enjoyed it 
then. 

But ... not now. 

Where could he have gone? The answer eluded May. And it worried her. It 
wasn't possible or reasonable that he could have gone to some other woman's 
bed at that time of day-but May wasn't positive that he hadn't. 

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up. The almost pre-dawn 
chill caused her to shiver. She wasn't wearing anything except a blue 
nightie that was so sheer it wouldn't have kept out a ray of sunshine, much 
less the cold, and her little panties. She looked down past the conical sway 
of her full breasts at her crotch and noted the fluffy pad of blonde hair 
that puffed her panties out. Stray curls escaped around the insides of her 
thighs and some pussy hair even stuck stiffly through the gauzy material 
itself. 

"Alex..." she called softly. She stepped forward and saw herself in the 
mirror, a white and blue ghost gliding through the early morning half-light. 
She couldn't help but think about the way her breasts bobbed as she moved. 
Alex liked to watch them, she knew. 

"Alex!" May's voice rose a notch. She didn't want to admit it to herself, 
but she was scared in the empty house. "ALEX!! ! " 

"What?" 

May almost peed in her blue panties. She had stepped out of the bedroom into 
the living room and Alex had practically snarled his question at her. He was 
sitting naked in an easy chair moodily contemplating his stiff cock and 
drinking a can of beer. 

May was fortified by the sight. Alex, naked, appealed to her. He had trim, 
crewcut, prematurely gray hair that made him look distinguished. Even the 
bristly hair on his chest was gray. He had thick, flat muscles across his 
chest and belly and his cock was rigidly in place, sticking straight up. May 
loved his penis. 

Standing straight up from his crotch, Alex's pecker was almost perfect by 
May's standards-not that she'd seen that many before she married Alex. But 
it was at least nine inches long and started out thick and gnarled at the 
base. It came up full thickness, like a round, pink sausage and tapered off 
into a dark, greasy looking head. 

Alex was stroking it, lightly rubbing his fingers over the head and up and 
down the shaft. He took a swallow of beer and his adam's apple bobbed, and 
then he worked his hand over the shaft in a smooth up and down motion, 
sliding the skin up and down the cock. 

May gulped. He was masturbating. Her husband was masturbating. 

The knowledge that he was jacking off disturbed May more than she could ever 
admit. She couldn't take her eyes off the glistening shaft of his pecker. 
The movement of his hand up and down his shaft was hypnotic and May's head 
bobbed up and down as she watched him stroking himself. 

"Don't do that," she said. 

Alex swallowed some more beer. "Why not?" he asked her. 

"It's not nice. It's not decent. You know very well that it isn't." 

He looked at his swollen cock and laughed bitterly. "It's not nice to say no 
to me all the time," he said. "I am your husband. Or have you forgotten 
that?" 

May swallowed. What she had feared was coming out in the open and she didn't 
want to talk about it. But she was going to have to whether she liked it or 
not. 

"What you want isn't. . . isn't decent, Alex." Her face was flushed and her 
breathing heavy. "You can't just lick ... just lick my ... my pussy because 
you want to. It isn't right." May stumbled and stuttered all over the words. 
She wasn't used to using such language and it embarrassed her to say such 
things to her husband. It was ... crude. 

"I can say anything I want to say," Alex growled. "Get your cunt over here 
right now." He waved the beer can at her to show her where he wanted her. 

Hesitantly, May did as her husband wanted. He was in one of his moods and 
she didn't dare cross him. She knew how he'd be if she did. She quivered 
with revulsion as he wrapped one of his arms around her hips and pulled her 
close. She had to admit privately that it was exciting when he nuzzled his 
face between her warm thighs and rubbed his nose against her hot vaginal 
slit. Even through her panties, she felt the touch of his nose gliding over 
her clitoris and exciting her. Resolutely, though, May determined not to 
respond. That would be something dirty, filthy. Something she'd never do. 

The tingle in May's crotch receded before the force of her will. Alex seemed 
to sense it and his face drew away from her loins. The removal of his hot 
breath from her crotch seemed a disproportionately terrible loss to May. She 
knew that anything so evil shouldn't be so enticing. But she was relieved 
that he was giving up. If he had continued, May was sure she wouldn't have 
been able to stop the juice from welling out of the tight-clenched lips of 
her puffy, soft cunt. 

"All right, baby," Alex said tightly. His face was away from her crotch and 
May felt relieved. She didn't have to worry about his hot tongue stroking 
her mound through the thin nylon of her robe and panties. He'd done it once 
before and she still recalled how it had unnerved her, the feel of his 
tongue pushing like a cock at her grasping slit. That had been unnerving, 
too. So hot and squishy feeling... 

"Yiiieee," May screamed unexpectedly. She jumped at the same time. 

Alex had slid the can of beer under her nightie and pressed it up against 
the puffy softness of her vaginal mound. It was cold. Sweaty with chill dew. 
May couldn't control her reactions when she felt that frigid can pushed up 
against her warm, tender pussy. Her legs squeezed and unsqueezed and worked 
around the can, but she couldn't get away. 

"Don't," she moaned. "Take it away, Alex. Please. Don't do that..." 

May's cunt quivered like butterfly wings. The unexpected assault by her 
husband on her pussy was so degenerate, so lascivious that May was 
speechless. 

Breathlessly, she tore away from Alex. But not before he hooked his finger 
in her panties and stripped them down her long, tapering thighs and calves. 
His finger brushed momentarily against the swollen lips of her vagina and, 
for a tantalizing moment, May thought he was going to violate her by 
sticking his finger up her twat. 

He wrapped his arm around her thigh and began to kiss it softly and gently. 
"You got great legs, baby," he crooned. He slipped his mouth upward, 
swinging around from the outside of her leg to the smooth, moist inside of 
her thigh. His fingers were gentle and his lips were even softer. "Great 
legs," he murmured again, caressing them. 

May tried to break away. His lips on her naked flesh made her all fluttery 
inside. His mouth was a constant threat of an assault of his tongue against 
her pudenda. 

But this time, May was well aware, this time she had no panties for the 
defense. Her crotch was bare-unprotected. There was nothing to discourage 
his tongue from lapping against her bare cunt flesh. She was paralyzed at 
the thought. Frozen. She couldn't let that happen. She renewed her defense 
with even greater frenzy. 

Alex clung tighter and May was only able to keep him away by pressing hard 
on his head with her hands. 

"Silly bitch," he muttered. "Silly fucking bitch." 

"Don't you dare," May panted back. "Don't you dare ... defile me, you 
beast." 

"Ha!" Alex snorted contemptuously. His other hand was shaking, making her 
whole body quiver in rhythm to his movements. His head was under her nightie 
and his lips were well above her knee. But she held him down. She was proud 
of that. She kept her husband from debasing himself by rooting in her sex 
slot like an animal. She kept his tongue from stroking her furry hole and 
making them both terribly ashamed. 

His hand stopped shaking and suddenly a terrible coldness engulfed May's 
pulsating crotch. She was chilled to the bone. She was paralyzed from her 
anus to her swollen clitoris. It was as if she had been dunked to her crotch 
in icy water. 

She looked down and moaned. Her pussy hairs were soaked with sudsy beer. 
Beer ran down the insides of her thighs. And she knew what had happened. 
Alex had shaken the can of beer and sprayed her pussy with the icy froth. 
That's what happened. 

"You're drunk," she said accusingly. She stared coldly at him. 

"Yes," he admitted happily, and started to lick the beer off her crotch. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Aaaahhh!" May couldn't contain the sound. It burst out of her lungs like an 
explosion. But it had started in her crotch where Alex's tongue was tickling 
her cunt. 

"That's it, you frigid bitch," Alex growled drunkenly. He rammed his tongue 
up against the soft, quivery, wrinkled flesh of her quim and began swabbing 
at her crotch with the broad surface of his tongue. 

May tried to pull away. What he was doing was dirty, obscene. And the fact 
that he was drunk made it even worse. Her own husband was degrading her in 
such a vile manner that May was almost driven to tears. She could feel each 
stab of his tongue tip against her tender vulva magnified a thousand times. 
He was flicking his tongue in and out of her twat with devastating effect. 
She couldn't control the frantic response of her hips as they started 
swaying back and forth, attempting to impale her cunt on his tongue. 

This is vile, May told herself again and again and again. 

But the reprimand was no help. Knowing that it was wrong did not erase the 
sudden surges of feeling that shot through her body, that tied knots in her 
vulva. She was enslaved by the ecstatic quiver in her pelvis that held her 
rooted to the spot. 

"That's the way," Alex panted. He had cupped her cute, rounded buttocks in 
his hands and was pulling her hips toward him. His face was under her short 
nightie and pressed against her lower belly. 

Looking down and seeing his head against her like that, May could only 
shiver. She couldn't see what his mouth was doing, but she could very 
definitely feel it. 

Alex's tongue was hot, almost fevered where it lapped up her soft flesh, 
absorbing the heady sheen of beer that coated her loins like perspiration. 
The hot probe of his tongue swirled unseen on her nether flesh. Not being 
able to see what he was doing with his mouth seemed to turn May on. Moment 
by moment she anticipated the movement of his lips, his tongue. 

She felt his hot, oral flesh getting nearer and nearer to her slit-then 
suddenly drawing away. 

She didn't want it to happen. She didn't want Alex to tongue fuck her, but 
it was so disappointing, somehow. He would get so close and then she grabbed 
his hair through the thin blue nylon of her nightie and held his face back. 
She was scared that he would do it-and disappointed when he didn't. It was 
like being on a roller coaster. The closer his hot lips got to her ... her 
cunt, the more excited she became. 

Her breath whooshed in and out of her lungs. May hadn't realized it, but she 
was panting heavily. Alex's mouth had just nibbled up the smooth inside of 
her thigh and his tongue was probing at the soft flesh where her buttock 
swelled out from her leg. 

"Al-l-l-l-e-x..." She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned softly." Please. 
Please stop, Alex." May tightened her grip on his hair and tried to hold his 
head back. 

Resolutely, Alex's tongue slid up from her thigh. May felt his nose pushing 
at her cunt slit as his tongue groped its way between her buttocks and 
lightly touched her ass-hole! 

"Aaagghhhaaa," May screamed softly. She was transfixed. She couldn't move 
her feet or her arms. It seemed impossible to May, but her husband had 
licked her butt with his tongue. His mouth had actually pressed against her 
rectum and the shock seemed to demand she do something. Anything. Anything 
but just stand there,. . 

But that was all May could do. Stand there. With her breath held until she 
thought she would burst while she waited. Her bladder ached and she wanted 
to pee. But Alex's face was between her legs. Otherwise May might have lost 
control and let the hot, yellow fluid run down her leg in a hard, steady 
flow. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" The shock of her husband's tongue against her rectum 
wasn't as unexpected the second time and May was able to hold her reaction 
down. 

"Don't..." she moaned. His tongue was hot and slippery between her fine, 
rounded buttocks as it twisted and turned and seemed to be drilling its way 
into her ass-hole. 

Alex's breath rasped through his nostrils. He was breathing hard into May's 
slit and occasionally against her rampant clitoris. His tongue stretched 
around the sweet curve of her crotch and played at the opening to her 
ass-hole and each time he stretched his tongue the tip knocked roughly at 
her puckered anal opening. 

"N-n-n-n-o-o-oooooo," May cried. Her hips pressed against his face. Her hand 
twisted in his hair and pulled as it happened at last. The unspeakable 
enveloped her whole body-and all May could do was groan and cry out as she 
felt her husband's probing tongue slide into her secret hole and press 
deeper and deeper into her rectum. 

"AaaggghhhhHHHHH," May screamed. His tongue slipped and slid into her rear 
like a hot plunger. It worked rapidly in and out of her slimy ass-hole, 
spreading her open and forcing her protesting muscles to stretch for all 
they were worth. 

It's vile. Indecent. May tried to control her feelings. She couldn't get 
away. Alex had her leg trapped by his arm. But she couldn't control her 
responses. Despite being evil and sinful, it was ... it was a good feeling. 
Heat spread up her rear from the tongue jammed up her ass-hole and her 
ass-cheeks seemed to absorb it until they felt huge and glowing. Flushed. 

Alex's tongue pushed into her butt and May was ashamed to admit that she 
pushed back with her hips. She wanted to feel his tongue pushing into her 
back there. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. His tongue was so 
hot and soft in her butt... 

Alex was making slurping, sucking sounds. His nose bobbed up and down and 
May, as she got over the shock of having his tongue in her ass-hole, began 
to respond to his nose rubbing frantically against her cunt. 

How can he? she thought frantically. It smells down there. And it must taste 
awful. May blushed. She tried to keep her crotch clean. She washed it a lot 
and douched all the time, yet she knew that there was always some vile thing 
that aroused her and caused her to get wet and smelly down there. It wasn't 
her fault. She always tried to fight those feelings. like thoughts about how 
a vile tongue would feel in her ... her pussy. 

Oh, my God. He's licking and tongue fucking my ass-hole. MY ASSHOLE. Forming 
the words in her mind was almost too much for May. It was happening. It 
wasn't a dream-something that she conjured up in her evilest dreams. 

Faster and faster Alex's tongue shot in and out of her pulsating rectum. May 
swayed her hips back and forth. Her ass-hole was volcanic. It was boiling 
with hot feeling. She was bursting inside with the hot saliva greasing her 
rectum. 

"More!" The word burst unwanted from her lips. May wished she could have cut 
off her tongue. Her husband was sure to know that she was viler then he. He 
was not alone in his degradation. Oh, God, May thought, I want it-and he 
knows now. I want it! 

Her hips flailed back and forth. Alex's nose was rutting in her sex slit and 
May felt the feeling building in her crotch. She was rising. Rising. Her 
husband's nose bumped against her clitoris. It rubbed the lining of her 
slit. His tongue slid in her ass. 

"Harder," she moaned. "Harder." She tried to impale her ass-hole completely 
on his flashing pink tongue. She wanted it to slide up her rear as deep as 
his cock did into her cunt. She wanted that triangular tongue to jam her 
ass-hole wide open. Wide open. May wanted to be turned inside out by the 
heated joy of her husband's mouth. 

She was in a delirium of sensation. Her pulse throbbed in her cunt and 
rectum like a jack-hammer. Her mind was heated with the feeling of being 
filled, of having that wonderful tongue stuck high up her ass-hole and 
twirling around inside of her. Filling her with slimy, heated friction. 

And then it was gone. Disappeared. Out of her throbbing rectum. 

May could have cried. Even her legs ached from wanting it back. She hadn't 
come yet, and she was going to. She knew it without doubt. The sliding, 
burning of Alex's tongue in her rear would have made her come like nothing 
else ever had. 

Her legs trembled and she was barely able to hold herself upright. "Please, 
Alex." 

"Please, what?" 

Alex grinned up at May so that she had to look down between the full cones 
of her tits to see him. His face was twisted with repressed glee. Her shiny 
cunt juice smeared his mouth and nose and cheeks and he seemed to be mocking 
her. 

"Please, do it some more," she begged of her husband. 

"Some more what?" Alex could barely contain his delight. 

"Tongue my ass-hole," May said. "Tongue fuck my butt. Don't stop now. 
Please." 

"My tongue wasn't good enough for you last night," Alex said smugly. 

"Please," May begged again. "Don't tease me like this, Alex." 

Alex chuckled. "All right," he said. "But you're going to remember this, 
baby. And if you try to forget, I'm going to remind you good." 

He lowered his head and May wrapped her fingers in his hair. She closed her 
eyes and tried to sink down inside of herself, down to her crotch and her 
ass-hole to be ready when he started doing it again. Getting tongue fucked 
in the butt was evil. She didn't want to watch, but she had to have it. She 
had to. She had to. 

"AAaaaaahhhHHHH," May's breath escaped in a long drawn out sigh. Alex's 
tongue had suddenly been rammed up between her cunt lips and deep into her 
throbbing vagina. He shoved it into her and May was suddenly floating in 
ecstasy. 

"Do it, do it, do it," May screamed. She slapped her hands against her 
husband's head. She ground her pussy down on his mouth and luxuriated in the 
feeling. 

Alex wrenched her thighs apart with his hands so that May was bow-legged, 
her pelvis pouting out at him. His lips ringed her vaginal opening and 
rubbed excitingly against her clitoris. And his tongue darted in and out, in 
and out of her super sensitive twat. He drilled it into her hot hole, 
twisting and turning it inside her. 

"Honey, do it," May yelled. "That's it, baby. Stick that candy stick in my 
hairy snatch. Tongue suck me, darling. Give it to me. More. Tongue fuck me, 
good. That's it, baby. That's it." 

May's beautiful thighs closed around Alex's face. She pressed her cunny down 
on his lips and rotated her pelvis, rubbing herself off on his mouth. She 
was pouring out her cunt juice in a steady stream of honey that could have 
drowned him if he didn't keep on swallowing. And all the while her brain was 
being consumed in the fierce fire of her own desire. She was nothing more 
than the receptacle for her own passion. 

"Harder. HARDER!" she screeched. May wanted to feel his teeth, his lips, his 
tongue probing her gyrating slit. She wanted to be filled. The ultimate 
feeling, she now knew, was a good, stiff, slimy tongue jammed up her twat, 
twisting around inside. 

"Oooooooo." She spread her legs more. She had to look down, to see what her 
wonderful husband was doing to her. But she knew. He had his tongue in her 
twat and a stiff finger up her hot ass and she was getting finger fucked and 
tongue fucked front and back simultaneously and it was wonderful. 

"Wonderful," she murmured. She stroked his head and felt him pounding his 
finger and his tongue into her faster and faster and harder and harder until 
it felt like she was coming apart in the most wonderful way imaginable. She 
was exploding, being torn in half. Her soggy cunt was going one way and her 
soggy ass-hole was going the other and she didn't know for sure which was 
the most enjoyable. All she was sure of was that she loved it. SHE LOVED IT! 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she gasped. Her husband's hot mouth was sucking on her 
cunt, pulling her nearer and nearer her orgasm. Nearer and nearer. Nearer. 

"I'm comming," she screamed. "I'm commmmmming..." 

"Goddam right you're coming," he snarled, and replaced his soft tongue with 
his hard finger, jabbing and stabbing it in and out of her hotly spasming 
cunt. It wasn't as good as his tongue-but God!, it was still wonderful! 

"Oh, baby, more," she pleaded, humping her leaking twat against his finger. 
"Give me your tongue again. Just a little more, lover." 

May was whining in her need for it, and she hated herself for that. Holding 
up her nightie for him, gazing at him with hot allure in her eyes, twitching 
and undulating her voluptuous body-all for one more touch of his damnably 
hot tongue. 

He grinned up at her cruelly. He held his finger still, so she had to do the 
fucking herself, and he said, "Still coming?" 

"Yes, but ... But not like before. Baby, give me your tongue. Put your candy 
stick in my lovehole and really make it come." She licked her lips, looked 
down at his standing cock through glazed eyes, and said, "I'd do almost 
anything for some more of that hot tongue of yours." 

He obliged by leaning forward and sliding his broad, slick tongue over her 
clit-just once-and she responded by humping her hips hard forward at it. "OH 
God! Alex, don't STOP! Suck it and lick it like before. PLEASE LOVER!" 

His finger was back inside her, and his tongue was licking his lips. His 
finger was moving slowly, making her hips dance and her tits jerk, holding 
her right there on the brink of what she had to have. Nightie up to her 
waist, face slack but pleading, she was whining and moaning constantly as he 
sat there manipulating her like a puppet with only his finger. 

"Would you suck me off?" he asked through a smirking grin. 

"Alex-x-x-x," she whined. Her gut hungered for his big stiff greasy cock, 
but her throat rebelled at it, choking up. Still her lush body kept up its 
uncontrolled dance on his finger. Still her cunt juices flowed down her 
lovely naked legs. 

"And what would you do if I gave you a couple of tongues for this hot 
snatch? Eh? What would you do if there were three or four tongues at once, 
licking all over your ass, in your ass-hole, on your legs, your tits-and 
inside this sloppy hot cunt of yours ? What would you do then, May?" 

"I'd com-m-m-m-mme!" she squealed. She grabbed his wrist and jammed his 
finger harder into her pulsing pussy. Her husband had discussed group sex 
with her before, and she knew now what he was talking about. The whole 
concept was abhorrent to her. One to one sex, and only with the man she 
loved, was the only kind of sex May could ever have. But now, teetering as 
she was on the brink of insane orgasmic pleasure, the mental picture of a 
whole bevy of eager tongues stabbing and jabbing at her most private flesh 
ripped down from her brain to loose a whole new torrent of orgasmic frenzy 
in her. 

"I'd come and come and com-m-m-m-me," she wailed, flexing and spreading her 
legs obscenely, tits flopping, hips bucking, as she fucked the hand that she 
held for all she was worth. 

It started to subside. The impact of the mental picture began to fade, and 
May started down from the top of the volcano of lust. She was just about to 
get some semblance of her wits about her again when her husband-her cruelly 
loving husband-leaned forward again and wiped his tongue up over her slimy 
hot cunt lips. 

"YES, YES, I LOVE IT!" she screamed, sinking fingers deep in his hair, 
packing her clit against his lips. 

He wrenched away and murmured, "We're going to a party tonight. A sexy 
party." 

"Alex, no!" she said. 

But the next moment her response was, "YES! YES! YES! Do it again," as this 
magnificent lover she'd married fastened his lips on her clit and sucked 
her-hard. 

"ALEX, ALEX, DON'T STOP THAT! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY IF YOU JUST WON'T 
STOP THAT!! ! URRRRRRGGH! OH, URRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!! " 

Tendons stood out like cords in her neck, her eyes bulged and her whole body 
went tense and trembling as he sucked on her most sensitive spot and lashed 
it simultaneously with his tongue. Her ass-hole was crawling up inside her 
and her nipples had turned to hot flint as she stood in her obscene posture 
and felt the good feelings jangle and rip through her every nerve cell. Her 
jaw cracked as she clenched her teeth, holding it in, keeping it alive and 
going, growing, bigger and frighteningly bigger. 

And then it all came crashing out of her at once. She passed the peak of the 
volcano and was sent soaring up into the heavens by Alex's wonderful hot 
tongue lapping at her clitoris and his fiercely hard finger jabbing in her 
hole. She didn't know if that finger was in her vagina or her anus. All of 
her crotch, every bit of her nether region, was so responsive now that it 
felt like it was all cunt-all wonderful coming cunt. She stood there 
twitching and jerking and coming like a brute animal in heat, and at the 
same time feeling wonderfully human, marvelously alive. 

He took his cuntlapper away and said in a guttural voice, "Lick my 
fuckstick, woman." 

He waved the big? thick thing in his hand. 

She moaned, "No, no, no," but she collapsed to her knees at his side and 
laved her tongue over the slick knob of the big meaty thing. She kissed it 
and tasted it and smelled its goaty aroma in her gut, while Alex sat 
laughing at her and keeping her cunt alive with his fingers. 

"You want that big log in your cunt now? Right here?" he asked, and slid two 
fingers into her slick little hole. 

"MMMMMM! YES-S-S-SH!" she said, burning with a new fever now. 

"Better climb on it with your snatch, May baby, before I squirt my jism all 
over your pretty face, and in that silky blonde hair. Get on it, baby. Climb 
that old totem pole." 

"Yes, let me get it in me!" she panted, as she lurched to her feet and 
frantically straddled his loins. 

He sat there grinning. He didn't help her at all, and she needed help, for 
the fire was burning in her cunt so hotly now that the rest of her body 
wasn't working right. Her hands could hold onto that kiss-wet organ of his, 
but her hips wouldn't hold still for the insertion of it. She was driving 
herself even more frantic, able only to slide the big knob of it up and down 
through her slippery wet slit, not quite able to aim it in the hole that was 
weeping slick tears for it. 

And Alex, the bastard, was laughing at her as she frenziedly tried to poke 
it home. He was laughing, and he was depriving her of the thing she needed 
most in the world by shifting his hips around, moving his cock just when she 
had it where she wanted it. 

"Uh! Please! PLEASE!" she wailed, as her big round buttocks jiggled as much 
as her bulbously pointed tits with her quaking efforts. 

"I'll give you all the cock you want, baby," he said, following her clitoris 
with his fingers, driving her mad. "Cocks and tongues, fuck sticks and candy 
sticks, all you want of them. In your ass-hole and your mouth and your cunt. 
Fucking you in the tit," he said, and reached up and pinched her 
nipples-hard. 

"YESSSSS! HURT ME-FUCK ME-ANYTHING, BUT GIVE ME THAT COCK-THAT FUCKSTICK!! ! 
" she screamed, hair whipping about her lovely young face, cunt juice 
weakening her grip on his cock. 

"Coming to that party tonight?" he asked, and let her rub his cockhead all 
around her brimming hot hole. 

"YESSS! STICK IT IN, SCREW ME, GIVE IT TO ME!! ! " 

"Fuck and suck? Anything goes?" 

He shoved just the knob in, and she threw back her head and shrieked, "YES! 
YES, LOVER, THAT'S IT! FUCK ME HARD ! ! ! " she screamed, and plummeted her 
sweat-glistening body down on it. 

She got it all the way in her. It was right up there in her guts, where it 
belonged. It was stretching the mouth of her tight hole so widely she wanted 
to shout with glee. His pubic bone was grinding her clit to hamburger and 
his balls were kissing her open ass-hole. She was coming now-in earnest-and 
Alex knew it. 

"You going to fuck my friend John Gray tonight?" 

"Oh God, stick that fuck stick in me. Yes. YES! ALEX, YES!" 

"You don't care whose cock is in you when you're like this, do you? As long 
as you get fucked. As long as you come." 

"I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE ! ! ! " she screamed, flying on his cock now. 
Her tits were bouncing heavily under the sweaty blue nylon. Her buttocks 
were slapping wetly against his thighs. The room was a pink blur around her 
as her head bounced up and down with her efforts to keep riding that big 
thing in her. She was out of control, and she loved it. 

"What if his wife wants to lick that twat of yours? Eh? What if Judy wants 
you to suck her Lesbian cunt?" 

"I'll fuck him and I'll suck her. I don't care." May's voice was not hers at 
all. It was a deep, throaty voice that she hardly recognized, but it kept 
saying the words that had to come out of her spasming, orgasming body. "I 
just want cock, that's all. Cock and cunt and tongue. I'll go to your 
fucking parties, I'll do anything you want me to do as long as you make me 
feel like this, you bastard-you wonderful, wonderful bastard with your dirty 
mind and your dirty cock and your dirty tongue." 

He chuckled and said, "Hold still now." 

"I can't," she groaned, snapping her hips back and forth, watching that big 
dong's root ripping up her juicy split. 

He slapped her across the face and repeated his command. The shock of it was 
terrible, and she became immobile, just as he wanted her to be. 

"Promise you'll do any fucking thing I say at all from now on," he said, 
glaring fiercely at her. 

"Alex-x-x-x-x," she pleaded, and despite her every effort, her hips were 
beginning to squirm, her cunt was sucking her body down on his cock again. 
"Give me a little more," she whined, hating herself, both loving and 
loathing him. 

His fingers crept around to her ass as he grinned and said, "I'll make you 
feel special good if you'll give me that promise." 

She began to cry. Tears shook loose from her eyes and her body shook and her 
cunt worked on his thickness again as she nodded her head and said, "I 
promise. Promise to be your slave, do anything at all you want, if you just 
make me feel fucking good-fucking, fucking good!! " 

"Piss on me," he said, and the hot stuff gushed out of her before she could 
think. And as it came out, yellow and beautiful, his finger went into her, 
right into her ass-hole. 

She was babbling hysterically, laughing and weeping at the same time. If the 
orgasms she had when she played with herself were like ripples, this was 
like a tidal wave. Her alabaster thighs and butts, all wet with piss and 
love juice, squelched loudly on the man's hairy legs. Her tits thudded 
heavily up and down on her chest, right before her eyes as she gazed down at 
the miraculous thing in her body, filling her with its lovely, hot white 
stuff even as it emptied her of her hot yellow stuff. She broke wind loudly, 
and that didn't slow her down. She could feel every hot spurt of jism 
shooting into her gyrating body, into her greasy sexhole. She'd gone mad, 
wonderfully mad. She never recover from this fucking. All she could do was 
mutter, "Yes, yes, yes," as the piss and the jism flowed, and as Alex 
grunted and painted a fiendishly exciting word picture of what lay in store 
for her now that she'd given in to him all the way, now that she'd let him 
please her as he'd always wanted to. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

For the second time that day, May woke up groggy, but this time there was a 
feline smile on her face and when she reached out, it was only a lazily 
stretch. She was on the couch in the living room. She didn't know how she 
got there, and didn't care. She felt fat and happy, without a care in the 
world. All she wanted to do was smile over the absolutely mad sex dreams 
she'd had and then roll over and go back to sleep again. 

"The sex bomb stirs," said a masculine voice. 

"Hmm? Alex?" 

She turned her head and saw her husband, sitting in his favorite chair, 
glass of tomato juice in his hand, wearing his robe. He'd been sitting in 
that chair at the start of her wild sex dream. Or had it been a dream?? ? 
Dear heavens, it had been a nightmare, and it had been all too real!! ! 

"You want one of these?" he said, holding up his glass. 

"Y-Yes," she said, struggling to sit up, shrouding the blanket closer around 
her. 

She watched him as he left the room, then stared at that chair. The things 
she'd done by that chair-and in it-were incredible. Begging for his penis, 
his tongue. Using the most obscene language conceivable. Wetting herself, 
while Alex watched! Making wildly promiscuous promises. Turning into sex-mad 
lunatic whose only need was for more of the same. 

It wasn't a dream she'd had, it was a nightmare! Could she-prim little 
May-have actually done those things a year ago, before she'd met Alex? Could 
she really have done them this day? No, no, no. They all had to be part of 
some horrible dream. They were illusions created by the inner workings of 
her deepest subconscious mind. As a child dreams about monsters which both 
frighten and titillate, so she had dreamed about sexual experiences in the 
same fashion. It couldn't have all really happened. 

There was evidence it hadn't happened. The chair wasn't stained yellow and 
reeking of urine. 

She was wearing her pink nightie under the blanket, and her vagina and her 
anus felt no different than ever. It had all been a dream. It had to be. A 
dream, mixed with some sleepwalking, ending up with her awakening on the 
couch here. 

Still, she couldn't be sure, and she looked in Alex's eyes for signs when he 
returned with her tomato juice. 

He was smiling at her kindly, lovingly. He said a few typically marital 
words to her. The drink was nice and spicy, laced with Tabasco and lemon 
juice, and it helped to clear her head and ease her parched throat. She 
found she could converse with her husband quite normally as they sat on 
opposite sides of the room. They were husband and wife, not illicit partners 
in sexual madness. It had all been a dream. 

May became more and more convinced of this as they sipped and talked with 
easy courtesy. A wild nightmare, one which would never be repeated-but if 
she dreamed it again, she could handle it. 

It had been a pretty exciting dream, really. Wickedly exciting. She was 
tempted several times during the day to dwell on it, but she found it easy 
enough and far safer to push it out of her mind each time something happened 
to remind her of it. 

Alex was particularly solicitous of her that day. It was Saturday, and he 
barbecued their lunch on the patio, served it with chilled champagne as a 
special treat, and wouldn't let May lift a finger to help him. She made some 
hesitant sexual overtures at him that afternoon, but he seemed not to notice 
them-unusual for him. But that was just as well. With the dream all too 
vivid in her mind, she might lose control of herself during the reality of 
sex. 

The drinks he made for them that day helped her relax, but she still got a 
titillating twinge of remembrance each time she passed that chair. It was 
one of those lazy Saturdays that Alex had introduced her to sex, a day when 
they sipped drinks and lounged around, showed their love for each other in 
quiet ways, and usually made sexual love in the afternoon. It was a Saturday 
like many others, but on this Saturday there was no love-making. 

Alex somehow read her mood, and did not intrude his lust upon her, even 
though by late afternoon May's mood had changed considerably. The drinks, 
the lazy day, seeing Alex just partially clothed all day-those things had 
combined to make her wish she could lure him into bed for a few sensuous 
hours. 

And then as evening approached Alex said, "Hey, it's later than I thought. 
We'd better get dressed to go." 

"Uh ... go?' she said. "Where, Alex?" 

"Didn't I tell you? I'm sure I did, but you forgot, I guess. Can't blame 
you, the wild way you were acting this morning. We're going to John and Judy 
Gray's house for some drinks and some laughs. You'll like him. Handsome 
young trial attorney. And you'll like Judy, too. I can almost guarantee 
that. Come on. Let's get dressed." 

Now May was very sorry she hadn't discussed her morning with Alex. She had a 
cold fear that it hadn't been a dream at all, that her actions and her 
promises had been all too real. But that was just impossible, she told 
herself, as she dutifully showered and dressed for another of her husband's 
business/social engagements. But as she applied her make-up and brushed out 
her flowing blonde hair, her nervousness increased until her teeth were 
chattering. 

In the mirror she could clearly see she was a sexy, attractive woman. 
Beautiful face, big shapely tits, and she had to admit to herself she had 
superb legs. 

Could Alex be offering those charms to one of his colleagues ? It was an 
insane thought, but Alex wasn't noted for his consistent rationality. Had 
her promises to cooperate in an orgy been real ? It was unthinkable. 

May put the thought out of her mind with another drink as her husband 
completed his preparations for their evening out. 

Alex got May laughing on their drive to the Gray's house. He made none of 
his references to having a wild night of sex, and the thoughts May had been 
having receded, replaced by her looking forward to an evening of 
conviviality with some bright new friends. And the Grays were bright, and 
they were new. 

They lived in a charming ranch style home halfway across town. It was 
brightly furnished with low, very modern couches and tables, and there was a 
green fuck carpet on the floor that looked as inviting as a sunlit meadow. 

John was a handsome young man of about twenty-seven, his brown hair done in 
a crew cut that May found somehow reassuring. He shook hands warmly with 
Alex, clapped him on the back like an old friend. He kissed May in greeting, 
his lips grazing hers, and she accepted it with outward aplomb. Judy was a 
perfectly charming little nymph. As Alex had predicted, May liked her right 
away. She was only eighteen, lithe and supple and slim, with short black 
hair that reminded May of Alex's hair in early pictures of him. Her breasts 
were round and pointed, quite womanly, though the rest of her figure was 
slenderly girlish. 

May could see it all, for all Judy had on was a satiny red jump suit with 
widely flaring pants legs and a halter top. 

Alex was noticing her figure, too. He always did, and May somehow found his 
interest in other women to be perversely appealing to her. Alex watched 
young Judy's every movement as she swished about, settling them on one of 
the couchs, fetching drinks, then settling down on the floor with her 
husband just across the coffee table from them. 

They were a charming couple. Their conversation was bright and witty, and 
they laughed gaily at the first little joke May tentatively made. The 
conversation went round and round between the quartet, touching on all 
manner of light and happy things. No politics, no courtroom discussions, 
just talk about movies and vacation places and good times to be had by all. 

May was supremely happy, all snuggled up in the crook of her loving 
husband's arm, staying on a par with his young but highly sophisticated 
friends. These were a trio of the "beautiful people" she'd heard about, and 
they considered her to be one of them. The drinks flowed, and May found she 
could even laugh and talk about sex with them. 

Why not? Everybody did it. Alex was even doing it then, cupping her tit in 
his hand while they talked and drank. Through her blue party dress and lacy 
bra he was feeling her up right in front of the Grays, but that was all 
right, for John and Judy were obviously playing with each other's thighs 
under cover of the coffee table. It was sweet fun, exciting, a preparation 
for some solid love-making when they got home and Alex would be fucking her 
while John fucked his delightful little brunette wife. 

"When May cuts loose, she really cuts loose," said Alex, and May giggled and 
blushed attractively, and snuggled closer to him, squeezed his thigh right 
next to the long bulge in his trousers. 

"Judy-likes to go all out too," said John, "but I don't have to tell you 
that, Alex." 

"What the hell. We all do," Alex said, grinning down at May. 

"Damn right," she said, very much a part of the conversation, not really 
caring if her husband had had an affair with the girl before they met each 
other. 

John was almost trying to have an affair with May right then. He was looking 
up her short blue skirt, probably seeing the tight crotch band of her 
well-packed panties, and she didn't really care. It was harmless. His wife 
was right there with him, probably fondling his pecker through his pants by 
then, just as May was possessively doing with her Alex. 

Looks, flirtations didn't hurt, and May scratched at an imaginary itch on 
her nyloned leg, and artfully managed to raise the hem of her dress another 
inch or two. With those terrifically good legs of hers, it was no wonder 
that Judy was looking there almost as admiringly as John was. May opened her 
legs a fraction wider, so proud to have her Alex's friend admiration. 

"Here's to sex, and plenty of it," said Alex, raising his glass. 

"All for one and one for all," said Judy, mimicking him. 

"The Four Must-Get-Theirs," John declared. 

"Life's a ball, and Alex's got a lot of life in his!" said May, bolder and 
more sparkling than any of them, adding to her companion's laughter by 
brazenly slipping her hand from Alex's hard cock to his soft bag of big 
balls. 

Both John and Judy were staring at May's hand, frankly caressing Alex's 
crotch now. She didn't care. He was her man, all of him. His loaded balls, 
his huge hard cock, his fantastic tongue, they all belonged to May, and she 
didn't care who knew it. She squeezed his cock while they watched, caressed 
it, smiled languidly at them. 

He was jiggling and pressing her tit with one hand, rustling the other up 
under her skirt, showing them she was his woman, and that was fine, just 
fine. She was sparkling and alive, tingling with good feelings, getting a 
wild kick out of having these people see her and Alex together like this. 
She wanted Alex, she wanted him bad, but she still wanted to prolong this 
crazy sexy performance in front of their new friends. 

"Looks like it's party time," John Gray said, and pushed the coffee table 
out of their way. He did it just as Alex swept May into his arms and kissed 
her. But as his tongue stabbed down into her throat, May was stunned with 
the notion she'd seen John's penis standing stiff and bare out of his pants, 
with nothing on it but Judy's slender little hand. 

It was an impossibility, but Alex's embrace was so strong that she couldn't 
turn and confirm this. He was kissing her with marvelous passion, reaching 
inside her dress and bra to thumb her nipple to harder life, caressing her 
knees softly and brushing warm inside her thighs. 

May was clinging tightly to Alex's prick, rubbing and squeezing it hard in 
her dizzily mounting passion. 

Her husband was a marvelous lover, making her see penises that weren't 
there, touching her everywhere at once with his hands, slipping his cock in 
her mouth till she could feel it wetting her cunt slit with warm slickness. 

May was breathless, panting, and far dizzier than the drinks had made her 
when Alex at last broke the kiss. Holding onto his cock, she turned her head 
to see if John had really had his cock out. She couldn't see that, but what 
she saw shocked her even more. Both John and Judy had moved so close to the 
couch that their loins were hidden from May's view, but it was them touching 
and caressing her legs, not Alex! 

"Now, don't," she murmured, trying to squirm away, but unable to even close 
her legs because of the hands and cheeks that were moving on them, 
insistently prying them apart. She could feel their tickling fingers and 
breaths in a fiendish way, right up to the slit that Alex's kiss and cock 
had made all puffy and swollen and wet. She couldn't get her wits about her 
as both husband and wife fondled and warmly kissed her nylon-covered legs, 
and as Alex calmly watched it happening to her, his wife! 

He'd somehow gotten her bra open and one of her big tits was lolling free in 
his hand. Her lipstick was smeared and her eyes felt heavy. Her butt felt 
big too, squirming on the couch cushion, extremely sensitive to their 
combined touches, reminding her of how she'd felt that morning-that she was 
all pussy down there. 

She kept murmuring for them to stop, but they kept right on, laughing, 
asking her, "Why not? Why not, May?" 

"Sex is fun. Sex is good," said Judy, tickling her fingernails up under her 
skirt, helping her young husband in trying to drive May mad. "You said so 
yourself. Doesn't she have beautiful legs, John?" 

"Gorgeous," said he, and put his head right down there and danced his hot 
tongue up May's inner thigh. Her skirt was all bunched up by then, and his 
tongue stopped six inches from her pussy, but her hot cunt lips seemed to be 
reaching down for it. "If her legs are this good, said John, "I bet her 
cunt's a knockout." 

His tongue couldn't reach it, but his fingers did. They stole right up there 
and pushed against the nylon-covered bulge of her juicy box, and May 
futilely tried to writhe away, only going deeper into the imprisoning arms 
of her laughing husband. 

"Relax," he said. "Enjoy yourself with your friends. Show 'em your pussy, 
honey. It's such a gorgeous thing, all pink and pretty and blonde. It's even 
pretty when it's pissing. John, Judy I literally fucked the piss out of her 
this morning." 

"Alex, no!" May hissed, sick with humiliation, sicker still with the gnawing 
hunger those unwanted hands and lips on her legs and tits and crotch were 
causing. 

"We're all among friends," Alex smoothly said. "Get up and take off your 
panties and hose. Show Judy and John those beautiful legs and that hot box 
you've got between them. May loves to have it licked, kids. It drives her 
crazy. She loves to have a hot tongue swishing up and down her hot little 
twat, loves to have warm lips sucking on her joy button. I stuck my tongue 
right up her butt this morning, didn't I, May? She calls it my candy stick, 
and she gets so fucking hot she begs for more of it. Right May?" 

"No. Please," May begged, panting and writhing almost uncontrollably-and 
very close to tears. 

But the Grays laughed about the candy stick, repeating the phrase, and soon 
May had to laugh with them. Nothing wrong with a pet name, nothing so 
shameful about having the piss fucked out of her. All friends together. 
Delightful friends. Beautiful, sensuous friends. Only there to help her-to 
help her feel good. 

She slung her arms about Alex's neck and pulled him down into a torrid kiss. 
Now she knew very well it was the hands of others on her legs, brushing her 
pussy, and she didn't care, she didn't mind at all. Lips and tongue, male 
and female, were sucking wet kisses inside her long legs, and she opened 
them wider for the feelings, the sensations, the pleasure that they could 
give her. It was wrong, all wrong, but she could worry about that later, not 
now. 

"She's got legs clear up to her ass," John's voice said. 

"Soft pussy. Big one," said Judy, as May remained locked in the hungry deep 
kiss with Alex. "Nice fuck-box. She's getting her little panties all wet." 

"Let's take them off. She wants us to help her off with them." 

May lifted her hips without being told, and immediately her skirt was fucked 
up under her quivering butt. She thought it was Alex's hand that stripped 
her panties down halfway, but she didn't know who took them from there. 
Panties and hose came down together, and her love slit was at last open to 
the air and able to breathe. 

She moaned and sucked harder on Alex's candy stick, and when her bare ass 
kissed the velvet fabric of the couch again it felt like an enormous tongue 
licking her there. She spread her legs as widely as she could and tore away 
from the kiss to avidly look at the two very real tongues working their way 
up her inner thighs. 

John's face looked terrifically handsome laid against her trembling white 
thigh, following the course being set by his swirling tongue on her bare 
flesh. Judy's face looked wonderfully wicked working on her other leg, 
following the example set by her husband, lapping ever closer to May's 
pulsing, oozing slit. 

Alex tweaked her nipple and said, "That's what friends are for, eh? You like 
it? You like two candy sticks at once?" 

"Yesss!" she said, the breath shivering hotly out of her. "God, it's 
beautiful! Two hot tongues working up to my fuckbox. Mmmmmm, oh, YES!" she 
gasped, writhing lower on the couch cushion, yawning her legs wider apart. 
"But why don't they hurry?" she whined. "If my cunt's so goddamned pretty, 
why don't they HURRY UP AND KISS IT?" 

John, wonderful John? would have dived right in-tongue first-but nasty Judy 
giggled and held him back, saying, "Shouldn't it be ladies first? Don't you 
want my candy stick in your fuckbox before John's, May?" 

"I don't care who sucks me off first, just do it, JUST SUCK MY HOT CUNT! 
IT'S ON FIRE!! ! " she cried, and spread apart the puffy slick lips with her 
fingers to show them her great need, to tempt them with it. 

"John, suck me," she mewled, sliding her fingers down the slick trough of 
gleaming pink flesh. 

"Please, Judy, lick it for me," May moaned, extruding her bursting clit from 
between her splayed fingers, showing just where she needed it most, just 
where she had to have it! 

"John'll eat you first and then fuck you," said Alex, pulling on her tit and 
pinching her thigh, making her jump and jerk. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, humping her hips forward toward John's grinning 
face, toward the tongue that was licking his lips. "Anything. I'll fuck 
anybody. I don't care. Lick my fuckbox before I die! Oh, lick it, John ! ! ! 
JUDY MAKE YOUR HUSBAND LICK MY HOT, HAIRY TWAT BEFORE I EXPLODE ! ! ! " 

"GOD, YES-S-S-S-S-S!! ! " May shrieked, as John thrust forward and stabbed 
his hot hard tongue in the right place. "LICK! SUCK! CANDY STICK! CUNT! 
FUCKBOX! COM-M-M-M-M-MME!! ! " she squalled, fucking hard against the 
velvety and most welcome intruder in her spilling twat, getting her hand on 
his head and pulling his tongue into her creaming fuck-hole. 

She didn't care who saw her coming. She gloried in the witnesses to her 
pleasure, to her womanhood. She hardly knew him, but she had herself a man 
eagerly licking out her gushing twat, turning his head to get deeper in it, 
swishing his tongue ever faster as the good juices flowed in a torrent and 
her orgasms blended together in a steady stream of gutsy delight. 

"Lick out her ass-hole, John," said Alex. "She loves that, too." 

May immediately threw both legs high in the air and screamed, "YES, 
BUTT-FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE. EEEE-E-E-E-EKK!! STAB ME RIGHT THERE WITH 
IT-AGAIN-AGAIN-AGAIN!! I-AGAIN!! ! ! ! " 

The wonderful, wonderful man, he was doing just as she told him, lancing his 
tapered slick hardness in her flowering butt-hole like a red hot lance, 
turning her whole crotch into ONE BIG CUNT! 

An immense blast of clitoral ecstasy ripped through May and her legs fell 
down, heels thudding on the carpet. Still, John kept up his marvelous tongue 
lashings, and May rocked and rolled on the couch, gasping for her breath as 
he built her up for another big one. Through a pink glaze of soul-felt 
passion, she dimly saw the beautiful young Judy performing a strip tease for 
her. Stripping off that clinging satiny garment, she was showing May the 
svelte lines of her girlish body. Slim hips, jugs round as balls, pointed 
with hard red tongues on the ends, thin bush of black hair, with deep pink 
slit showing clearly through. Deep, deep lust in Judy's eyes as she gazed at 
May, coming hard, coming good under the lasciviously sweet whippings of the 
crew cut man's tongue. Judy stood there as unashamed as May, licking her 
scarlet lips and rubbing her fingers up and down through her cuntslit. 

May's knee was nudged by Judy's as the teen-aged girl murmured, "Is it good, 
lover? Is May's fuck slit nice and hot and sweet? Gawd, it smells like hot 
honey, but how does she taste, John?" 

"Find out for yourself, babe," he said, and backed off from May's reaching 
twat lips. 

For a moment the notion of a woman kissing her there was utterly shocking to 
May, but only for a moment. The need for more, and yet more of a hard tongue 
in her slick slit and gaping hole more than overcame any reluctance. 

Even as John was lurching to his feet, even as he was showing her that his 
prick was indeed rampantly naked and stiff, May was simpering a smile at the 
girl John was married to. 

"Yes, yes, it's nice and sweet," she purred at Judy's stroking deep in her 
slit, pushing that big clit forward to tempt every bit of Lesbianism that 
resided in young Judy's depraved body. "Hot little fuckbox. Tastes nice. 
Give me that pretty tongue, girl. Judy, I want to feel you sucking on my 
honeybox, licking me down there sucking me, kissing my cunt ! ! ! JUDY, 
PLEASE!! ! " 

The girl stood poised, breathing very fast, devouring May with her eyes. 
Then she threw herself at the disheveled blonde on the couch, mashed her 
mouth on May's kiss-bruised lips and ground her hot, creamy fuck slit hard 
against May's! 

Wonderful! Coming again, but in an entirely new way! And with another woman 
! ! ! 

May hugged the girl until she thought she'd break her spine, sucked on her 
tongue, shoved at her cunt with hers. She could hear the men snickering, 
saying vile things, and suddenly she was ashamed of this display of 
Lesbianism on her part. She yanked Judy's face from hers and cried, "Get 
down there and lick me out." 

Surprise showed in Judy's dark eyes, and in a trice she was crouched on the 
floor, giving May's love slit the licking it had been craving for. May 
gloated down at the bobbing feminine head between her legs. She lifted her 
legs, hooked her feet over the edge of the couch cushions, and shoved the 
girl's head down hard. 

"Yes-s-s-s-s. Yes, you little dyke," she hissed. "You like cunts, then you 
like ass-holes. Lick it. Stab it. Eat my shitter, little dyke, and ... 
NNGGGGGGGGGGG! KEEP IT UP NOW!! ! JUDY, ALL OVER DOWN THERE!" May screamed, 
as the big buildup broke again, the tidal waves crashed and covered her with 
greatest, dirtiest joy. 

There was a big cock pushed against her mouth, and she sucked it in before 
she could properly taste its rich maleness. Cheeks caved in and brows deeply 
knit, she sucked on that cock harder and sweeter than she'd ever thought 
possible. Down below in the enormous big cunt that was her widely open 
crotch, the fiery hot tongue of a loving Lesbian was keeping the good 
feelings ripping, while up above May vigorously bobbed her head to slide her 
sucking lips up and down the thick meat in her mouth. Somewhere in between, 
hands were pulling and pawing at her body, and a familiar Voice was telling 
her that this was a wonderful dream that would never end. 

"Hey, you really dig sucking John's fuck-stick, don't you. You can suck 
mine, later. You can go to sleep with it in your pretty mouth tonight. My 
cock will be all wet and sweet from Judy's hot cunt by then. I'm going to 
slip this big thing in her little cranny and give her a good hard fucking. 
Would you like to have a hard cock in your honeybox about now, May? Would 
you?" he softly asked, guiding her feverish shaking hand up and down his 
naked, throbbing cock. 

She opened her eyes, nodded her head. All filled to the gullet with cock, 
all filled to the gut with tongue, she murmured, "Mm-hmm. Mm-hmmmmm!" 

"Judy!" Alex called. "Up and at them. Time for brother Alex and his hot 
meat!" 

When the tongue was taken from her gushing cunt, May spat out the thick meat 
in her mouth and shrieked, "NO! More!! ! More tongue in my twat, PLEASE!! ! 
" 

"I got what your twat needs," said John, and dropped to his knees between 
May's legs. 

His cock was pointed up at her drooling cunt. It was still wet with those 
terrible kisses she'd somehow given it which had made it so lust for her 
lovehole now. "ALEX! ALEX, DON'T LET HIM FUCK ME!" she shouted, as he lunged 
with the big red knob for her vulnerably open pink flesh, sopping wet, 
burning bright. 

But Alex didn't come to May's rescue. He was nowhere to be seen. All May 
could see was this other man's grinning face, looming close, his hairy chest 
pressing in on her, and that huge pole stabbing blindly for her dodging, 
yearning cunt. 

"ALEX-X-X-X-X-X!" she screamed, as the blind eye guided the meat home, the 
big knob stabbed in her faithlessly sucking fuck hole. 

"Rrrgggh! Tight!" May's rapist grunted, and with every effort of her will, 
she overcame the lustful yearnings of her body and threw him off. She got 
his huge thickness out of her, no matter how much her cunt wept for it, and 
she rolled away from him, landing hard on the soft floor. 

Dazed but saved, she struggled up to her hands and knees-only to see before 
her the sight of her husband. Her husband was grinning down at the 
orgasmically rapt face of young Judy as he slid his fuckstick up into her 
prim little cunthole with both ease and vigor. 

"No. Oh, noo-o-o-o-o," May moaned, and as she hung there on hands and knees, 
transfixed by what she saw, two strong hands clamped down on her soft hips, 
and a big hot wedge plunged up her cunt and into her sexual core. 

"AGGgg-g-g-gh, fuck me good!" she husked, dropping her head and bowing her 
back. "Shove that big, hard meat up my juicy cunt and fill me up with 
fucking, I love it. I LOVE IT! ALEX, DO YOU HEAR ME? ANOTHER MAN'S FUCKING 
ME-FUCKING MY CUNT-AND I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!! ! " 

She looked up, expecting to see him enraged, coming to save her, but he was 
still shoving his big rod in that girlish body, and he was grinning at his 
wife as he did it! 

"YIIIIIEE-E-E-E-E!! ! " May shrilled, gone insane, tearing at the remnants 
of her clothes, snapping her hips back at the good, hard, faithful thing 
shoving deep in her tight, slick hole. Her pendant tits were shaking like 
water-filled balloons as she gave the hot meat in her twat the going-over of 
its life. That little girl Alex was fucking didn't know a thing about it, 
but May did, and she showed them all, screaming with the pleasure it was 
giving her. 

May was a real woman, but the girl Alex was fucking was just a snake. Her 
hips looked no larger than her waist. She was pale, thin, and though her 
body was undulating all over and her legs were sensuously twining around 
Alex's, her fuck was a lifeless thing compared to May's. 

"FUCK THAT HOLE, JUST FUCK SHIT OUT OF IT!" she harshly commanded, and saw 
stars with the new energy of his jabs. "STICK THAT HOT THING UP MY ASS! 
YOWH! EVEN TIGHTER! YES, FUCK ME IN THE ASS! ALEX! ALEX, HE'S FUCKING MY 
BUTT-HOLE AND I'M COMING ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME 
COM-M-M-M-M-MIN-N-N-G-G-G!! ! " 

"COME TOGETHER!" Judy cried out, digging her heels into the deep green 
carpet, arching her body up with marvelous lithe vigor. 

"ALL CREAM AT ONCE!! ! " John cried back, and sucked his wedge out of May's 
fuck-softened ass-hole and jammed the full length of it back in her 
hungering cunt. 

"TOGETHER! TOGETHER!! ! " Alex shouted, and slammed his big, flogging dong 
into that slender, female body with huge strokes that May could feel from 
six feet away. 

"YES, TOGETHER!! ! ALL COME TO-GETHER-R-R-R-R!! ! " May screamed, and her 
hard nipples dug deep into the carpet as she lifted her rosy wet ass to feel 
all she could of the wonderful big pole sliding in and out of her, the big, 
slimy, wet balls slapping up against her throbbing, thrumming clit. 

She could feel it all. May could feel every drop of Alex's hot jism as it 
was squirted up into Judy's beautifully arching body by his marvelously 
contracting balls. She could feel the hot orgasmic surges ripping through 
Judy's pale slim body, making her nipples and her clit and her cunt and her 
brain explode with delight. She could feel the thickening throbbing and 
pulsing of John's fantastic fuckstick in her lovehole as it spurted and shot 
its big load of rich goodness in her. And she could feel her orgasms ripping 
through every hair on her head, every one of her toenails and fingernails, 
killing her, wonderfully bringing her to life. 

"FUCK ME FOREVER! FUCK, SUCK, COCK, CUNT!! ! COM-M-M-M-ME!! ! ALL OF YOU, 
COME WITH ME-E-E-E-E!! ! ! ! " May wailed, twisting and turning her twat on 
the wedge in her as the wedge slowed to a halt, slumping happily forward 
under the last of its deep-driving stabs. 

"Nice, eh?" said Alex's smooth voice. 

"Mmmmmm." May replied, squirming happily on the thick fuck. 

"Take a little nap, or have another drink with us?" 

"Nap. Need a nap." 

"Sure you do. Judy, get us three drinks. I'm going to lie here for a while 
till my baby goes fast asleep. She wants something to suck on while she 
drops off. Here it is, May. Lift your pretty head. Nice candy stick for you. 
Nice fuckstick, all sweet and good with Judy's cunt gravy. Nice? Taste 
good?" 

"Mmmmm. Delicious. Mmmmm," May murmured, and dozed off with a smile at the 
edges of her well-filled mouth. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Alex, I absolutely refuse to go to this ... this orgy with you," said May, 
seated primly on her dressing table bench, robe wrapped firmly about her. 

"It's not an orgy, it's just a little get-together with friends of mutual 
interests. A little amateur theater, if you will," said he, as he continued 
to dress. He knew his ability to make her accompany him in the end. 

"Yes, and from what you've said it's to be a sex theater, a sex circus you 
called it. And I'm simply not going. Last week with the Grays was enough. It 
was more than enough to last me the rest of my life!" 

He smirked at her and said, "Oh? You didn't dig two cocks for your glory 
hole?" 

"Stop that kind of talk! I won't have it any more!" 

"You didn't dig Judy sucking your slit, and John shoving his fuckstick up 
your lily-white butt? Eh?" 

"Alex, I still refuse to discuss any part of that! And I absolutely refuse 
to attend any sort of a gathering when the Grays will be there." She 
shivered again, and drew the robe more firmly about her unreasonably warm 
flesh. She sipped the last of the martini he'd brought her, welcoming the 
artificial calm that it gave to her. 

"Aw, don't be such a baby," he said. 

"Alex, don't you realize you could get in trouble getting mixed up with 
orgies? That's moral turpitude, isn't it? And judges can lose their seats on 
the bench for that. Especially juvenile court judges." 

"Christ, don't you think I know that? Do you think I'd risk my job by 
getting involved in something illegal? Don't be such a dope. What the hell 
can happen with a dozen people there? Come on, baby. Get into that new dress 
I got you and let's go." 

"It's indecent," she said nervously fingering the shimmering orange cloth 
draped over the bench at her side. 

"Shut up with that kind of talk, will you?" he snapped,. "It might have been 
indecent when Jean Harlow wore dresses like that forty years ago, but this 
is the seventies! Airline stews wear sexier dresses than that one, and they 
don't have skirts that come down to their frigging ankles." 

"And that are slit up to their frigging pussies!" she snapped back, and was 
immediately sorry for using even that bit of vulgarity, the first she'd 
uttered since that nightmarish orgy at the Gray's, a week before. 

Alex strode quickly over to her, bunched the collars of her robe in his 
fist, and drew her gasping to her feet. "You put that dress on and come with 
me. You have a good time at that fucking party or, so help me, I'll break 
your goddammed neck and throw you out in the street to boot! And no tears, 
dammit!! ! Smile. Have a good time. That's better. Now get dressed while I 
knock together one more martini for us." 

Biting back her tears, May took off her robe and put on the dress-and 
nothing else. There was no room for anything else! The bodice was held up by 
two spaghetti-thin shoulder straps, and by her trembling tits. There was no 
back to the thing. It swooped down so low that she could see the top of her 
rear end's cleavage over her shoulder in the mirror. The bodice plunged, 
too, leaving no room at all for a brassiere. The cleavage here was wide, 
showing off the inner swells of the wearer's tits-whether the wearer wanted 
those shown off or not. The satiny orange material was the clinging type, 
but still the vee neck gave an observer a clear view of her fearfully stiff 
nipple if she was careless in bending forward. But who needed to look 
through the vee? The material was so thin, and May's nipples were so 
erectile in her dread of the night before her that they were very clearly 
outlined through the shimmering orange. 

The waist of the simple yet daring dress was larger than May's waist, and 
yet it was sexier than if it had been tight. In glossy folds and wrinkles, 
it stuck to her flesh whichever way she turned, like a lover's fondly 
tickling fingers. Across the hips, the orange satin was drawn tight. It 
shifted here too with her every movement before the mirror, squirming 
silkily over her blushing buttocks, stealing softly over her cringing cuntal 
mound. 

If her pubic hair had been any darker, it could be seen through the nearly 
transparent orange. As it was, an observer at floor level could certainly 
see her cunt, for the slit in the floor-length skirt ended just four inches 
below her crotch. 

She wouldn't be able to sit down all evening, or her blonde muff would be 
put on display for these 'friends' of her husband. She'd have to keep 
tugging the satin down over her hips, for the dress had an almost humanly 
wicked tendency to creep up over her wide-swept hip-line and put on a show 
of its own. 

Bending over to don the orange high heels Alex had bought for her, one of 
May's tits slipped right out of its flimsy confines. Putting on the other 
slipper, the dress rode up her thighs until she could look down and see her 
trembling pink slit in its scanty covering of blonde wisps. 

There was no way in the world she could wear that dress as it was, and by 
the time Alex returned with fresh martinis, May was wearing prim white 
panties under it. 

He shook his head. "That panty line looks just lousy. Take them off, honey." 

She shook her head. "No. I wear these panties or I don't leave this house. 
Alex, by being careful I can get by without a bra, but I'm not going to meet 
a bunch of strangers without any panties on. I'd feel naked! I still do, 
almost." 

"And naked you feel pretty damned good," he said, sliding his hand over the 
voluptuous underswell of her bottom, changing the shivers in her body from 
cold to hot. "Okay, wear the panties," he said, fondling and clutching her 
butts with his knowing fingers, threatening to melt her inside. "If they 
show some stag films-and they just might-you'll need panties to keep the 
cuntcream from running down your pretty legs." 

She had to lean against him as wobbles took over her knees. "Alex, I don't 
know what I'd do if they showed dirty movies." 

"Not dirty-sexy," he said. "And they probably won't show them. If they do, 
most people will be looking at your legs instead. That dress really shows 
'em off. I like that long slit up the front. Makes a guy want to get down 
there and stick his nose up between your legs and sniff around a little. 
Know what I mean?" 

"Alex, don't," she pleaded softly. "Please don't." 

"Makes a guy think about sliding his tongue all around down there from your 
hot little love bump to your cute ass-hole. Take off those stupid panties, 
and I'll do that for you right now." 

"'No, Alex," she begged, even as his fingers were bunching up the satin 
covering her tummy. "We've got to leave. I can't get there all ... hot and 
bothered." 

"That's the way I'll be getting there," he said and rubbed his cloth-covered 
cock against her cushiony flank. "Honey, I can really smell your twat. It 
makes my fucking mouth water, makes my fucking tongue get hard. Want me to 
suck your slit, babe?" 

"Yes! Alex, yes-s-s-s-s," she hissed, pushing back at his hardness with her 
softness. "Let the party be damned. Let's go to bed ... fuck ... suck all 
weekend. Let's!" 

"Babe, we've got to go to the party," he said, pulling at her nipple and 
pushing at her swelling clit. "Big business friends there. Can't disappoint 
them. And unless you want them all to be sniffing up under your pretty new 
dress, you'd better put some perfume on to cover up the hot scent of your 
pussy, May. Stand right there, dear. I'll do it for you." 

May was swaying like a palm tree in a breeze while her devoted husband 
waited on her. She'd resolved to watch her drinks that night, so there'd be 
no chance of a repeat of last weekend's disgraceful orgy. But now she sipped 
the chilled gin and vermouth, seeking the strength to hang onto her calm 
while Alex dabbed perfume around her tickling blonde hair. He had her raise 
her arms to put more in her armpits, and she stifled a moan when he touched 
his warm lips there. He put more on his broad fingers and smoothed it onto 
her breasts, inside the skimpy dress, and she couldn't suppress a moan of 
hungry desire at that. 

He got down on his knees, had her hike up her skirt, and smoothed more of 
the intoxicatingly musky perfume around the bulge of her crotch band, and 
only the last of the martini kept her from ripping off the white panties and 
jamming her brimful cunt lips against his warm mouth. 

"Alex, let's stay hom-m-m-me," she moaned, as he fingered aside that crotch 
band and slipped his tongue through her hair, like a sensuous snake seeking 
nectar-and finding it. 

"Want this in your hot little slit?" he murmured against her flesh, panties 
pulled tight, tongue tipping her sopping lips. 

"Yes! OH, YES!" 

"Want me to suck on this," he said, and thumbed her clit through her 
panties, "till you can't hold your water?" 

"ALEX, PLEASE, DO IT! LICK ME! NOW!! ! " 

He snapped her panties back into place, and she could feel the impact in her 
spine. He laughed and got to his feet and told her, "Be a good girl at the 
party. Have a ball there, and I guarantee you all the sex you can handle 
before you fall asleep in this bed again. Come on. We're late." 

Everything looked slightly hazy to May as Alex drove. Her bottom felt 
engorged with the blood of passion, her pussylips throbbed almost painfully 
inside the tight panties, and she gazed slack-jawed at the passing lights, 
the passing scenery. She could hardly concentrate on Alex's cheerful 
conversation. Her wet crotch band was binding her, reminding her of the hot 
tongue that she longed for here. Under her light summer coat, within the 
tickling orange satin, her nipples remained as hard as Alex's fingers had 
made them. It would be a long night, an endless night, until she could have 
him in bed, naked. She wanted him sliding his beautiful fuckstick into her 
yearning candybox. Licking her twatlips and sucking her joy bump with 
lascivious abandon. It would be hours and hours before she could clasp his 
hot rod between her quaking tits and give them both a deep massage. She 
wanted to lick his cockhead all over, like a succulent hot popsickle. She 
wanted his fingers sliding in her yawning ass-hole, melting the passage for 
his mammoth prick. She wanted his cock deep in her throat, her nose nestled 
against his goaty big balls, while he burrowed his nose in her shitter and 
stabbed his thickly tapered tongue up her fuck-hole. 

"You want to come in and have a drink with the Grays or wait here in the 
car, May?" 

"Huh? What did you say? The Grays?" she said, waking up, and recognizing 
that infamous house. "We're taking them with us?! ? " 

"What's wrong with a little car ride? You want that drink or not?" 

"No! And I want them to leave me alone. Both of them!" 

He laughed and said, "Get in the back seat like the old married lady you 
are. Judy'll ride with you and John won't be able to reach you from up here, 
if you're worried. And if my sister gets fresh with you, just slug her." 

"Y-Your sister? Her? Judy?" 

He was half out of the car. He stopped and looked at her quizzically. 
"Didn't I mention Judy was my sister?" 

"No. Of course you didn't!" she said, blushing scarlet, remembering all too 
vividly how her husband had fucked that girl, the same one he now claimed 
was his sister. "Alex, is this some kind of a bad joke? She can't be your 
sister. You couldn't have ... I just won't believe that. Why didn't you tell 
me before?" 

He grinned. "You didn't ask me. But if you don't believe me, ask Judy. She's 
honest. She'll tell you she's my little sister, and she'll tell you I popped 
her cherry when she was twelve and I was thirty. It's called incest," he 
stated, and left her, completely stunned. 

May sat there for several horrendous moments, and when Alex had disappeared 
into the Gray's house, she quickly slid behind the wheel of the car. If what 
he'd said was true, she wanted nothing more to do with him. If it was 
another of his irresponsible jokes, it would serve him right if she drove 
home and left him with his licentious friends. 

But the keys were gone. He'd taken them with him, abandoning her even as 
she'd planned to abandon him. What a bastard he could be! How could she love 
him as she did! She quickly got out and climbed into the commodious back 
seat of the car. She sat there fuming in the darkness, vowing revenge, all 
thought of having a wild one-to-one orgy with him that night forgotten. She 
was so caught up with her vengeful glowerings that the sudden opening of the 
door startled her badly. 

"Hi, sister!" Judy chirped, climbing in, spilling liquor from her stemmed 
glass as she entered. Judy was taken aback to see her dressed in the frilly 
gingham pinafore of a little girl of ten, short skirt, Buster Brown shoes, 
pig-tailed wig on her head and freckles painted on her cheeks. She was only 
taken aback for a moment, though, for now the other rear door swung open and 
John jumped in to settle hard against her other side. 

"Hi, May. How's the candy stick kid?" he said with a laugh, and a warm slap 
high on her thigh. 

"Alex!" May indignantly said as her husband got behind the wheel. "Let me up 
there with you!" 

"Give the lady a drink. Shut her up," Alex said, and fired up the car, 
whistling a merry tune. 

One after the other, two drinks were held to May's lips. She had to swallow 
some of the chilled liquor lest it all run down and icily scald her flimsily 
covered tits. And they were flimsily covered again, for right away the man 
and wife at her sides were pulling aside her coat, laughing and urging her 
to have a good time with them, all together again after a week of dull work. 

The Martinis soon disappeared, half down May's throat, half on her bodice 
and in her lap. They were like a pair of demons, these two at her sides. 
They were absolutely irrepressible in their mirth, giggling and tickling her 
unmercifully until she was forced to giggle along with them. They were 
chasing her all around the back seat, while Alex laughed his encouragement 
to them and calmly drove them on toward some fate that might be even more 
humiliating for May. 

"Stop that! Let me alone!" May cried, and then dissolved in another gale of 
giggling as John dug his fingers into her ribs and Judy succeeded in getting 
her long skirt up over her wriggling hips. 

"You're right, Alex," Judy gaily cried. "These panties have got to go. 
Z-z-z-z-zip!" she said, and stripped them right down May's helplessly 
kicking legs. 

John was tickling her armpits with his fingers, tickling her throat with his 
lips, and now Judy joined him in tickling May's naked loins with her 
fingers. "Kitchy-koo?" said the young woman dressed up like a little girl, 
but already the ticklings were provoking more than mere giggles from the 
struggling blonde in the back seat of the speeding car. 

"Oh, do-o-o-on't. Ple-e-e-e-ase," she moaned, completely out of breath from 
the induced laughter, feebly shifting her naked ass on the leather to escape 
those delicate fingers brushing up and down her fat wet cunt lips. 

"Is she wet, Judy?" John eagerly asked with his lips at May's ear. 

"Sopped. Just like I am," said his wife thumbing May's distended clit with 
one hand, lifting her little gingham skirt with the other. 

Judy had little girl's cotton panties on with a red-embroidered slit that 
ran right down through their crotch band. May could see them clearly in the 
flashing lights of the passing streetlamps. She could see those little 
cotton panties, could see Judy's fingers working through the slit and into 
her wet slit-and she could feel Judy's fingers delving for more slick 
wetness in her tight fuck-hole and puffed twat-lips. 

"You going to lick me tonight, like I licked you?" Judy asked, eyes 
glistening with hot lust, fingers more pleading than her words. 

"No-o-o-o," May moaned. She was unable to stop the soft rotations of her 
bare ass on the leather. She couldn't stop pushing her hairy twat against 
Judy's fingers, or her quaking tits against John's cupped hands. She 
couldn't tear her gaze away from Judy's sweet little box, either, but she 
could moan, "No-o-o-o. Nooooo, I'm not a Lesbian." 

"And neither am I," Judy murmured in the darkness, her lips very close to 
May's open mouth. "I'm bi-sexual, just like you will be soon, you pretty 
thing. But tonight I'm just an innocent little schoolgirl, and it's you 
who's the big bad lezzie. You're out to seduce me, sister dear. You're out 
to get your big, hot tongue in my little ol' schoolbox, you nasty sexy dyke, 
and believe me, you won't get any satisfaction for yourself till you've 
played your part-all the way." 

The impishly grinning vixen stabbed two fingers deep in her own vagina for 
emphasis. She smeared the juices from her cunt over May's twisted lips, and 
Alex announced they'd arrived at the party. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was in an old English style house in the heart of the city. May was aware 
of that, and she was aware that the other guests at the gathering were warm 
in their welcome to her, but she wasn't fully aware of what was going on. 
She was completely drunk. Oh, she wasn't staggering around with a skinful of 
alcohol, but she was completely drunk. Half of it was from the drinks she'd 
consumed-and now she had another in her hand-and half was a sexual 
intoxication which any amount of black coffee would not help. 

She'd been hot before, plenty of times. Alex had had her moaning and begging 
for sex and she'd been so hot at the Grays that she'd gone wild with her 
passion. But this was different. She was every bit as sexually aroused and 
needful, but now she was in the company of total strangers, at least a dozen 
of them, and it was a constant battle to keep her intoxicated lust under 
control. 

She knew John, of course, and his wife Judy, still dressed up like a little 
girl, and hanging around the fringes of the quiet revelers that Alex was 
introducing her to. She couldn't get over how nice these strangers were 
being to her, how they could ignore her drink-stained dress and her 
passion-lidded eyes while they warmed her hand with theirs or kissed her 
cheek in greeting. And some didn't just kiss her cheek. Men and women alike 
touched their lips to hers as she was introduced to them. Some of them 
slipped her a taste of their tongues, and not a one of them needed an 
explanation for her tousled, sleepy appearance. 

They all thought she was beautiful-all except Judy, looking at her from the 
sidelines through reproachful eyes, still wanting May to get down and put 
her mouth on her hot little cunt. May didn't need that. On every side of her 
were beautiful people who wanted her body, and the man at her side had 
proven himself willing to share her with anyone. 

She smiled up at him, swaying against his side. "Having a good time?" he 
asked. 

"Nice people. Glad I came. But they all look at me so sexy." 

"Yes. You are sexy. Dirty movies in the next room. Shall we see them? 
They'll run continuously. We could take that little girl in the red gingham 
pinafore and open her eyes for her." 

May squinted and said, "That's Judy. Your sister." 

He hugged her tit and said, "You could teach her about sucking cunts, May. 
Stick your big old Lesbian cunt on her pretty mouth and have her eat it. 
Slip your candy stick up her fuck hole and make it nice and wet for me." 

"I'm not a Lesbian," she said, frowning up at him. 

He laughed and said, "Let's go see the film they're running, dear." 

It was wildly sexy, a whole melange of bodies and mouths, joining together 
in a thousand ways. It made May squirm and writhe against the bodies on each 
side of her, it made her fuck-hole itch like mad, but it didn't make her any 
hotter than she already was. The film was just flat, cold images-she knew 
that despite her state of hot inebriation-and the real thing was all around 
her. 

"Can't we go someplace and fuck, honey?" she asked Alex. "Go someplace where 
you can stick that hot tongue of yours all over between my legs? Hmm?" 

"There'll be time for that later, darling, if you're good. Now we've got 
people to meet, new friends to talk to." 

She followed him back toward the big lighted room without protest, though 
hands brushing her loins and butts and tits were all silently inviting her 
to stay, to get the satisfaction she had to have soon. Just into the room, 
Alex stopped to talk to a tall, distinguished-looking man whom May vaguely 
recognized as a corporate attorney of high standing in the community. like 
all the others she'd met, he smiled in frank admiration as he looked down 
into her gaping bodice. 

"Lovely dress, May," he said, and ran his fingers up and down the hem of her 
bodice, brushing her pulsing tits with deliberate care. 

"Alex bought it for me," she purred, clinging to her husband's sleeve, but 
artfully arching her lush curves toward this man who so obviously 
appreciated her beauty, her sophistication, her allure. She knew, somehow, 
that he'd be the one to give her her next climax. 

"It's satin," she said, and watched his elegantly manicured fingers as they 
trailed down over her tit to her waist, traced the swelling curve of her 
hip, and dallied thrilling back and forth across the nicely bunched material 
at her tummy. 

"Alex has good taste," said the handsome stranger. "It's almost slit to the 
right place," he said, and described the top of that slit with his fingers. 

"Yes. Yes-s-s-s-s," May murmured, looking down at his fingers moving inside 
the orange slit, toward the wet, pink one that was waiting for his touch, 
for any touch at all! "Yes-s-s..." 

"Ah, no panties," he said, and May's hot rising lust kept her knees from 
buckling as his fingertip touched her cream-covered clit. 

"Nothing but me under this dress," she husked, and pushed forward against 
the hard finger, sighed and closed her eyes to feel all she could of those 
first sweet pre-orgasmic tingles. 

"Oh, please don't stop," she said as he withdrew his hand. She barely 
managed to keep the whining tone out of her voice, but the fingers she 
needed were gone. 

May opened her dulled eyes and saw him licking his fingers, sniffing them. 
One of his eyebrows went up, and he said, "Well, Lesbian's pussy smells no 
different from any other woman's." 

She tried to tell him she wasn't a Lesbian at all, but he just laughed and 
said, "Tell that to the little girl in the red gingham. If you can convince 
her, you can convince me. Later, Alex, May." 

May glared at the pigtailed girl and the girl stuck out her tongue at her. 
"What she needs is a good spanking," said May. 

"Or a good tongue-lashing. There's John at the bar with Millie Grant. Let's 
go over and say hello." 

The couple was obviously in no mood to talk to them. Millie was one of those 
Nordic beauties with a long, mournfully lovely face, and golden tresses that 
fell down to her waist. Her tits were so big they hung almost to her waist. 

May could see them quite clearly, for all she had on was a pair of black 
velvet hot pants. Big bulbous tits that hung like a cow's udder, but 
terrifically sexy. John couldn't keep his hands off them while they sat on 
barstools and swapped tongues. May knew it would be impossible to break in 
on them for conversation, but still she went on, drawn by the erotic tableau 
at the bar. To her great surprise, Millie turned with a bright smile of 
greeting and kissed her warmly on the lips. 

"I've been dying to meet you, May. I've heard so much about you and your way 
with women. If you're ever in the mood for a big-busted blonde, call on me. 
I don't go for public sex like you do, but I've got a comfortable little 
apartment where you could give me some lessons in sixty-nine." 

"Oh, yes. P-Public sex," said May, utterly confused again, as her hand was 
warmly clasped to the beautiful Millie's heavy breast. 

"Of course you like them younger, too, like that little chickie who's been 
eyeing you all night," said Millie. And May was constrained to smile in the 
direction of the little imp with the long black pigtails and the sorrowfully 
yearning smile. "From all I've heard about you, May darling, I'd expect you 
to be cunt-fucking that one here at the bar by this time. What is it? Do the 
presence of these handsome men bother you that much." 

"Er ... yes," said May, for it was the easiest thing to answer. 

Millie kissed her on the lips, gave her a taste of a girl's sweet tongue. 
She murmured in May's ear, "I'll take these hairy old men off with me. Leave 
you to put on a little show for us here at the bar with that sexy little 
brat. I envy you, May. Her name's Judy. She's been looking at my tits all 
evening, but her eyes turn to chocolate syrup whenever she looks at you. 
Have a ball with her. An experienced Lesbian like you can get little virgin 
Judy to do anything at all you want...." 

May was left alone. There were people all around her, buzzing away with 
their sexy little conversations in the smoke-filled room, but she stood 
alone from all of them. She was very much aware of little Judy's presence. 
May was feeling the girl's hot eyes on her sveltely-clad figure, but she 
wasn't looking back at the girl. 

She didn't have to. Every line of her little body, every hair of her head, 
every ruffle of her little dress was imprinted in her mind's eye. Not even 
looking at Judy, May had X-ray vision and retention. She could see through 
her little red apron and skirt to the cotton panties she had on, pure white 
except for the conveniently placed pee-hole, lined with beckoning red yarn. 
She could see through the panties to her loins, entirely girlish, but 
already sprouted with a sparse covering of jet black hair. May could see 
through Judy's dress to her little titties, mere nipples thrusting out from 
her thin chest, but May didn't care about little girl's titties. If she 
wanted tit, she'd call Millie, the Swedish bombshell. And if she wanted cunt 
she'd summon little Judy, the girl with the fear in her eyes. 

May summoned Judy. 

She did it without a word, without a look. She did it by sliding her satiny 
ass up on the barstool and parting her legs. She called silently and 
demandingly to the innocent girl by appealing to her sex curiosity with a 
shadowy glimpse of a notorious Lesbian's hairy big cunt. 

And the girl came to her call. 

May could feel her coming. And she could see the eyes of the other adult 
guests following the hesitant footsteps of the faltering innocent child. She 
could tell when the girl's hesitance grew too great, and all she had to do 
then was to open her lovely long legs a bit farther and there was little 
Judy at her side with a fearfully shy smile on her freckled face. 

"C-Could I get a Coke here? My mouth's so dry." 

"Darling, you can get just about anything you want here," said the smiling 
May, and took the girl's trembling hand. Was it really a twelve-year-old, or 
was it Judy Gray? Was this her husband's sister, and how had these people 
gotten May to enter into their sex games? Did it matter? Did anything matter 
beyond the deep-seated hunger worming everywhere through her body, from her 
pulsing pussy to her insinuating smile? 

"All I want is a Coke," said the girl as, up close, the fear in her eyes was 
positively thrilling to May in her new role. 

"You want more than that, Judy," May said, and brought the girl's hand 
between her legs, pressed its tensed knuckles against the damp warm hair of 
her exposed twat. 

Judy looked down, gasping and blinking at her hard little fist, caught in 
the soft prison of May's strong hand and hot crotch. She tried weakly to 
pull away, murmuring, "No, don't do that! That's not nice!" 

"Feels very nice to me. Feels lots nicer than when I'm touching myself down 
there." The quaking knuckles felt almost as good as a mouth. May wanted to 
throw the girl down and rape her, but she kept up her facade of warm 
calmness. "Do you play with yourself much, Judy?" 

"Please! I've got to go! People will see!" she said, close to panic, 
wriggling her hand against May's hot cunt in a delightful fashion. 

"Nonsense. We're all friends here. No one minds a little show of affection 
between us here. They're not even looking our way." 

They were, of course, watching every movement at the bar. Watching sidelong. 
But the gir! was so shaken she couldn't see that, nor the lusty interest 
glowing in the other's eyes. 

"Please, Miss," Judy said, play-acting her part. "I'd better go. Please let 
me go. All I came over here for was a Coke, and...." 

"Don't you fib to me," said May, and took the girl by the chin to stare hard 
into her widened eyes. "You've been staring at me all evening, eating me up 
with your hot little eyes. Now that you've finally gotten the gumption to 
come over to me, it won't be so easy to get away." 

"No! Please!" she begged, the writhing back of her hand all wet with May's 
slippery juices, her flaring nostrils filled with May's mature scent of 
perfume and cunt. 

May quelled the raging lust in her loins and laughed. She chuckled 
disdainfully, and she shrugged one thin orange strap off her shoulder. She 
peeled down the bodice of her gown, baring a thrusting, red-nippled tit, 
hefted its globular weight in her hand, milked its point to greater 
firmness, completely captivated the girl's wide eyes. "Is that what you've 
been staring at, dear. Is this why you're here with me?" 

"N-No. No-o-o-o-o," she said, and chewed her pale lips in her hunger. 

"Keep up that fibbing, and you're in trouble. But now that you've seen my 
tit, do you think it's beautiful, lovely, sexy?" 

"Oh, yes-s-s. Oh gee, yes!" she said, and her hand, down between May's 
woftly moving thighs, was clutching softly, thrilling the older woman to the 
core. "C-Could I? Just once?" 

"All you want, luv," May purred, and lifted the girl's hand to her lips, 
kissed it and smelled her own wet heat, and pressed it warmly and 
thrillingly to her waiting tit. "Smooth, soft, sexy," she murmured. 

"Beautiful ... and so big," the girl said, in a woman's low register. "Oh!" 
said May, and almost wet herself at the delight shooting through her when 
the girl unexpectedly tweaked her nipple. 

"Did I hurt you?" 

May smiled and said, "Terribly. Best kiss it and make it well. Go on. Don't 
think about it, just do it!" 

"Oh, no!" Judy moaned, glanced quickly at the distant people, bent fast and 
placed her girlish lips hard against May's reaching nipple. It was only the 
briefest of pecks, but May felt it right down to her tonguehole. She had the 
girl going with her tactics, and if she kept up her commanding performance 
and cajolery, she'd have herself a sweet little virgin cunt to add to her 
collection. She wanted that cunt badly, as badly as she wanted to give this 
impressionable girl a taste for the cunt of a Lesbian. 

"I like your lips on me," May murmured, as the red-faced girl straightened 
up, swaying. "And you'll like mine. Kiss me, Judy, kiss me." 

"No, I've got to GO! I...." 

"Nonsense," said May, and drew her into a mouth-to-mouth kiss. 

The girl's eyes were wide, and her lips were tense. May worked those lips 
over, sensuously massaging them with her own, and gradually she saw the 
girl's lids droop, felt her lips soften. May tickled her tongue-tip across 
the girl's lips, then wormed it inside. 

The girl moaned softly through the kiss, and her little body grew more 
supple under the moving embrace of May's knowing hands. She pulled Judy's 
narrow hips against her, up between her opened legs, and ground her bulging 
twat against the girl's softly padded pelvis. The kiss deepened and the girl 
melted, timidly began to move her tongue with May's. Though there was still 
an expression of distraught fear on her face, this was melting too. 

May felt the curve of her hard little buttock, still trembling with fear, 
starting to tremble with untried desire. She squeezed the fragile waist till 
she had Judy writhing, and she further softened those lips on hers by very 
gently closing her fingers on Judy's tight little titty. She was doing fine, 
she was almost home free-until she slid her hand down over the shallow 
groove of the girl's groin and felt the silky young flesh where her leg was 
clasped by her panties. 

Judy twisted away, tears shining in her eyes. "No, I've got to go! I can't 
let you do this. I feel so funny!" 

"Where've you got to go?" said May, smiling in spite of her overwhelming 
lust for this neophyte sinner. 

"My parents! Th-They're waiting for me. Oh, please, Miss! I feel so funny, 
so all over funny!" 

"I'm tired of your fibs and I'm tired of your nonsense," May snapped, her 
careful patience at an end. "Your parents aren't waiting for you any more 
than mine are, and you're going to get yours for lying to me, and for 
teasing me all night. Up with that skirt. You're going to get a paddling!" 

"In front of all these people?" Judy said, aghast. 

In reply, May spun the girl around, fucked up her skirt and apron, and 
jammed the fabric in the girl's hands. Judy still looked at her with shocked 
disbelief as May got up and jerked her little cotton panties down to her 
knees, baring her white little apple buttocks, tensed and trembling visibly. 

May bent the lithe girl at the waist and WHACKED her as hard as she could 
with her palm on her upturned buttocks. Judy screamed and May's reply to 
this was several more hard SWATS of her open hand on the quickly reddening 
ass-cheeks. 

The crowd was buzzing, tittering, as May unmercifully spanked the 
woman-child's bare bottom. Her exposed tit swung heavily with the blows of 
her flying hand, her hair fell down over her eyes, and when her palm was 
stinging sore, she roughly pushed the girl over a bar-stool with her 
well-spanked ass in clear view of the assembled guests. 

"Did that hurt?" she demanded. 

"Yes!" the blubbering girl replied. 

May spread the glowing sore ass-cheeks with her hand and exposed the little 
slit, covered with a thin veil of black, just as she'd pictured it. The lips 
of her little slit were wonderfully wet to the touch, and it was wonderful 
to see the girl's trim hips writhe so when May wormed her finger deep inside 
the virgin sex-hole she'd exposed. 

"Does that feel good?" she harshly asked. "Don't lie again!" 

"Yes! Oh, yes. It feels wonderful!" said little Judy, hanging onto the 
barstool with both hands, gyrating her rosy ass under the deep probing of 
May's middle finger. 

"Do you want it to feel better, girl?" 

"Yes! I want to feel ... like you feel! I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU, MISS!" 

"Mmmmmm," said May, licking her swollen lips, and winking at the crowd as 
she finger-fucked the constantly moaning girl. She hitched up her dress and 
bent at the waist, spreading the apple ass-cheeks wide. She ran her hard, 
wet tongue down from the base of the girl's spine over her ass-hole and over 
her sexhole, past her pee-hole to her clit. 

It was amazingly big for a girl of this age, and May dwelt there with her 
hot tongue, stabbing and swirling, before coming back to violate the little 
tongue hole with a deeply stabbing kiss. 

The girl was going wild, rocking the stool precariously, whining and gasping 
and crying out her love for May. She was all May's now, but May stayed on 
where she was, lapping and swishing her tongue through the prim trough of 
the girl's flesh, slurping up the virginal juices as fast as they ran out of 
her tongue hole. 

Amid the buzzing approval of her admiring fans, May kept it up till shudder 
after shudder of orgasmic delight was ripping through the girl's screaming 
body, and then she rose and jerked the girl up from the barstool, whirled 
her around and sat her down on it again. 

Her pigtails were gone. It wasn't a girl at all, it was Judy Gray. But that 
didn't matter a damn to May by now. She'd primed herself far too well to be 
choosy about whom she got her satisfaction from. 

"May, May, that was wonderful," Judy moaned, half swooning. "The spanking, 
the fingerfucking, your tongue-washing, all of it. Just let me get my breath 
and I'll...." 

"Shut up!" May snarled, and slapped her across the face. 

She fucked up the skirts of both of them, slammed the startled girl hard 
down on the barstool, and jammed their gushing twats together. Right away 
she started coming, and Judy's hot orgasms were renewed. 

"Cunt-fucking," Judy moaned. "I love it. Look, May. Just look!" 

"Yeah," May muttered through a blaze of wild delight. "Black hair and 
blonde. Straight and curly. All mashed together. Two pink splits. Lips all 
wet and frenching. Two clits ... big ones! ... fucking like mad! RRRRGH! 
R-R-R-R-R-R-RGGGGH!! ! " 

"COME WITH ME!" Judy screamed. "SHOVE YOUR CUNT RIGHT UP INSIDE MINE AND 
COME WITH ME!" 

"COMING HARD! COMING GOOD!! ! " 

"NEVER STOP, MAY! NEVER STOP!" 

"FUCK! COME! NEVER STOP!" May gritted, as she ground her big, bulging twat 
hard between the legs of the slender girl on the barstool before her. 

"YOU'RE WONDERFUL!" Judy squalled, fucking harder, squelching their leaking 
holes together as the cunt juice drooled down their legs by the spoonful. 
"WONDERFUL, MAY!! " 

"YOU'VE GOT A CUNT LIKE A RED ... HOT ... FURNACE!" May had to grunt the 
words out through the heavy stream of her orgasms. "BITCH. LITTLE ... 
TEASING ... BITCH!! ! " 

"BIG BAD FUCKING LESBIAN-N-N-N!! ! " 

"Get down there and eat it, girl!" May snarled, and grabbed the girl by her 
short black hair. "GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK OUT MY TONGUE HOLE!! ! " 
she harshly commanded. 

Judy went to her knees in front of May. Her body was quivering frantically 
from the force of her orgasms. The orgasms shooting through Judy's body 
added to her passionate licking and kissing as she burrowed her pretty face 
between May's gorgeous legs. 

May held her hand on the back of Judy's head, guiding the girl's mouth where 
ever she wanted it to go in the gigantic big cunt that her crotch had 
become. Thrill after wild thrill of sexual satisfaction shot through her 
body. 

She loved Judy's lips pressing against the soft, fleshy mounds of her 
vaginal lips, the hot tongue darting in her slit. 

She stared around the room, at the faces that ringed them in, and she 
thought, Oh, my God, what am I doing? What am I becoming? 

She didn't have to say it out loud. She could answer the question herself. 
The wild darting of Judy's tongue into her hot hole was answer enough. She 
was becoming a Lesbian. A cunt fucker. She didn't want it to happen, yet it 
was. Her husband was turning her into a perverted sex fiend and making her 
love it. 

The faces around her, watching her shame, didn't mean a thing. All she 
wanted was the hard slippery jab of Judy's tongue in her twat. Her mouth 
watered, too, as she thought of stabbing her own tongue in the girl's 
delectable twat. Cunt lapping ... she shivered at the thought of being that 
vile. And she shuddered at the joy of feeling Judy's tongue in her own cunt. 
She could feel her juice leaking out of her slot. 

"That's enough," May thought she heard her husband say. 

A wave of relief flooded over her. Alex was relenting. He wasn't going to 
make her continue this way. He wasn't going to force her to do any more. May 
gripped Judy's hair tightly and pulled the girl's face against her crotch. 

Alex will make her stop, May thought. And, somehow, the realization made May 
very sad.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

May was dazed by the sexual frenzy that gripped her, but she did recognize 
her husband when he came into the light. Even with his naked chest only 
partially covered by gray hair and the prominent thatch of gray hair around 
his erect cock, he looked like a judge. He looked so competent and ... 
masculine that May couldn't resist him. 

She was relieved that she was going to be able to let him take care of 
things now. May tried to obliterate the feel of Judy's tongue twisting 
ceaselessly in her twat. 

Alex came up to her and put his hot hands on her naked hips and slowly 
guided her body into a new position. May thought it strange. Why doesn't he 
make his sister stop licking my cunt? she wondered desperately. The "sexual 
feeling was overwhelming. 

May was even more confused when her husband forced her to bend over. 

It wasn't necessary for her to imagine what was causing the wonderful 
feeling in her slit anymore. She could see for herself the eager, 
saliva-shined red flash of Judy's tongue. She could look past the pink tips 
of her own hanging-breasts at the squirming, hungry flesh of her cunt as it 
tried to fuck down on Judy's tongue. The sight sent warm flashes through 
her. 

Alex kept his hand on her back, holding her down as he moved around behind 
her. He was still naked and May had a clear view of his red-tipped, hobbling 
penis shaft. 

"Now we're really going to fuck, baby," Alex said. He pressed his hot hips 
against May's buttocks. His hands slid around her body and cupped her soft, 
hanging breasts. 

May was horrified as she realized what her husband was doing. His penis was 
nudging her slit. The huge, bullet-shaped tip opened her cunt. May wriggled 
her body at the sudden pressure inside her sex slit. It felt good. In fact, 
it felt fantastic. Not because this was the first time that her husband had 
fucked her in this position. It was fantastic because at the same time that 
Alex was trying to shove his dick inside her cunt, his sister Judy was 
licking like mad at May's swollen cunt lips. "No," May moaned. "Please don't 
do that..." 

"Yes," Alex said. "Yes. I'm going to give it to you, baby." 

May trembled as she felt his prick sliding into her quivering slit. It felt 
so huge that she imagined she was being split in half. And yet he had had it 
up there lots of times and she knew there was no problem. But those times 
she hadn't had his sister lapping frantically at their joined sexual organs. 
To May it was the height of wickedness. It was evil for Judy to be licking 
and sucking at her fat cunt lips while Alex's cock slid in and out of her 
juicy hole. She was so embarrassed she had to close her eyes, she had to 
pretend it wasn't happening. 

May remained bent over, her husband's chest warm and scratchy against her 
naked back. Her legs were spread and she felt the way his cock bent up and 
pressed into her gaping cunt. She was all warm and gushy and loose inside. 
But his penis seemed so big it even forced her cunt open wider than normal 
and her cunt lips sucked vigorously at it. 

The soft, silky slide of her husband's penis in and out of her crack warmed 
May up until she was practically steaming. The thrust into her slot was long 
and controlled. It rubbed beautifully between her sex lips and stretched the 
inside of her vagina. 

"Ooooo," she groaned. It felt tremendous sliding in and out. She was 
ecstatic over the stretching and squeezing action of her hairy pussy around 
his stiff pole as he drove it into her. "Uh, uh, uh," she moaned as the 
plunging prick beat against her throbbing vagina. Alex was making her feel 
beautiful inside. She was in love with it, with Alex. 

At the same time, the soft squish of Judy's tongue against her love slot 
excited May to an extent she would have previously thought impossible. The 
worst of it was that as her husband's cock ravaged her obscenely exposed 
pussy, May was equally excited by the firm, quick strokes of her husband's 
sister's tongue on her fiery crotch. 

She had to admit, reluctantly, that she was as turned on by Judy's tongue as 
she was by her husband's dick. It seemed impossible. It was hard to believe 
that she would be affected by something so vile as that, but it was the 
truth. Just thinking about Judy's firm tongue-imagining the way it flashed 
in and out of the other girl's mouth-and how it was stroking Alex's cock 
almost made May come. 

For the moment, that was all that possessed her. Gone were the faces 
watching the three of them out of the semi-darkness. All of her reality was 
in her crotch. Her whole being was centered in her tender, pink crotch and 
the soft petals of her pussy. 

But as her excitement rose, her whole body was transformed into a conduit 
for sex. May's breasts responded to the eager twisting and pinching of 
Alex's fingers. Her clitoris expanded and she almost came when she 
experienced Judy's hot lips caressing it. 

And then Judy's tongue was a hot, wet feel as it slid up past her crotch, 
past her fevered pussy. It was only then that May howled with suppressed 
feelings of excitement. 

Judy's tongue had stroked up around Alex's warm cock in May's crack and 
touched ever so lightly her pulsating ass-hole. And then Alex was pounding 
back down and there was no room for Judy's face or her tongue between them. 
Alex was wild with sexual excitement. He pounded viciously against his 
wife's behind. His cock sawed in and out of her cunt faster and faster, 
harder and harder. His fingers pressed down on her already mauled titties. 

Flashes of feeling lanced through the woman's body. May was on fire-sexual 
fire. She ground her hips back against Alex's pelvis. She was insane with 
the awful urgency to stuff something up her teased and battered cunt, 
something that would stretch and fill her to the rim. "More," she cried 
desperately. "Give me more cock. More, more, MORE." 

Her last cry was one of wild exhilaration an feeling as her husband lunged 
against her and filled her cunt with a long, probing pecker that twitched at 
the end and filled her with strange, powerful sensations of pleasure. It was 
hurt, too. Twinges as if she'd stretched her pussy a little too far and she 
had to heal. But those were pleasure feelings as well. 

As she impaled her spasming cunt on his super cock, May howled with relief. 

She was getting it. She was getting what she wanted. Her cunt was being 
filled with his cock, relieving the terrible itch for being fucked that 
she'd had all along. 

"Fill me full," she sobbed. Her body quaked and her cunt squeezed and 
loosened around his hot rod feeling even better than a hot, fucking, mouth. 
Alex couldn't resist. No man could have, and finally he was releasing his 
torrent of semen into her vagina in a hot liquid jet that deluged her 
inside. It was hot and exciting. 

"Aaaagghh..." Her cry filled the small room as she came hard. Alex was 
pressed tight against her too, pumping his wet load into her sex pocket. His 
eyes were glazed. 

May bucked back, but he was soft. His pecker bent in the middle and pulled 
out of her slot in a limp movement. It slapped against her leg. Semen 
splattered the inside of her thigh and clung there. And May wished it hadn't 
gone soft. She wanted it once more. God, how she wanted to be impaled on 
that hard rod of flesh for another time. 

The excitement didn't stop. Judy's tongue was busy licking and her lips 
sucked at May's empty slot. It felt to May like she was being turned inside 
out. Her cunt lips were puffy with the new desire that Judy initiated with 
her Lesbian action, but she resisted. 

Being sucked by a girl wasn't the same thing. May was sure of that. Even 
though her husband could do perverse things to her, May could accept them. 
But not the ministrations of his Lesbian sister. That was sinful ... beyond 
forgiveness ... Now that she'd come to her senses. 

"D-d-d-d-don't," May stuttered in a pitiful attempt to stop the sexual 
attack. 

"Stop what, baby?" Alex laughed at her and held her tight, his hands still 
playing with her full breasts which pointed straight at the floor from her 
bent over position. 

"Don't let her ... let her ... suck my cunt like that!" May was breathless. 
She had to force the words out of her mouth. What Judy was doing was finally 
getting to her. 

Judy had pursed her lips around May's pussy and sucked. She seemed to draw 
her brother's wife inside out by the act and her tongue just naturally 
slithered up her sex hole and tasted the fantastic mix of semen and cunt 
juice. Judy loved the taste. She rolled it on her tongue and coaxed it to 
fill her mouth. She had learned to like it by sucking Alex's girlfriend's 
off after Alex and fucked them-and now it was twice as flavorful sucking off 
Alex's super-straight wife. Despite her youthfulness, her lithe, almost 
boyish shape, Judy knew more about sex than any other woman she had ever 
met. 

At the moment, Judy was using that knowledge. Her tongue and lips were busy. 
Her fingers spread May's cunt to give her better access to the older woman's 
twat. Her tongue stroked the long length of her slit and dawdled around 
May's sex slot and rubbed eagerly at her clitoris until the reaction was the 
expected outpouring of sweet cunt juice. 

Although at first May had struggled and tried to get away, Judy had 
understood. It was a lot of sex for the other woman to adjust to. She even 
sympathized. But not too much. As avid as her tongue was burrowing into 
May's cunt, Judy was jealous that she wasn't getting much attention. At the 
moment, Judy would have welcomed any man who would have mounted her behind 
and plunged his cock into her ready and willing ass. She would have loved 
it, in fact. It was too bad, she told herself, that her stuck-up, no-nothing 
sister-in-law was getting all the fun. What Judy wanted was to show her how 
to really enjoy herself. 

Just the thought was enough to make Judy's hot twat start twitching. Sex was 
Judy's bag. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

When they got home, May was woozy. S She was sick. She couldn't talk and 
about she could remember was the absolute degradation she had undergone. And 
the most degrading part of all of it was the way she had enjoyed herself. 
She had and there was no denying it. Tongues and cocks and fingers stuffed 
into her cunt had turned her on with equal abandon. And the wickedness she 
had experienced, letting other people actually watch her fuck. Or letting 
Alex's Lesbian sister lick her cunt. 

May shivered. She'd been evil and wicked, that was for sure-damn sure. 

"How did you like the party, hon?" Alex looked at her and licked his lips. 

They were in bed. May had taken a shower to clean herself, but she still 
felt dirty. She looked at her husband lying alongside of her and hated 
him-literally hated him. She had always wanted sexual contact with him. But 
not now. He had done it all-somehow. May knew it deep in her heart. It was 
just as if he had planned her horrible degradation. 

"It was terrible," she mumbled with all the force she could muster. 

"You're just saying that. What about next time? You won't be able to hold 
back..." 

"What next time?" May spit. "Maybe you think you can drag me back into the 
dirt-fucking and sucking every cock or cunt I can get my lips on. Well, I'm 
not going to do it ever again. Fuck yourself if that's what it takes. Just 
leave me alone..." 

May rolled over and presented her butt to her husband. Her action was final. 

Alex didn't look at it that way, though. He slid behind her and chuckled. 
His hands went around her chest and fondled her breasts. Her nipples rose as 
diamond hard points between his squeezing fingertips. His hips slid against 
her buttocks and she felt the soft stirring of his penis. It was still soft 
when it pressed between her buttocks cheeks. 

"Ooooo," May gasped. She couldn't believe the sensation that lanced through 
her. His pecker was still soft, but it touched her rectum and May felt gushy 
inside. He had actually turned her on with a single touch. She tried to 
ignore it, to pretend he was doing nothing as he dry fucked her, his soft 
cock rubbing up and down her asscrack while his fingers manipulated her 
breasts. She clenched her teeth and tried to say "no, no, no." But her 
silent answer was "yes, yes, yes," until her hips were swinging back and 
forth, encouraging the penetration between her ass-cheeks. 

"Don't do that, Alex," she said as sharply as she could. She didn't want her 
husband to think he could get away with anything he wanted to do. Besides 
... besides, and May admitted it to herself only very reluctantly, she was 
going to get a divorce. She had made up her mind and that was that. She 
needed a divorce. She couldn't help the loathing she had for herself. She 
could forgive Alex for the things he made her do-if only he'd change. And 
she was sure he was capable of changing for her sake ... But how could she 
ever forgive herself? She had enjoyed all those evil, perverse things that 
she had done at his insistence. 

And now, May could barely face the truth. Her husband's soft cock was 
rubbing gently between her ass-cheeks and she was humping back against it. 
She was trying to get him to cram it up her throbbing rectum. She wanted him 
to fuck her ass! 

A half sob and half groan escaped May's lips. She clenched her fists in 
frustration. 

Alex moved his hips and the long, hard shape of his penis pressed 
convincingly against her rear. The bullet-shaped head pressed at the round 
opening of his wife's rectum and he smiled tightly at the sudden 
exhilarating contact. The smooth, slippery skin of her ass-hole felt a lot 
like her cunt and Alex loved the thought of shooting his load up her butt. 
He'd wanted to do it for a long time. But she was such a prude that he'd put 
it off. 

He ran his hands over his wife's round buttocks, then pulled the covers down 
so he could see better. She moaned and went rigid, but Alex noticed she 
didn't try to move away. That was good, he knew. Before, she would have 
attempted to stop him from seeing her rear-particularly if he had his pecker 
stuck in it. She would have called it dirty. 

Alex laughed to himself. He'd been careful when he married her not to let 
his wife see his other side. There had been something about her innocence 
that attracted him. And he realized that if he wanted her he was going to 
have to go slow and easy ... But now he felt he'd let enough time slip by 
and he wanted what was his: her hot young body all the way. His way. 

Alex stroked her buttocks absently, noting the way the beautifully shaped 
cheeks appeared to relax as he made no further move. At least, no move with 
his hands. His cock hardened between her soft ass-cheeks and almost 
imperceptibly bored deeper into her. 

"You like this, don't you, honey?" he asked her, whispering in her ear. 

"No," she mumbled. "No. It's dirty and ... aaagggghhhhaaaa..." 

May's voice rose and fell in sudden consternation. Alex pressed her close to 
him as he rammed his cock deep into her spasming ass-hole. He shoved as hard 
as he could and was rewarded when his pecker drove halfway up her hot 
behind. 

Alex could barely keep from ejaculating. His pecker felt so good up her rear 
end that he almost couldn't contain himself. Viciously he withdrew it part 
way and then rammed his hips forward again. His second thrust was 
successful. His prick jabbed all the way home and slid into her butt hole 
like it was buttered. 

Her ass-hole was a wonderful, throbbing greasy fist. It was better than 
jacking off and Alex went wild with the feverish pleasure he experienced. 
His hips banged back and forth in uncontained pleasure as he pumped his rod 
in and out of her rear. Harder and harder he drove into her butt, loving the 
warm, squishy feel of her ass-hole around his cock, the soft pillowy 
sensation of slapping his body against her full, lovely ass-cheeks, even the 
pounding of his balls as they flailed against her body when he drove in full 
length. 

"Come on, baby, fuck," he commanded. "Get some life in it. Fuck." 

He wrapped his hands around her buttocks and steered her on and off his 
throbbing pecker. His hips went faster and faster in the wild fuck he was 
ramming to her ass-hole. 

At first, his wife was unresponsive. It felt like he was fucking her lax 
fist. But it was a hell of a lot better than jacking off. And then her butt 
was pounding back and twisting and rolling and his pecker was being massaged 
and sucked and played with by her rear in a way that made Alex faint with 
pleasure. Each erotic twist of her hips caused her ass to suck at his cock 
better than her mouth ever did. Alex imagined a mouth between her ass cheeks 
and his dick sliding in and out between her juicy lips. It was too much for 
him. He couldn't hold back much longer. His cock was throbbing and his balls 
felt strained from the effort to hold back. Harder and harder he plunged 
against his wife's rear. And then he couldn't hold back any longer and he 
reached around her and grabbed hold of her tits with his fingers and 
squeezed and yanked on them as he ground his cock full length into her 
twitching ass-hole. 

Inside her butt his cock felt so good, so wonderful that Alex couldn't stop 
it anymore. It literally exploded. He felt the heat running the length of 
his pecker and then the spurt of sex juice exploding from the tip into her 
hot rectum. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

After Alex left in the morning, May stayed in bed and wondered about what 
had happened the night before. It had all seemed so clear to her the night 
before. She was going to get a divorce and start living like a "normal" 
person. 

And then Alex had screwed her in the ass. She blushed at the grossness of 
her own thoughts. But, really, was there any other way to think about them. 
When she had been innocent-before these awful things had happened to her-it 
had been easy to separate right and wrong in her thoughts. But not any more. 
It seemed that she would have to give up thinking entirely if she was going 
to avoid thinking sinful things in the future. 

But she couldn't adjust to her own reaction. She had gone wild at the steady 
pounding of his prick in her rear. The even sliding of his penis in and out 
of the tight sheath of her ass-hole had caused her to come again and again 
in a fury of sexual sensation. 

She couldn't claim she didn't enjoy it. Her own reactions had been too 
obvious. There was nothing she could say or do to exonerate herself. It 
would have been pointless to tell Alex he was a foul person. He would only 
have laughed at her. 

May wrapped her arms around her naked breasts and got out of bed. The mirror 
showed her indecently exposed. Her boobs were covered by her arms. But below 
that, she was naked. Her crotch was a hairy patch of blonde fur. Her thighs 
seemed to squeeze her sexiness into the small area of her crotch. 

Hesitantly, May let her hand slip down toward that place. It would be evil 
to touch herself between her own full, round hot thighs. But so many people 
had already touched her there that May was beginning to wonder how much 
worse it could be. Her husband-and John-and Judy. 

May trembled. Judy's touch had been so different. It was so much softer. To 
May it was as if she had been loved by the other girl instead of simply 
used. She recalled Judy's hot lips brushing her clitoris, her tongue worming 
its way between her pussy lips. 

"No..." May cried. "No. Not that. Not again. I ... I can't be a Lesbian." 

Shaken, the girl stared at herself, at her naked body, in the mirror. 
Resolutely she put on a robe and left the bedroom. I should call a lawyer, 
she thought to herself. And then she giggled. Alex was a lawyer. And so was 
John. Maybe she should call John and tell him she wanted a divorce from 
Alex. That was what caused the giggle. 

May's face broke out into a wide smile. She'd tell John and he'd ask why and 
she'd tell him it was because her husband made her do nasty, sexy things 
with other people. Other people like John and his wife. People who shouldn't 
be doing things like fucking and sucking with their sisters and brothers and 
friends. May wondered if it would shake John up. She sat down by the 
telephone and considered who she could call. 

She didn't know any other lawyers. She'd never needed one. And now... 

Hesitantly she picked up the telephone book. Suppose, she thought, just 
suppose I get someone who knows Alex and John? What will they do when he 
hears my story? I tell him how Alex made me go to the party. I tell him how 
Alex made me submit to John and how he helped Judy seduce me. And then can I 
trust him in court? He might know Alex too well. They're always making 
deals, these lawyers. Alex always talks about the deals he makes with his 
pals. He gives them a break and they make a fat fee and they owe him... 

May trembled thinking about it. Strange things happened in court. Alex told 
her about them and laughed when he told her. She couldn't call just anybody. 
There were too many things that could happen if she got the wrong man. 

She slid the telephone book back into its niche and almost didn't notice 
when a small book was knocked on the floor. Automatically she picked it up 
and was about to put it back when she happened to glance at it. She was so 
stunned she dropped it again. 

She couldn't believe it. She stooped over and picked it up and stared at it. 
It was a fuck book. It had to be. She'd never seen one before, but it had a 
salacious appearing cover and the title Led Into Swapping. 

It had to be Alex's. May licked her dry lips and studied it. It didn't 
really look like it would explode in her hand. But, technically she guessed, 
it was evidence and shouldn't be destroyed. Even if it had a scantily clad 
girl on the cover. 

Idly she leafed through it. She told herself she wasn't going to read it. 
Even when her eyes stopped and picked out a string of words, she told 
herself she wasn't going to read it. Just holding it was enough. It was 
about fucking ... She was sure of that. 

But May had to be sure. Hesitantly her eyes went to the printed page and 
began reading: 

The party was already well in progress. The minute they walked in the door, 
they couldn't help spotting their hostess, Nancy. She was in a chair facing 
the door with Clara's husband, Thad. 

She sat backwards in his lap. Her legs were doubled back, and her heels were 
resting on the edge of the cushion. Her small twat was completely open, and 
it glistened and drooled copiously. 

Nancy was a redhead. Her tipped tits had freckles on them that Tom liked to 
nip at when he sucked on the firm cones. Right now, Thad's hands covered 
them and squeezed them and made her rusty nipples pop between his fingers 
like rubbery nubs. 

She had a russet patch of pussy hair, but she had shaved most of it off. The 
whole triangle was gone. Only the fur at the edges of her cunt lips was 
left, and its color seemed to extend the area of pinkness to wide 
proportions. 

They could see Thad's hairy balls under her crotch as the two of them rocked 
and fucked. Tom wasn't surprised to see Nancy's fingers swirling over her 
cunt, spreading the lips, sliding up and down her silky groove, twirling 
over her clit. He watched her run her middle finger in and out of her 
sopping hole at the same time Thad's prick pushed into her anus and he 
groaned. 

Nancy liked it in her ass. That's what Tom had heard. The sight excited him, 
and his prick began to fill in his pants. He could use a little ass fucking 
tonight. He could bang up against her round cheeks and finger her cunt and 
have himself a hell of a party. 

Clara was on the couch with Emma's husband, Randy. Clara was a real 
armload-tall and solid and strong as a weightlifter. She was into the 
gymnastics thing, and her whole body was tuned to move like a fine watch. 
She swiveled her hips around under Randy as if there were ball bearings in 
her sockets instead of bones. 

Whatever Clara had done to tone her muscles in her arms and legs and belly, 
she had done the same thing to her pussy muscles. For all Tom knew, she had 
a greased pole with a weight on the end of it, and she stuffed the pole up 
her cunt and gripped it with her pussy muscles and did knee bends without 
letting the pole slip out. 

Her cunt was fantastic. She could stop the flow of blood with just a tiny 
squeeze. You could put your prick at the mouth of her hole and get your back 
out of joint trying to resist the way she could suck the rod up inside her 
pussy. 

Tom thought he'd like a little of that tonight, too. He'd just had to ram 
his prick into Kathy. It'd be nice to have a woman suck it in as if she 
wanted it. 

Emma was a giggly little brunette with a round face and round hips and round 
tits and round buttocks. Even her feet were curiously round. She was a ball 
of fucking joy, because you could get on her rounded belly and hang on and 
get the ride of your life, rolling and humping all over the room. 

She fucked like a mink. Tom had never known her to come fewer than three 
times in one peak. About two weeks ago, they'd had a little contest between 
them. 

He was feeling particularly horny, and he'd challenged her to see how many 
orgasms they could get off in fifteen minutes. He thought he'd done pretty 
well to pour three loads into her. His balls ached by the time the fifteen 
minutes were up, but she was still going strong. 

He'd counted hers. There was no way to mistake when she came, either. She 
was the kind that yelled and twitched and nearly broke your prick in half 
when she came. 

The first time he'd come in her, shooting his wad deep and strong, she'd 
made it five times, gripping his shoulders with her fingers, pounding her 
butt on the floor, nearly squeezing his waist in two with her round thighs. 

The second time he came, she made it three times-bang, bang, bang. It was 
incredible. She even laughed in between them. The third time, his penis 
could only ooze in strained protest as she whacked off five big comes. 

He thought about that contest and watched her roll around under Renfro's 
black cock as they humped on the polar-bear rug, and he knew he wanted to 
have a little of that pussy, too. Seven comes in a row around his prick was 
a hell of a lot more exciting than none at all, like what Kathy gave him. 

Having finished his inspection of the three white girls, he looked around 
the room for Ruby. He wanted a blow job first, and those fat lips of hers 
were the best around. 

She was in. the dining room with Pete, the host tonight. Pete was sitting in 
one of the straight-back chairs at the table, his butt on the edge of it, 
his legs out straight on either side of Ruby's kneeling body. 

She was already giving head. Tom craned his neck and watched the fat lips 
purse and tighten alternately as she moved her head up and down and sucked 
Pete's cock for him. 

He was half ready to go over and make her sit on his prick while she blew 
Pete, since her ruby-red pussy hole wasn't occupied, but then he was aware 
that Kathy was stripping out of her mini. 

He watched her tits come naked. He watched her push her panties down over 
her hips. She bent to take her feet from them, and he watched her round ass 
flare out toward him, and he couldn't help the quickening that went through 
him and made his prick jerk. 

"Looks like everybody's busy," he said. "Care to dance with your husband for 
a change, or would you rather sit this one out." 

She straightened up and looked at him. "Are you kidding?" she said coldly. 

He gestured with his arm. "Look around. There's not a dry prick in the house 
right now, baby, except mine." He pushed his pants and briefs down and let 
it spring out in front of her, then unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to 
the floor. 

"I'll go watch television before I'd fuck that cock of yours again, you 
bastard," she hissed at him. 

"Captain Kangaroo's not on at night." 

"Funny. Har, har. You stand here and practice your comedy lines. I'm going 
to suck Nancy's cunt for her. I hate to see an empty cunt staring into the 
room like that, even if she does have a prick up her ass." 

"Fine, I'll join you. You lift your butt up, and I'll give you a little ass 
treatment while you're sucking her. There's something else I haven't had 
from you yet." 

"And you're not going to, either. You can go sit in the corner and eat 
dingle berries and pretend they're raisins for all I care. Just keep the 
hell away from me, you hear?" 

He glared at her. His prick began to sag. He sighed deeply and exerted great 
will over the desire to ball his fist and bash her with it. 

"Why don't we just cut it, Kathy," he said darkly. "Let's just end it. I'll 
move out tomorrow." 

She didn't answer. She spun around when the door opened, and her face lit up 
brightly. "Arthur!" she cried. "Liz! What are you two doing here? I haven't 
seen you two in ages. Where have you been keeping yourselves?" 

"Hi, baby," Arthur beamed, opening his arms and taking her nude body into 
them. He lifted her from the floor and swung her around, and she squealed 
happily, kicking her legs and hugging him around the neck and making an 
exaggerated fuss over him. 

"Oh, I'm glad you came!" she cried. "Thanks to stupid over there, we got 
here late. As you see, everybody's busy." 

Arthur's eyes roamed over her naked body appreciatively, and he cupped a tit 
in his palm and brushed his hand over her blonde pubes. Kathy leaned against 
him and gave herself openly to his caress and pointedly ignored Tom. 

"I'm not busy," Arthur said, grinning down on her. 

"Then get out of those clothes and fuck me. Give me one of those long, 
satisfying, grinding screws, Arthur. I just got a short shot before coming 
here, and I need a prick that'll make me blow my ivad and my mind both." She 
cupped his crotch and shook it gently. "And you're just the man who can do 
it." 

They went off. Tom looked after them with a sour expression and moved his 
mouth as if he wanted to spit. 

"Hey, now," Liz said softly, coming up to him, putting her arm around his 
waist. "What's this I see all over your face?" 

He forced a smile and looked at her. "Nothing. I need a fuck, that's all. 
You willing?" 

"I'm always willing, honey, you know that. Especially for you. Hey, I've 
kind of missed you, you know that?" 

"Yeah," he said, turning his head to watch Kathy again. She was spreading 
out on the floor under Arthur, running her hand up and down his prick while 
she opened her thighs to his fingering hand. They kissed passionately and 
masturbated each other, and then she sagged back and lifted her hips high 
and spread her thighs wide for him. 

He moved over her. He didn't start off by sucking her cunt for once. He held 
his position over her while she took his prick in her hand and swirled the 
tip of it through her soft folds, over her clit, into her silky pussy mouth. 

Then she lifted higher still and drew him inside her body and moaned 
audibly, wrapping her arms around Arthur's neck. She began moving her hips 
around in circles, a smile covering her face, making it very obvious that 
she was enjoying being fucked. 

"Tom?" Liz said quietly. 

He looked back around. She was stripping out of her clothes, baring her 
pointed tits, her cute little dark-furred twat. His prick began to lift 
again, but it wouldn't get past the horizontal. He thought of how good it 
would feel to fuck Liz, to lie in her arms, to feel the sweet memory of his 
first strange piece of ass. But his prick wouldn't lift all the way. 

She finished undressing and looked at it. She put her hand around the shaft 
and jacked it slowly, then looked at him again. The cute, bubbly expression 
went off her face. 

"Come on, Tom, what's the trouble? Here, let's go over there and lie down, 
and you just tell Liz all about it." 

"No, it's nothing " he said, forcing another smile. He grabbed her rather 
roughly, intending to back her up against the wall and fuck her standing up. 

She looked at her shoulder, the way his fingers made white marks on it, then 
turned her face back to him and stepped in close. Her pointed tits flattened 
up against his chest, and she made him put his arms around her waist and 
hold her properly. She sagged back in the circle of them and looked into his 
face, trapping his rod between her soft thighs. 

She lifted up on her toes in the circle of his arms and fumbled at her 
crotch and then sank back down. Her warm pussy surrounded his cock and 
squeezed it lovingly. 

"There, that's more comfortable, isn't it? Honey, tell me it feels good. 
Tom." 

"You know it's terrific," he said. She smiled and moved her hips against 
him, making his prick slide up and down inside her soft, clinging pussy. "I 
was the first for you, honey, and I want to be the last. Right now. This is 
it. You fuck me, and then you go get Kathy and fuck her and fuck her-every 
way you know how, every position, every trick your cock has learned. You 
make her come and come, right here, now, tonight, and then you'll have what 
you started out to get, and you'll be able to quit. Both of you." 

She clung to him and swiveled her hips. Her pussy juiced up immediately, 
becoming satiny slick, wetter than he'd ever felt it get before. 

He moaned softly and held her buttocks in his hands. They weaved and rocked 
together and nearly fell over, and he waddle them, still joined, over to the 
wall. 

Liz looked up at him soulfully and picked herself up and wrapped her thighs 
around his waist. Her butt filled his hands, and her back was supported by 
the wall. 

"God, honey-fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck me hard and strong. Give me the 
last of that stiff, young prick of yours and fill my pussy with something to 
remember always." 

"Liz, I ought-I ought to hold it for Kathy," he gasped, feeling her bottom 
sway in his hands and bump against him and move around his thrusting prick 
with oiled motions. 

"No, honey-get rid of it. Remember the first time? How I had to take the 
edge off you by sucking your prick and drinking all your hot cream?" 

"I'll never forget it, Liz," he moaned, driving his cock into her open, 
weaving body. 

"It's got to be like that now. Give yourself every chance you can, Tom. Dump 
your load into me and then go get her and fuck her until she comes first. 
I'll help you. We'll all help you. She's afraid, Tom, that's all. Afraid it 
will still be all botched if it's just the two of you. She has to be led 
into trusting you, I've seen it that way before." 

"Then I've already botched it," he gasped, unable to keep his hips still and 
his prick from bucking heatedly in her wonderful pussy. "Just before we came 
here. It wasn't any good. It was the same old thing, except that I didn't 
have to come right away. I could have held it, but there wasn't any point. 
She wasn't going to give." 

"I know what you're saying, Tom. She'll give this time. Don't worry about 
how it's been. Think of how it's going to be, instead." 

He smiled down at her until she smiled back and gave him an extra twitch 
with her smoothly weaving body. He pressed forward and flattened her pointed 
tits. He kissed her hungrily, and she lifted her face to him and opened her 
lips and sucked on his probing tongue. 

Tom hadn't felt so involved, so fully, emotionally enmeshed in a long, long 
time. This wasn't just a piece of ass he was fucking. This was a woman, full 
and giving and warm, and there was nothing to compare the feeling 
with-nothing else in the whole world. 

He'd forgotten what it was like. He used to feel that way with Kathy, but 
that was a long time ago, back when they were still swooning under the first 
blush of love. He didn't know how they could recapture it again, but he 
wanted to try. 

"Liz," he gasped. "Liz, Liz, I'm going to come. Are you ready to come with 
me ? " 

"Oh, you wonderful boob, I've been waiting since the moment I put it in me. 
God, yes, I'm ready. Tom? Tom, make it last. Make it be worth all this, 
Tom?" 

She gasped and clung to him. Her ass rode in his palms and weaved back and 
forth. Her widespread pussy sucked and slobbered lovingly around his root 
and pulled him deeply into her body. She was smearing his belly with her 
juices, riding against his pubic bone, mashing her tits against his strong, 
young chest, and then she stopped all motion and hung on his prick and 
spasmed mightily, sucking and pulling, drawing his fluid up, emptying his 
balls for him. 

Tom didn't roar this time. There would have been something cheapening about 
roaring like a stallion. He mashed his lips against hers and groaned 
heatedly into her mouth instead so that the intensity and the meaning behind 
their sweeping, spasming orgasm would be hidden from the others, a secret 
between them. 

He remembered then. It would be that way with Kathy again. Just like that. 
Sperm flowing into her body, his prick wanting to fly apart in her cunt with 
the joys she was giving him, his boring thrust giving her that joy right 
back. That was the way it was going to be between them again, and his heart 
soared with the knowledge of it. 

He held Liz in his hands for a long moment afterwards. They didn't move, and 
they didn't speak. They pressed together in a lingering caress until they 
knew it had to end. 

He let her down to the floor again. His prick came out, wet and still full. 
The two of them looked at Arthur and Kathy again and could tell that neither 
of them had come yet. 

"Now," Liz said. "Go get her now. I'll handle Arthur." 

May's head was reeling when she put the book down. It was so blatant. It 
wasn't what she'd been led to expect from literature-just as Alex's behavior 
wasn't what she'd been led to expect from marriage. 

She felt drained, worn out. The book gave her a new perspective. A shocking 
one. Perhaps, and the thought seemed almost too daring for May, the book was 
a reflection of life as she hadn't suspected it could be. Perhaps the warmth 
of a stiff cock up her forever itchy vagina was all that she could ever 
really get out of a life full of disappointments. 

Automatically, without thought, May's hand clutched under her robe at her 
wet, hairy pussy. She distinctly remembered scenes from the book that seemed 
to inflame her already sensitive tissue. Her cunt had a funny yearning feel. 
It wanted to be ravaged. It wanted a cock spearing between her tight cunt 
lips, drilling into her twat. 

"No," May moaned. But even as she said it, she knew she was lying. 

She lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Images floated in front 
of her eyes. John and Alex, naked. And beautiful Judy, her tits bouncing 
shyly and her soft, young thighs rubbing together as she stroked her own 
hole with her forefinger. 

Emulating her image of the girl, May put her own finger in her pussy. It 
felt good there. It felt right. She squeezed her thighs together and it 
seemed that she had a huge cock stuffed up her twat. And that was a great 
feeling. She imagined she was being fucked by the disembodied prick, that it 
was sawing in and out, in and out of her twat. 

She was getting hotter and hotter. The slightest movement of her finger in 
her own hole was like a touch of lightening. She was electrified inside. She 
was incandescent. She was glowing like a candle and her own hole was too hot 
for her to touch. 

May squirmed her ass about on the couch and arched her back and rubbed her 
slot against her probing finger. Deeper. Deeper. In her fevered brain all 
she could think about was jamming her finger deeper into the watery depths 
of her crotch. 

May knew now what she had to do... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," May groaned as she squirmed on the couch, her hips 
tilted up to allow her finger unimpeded entrance to her aching vagina. She 
plunged her finger in and out harder and harder. The harder her finger 
thrusts were, though, the greater her desire seemed to build in her body. 

May had to admit it wasn't in her head anymore. Her raging fire was between 
her legs. Her hot box was dictating her movements, not her brain. But May 
was willing to surrender to that if she could get the satisfaction she 
desired. 

As her finger darted in and out between the soft, swollen lips of her 
vagina, she imagined what Alex's cock had looked like the last time she had 
seen it. 

His prick was little and soft when it was resting, which wasn't often. But 
usually it was half hard and at least seven or eight inches long in that 
state. May remembered closing her lips around it and having trouble holding 
it as it swelled and expanded her mouth. 

She could almost taste the flavor it had left behind. It had been salty, 
nutty in flavor. Her tongue had stroked it on top and she remembered the 
grainy feeling of the skin on his cock head. It had sensitized her mouth and 
she pursed her lips, sucking on it as she imagined it. 

She tried to imagine it in her cunt. Filling her. Stretching her open and 
filling her almost completely. She slid her finger in and out and that was a 
good feeling. Masturbating herself, she continued to think about Alex's 
penis. But she could only get halfway there thinking about it. What she 
wanted to was to explode into a thousand parts, to soar on the escaping jet 
of hot semen melding their two bodies together. 

She wanted to be fucked. She didn't want to dream about Alex's cock anymore. 
She didn't have to. Her finger rotated sensually in her own twat, slipping 
in her continuous flow of juice, exciting herself beyond measure. 

Alex didn't love her. She was sure of that. He was just using her, keeping 
her like a favored car. She felt bitter. She didn't want to be used. She 
wanted to be loved. 

In the delirium of her sexual need, she was willing to settle for the next 
best thing at the moment, though. She was willing to be fulfilled. 

May picked up the telephone again. This time she used it. Carefully she 
dialed the number from the telephone book. Her finger shook as she dialed. 
She could smell her pussy juice on her dialing finger and that made her more 
nervous. 

"Hello," she said when it stopped ringing on the other end. "Judy?" 

The answer was low and throaty and a current of excitement ran through May's 
body. She hadn't thought she could do it. And she had. She made the date in 
a few brief sentences on the telephone and then hung up, still in a daze. 
She was going over there! 

Dizzy with a sudden surge of excitement, May called the cab company and 
ordered a taxi, then hurried into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. 

She was just toweling off the last drops of water when the doorbell rang. 
Throwing on a light robe, she hurried to the front door and opened it. 

"Taxi, lady?" the cabby said. His eyes stared at her like he hadn't ever 
seen a woman in a bathrobe before. His tongue sensuously licked his thick 
lips. 

May was surprised at his apparent interest in her. And then she followed his 
gaze down to her body and almost fainted. In the harsh sunlight the nylon 
robe was almost transparent. She could see for herself that she was naked. 
Her tits pressing against the front of the robe showed dark where her 
reddish nipples rubbed against the yellow fabric. Her crotch exposed the 
exact shape of her thighs. Even the outline of her pubic hair was visible. 
May blushed. A heat wave radiated from her face down her neck and across her 
soft breasts. It penetrated even around the roots of her pubic hairs and 
made her pussy lips feel tense and brittle. She felt like glass when she 
moved. 

"Won't you ... come in ... and wait ... while ... I finish dressing?" she 
blurted out. 

"Sure, lady," the cab driver said. "I'd love to." And he stepped inside the 
house. 

May was so flustered she couldn't think straight. However, one thing she'd 
noticed very clearly was that when he'd come in, the cab driver's eyes had 
been centered around her crotch. And the blue serge of his pants in front 
bulged suspiciously outward. 

"Wait ... wait here," May stuttered and then retreated into the bedroom. 

She didn't know what came over her then, but as she was about to close the 
bedroom door she looked in the mirror and realized the cab driver couldn't 
see into the bedroom directly. But there was no question that he could see 
her vanity mirror quite clearly. 

The cab driver didn't look too brutish. His eyes were deep set and piercing. 
They seemed to be a hazel color. And his hair was medium short and black. He 
wore a uniform jacket with the cab company name on it and a stiff, black 
visored cap. May didn't know if it was the naked desire in the man's eyes or 
the huge bulge between his legs that made her do it-but she left the door 
open. 

Standing in front of the mirror, she brushed her hair out with long, slow 
strokes. Each movement of her arm allowed the front of her robe to gap open 
a little more until she was naked all down the front. The swell of her 
breasts was exposed as well as the shiny patch of pubic hair that protected 
her cunt. She thought it was obscene looking, the yellow of the robe acting 
as a frame to the very core of her sexual being. 

From time to time she snuck a glance into the mirror. Each time the cab 
driver was still visible standing in the front room but staring at the 
mirror, his deep set eyes smoldering in his head. The bulge was bigger in 
the front of his trousers. 

She shrugged out of the robe and stood for one brazen moment completely 
naked in front of the mirror. Her tense tits pouted at the glass, her 
nipples were hard and pointed out at it. She couldn't resist the temptation 
to slide her hands down her beautifully curved body, cupping her tits with 
her hands and then gliding both hands across the soft, quivery flesh of her 
lower belly to sink between her soft thighs. 

It was exciting. Exciting enough that she fingered herself then. She ran an 
index finger into her twat, slipping through the hairy portal with 
astonishing ease. It was only then that May realized that she was fully 
excited. Her cunt lips were swollen and her pussy was leaking her juice. She 
was swampy wet inside. And her finger felt tremendous. 

Heat filled her cheeks as she blushed. But she couldn't resist the 
temptation. She knew he was watching, yet she very slowly and deliberately 
began to masturbate herself, tilting her hips up at the mirror as she 
diddled her cunt with her probing finger. 

"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted under her breath as the super feeling began 
surging through her body. Her hips pushed her slot up at her finger. In the 
mirror she watched with rapt fascination as her twat turned up and opened to 
show the pink lining as her finger slid in. It looked beautifully 
lascivious. Her cunt was practically drooling for her own hand to play with 
her pretty snatch. 

She was so enraptured by it that she forgot about the cab driver. 

"Are you all right, lady?" the cab driver asked. He was in the bedroom 
doorway. 

May froze. She wondered how long he had been standing there, watching her 
ass cheeks tightening and growing slack and full, and then pulling up taut 
again as she clamped her cunt lips around her hard working finger. Not that 
it made any real difference. His eyes in the mirror were focused on her 
juicy cunt lips and the cum slick finger she was working in and out of her 
hairy slot. Her cunt was strangely tingly and excited. 

"Can I do something for you?" the cab driver asked insistently. 

"like ... like what?" May replied weakly. She didn't move. 

"Hell, lady. Whatever you want. You call and I come. That's the cab company 
biz for you, if you know what I mean." He chuckled dryly and it started 
goose bumps on May. 

"I hope you realize you're in my bedroom," she said as indignantly as she 
could. 

"Sure. I hope you realize it, too." The cab driver stepped further into the 
room. 

"I'll scream." May stared into the mirror and met his eyes and then they 
both knew she had no intention of screaming no matter what he did. Even 
though he was only inches away from her hot, naked body. She took her hands 
away from her cunt and felt his hands grasp her full, wide hips. They were 
hot and strong and reassuring feeling. 

"Bend over," the cab driver ordered harshly. 

May slowly leaned forward, resting her hands on the low vanity counter. In 
the mirror she watched as the cab driver pulled the zipper on the front of 
his pants. Her hips squirmed under his grasp and he clutched her tighter for 
a moment with one hand. 

His other hand was busy. It pulled the zipper down and then fished around 
inside the front of his pants. Not for long, though. His fingers curled 
around the stiff flesh of his cock and brought it out. And then he had both 
hands on her hips and was holding her still again. 

May gasped. The pecker that the cab driver had unveiled was huge. It must 
have been nine or ten inches long with a shaft so thick it filled his hand. 
The shaft was wound around with blue, gnarled veins. Above the soft collar 
of foreskin, his cockhead was slick and red. It was pulsating with an inner 
life and a pearly drop of opaque fluid gathered on top and reflected the 
light with a sparkle. 

But May was most impressed by the fact that his cock was framed by the soft, 
inner flesh of her own thighs. Resolutely she stared into the mirror at her 
full breasts hanging down and tried to hold back the river of sex juice that 
was flowing in her cunt. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"How do you want it, baby?" the cab driver asked in his rough voice. 

"What ... what do you mean?" May pretended indignation and anger. 

"Okay," the man said. He shifted his hips and May watched in fascination as 
he placed the bulbous head of his pecker against her cunt lips. She moaned a 
little, but her eyes were glued to the glass as she watched his rod split 
her slightly and then start to slide right in. She was so wet her cunt was 
as greasy as a buttered glove. 

"Ooooooo," she moaned. "Ooooooooooo." The sensation was tremendous. 

"You're a hot bitch," the cab driver said in admiration. His hands slid from 
her hips to her full breasts and he started milking them as his cock 
continued to slip endlessly into her twitching snatch. Up, he went, up, 
until his cock was sunk all the way between her swollen cunt lips. His dark 
pubic hair mingled with her lighter hair where he pierced her. 

His fingers played with her nipples and occasionally a reddish tip showed 
through as he squeezed and manipulated them. 

May's attention was glued to the mirror. The steady jabbing of his penis in 
and out of her convulsing cunt lips hypnotized her. It was hard to think 
about anything else. 

Her soft belly was heaving and twitching in unison to the sliding of his 
penis in and out of her gooey tunnel. Her butt heaved forward and back 
without conscious effort on her part, helping ram the penetrating cock into 
her itchy vagina with full force. 

"Uh, huh uh, uh..." May's breath came in short, soft grunts. Sweat gathered 
on her chest and rolled down her hanging tits to gather in huge, transparent 
drops on her distended nipples. It made her breasts seem to be crying. The 
ramming of his cock into her exposed cunt lips was better the harder it was. 
The full pounding force jolted her vagina and uterus and womb like hammer 
blows shattering glass. Her legs spread wider to give him more room. As she 
watched his cock sink into her slot, feeling the simultaneous surge of 
electrical sensation in her crotch, she saw his soft balls flipping up and 
striking her tender clitoris. The dual stimulus made her cry out for more. 

Deeper, harder, faster. 

Her cunt sucked at his retreating prick when it withdrew. His penis was 
shiny wet with her cunt juice. And it was big. It was bigger than when he'd 
shoved it up her twat. It was swollen like a thick sausage and pulsating 
furiously. The tip was a raging red color. 

"Fuck," the cab driver said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Slide that pussy up and down 
my rod. I like it that way. Move your ass. Twist it, baby. Twist it and 
fuck, damn you." 

He was pounding madly in and out of her hard moving cunt. His hands slid 
from her breasts and squeezing her distended nipples, pulling her elastic 
tits until they ached with pleasure, to her round butt which he clenched 
tightly. He pulled her back against him harder and harder, driving his cock 
full bore up her open hole. His pecker was hot. Practically burning it was 
so hot. His cock head was swollen and sensitive against her vaginal tissue. 

The delicate petals of her cunt were still flapping back and forth as his 
pecker slid in and out of her hole. But there was nothing gentle or delicate 
about them. They were swollen and gross. The merest touch electrified them, 
starting wild sensations shooting out to all parts of her body. 

"Fuck me," May cried. Tears leaked from her eyes. The constant friction in 
her cunt hole was driving her crazy. She wanted more of it. 

More. She wanted to be fucked senseless. She was rising on a crest of 
feeling controlled by the steady slide of his wonderful penis in and out of 
her pussy. She thrilled to the wet touch of his hot shaft as it brushed 
against her thighs. She wanted to suck and lick his cock even as it plunged 
recklessly into her hot twat. "Harder," she moaned. "Fuck me harder, you 
bastard. Fuck me!" 

The cab driver tightened his grip on her ass cheeks with his hands and 
plowed as hard as he could into her pink, fleshy cunt. One of his fingers 
rested on her tender anus. As he heaved his body against her upturned 
buttocks, his finger slowly worked into that hole. 

May cried out as it started in. But not for long. It felt good. It seemed to 
press down on her vagina from inside and increase the pleasure she was 
feeling. More and more of his finger fucked into her ass-hole and she pushed 
back with her butt wanting more. 

May's crotch was a wild morass of feeling. The finger in her butt hole was 
turning her on as nothing else ever could. The dual sensation was, to May, 
the ultimate in fucking. She would have fainted, but she didn't want to miss 
a single moment of it. "More," she screamed. She thrust back with her butt, 
hard. Her ass trembled. 

Her scream seemed to energize the cab driver. Wildly he plunged against her, 
his cock searching ever deeper in her sloppy wet cunt. His finger slipped 
crazily into her ass. It burned with pleasure as it plunged full length into 
her rectum and touched her vagina through the thin wall that separated her 
two tunnels. 

"Aaaagh," she groaned. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..." 

She was being consumed by two fires. The movement of his cock and finger 
together was like rubbing two sticks together to get fire. It was literally 
burning her up. May was unable to think or do anything except respond to the 
beautiful feelings that lanced through her. She was getting fuller and 
fuller with the feeling. It was like being a water bag with too much liquid. 
She felt that she was going to explode if even another drop was added. 

"More, more, MORE, MORE!" she screeched out, willing it to happen then. 

The cab driver lurched solidly against her rear and slapped his cock deep up 
her twitching channel and pounded his cockhead against her sensitive womb. 

To May, it was like driving a spike up her cunt with a sledge hammer. The 
mingled pain-pleasure feelings were fantastic and caused her cunt to 
convulse spastically. Her pussy lips swelled and sucked his prick into her. 
Deeper and deeper she pulled his penis into her hot pit. Her sex cauldron 
was bubbling and steaming and he felt it. 

His finger had bored deep into her ass-hole. It was encased in the hot, 
gooey depths of her anal channel and her rectum tightened around it even as 
her cunt muscles clamped down. May was coming. Her body was twitching and 
struggling to swallow him into her. 

The cab driver ground his pelvis tight against her outthrust hips. His cock 
sank into the warm pocket of her vagina and brewed in the boiling liquid of 
her sex tunnel. 

May watched each movement in the mirror. When his hands clutched her 
hanging, sweaty breasts sending super surges of pain-pleasure feelings 
spiraling through her body, it was the key to unlock her inner joy. It felt 
to her as if she was being torn open. The ecstasy was overwhelming. It 
filled her up, the feeling of pleasure spreading from her vagina and rectum 
to the rest of her body. She was light as a feather, floating on the 
tremendous sensations running through her. 

And then the cab driver's moment came as he hurried to catch up with her. 
Her convulsing sex tunnel and cunt lips, the heat of her ass-hole had 
conspired to ignite his own sex organs into action. His cock swelled and 
jerked inside her slot. And then he was pouring out his jism into her in 
shotgun blasts of superheated liquid. 

"I'm commmmmming," he cried out unnecessarily to May as he thrust in her. 

She didn't have to be told. She knew that already with every fiber of her 
being. 

In the mirror she had a perfect view down the line of her body between her 
swollen and lust distended breasts of his cock pumping in her. It seemed to 
swell and subside as each spurt of semen shot into her cunt. Her own juice 
leaked out around her pussy lips and lubricated that part of his penis that 
was outside of her convulsing slot. 

The sensations she underwent were numbing. She felt herself slowly turning 
inside out. Her cunt tingled with incredible feeling. She was filled inside 
and her legs were weak from the force of her orgasm. Her knees didn't feel 
like they would hold her up any more. 

Dropping her head to her hands, hiding her face in the fall of her hair 
across her eyes, May almost wept with a mixture of joy and shame. She had 
never before experienced such total pleasure. Nor such total degradation... 

She couldn't watch as she felt the strange man's penis pulling out of her 
soupy cunt. His finger made her sob softly as he removed it from her 
ass-hole. And then he went away and she heard water running in the bathroom 
as he cleaned himself up. 

"Hey, lady, do you still want a cab?" he asked her from the doorway. 

Weakly, May straightened up. She was faint from the exertion of moments 
before. Her bare breasts still felt prickly and her vaginal lips started to 
revive with the movement. 

"Yes," she said. "Please ... please wait for me in the other room." 

Moving slowly with her hand cupped over her pussy to keep his semen from 
running out, May managed to reach the bathroom where she sat on the toilet 
and douched herself out. Then she took another fast shower and dried off, 
rubbing herself briskly with the towel. The rough terry cloth over her sex 
organs started a warm glow in her body that seemed to start smoldering when 
she sprayed cologne under her arms and between her breasts and on the soft, 
silky mat of pubic hair that covered her sex slit. 

I'm indecent, she thought. I can't be ... horny ... now. Not right after I 
fucked like a mink. It's impossible. It's dirty and lascivious and I won't 
let it happen to me. 

But it was happening and there was very little she could do about it. She 
put on a tight mini-dress that showed off her firm boobs. And she didn't put 
any panties on. She told herself it was because she was too sore. But when 
she sat on her vanity stool and felt her bare skin rubbing against the 
coarse fabric while she put on her make-up, she knew that wasn't the reason. 
She'd been lying to herself ... again. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Do you get many ... calls like mine?" May asked the cab driver as she got 
in. 

He didn't answer immediately. It wasn't until after he had the motor running 
and the flag down that he said, "A few, lady. It happens but I don't count 
on it." 

She gave him Judy's address and they rode in silence for fifteen minutes 
while she studied his taxi driver's card staring back at her from the meter 
box. His eyes in the identification picture were deep-set and penetrating. 
His face was thick and rough. 

"They ought to put a picture of your penis on that card," she said finally. 
"Then you'd get more calls than you could handle." She smiled at him in the 
mirror and realized that if she opened her knees he could look right down 
her skirt at the hole he'd just plundered. 

He laughed. "Not a bad idea, lady. But they'd have to give me a pep pill to 
keep me on the job, then. All I can do right now is try to stay awake. 
You've ruined me for the rest of the day." He laughed again. "Fucking really 
takes it out of a guy. Thanks, but no thanks. Not," he added hastily, "that 
it wasn't terrific. It was. You just did me in." 

May's hesitation about talking to him vanished. The cab driver's candidness 
about what had happened pleased her. There was something reassuring to her 
about her ability to fuck a big, strong man like him into the ground. 
Somewhere she'd heard the phrase "the power of sex," and now she knew what 
it meant. Women didn't have to have muscles and bulk to bring men to their 
knees. Sometimes all it took was a hot box and the will to use it. She 
settled back in the cab seat and opened her knees slightly. She was pleased 
to note a little later than the cab driver, Mr. Stanley Polanski according 
to his identification card, was busily dropping his eyes in the mirror to 
sneak a peek. 

When he delivered her in front of Judy and John's house and she paid him off 
and her hand touched his for a brief instant, Mr. Polanski's eyes dropped to 
her crotch. He stood quite still for the longest moment as if recalling in 
vivid detail the view he'd had up her skirt. After he drove off, May 
wondered if he'd park somewhere and jack off. She hoped not. She had the 
feeling that it would have been a terrible waste and, besides, if he fell 
asleep after he might lose his job. And that she didn't want to happen. 

Judy's face brightened when she opened the door and let May into the house. 
It was the same house where they had had the party. May didn't need a tour. 
So much had happened there that she could never forget it. She smiled at 
Judy. "I was delayed," she said. 

"That's all right, dear," Judy said. She smiled too and her pixie cute face 
brightened the whole house. "It gave me a few minutes extra to pick up 
around the place." 

"I didn't mean to bother you." May gestured helplessly and looked closely at 
Judy for the first time. She seemed so young. Younger even than May. Her 
skin was fresh and vibrant and her eyes sparkled like a girl's. Judy was 
wearing a soft, jersey-like material playsuit that came up from wide pants 
legs to a tight fit around her waist and hips and crotch and developed into 
a skimpy two piece halter that tied behind her neck. 

If Judy hadn't been so firm all over, she could never have worn it. The 
jersey stretched over her flesh like a second skin. Every breath bobbed her 
little, peach-sized breasts with the prominent nipples sticking out. The 
slightest movement of her lower belly was traceable by eye. Even the tight 
crotch seemed to split Judy's puffy twat in half-making what she had to show 
off almost painfully obvious. 

"That's a pretty color," May said, indicating the purple playsuit. 

"Thank you." Judy turned and swirled to show it off. Her breasts bounced 
enticingly as she turned and May was able to see every ripple in the girl's 
loins and butt. It was sexier than if she'd been stark naked. And the 
difference was very slight. There was no doubt that Judy didn't wear any 
underwear. "John picked it out for me," Judy added. 

"I would imagine," May replied. "It really is sexy. It's something else." 

May would have liked to say more. Just staring at the fat bulge on both 
sides of the seam down the middle of Judy's crotch, May was getting turned 
on. She was starting to understand how a beautiful woman could affect a man 
just by dressing for him. She had an insatiable desire to put her hand on 
Judy's crotch and discover if she was right, if the bulges were caused by 
the girl's tender cunt lips swelling up around the material cutting across 
her vaginal opening. It could have been hair, she told herself. 

What she didn't want to admit was that her motive was lust. She was no 
Lesbian, she told herself. And yet looking at Judy's delectable crotch her 
mouth was dry and she wanted to sink her tongue in the girl's snatch. She 
wanted to go muff diving and feel and smell all that beautiful girl flesh 
around her face while she was sucking and licking the girl's beautiful hairy 
pussy. 

She wondered if Judy felt the same way. Or if the girl had had sex with her 
before only at the insistence of her husband. Casually, May moved inside the 
house and sat down on the couch. As she did, she opened her nice, smooth 
knees and legs enough for Judy to see under her short skirt all the way to 
her crotch. And then she was sitting as prettily and primly as if nothing at 
all had happened. 

Judy slid onto the couch alongside of her and half-curled up there. "You 
haven't known my brother very long, have you?" she asked. Her hand gently 
touched May's knee. 

"No," May said, shaking her head. "We hardly knew each other when he 
proposed." 

"Did you ... did you fuck before you were married?" Judy stared intently 
into May's eyes. "I mean, did you let Alex fuck you while you were going 
together?" 

May's heart was trip-hammering away. "No," she said. "I was a virgin!" 
Saying it rid herself of her awful secret. Only she and Alex had known that 
he was the first and only man in her life. And, until the night before, 
she'd been proud of it. But she wasn't sure now. 

Judy's hand tightened on her knee. It felt good there. Sisterly. May covered 
the girl's hand with her own and began to stroke her fingers. "I was an 
innocent," she said. 

"I wondered..." Judy's voice spoke the musing of her mind. "Alex was always 
a cock hound. He fucked anything he could get his prick into. He was ... he 
was my first lover. He's a lot older than me, of course. But when I was 
twelve he was visiting the folks after setting up out here as a lawyer and 
he got the yens for me. And that was it." 

"What do you mean?" May asked. "What was it? What happened." 

"When a grown man seduces a twelve-year-old girl, what do you think happens? 
I fell in love with him. I didn't want to do it. But we were playing tag in 
the house one day when the folks were out. I was just playing. Maybe Alex 
wasn't. But he tackled me on the living room floor and when I fell my skirt 
came up around my waist. Alex, he had his face against my belly and the next 
thing I knew he was licking my twat right through my panties." 

"How awful," May said. It was awful. The mere thought made her cunt seep. 

"I don't know," Judy said. "It was kind of wonderful. I must of come a dozen 
times while he was licking away. I was so weak after a while I didn't even 
feel him take my panties off and start licking up the insides of my thighs. 
He had my butt in his hands and he sort of raised me up. I didn't weigh a 
whole lot then and it was easy for him." 

"And?" May asked. Her hand and Judy's slid down her firm, round thigh. 

"Well, I was wiggling so much he almost couldn't tongue fuck me. I was only 
twelve and I didn't know what it was about. Just that my real old brother 
was doing dirty things with his tongue to my cunt and it felt sooooo good I 
couldn't stop him. Hell, if the folks had come in, I think I would have 
killed them if they interfered." This time Judy slid her hand down May's 
thigh until her fingers were only inches from her naked slot. 

"Finally, I got so tired," Judy continued, "that I stopped wiggling. I just 
didn't have the energy and the tickling had stopped-but it still felt good, 
his hot tongue going around my crotch. I wasn't even ready when he stuck it 
in me. I didn't know what had happened. One minute I felt good and relaxed 
and the next my little cunnie was stuffed full of hot tongue. Alex sure had 
a big tongue. 

"God, I screamed like a banshee. He just shoved that slimy old tongue up my 
twat and it felt like he was tearing me open. At least, for the first few 
seconds. After a while when he started slipping it in and out it really got 
to feeling better. I must have come and come and come. He kept slurping down 
my come juice while I kept climaxing against his face. And when I started 
running down, he slid his tongue around and licked my ass-hole." 

Judy stopped talking and looked at May. Her face was flushed. She was heated 
up just from remembering how it had been. She wiggled her fingers forward 
under May's short skirt and touched her naked pussy. "That was something," 
she said. "Getting tongue fucked and ass tongued for the first time together 
like that. I loved it. I was insane about it. And after that there wasn't 
anything my big brother'd couldn't ask me to do that I wouldn't do. I'd do 
anything for a tongue in my twat and my ass-hole. Anything..." 

May gasped. Judy's fingers had connected with her naked clitoris under her 
short skirt. It felt good. Really good. But not as good as Alex's tongue was 
on his little sister's twat. She said as much and Judy agreed, nodding her 
head when she answered. 

"You bet," Judy said. "There's nothing quite like a good tongue job. Alex 
did it to me for years and years. He'd get the folks to let me visit him 
summers and we'd spend all weekend sucking each other. He loved it and he 
taught me how to be extra good at it." 

"Extra good?" May repeated weakly. "What's the difference between good and 
extra good?" 

"There's only one way to know," Judy said with a smile. "I'll show you." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

May let her young sister-in-law press her back in the sofa. Judy had soft, 
gentle hands that felt good on May's naked skin. Particularly when her 
fingers caressed the slick, wet skin of her pussy. May squirmed in delight 
at the feeling she was receiving. 

Suddenly Judy sat up. "Wait," she said. She got up from the sofa leaving May 
sprawled there, squirming with discontent and unfulfilled expectations. She 
smiled softly as she put a record on the phonograph and danced back to the 
couch to the rhythmic beat of Jam Up And Jelly Tight. 

Jam up and jelly tight, Mama, mama, baby, now you're out of sight. Jam up 
and jelly tight, You look a little naughty, but you're so polite. Jam up and 
jelly tight You don't say you will, but there's a chance that you might. 

Judy danced her way back to the couch, singing along with the record, her 
breasts hobbling sweetly and lasciviously. The way she looked at May with 
her hot eyes it was almost as if the record was made for the two of them. 

I'm not a Lesbian, May protested. But she made no move to get up and get 
away. She just watched Judy coming toward her and felt all gooey inside. 
And, in a way, she got caught up with the pop tune the girl was singing. 
Teenage stuff, she thought. But all the same she felt her insides melt under 
the blast furnace heat of her own emotions. 

Judy stood over the couch, swaying back and forth as she slipped out of the 
skin-tight jersey material. She sang as she eased it down over her breasts 
and hips and slid it down her perfect legs. She sang as she rotated her 
pelvis and passed her swollen pubes in review for May's adoring eyes. 

For a long moment there was a silent communication between the two of them. 
Judy had a nice, soft, throaty voice and it melded nicely with the record as 
she sang, I said the first day that I met you, someday I'm going to get you. 
And then she hummed along and picked up the refrain, You've got a sweet 
disposition, so come on and give me permission... 

Wordlessly, May opened her arms to the dancing girl, and then Judy was on 
top of her, their lips hot on each other's, their arms wrapped around each 
other. May thrilled to the sweet feel of Judy's naked knee sliding up 
between her thighs and rubbing obscenely against her own bare twat. She knew 
her sex juice was bathing the girl's flesh. 

May whimpered and closed her eyes and sank her tongue into Judy's hot mouth 
as the girl's fingers wandered searchingly over her hot, throbbing breasts. 
And then she was feeling the ceaseless movement of her fingers in the tight 
space between their bodies and Judy's educated movements were better than a 
man's as she stroked May's clitoris into rampant life. 

"Suck me," May begged. "Show me how to do it, darling. Please." 

Judy leaned over May, stroking her pulsating twat and her hot nipples and 
brushing kisses over her face. "We'll sixty-nine," she said softly. "You'll 
love that. You can do everything to me that I do you. It'll be fantastic. 
It'll be tremendous. You'll see..." 

Quickly, Judy reversed position and May was staring up into the warm, 
puckered flesh of her sister-in-law's cunt. It was smooth and warm looking. 
But the crack was almost closed. Judy was tight and fresh looking. May 
licked her lips and got ready. 

The first thing she felt was Judy's tongue stroking her own pubic area, 
plowing through her pubic hair and tracing hot paths of saliva over the 
insides of her thighs and across her swollen pubes. "Aaaaah," May sighed and 
then she was ready to reciprocate. 

Eagerly her tongue flicked out and caressed Judy's swollen sex lips. At the 
same time she felt Judy's tongue burrowing into her own tight crack. May did 
as she felt Judy doing to her. Her lips rubbed against the soft, strange 
flesh of Judy's cunt and for the first time she smelled the full flavor of 
her twat. The impact on May was dizzying. 

Judy's sexual aroma seemed to burst one of the dams that filled her 
head-dams that restricted the enjoyment of sexual pleasure to the full. At 
the same moment that she felt Judy's tongue flick out and caress her own 
vaginal lips and slip between them in a sort of sexual French kiss, she did 
the same thing. 

The new feeling, to May, was wonderful. She had experienced the soft, super 
slide of a hot tongue in her twat before. But now, with her own tongue doing 
the same thing in Judy's cock hole, there was a certain rhythm of pleasure. 
She knew when to go faster-and when to slow down. It was as if they were one 
circuit with the same current running through both of them. The hot push and 
pull of one body against the other, the rubbing of their individual tongues 
in each other's squishy cunts was the ultimate in sensual satisfaction. May 
groaned and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go up Judy's quivering 
cunt. 

"Mmmmmphhh," Judy mumbled into May's hot, twitching cunt. She pulled her 
face away and said, "I'm going to come, May. I'm going to come and come and 
come." 

And then her tongue was flicking wildly in and out of May's drooling cunt as 
they sucked each other with reckless abandon. May plunged her tongue eagerly 
into Judy's slit responding to her feverish heat. They were twins, rising on 
the same column of fire. Their stabbing tongues burned two pussies out in a 
simultaneous explosion. 

And then they were both gripped by a bone shattering climax. May felt her 
nose and mouth and tongue sinking into the fantastic fur-lined swamp of 
Judy's crotch. Her own legs wrapped . around the girl's head and she 
threshed wildly around the hot, sucking mouth that played first over her 
clitoris and then the tongue that sank the length of her twat. 

For a long time they lay enmeshed, shuddering with the force of their 
orgasms. 

Finally they moved apart and sat up, huddling against each other. "That was 
... fun," Judy said, carefully picking her words and putting them out 
delicately like china. 

"Yes," May said. She held the younger girl's delicate hand. "I'm not a 
Lesbian." 

"I'm not either." Judy looked at May and her eyes shone with tears. "It's 
something that John makes me do. He-likes it. He loves to degrade me that 
way because he-likes it." 

"And Alex," May said. "I know how it is, darling." She petted Judy's hand. 

"I like you," Judy said. "I like you a whole lot and it's a lot of fun with 
you-but it's just that something is missing. It just isn't enough between 
two women." 

May nodded her head. "What's missing is a cock. A nice, thick, long one." 

"Yes." Judy nodded her head miserably. "And not John or Alex's or one of 
their friends. I'm tired of being a sex toy for them to trade around. It 
isn't right..." 

"You, too," May replied with delight. "How wonderful. I thought..." 

The two young women looked at each other and their faces broke into broad 
grins. "I think you're thinking what I'm thinking," May suddenly said. 

And Judy kissed her for it. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

May was at home when Alex got home from work. She and Judy had agreed how 
they were going to handle it. They were going to go along with their 
husbands-pretend for at least a little while. 

But Alex was practically bleached white when he came in the door and dropped 
his briefcase in the hall. Instead of kissing May, as was his custom, he 
lurched past her and fumbled a bottle out of the dining room bar and poured 
himself a large, stiff drink. 

"What's wrong?" May asked tensely. She was suddenly afraid that Judy had 
told John, that something terrible had happened between the two of them. 

"It's that Millie woman," Alex gasped. He had stopped shaking. "You know, 
the one at the party with the big tits. She was playing around with Ned 
Harmon, one of the men at the last party, and her husband stopped at 
Harmon's office today and shot them both." 

May couldn't repress the sigh of relief. "I thought it was something 
important." 

"Important! What the hell can be more important? Christ, if Harmon's wife 
talks about the parties we're all ruined. It's bad enough that a city cop is 
arrested for shooting a lawyer in the city attorney's office who was 
screwing the guy's wife, but think how much more fun the papers would have 
with news of a sex ring made up of lawyers and judges. I'd be ruined. Just 
pray that Harmon's wife doesn't talk." 

"Well, no more orgies, then?" May asked casually. 

Alex's hand hadn't completely stopped shaking. "Don't sound so disappointed. 
There's still Judy and John. But we've got to be careful. They're hushing 
this ur downtown." Alex poured another drink and the shaking stopped 
completely as he downed it. "Everything," he said reassuringly, "is going to 
be all right. All right." 

Alex kept up his drinking and when May poured him into bed that night he 
wasn't interested in her body. He wasn't interested in anything except 
sleeping with his nightmares. That was all right with May. It fit into her 
and Judy's plans perfectly. If Alex was scared shitless, it didn't mean that 
the two of them should be worried. Not at all. 

After Alex left for the office, May called Judy to see if they were still 
going to do it. Or if they should forget about their plan. She was hesitant. 

"What for?" Judy demanded over the phone. "They've had their fun all along 
so why shouldn't we have ours? Let them worry about it," she said with a 
satisfied voice. 

Indeed, May agreed, let them worry about it all by themselves... 

Hurriedly, she dressed in a tight, stretchy dress that showed off her best 
assets. She had admired the way Judy looked so much the day before that she 
wore a summery double knit beige that clung to her curves like paint. She 
considered panties. But they would have destroyed the effect-and anyway, she 
wanted him panting like a steam engine and there was one sure way of doing 
that. 

For a long time she checked herself in the mirror. The dress stretched 
beautifully over her full breasts. They were perhaps a trifle full to get by 
without a bra-but they didn't really sag. They just made lovely hills of 
quivery flesh topped by thick, blunt nipples that stuck out under the 
material. Looking at them, she couldn't help but think that they were very 
suckable. Judy had sucked on them and proven it... 

Hastily, May tore herself away from her daydreaming. She picked up the 
telephone and called the cab company. 

"That's right," she said, "I want Mr. Polanski to come by for me today 
again. Yes, I know that you don't usually send a specific driver. Yes. But 
he was so nice about my not having enough money and lending me the fare ... 
And I would like to pay it back in person and ... you know ... add a tip. 
He's such a nice man. And I do need a cab so it would be convenient wouldn't 
it ... Yes. Thank you." 

May hung up the phone on the taxi company dispatcher. She smiled. The woman 
had promised to send Polanski. Even if it was against the company rules. All 
she had to do was wait. 

May had been fascinated by the book she was reading and only reluctantly put 
it in her bag when the doorbell rang. She went to the door and smiled when 
she opened it. It was the well-hung cab driver. 

"Hi," he said. His eyes roamed her body boldly. "Ready already. Wouldn't you 
like me to ... wait for you to get ready?" His smile challenged her and 
started a thrill in her twat. 

All the way across town to John and Judy's she resisted the urging by 
Polanski to draw her into a leading conversation. She didn't forget to give 
him an eyeful, however. She let her skirt ride up above her thighs and she 
knew his eyes were focused on the mirror all the way across town trying to 
get a clear look at her hot, eager cunt. 

When they pulled up in front of Judy's, Polanski seemed disappointed. His 
eyes never left her big, lush tits and he looked like, he'd like to rape her 
right there. He pulled down his flag. "That'll be five-twenty-five," he said 
in a disgusted voice. 

May rummaged in her purse. "Oh, dear," she said, all the innocence in her 
voice that she could muster. "I didn't bring any money." She looked at him 
sadly. 

"Well ... well..." Polanski said, "we could go back to your place to pick it 
up. I'll help you look..." 

"That won't be necessary." May got out of the cab. "Come up to the house 
with me and I'll borrow it from my girl friend. If you don't mind." 

"Hell," Polanski growled. "Who am I to mind?" 

May didn't contradict him. She just watched him waddle up to the door, his 
big hard-on getting in his way in the front of his pants. When she knocked, 
Judy answered the door on cue. And dressed the way she'd promised the day 
before. 

The dark-haired girl was wearing a shortie nightgown that was translucent 
and only came to her crotch, barely. Fluffs of black pubic hair popped out 
at May and the cab driver every time she so much as moved. Her neat, creamy 
white thighs showed excitingly from under the light blue hem. 

It wasn't difficult to convince Polanski to go inside. May didn't even have 
to push him. He stepped inside the door and then Judy was down on her knees 
unzipping the front of the cab driver's pants. May pressed her own soft tits 
against him and covered his lips with hers. Her hot tongue drove almost 
instantly into his mouth, raping him in a symbolic way. She rubbed eagerly 
against him and rubbed her hands against his body, unbuttoning his shirt 
while Judy worked on his trousers. It only took a moment. 

Within seconds, they had the cab driver naked. His cock waved practically 
straight up and his fingers were busy groping under May's skirt and stroking 
her naked pussy. 

May was aware that Judy, from her vantage point on her knees, could watch 
his fingers playing in her sex hole. It excited the older girl even more. 
She squirmed. . 

But Judy wasn't just watching Polanski's fingers playing in May's hot box. 
She had unwrapped the cab driver's cock with great care and suddenly she had 
the end in her hot mouth. Polanski stiffened as she felt it slide into her 
mouth. And when he looked down and saw Judy's young, beautiful lips close 
around it, it stiffened even more. 

Judy was really turned on by it. Sucking his pecker was only half of it. She 
was thrilled by the sight of his fingers brushing through May's blonde pubic 
hair. His fingers were only inches away from her nose as they slipped into 
May's squishy cunt and began to spread her slick lips wide open. The aroma 
was exciting to Judy and she even thought about sticking her tongue in her 
friend's twat immediately. But that wasn't what they'd planned. They'd 
thought it out and knew exactly what they were going to do. 

Tenderly, Judy worked her mouth over the soft, sensitive head of Polanski's 
stiff prick. The saliva slick crown throbbed and pulsed in her mouth. She 
ringed it with her lips and stroked it joyfully with her tongue. She even 
played with the opening in the end and suspected that she tasted the old 
flavor of urine that had dried there. 

Slowly she speeded up her movements. Her head bobbed up and down and she 
deliberately stroked the cab driver's virile cock deeper and deeper into her 
throat. She was trying to swallow it. She wanted all of it, every inch. 

A drop of semen gathered at the very top. Her tongue licked it off and she 
savored the flavor. She used her hand to stroke it. Up and down, up and down 
she worked the skin while her lips pulled and sucked at the top. 

She knew that she was getting to him. His hips moved and his fingers in 
May's slit were getting wild. They moved faster and faster, milking her hot 
slit. They squeezed desperately at May's hard little nubbin of flesh that 
was her clitoris. 

Judy was willing to bet May was getting wild. Just wild enough. It felt good 
to be sucking a man's cock, filling her mouth with it. It was better than 
just cunt sucking. 

Her tongue stroked up the thick flesh rod. She even licked her own fingers 
where she held his stiff staff. She cuddled her cheek against his prick and 
when she looked up at Polanski, she tried to make herself look ten years 
old. Some men, she knew, liked that. 

And then, when he was so hot he, was threatening to spurt, she pulled away 
from him. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

At the exact same moment, May pulled away from Polanski. She reached behind 
herself and undid her dress and then pulled it over her head leaving her 
magnificent body just as naked as the cab driver's. She turned and walked 
away from him. She knew he was watching the movement of her rounded ass 
cheeks, the rubbing her of cunt lips together as she walked. Her labia were 
swollen and congested with sexual desire. 

"Wha ... where are you going?" He asked, his mouth open, his prick still 
stiff. 

May ignored him. She and Judy had already decided. Smoothly she lay on her 
back on the living room couch. Judy followed her and got on top in 
sixty-nine position. 

May looked at Polanski. "Come on," she said. "Get with it. Get with it." 

Polanski stood stunned and watched as she lifted her head and began to lick 
Judy's sweet twat. At the same time, Judy was rooting with her tongue in 
May's own furrow. 

"Come on," May said impatiently. "Are you going to come over here and fuck 
this cunt or aren't you?" She punctuated her question by sticking her pink 
tongue hard up Judy's girlish twat and making her squirm her ass like mad. 

Polanski didn't need a whole lot of invitation. He hurried to the couch 
holding his stiff cock from bobbing too wildly with his hand. Quickly he 
dropped to his knees behind Judy's butt and leaned forward. 

It was the moment May had been waiting for. Her tongue flashed up hard and 
hot and stroked the long underside from his bullet-shaped red head to his 
soft balls. 

Polanski groaned and clutched Judy's hips with a hard grip. 

He was frozen there, his fingers wrapped around Judy's tits as May licked 
first the girl's gaping slit and then his throbbing pecker. Back and forth 
her tongue swept, collecting first his semen taste and then her cunt flavor. 
The tastes mingled in her mouth and the more she licked the more she wanted 
to lick. 

May was already riding a cloud of ecstatic feeling. Judy's hot, humid tongue 
was scooping the nectar out of her own sex nest. The girl sucked on her 
clitoris and muff dived deep into her well. She had a big tongue for such a 
small girl and May felt herself impaled again and again on that fleshy 
spear. 

She kept it up until May's crotch was a writhing mass of feeling. She was 
sexually lighted up and her cunt lips were feeling swollen. Then she used 
her hands and guided the end of the cab driver's cock into Judy's waiting 
cunt. 

She wasn't sure at first it was going to fit. Polanski was so big, and Judy 
was so small it seemed impossible. May had warned the girl about the size of 
the cab driver's cock, but that had only made her more determined. She said 
she wanted it. 

But now, at close range, her eyes were only inches away, May didn't see how 
it was possible. The huge, male prick pushed forward into the sex slit of 
the lithe girl and May could see it stretching and stretching until it was 
all the way open. And still there was more cock to force its way between her 
pussy lips. 

May licked it. Her tongue stroked Judy's clitoris and the girl wiggled her 
butt in appreciation, causing Polanski's cock to slip a fraction of an inch 
deeper. Then May's tongue was on the wrinkled flesh of the cab driver's 
cock. Feverishly May licked. Making it slipperier. Her tongue probed at the 
hillocks of flesh displaced by Polanski's cock and Judy groaned, a deep, 
heartfelt sob of pleasure. 

May didn't have to worry about the girl. She was enjoying the penetration of 
the huge cock. 

She raised her own cunt up for Judy's tongue. It was a pallid imitation now 
of what it had been. May wanted that thick, lovely cock crammed all the way 
up her love tunnel too. She needed something more substantial than a tongue, 
no matter how good it was. 

And then Polanski wouldn't hold back. His fingers clenched down on Judy's 
tits, making the girl cry out. He started moving his hips and in the cramped 
space under Judy's spread thighs, May was able to watch his thick pole 
digging in and out of the girl's beautiful twat. In and out. In and out. The 
smooth sliding of his slippery flesh in and out of her cunt was hypnotic and 
erotic. May kept getting hotter and hotter. She couldn't resist licking at 
the joined organs. She sucked at them getting the combined residue of their 
two juices. 

Harder and harder Polanski pounded into Judy's cunt. He was wild. His cock 
swelled bigger and bigger and plunged heavily into her slot with a strong 
slapping sound. 

May knew they were going to come. She was rising with the two of them. Judy 
was pushing back. She was impaling her tender cunt lips as hard as she could 
on his projecting spike. 

"Oh, God," she cried. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee." 

She heaved back and Polanski buried his cock to the hilt in her greedy twat. 
May lifted her head and opened her mouth wide. She swallowed her his balls 
into her mouth and quivered at the excitement of feeling them in her mouth 
as they tightened. Her hot saliva hastened their activity and Polanski was 
roaring and grunting and crying out that he was coming too. 

His balls jerked in May's mouth and then his cock was jerking and spasming 
too. Judy pulled forward as they had agreed she'd do and his prick came out 
of her sex pocket spewing white, hot goo. It splattered across her face and 
then May was sucking the end, drinking it down her spasming throat and she 
felt her own climax rising to a peak. 

As the flow of juice ceased from the cab driver's cock, she stuck her tongue 
in Judy's gaping cunt and began to eat it out, sucking out the mingled, 
runny juices in her ravaged twat. 

Judy moaned and cried out and wiggled her hips while May's tongue probed her 
hole. And then Judy dipped her own head and sucked on May's clitoris and the 
older girl felt her own crotch exploding into a forest fire of passion. 

May clung to Polanski's pecker and stripped it dry in her own throes of 
coming. Droplets of hot semen shot out and struck her breasts and face and 
finished bathing her in his hot come. 

Judy had shifted the focus of her attack. Her tongue had slid out of May's 
slit and around to her sensitive ass-hole. 

"Ahhhhhhmmmmmm," May groaned, cramming her mouth with Polanski's limpid cock 
as she felt Judy's tongue slipping into her rear hole. It was too much for 
her to stand. She sucked and sucked feverishly until Polanski was begging 
her to stop. She was rising in a pillar of smoke, happy that she had come 
with her friends as her climax tied her cunt in knots and her ass-hole 
writhed around Judy's tongue. 

May laid back, finally, and Judy collapsed on top of her. Polanski sat 
disjointed on the couch. 

"Jesus, what did you do to me?" Polanski groaned. 

May and Judy sorted themselves out and sat up on the couch and Polanski, 
despite himself, felt his pecker getting hard again. They were both a pair 
of naked beauties and they both wore a satisfied, just-fucked look that 
turned him on. 

"Now," May said, "we're going to do it again with Judy on the bottom this 
time." She stroked Polanski's cock and looked directly at him and said 
sweetly, "except this time you stick it in my ass-hole and really ream me 
out. 

Okay?" 

Polanski nodded dumbly. Amazingly, his cock was already up nice and hard. He 
wanted to rest. He wanted to take a nap and have a beer. But there was no 
denying that the thing he wanted most right then was to fuck May in her 
little, tight ass-hole while the other girl sucked on his cock and balls and 
licked May's cunt. 

That was what he wanted and that was what he was going to do if the flesh 
held out. The spirit was willing, for sure. 

He got to his knees behind May's soft, white butt and looked down at Judy's 
smiling mouth as it came up and stroked his cock. And then, when it was hard 
enough, he punched it into May's tight, clasping ass-hole and tried to fuck 
it off ... with help.... 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

After Polanski was gone May and Judy showered together and then crawled into 
bed together. 

"He didn't last long," Judy said disappointedly. "I mean, he only came three 
times." 

"Men aren't really very strong, sexually," May pointed out. 

They played with each other's naked bodies under the covers, but they felt 
too well fucked for that to turn them on. At least at that moment. They both 
silently agreed that whatever they did, it would be more fun with men. 

May waited a long time after they stopped talking. Then she said, "I bought 
a book today." 

"That's nice." Judy didn't seem awfully interested. 

"It's all about becoming a prostitute. I thought..." May left the sentence 
unfinished. "Us?" 

May nodded. "Us. Maybe just once or twice." 

"I don't know if I can do it." Judy had a dubious tone in her voice. 

Wordlessly, May fished the book out of her bag and passed it to Judy. Then 
she was very quiet as she read the passage the girl picked over her 
shoulder. 

"Now, Mary, we have to make a decision on your, uh, application. Girls just 
don't walk in here and go to work. You have to show us some, uh, 
references." His voice seemed almost to change, deepening at the prospect of 
what was surely to come. 

This time there was no pretense, no need for it. Mary knew what she was, he 
had said it in so many words ... a professional. A whore! , She reached in 
back and unfastened the clasp of her expensive dress. 

"You catch on fast, Mary ... let's see what you've got. We only deal in the 
best." 

Mary tried to manage a smile but her lips were trembling so much that it was 
only a crooked grin of shame and humiliation. She eased the zipper down 
to-the small of her smooth unblemished back and slipped the dress from one 
shoulder. 

"Here, love ... let me help you with that," Al chuckled, pulling the fabric 
of her dress down her upper arm as she blushed in embarrassment. A quick 
final tug and it was free of her arm, and her right breast peeked from 
beneath the silken garment, her nipple crinkly and soft with fear as the men 
watched her silently. 

She pulled the other side down as well, clutching the dress to her breasts 
in a futile gesture of fading modesty. 

"Now, now ... let's see it all. You haven't got a thing we haven't all seen 
a thousand times. It's merely business with us, Mary." Al took the front of 
her dress and pulled it gently but firmly from her hands and lowered it to 
her waist. 

Her breasts stood proud and firm, high on her naked torso, her soft nipples 
hardening under the cold cruel gaze of the men who were seated around her. 

"Nice tits," one of the men spoke finally. "Come over here, baby." She moved 
closer to him without protest, for he was one of the hard-looking ones she 
suspected of being dangerous. He squeezed her left breast until she grimaced 
from the pain. 

"Good and firm ... I always liked that in a broad. Can't stand squishy tits. 
Go ahead, honey, let's see the rest ... the snatch is pretty important too." 

Mary felt her cheeks flood with reddish color as her humiliation reached a 
climax of anguish and shame, but she knew she teas committed ... she had to 
go on and see this through to its finality, whatever the outcome. 

Trembling, she pushed her crumpled dress over her slender girlish hips and 
along the smooth tapered stems of her legs to the floor. She stepped out of 
it and laid it over the back of a nearby chair. 

She was naked now to the waist, her skin tingling with shame and 
embarrassment, with just her panty hose and tiny blue panties left. She did 
not try to conceal her breasts from their eyes now; there seemed little need 
for it, and her mind was still trying to deal with what the coarse-looking 
one had said. It was a left-handed compliment, at best, but she knew she was 
exciting these men, these flesh-dealers who had seen a thousand naked girls 
like her. And she had to admit, in all truthfulness, that it excited her as 
well! She could feel it in the atmosphere, as if their body heat had raised 
the temperature and clouded the room with the vaporous mists of their 
passion! 

"Let me help you again," Al volunteered, and when she glanced down, she saw 
the bulge along the inside of his trousers, the huge swelling that betrayed 
his cool exterior. He had a hard-on! 

His fingers twisted into the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and he 
stripped them down her legs like an extra skin, leaving just her sheer 
baby-blue undies. Her flesh tingled with goose-bumps as she felt the heat of 
the men's eyes on her near-nakedness. 

"Now the panties," Al said anxiously, his eyes wide and white with expectant 
passion. He grabbed them and yanked them down in one vicious jerk. 

"Take it easy!" Mary blurted. "They were four dollars a pair!" 

There was a ripple of laughter from the men, and Mary felt even more 
embarrassed at her silly remark. But now she was utterly and completely 
naked, her arms folded carelessly across her breasts for lack of a better 
place to put them. There was no way to cover the sparse wispy fluff of her 
pubic vee, but she wasn't certain she would if she could ... it was 
strangely and wickedly exciting having these obviously rich and important 
men look at her this Way. She was getting a foretaste of what working for Al 
would be like ... and she wasn't sure but that it might be really enjoyable! 

"Bend over that chair-arm, honey," he grinned, his eyes not on her face but 
on the voluptuous swell of her lusciously-formed tits. "Let's get a look at 
the box." 

Mary obeyed, the blush of shame again in her cheeks. She leaned over the arm 
and rested her hands on the opposite arm; her breasts dangled over the side 
and nearly brushed the overstuffed cushion. She felt indescribably 
vulnerable and humiliated, her naked buttocks stuck out for everyone to see. 
She felt the rush of chilling air between her thighs as the night breeze 
tickled the pink pouting lips of her pussy ... until he touched her there 
and the coolness was replaced with the heat of his eager fingers! 

"Ooooohhhh!" she murmured shamefully as his fingers hotly probed between the 
lips of her vagina. There was a mumble of approval from the others. 

"Nice and tight," Al volunteered as his fingers slipped stiffly into the 
clasping warmth of her vaginal tunnel. She was already moist and hot down 
there and she was ashamed for him to know it, but it was too late for that 
kind of worry now. 

"Lou ... you want to do the honors. Let's welcome Mary into the 
organization." 

Mary, in all innocence, started to stand up, but Al pushed her down again. 

"Just sit tight, baby ... we've just started! The best is yet to come!" 

Mary heard someone's zipper open and the rustled sound of fine material 
being removed from hairy, muscled legs. When she dared to glance over her 
shoulder, Lou was right behind her ... his cock in his meaty fist! 

"Please, not like this, p-please!" she whimpered in shame in spite of 
herself, but she was not to suffer this anxious fearfulness for long. 

"I'll spread 'em for you, Lou. Nice, huh?" the attorney said and Mary 
cringed as he pulled apart the soft pliant cheeks of her bottom in lewd 
invitation. A rush of cool air surged between them, followed by the 
insistent prodding of his cock's bulbous purplish head ... and then he 
entered her with a lunging thrust that took the breath from her lungs. 

"Unnnggghhh! Damn, damn ... it hurts! Take it easy with your big cock, 
you're hurting me!" she mewled tearfully, but he was like a bull with a load 
of Spanish fly. 

She felt his hands grip her hips and he began to fuck her with deep, punish 
strokes that seared her cuntal flesh like a red-hot poker. Deep, hard 
thrusts that speared all the way into her belly. He made no attempt to hold 
back his onrushing orgasm, for it was obvious how he felt about the young 
blonde ... she was just a tight, clasping receptacle for his cum, one step 
up the ladder from jacking-off! 

Mary could hear him muttering under his breath, vile Italian-sounding curses 
that sickened her with their undisguised hatred and disgust. Never had she 
felt so humiliated, so much a slut, just something for their entertainment. 
And when he came, the others laughed and jeered, adding immeasurably to her 
degradation as his fleshy, uncircumcised cock spurted its vile, seething 
load into her quivering belly. 

He pulled it out with an anxious squishing noise, but there was another man 
to replace him ... they were all going to fuck her! She was going to be 
gang-banged by this man and his friends! 

This one was younger and hung with a cock on him like one of those Cuban 
dancers she had heard about from old pre-revolution Havana. There was a 
round of good-natured joking and a long, low appreciative whistle as he took 
his pants off and gripped the huge penis like the boom of a small sailing 
dinghy. 

"Careful, Anton ... you'll ruin her for anyone else!" 

"She'll never be happy with another man when she's had the best!" he taunted 
coarsely. 

Mary cowered helplessly and her naked behind cringed as she felt the huge, 
mushroom-shaped knob at the head of his immense erection push its way 
between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. 

"You put it in, Mary ... show me how you'll do it if we put you to work. We 
can't have any half-ass work with the kind of clients we send to Al!" 

Mary was like a robot, desensitized to their jeers and their vile, coarse 
language now. She heard and she obeyed ... and that was all that entered her 
mind. She was like a sex-slave from some medieval harem ... theirs to use or 
abuse, theirs to fuck and enjoy until they had their fill of her, until her 
belly sloshed thickly with their mingled jism! 

She reached back for it and gasped in astonishment as she discovered her 
fingers wouldn't close around its hugely thick circumference ... it was as 
big around as her wrist! 

"C'mon, I'm getting tired of waiting, honey. Slip it in and let's see if 
you're really as tight as Al says." 

"Anton, any woman is tight with your dong up her twat!" someone shouted and 
the others roared their approval, though Mary suspected there was more 
jealous envy than good-natured kidding. 

His entry could not have hurt her more had he shoved his whole, well-muscled 
forearm up her cunt; she gasped and a scream lodged in her throat and 
finally escaped her lips as a gurgling moan of unbelievable anguish. 

He seemed to fuck her forever, again and again, until the room swam around 
her and the voices of the men blurred together as one. She fought the urges 
that his virile erection spawned in her loins at first, but soon there was 
no way of suppressing them ... she was going out of her mind with wanton 
lust! 

"Aaawww, yes, yes ... Goddamn, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she blurted 
finally, her eyes clenched shut and her face masked with shame and 
revulsion. Her body had betrayed her-again-and she was now a slave to her 
naked, ravenous passion! 

She ground back against him, her teeth biting hurtfully into her lower lip. 
Suddenly someone lifted her head ... it was Al! He crawled onto the opposite 
arm of the chair, lifting her face until the cords in her neck stood out and 
then, and only then, did she realize he was naked from the waist! When he 
dropped her head, it had to fall on his lap ... and her face crushed against 
the thick, blue-veined hardness of his prick! 

"I like it this way, Mary ... let's see if you can suck cock. A lot of your 
clients will want it from you, and you've got to be good. A lot of tonguing 
and licking. Hurry it up, let's see those lips working!" 

Blindly obedient now, she opened her lips and her face sank to his hair 
pelvis, cramming his cock against the back of her throat with such 
incredible force that she gagged and couldn't breathe until he lifted her 
head again, this time by the hair. 

"Suck it, baby ... suck it real nice and I'll put your sweet ass to work 
tomorrow! You'll be driving a new car by next month this time ... suck it!" 

Mary ovaled her lips around the vile turgid thickness of his cock and began 
to lick it frantically, as she had learned by now to do. She heard him moan 
in pleasure and she licked and sucked harder, swirling her tongue around his 
rigidity and teasing the tiny gland with her tongue tip as Anton thrust 
hotly into her pussy from behind in deep, punishing strokes that speared 
into her belly. 

She knew she had to impress them, that she had to do her best ... or the job 
might not be hers. She began to caress Al's bloated balls with her 
fingertips, lightly trailing her nails over them and milking them lovingly 
as she ground her naked buttocks back lasciviously onto Anton's skewering, 
wrist-thick cock. 

The other men had left their seats, eager for a better look, and they 
watched in stunned silence as her pussylips began to ravenously nibble at 
the thick, blood-swollen shaft of his glistening cock as it slipped in and 
out of her vagina. 

They could see the pink moist flesh of her twat being pulled from her cunt, 
clinging hotly to the thick pole of his erection, then being stuffed 
punishingly back into the love-sheath of her pussy. 

Suddenly, she began to moan around the gagging thick knob of Al's cock, a 
low whining moan that started as almost a whisper and swelled into a 
screaming gasp of rousing ecstasy as her body bucked and writhed in fervent 
passion. 

She ground her ass back frantically, wriggling it around in circles about 
the cudgel-like thickness of the man's erection; he felt her pussy flower 
hotly around his cock and her love juices flooded him and dribbled down her 
quivering thighs in lurid streams of girly-cum! 

"Unnghh! Y-yes ... harder, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she blurted around his 
cock, then buried her face in his pubic hair and. sucked like her life 
depended on it, gulping and milking his prick with the muscles of her 
ravished throat. 

They came almost as one, Anton first, his huge cock like an unleashed fire 
hose up her twat, spurt after spurt of rich, viscous cum that sloshed hotly 
into her belly and warmed her like a fresh-cooked meal. 

Al was right behind him, his passion triggered by the sight of the big man 
emptying his load in the young blonde's naked cunt. 

"Aaaahhhh!" he sighed as his prick shot its white-hot sperm down her throat 
in wave after wave of lust-quenching jism. She swallowed it all, gagging and 
choking, but not a drop spilled from her ovaled lips, and when he withdrew 
his prick from her lips, she licked it lovingly, cradling it in her hands. 

He waited until she looked up at him, her tear-stained eyes reddened, but a 
thin smile on her lips. 

"You got the job, baby ... you got it made." 

Judy looked at May. "That's nothing," she said. "I could do that." 

"Me too," May said. "Together. As a team. I wouldn't want to do it alone." 

"What about our husbands?" Judy looked worried. 

"What about them?" May asked. "Even if we get caught, they'll have to get us 
off. Alex and John couldn't afford to have us tell on them. Alex was sick 
last night about Harmon. He was scared shitless." 

"Will we tell them?" Judy giggled. 

May smiled. "You can bet your little cunt," she said. "Whatever we become, I 
think we can say we owed it all to them..." 


THE END
