Stag Film Blackmailers
by Victor Jackson


CHAPTER ONE 

"Delia, I'm off," Paul Webber called from the front door. 

"Paul, what time will you...." she began, but her question was cut off in 
mid air as she heard the front door slam, and moments later, the engine of 
the car. He hadn't even told her when he'd return! The creep! He had no 
consideration for her; he just didn't give a damn about anyone but himself. 

Flushed with anger, mingled with self-pity, Delia, with an effort of will, 
raised herself to a sitting position, and tossed her long blonde hair back 
over her graceful tanned shoulders. The sunlight streaming into the bedroom 
dappled her smooth, lithe body, warming the soft sensual flesh, but did 
nothing to warm the chilled core of her abused ego. Dejectedly, she made her 
way into the bathroom, and began to run the water for a warm bath. A long 
soak in the tub usually revived her spirits and made her feel much better 
and she hoped that the soothing heat of the warm soapy water would do its 
usual act of mercy on her this morning. She certainly needed it, she 
reflected ruefully, as she stared at her reflection in the full length 
mirror. 

Only her lovely oval face reflected the brooding unhappiness that was 
gnawing away inside her, and Delia could see that her turquoise eyes were 
anxious and troubled. The ravishing blonde examined the svelte curves of her 
lushly rounded body carefully as if she hoped to find some evidence of the 
indifferent fucking that she had just experienced, but her soft silky skin 
revealed nothing of her torment. Her full, upswept breasts quivered proudly 
under her own gaze, the nipples petal-pink and erect, and the satiny sweep 
of her shapely hips was as voluptuous and enticing as ever. Staring at her 
own beautiful curvaceous body, she knew that it looked as if she was made 
for love, to be caressed and fondled ... only ... only, Paul didn't care! 
Tears dimmed her eyes as she turned angrily away from the mirror, and 
testing the bath water, she carefully stepped into the tub and sank down 
gratefully into its enveloping warmth. 

Blissfully, Delia closed her eyes and leaned back, allowing the warm suds to 
come up over her breasts as she inhaled the delicate aroma of the lavender 
bath oil she had sprinkled in the water. The redolent steam infused her 
flesh and seemed to penetrate beneath the surface and loosen the tightened 
knots of anxiety which snarled her lovely body. 

"mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... ," she sighed aloud as she wriggled down further into the 
warm scented water. It was ecstasy, relaxing like this, forgetting about 
everything, forgetting what a bastard her husband was.... 

Suddenly the remembrance of Paul's name brought flooding back her fears and 
resentments about her husband's behavior. He was so radically changed, a 
different man from the kind, loving man she'd married six years ago. The 
events of the early morning shattered her consciousness like a bad movie 
being forced upon her. 

"Stop it, Paul ... you're hurting me!" Delia pleaded as she trembled 
uncomfortably under the strong compulsive probing of her husband's fingers 
into her soft voluptuous shoulders. Her tall, lissome body was stretched 
across the big king-sized bed, her knees splayed widely apart, her lovely 
golden-tanned flesh tightly compressed under her husband's powerful muscular 
frame. Her eyes wandered in fitful distraction over the sun-mottled walls of 
the bedroom, then closed tightly in anguish as Paul again drove his huge 
desire-hardened cock far up into her tight, futilely resisting belly. 

Paul, oblivious to his wife's tortured pleading, slid his hands under her 
round satiny buttocks, his fingers gripping the sensitively squirming flesh, 
pulling her wide-stretched vagina up to meet the smashing thrusts of his 
lust-maddened loins. 

"Come on...." he grunted harshly, "shake your ass ... fuck back ... come 
on!" Unfeelingly, his massive frame bucked and rocked in coldly increasing 
tempo against her unmoving body. 

Trying to get some small measure of pleasure from his crude impersonal 
fucking, she inched her long, slender legs further apart, resigning herself 
helplessly to the intense anger she felt. The young wife was still only 
half-awake and desperately wanted to sink back to sleep, to cover herself 
with the soothing protective layer of unconsciousness. 

The morning sun falling brilliantly on their two naked bodies gave the room 
a sensual atmosphere that contrasted mockingly with the selfish fucking that 
Delia's husband was ramming into her. She tried to force herself to respond; 
tried to show that she was glad he was finally making love to her again 
after so many weeks, but she just couldn't. She just lay there under his 
humping body, a victim of his insistent self-satisfying sexual demands. She 
coudn't bring herself to feel anything; her brain and body were numb and she 
was resigned to accepting the treatment he was forcing on her. Instead of 
pleasure she felt only repugnance as his hands roamed over her cringing 
flesh; instead of joyous acceptance, she felt only disgust and rage as his 
thick blood-hardened penis rammed far up into her tight dry cuntal passage; 
his hard, grinding kiss evoked only revulsion in her. She couldn't help her 
feelings ... lovemaking to her was a gentle, tender caring act, not his 
brutal, unfeeling fucking ... yes it was fucking! There was no way this 
sweaty humping could be construed as lovemaking! 

Her mind flinched from the knowledge just as her flesh cringed from the lewd 
act, and tears of rage sprung to her turquoise eyes as she recalled how she 
had longed for her husband to make love to her again. How loving she'd be 
... how responsive ... but instead, he'd reached for her crudely this 
morning, after telling her casually that he was already late for work so 
would only take a few minutes to relieve himself! Even his choice of words 
boggled her mind! Relieve himself-he'd said! Didn't she count for anything? 

I hate him. It isn't fair! He's forgotten I'm a human being! Her brain 
became a boiling cauldron of hostility. She just couldn't tolerate this 
inhuman rutting, the almost brutish thrust of her husband's thick 
lust-engorged penis into her unwilling depths, the deep animal-like grunts 
that escaped from somewhere in his chest as he pumped lasciviously in and 
out of her defenseless little belly. Her confusion-wracked brain was 
strangely detached from her unfeeling body and as she lay there, she was 
taunted by images of how she must appear, with her legs lewdly splayed, 
naked and flat on her backside, an object to be used by her husband at his 
whim. The thought made her face crimson with shame and she had to bite her 
lip to stop herself from crying out with bitterness and hostility. Random 
pictures flicked cruelly through her dazed brain ... of herself and Paul 
together, Paul always tender, loving, always smiling with happiness, proud 
of his beautiful wife ... what had happened to the once happy couple? 
Racking inaudible sobs convulsed her body. What had happened to change Paul 
from a loving husband into this lust-maddened male who cared for nothing but 
his own pleasure? There seemed to be no spark of affection from him in this 
debasing act ... he was using her as if she was a receptacle ... a garbage 
can! 

The lewd, wet smacking sounds of her husband's body as it slapped against 
her perspiration-coated loins drummed an insistent rhythm in the back of 
Delia's consciousness and new disgust welled up inside her. She found the 
entire act repulsive now ... something to be got over with quickly! She 
didn't always feel this way, she thought bitterly. The memory of how she 
used to welcome her husband's embraces, his attentions with embracing desire 
stung her achingly, and she filled once again with bruising, hopeless 
futility. There was nothing she could do to rekindle her husband's love . 
... it was too late ... things had gone too far! 

Dimly through her veil of bitterness and misery, she was aware of the 
quickening tempo of Paul's harsh, lascivious pounding, and she recognized 
with a pang of relief what that he was on the point of orgasm. 

Paul's fingers tightened like claws in the softly quivering flesh of her 
shoulders, and the heavy weighted sac of his sperm-laden scrotum slapped 
lewdly against the upraised crevice of her widespread backside. And then, 
his back arched suddenly, and he hovered for a split second above her 
trembling body before...." 

"Jesus! ... oh, Christ ... I'm ... aaaaaahhhhhhh ... 
cummmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggg!" He cried out suddenly, his voice 
unrecognizable in its passion, and then he began to slam with quick 
body-convulsing spasms against Delia's shame-frozen body, and she felt the 
first white-hot rush of his scalding sperm as it gushed into the widely 
stretched passage of her moistly throbbing cunt. Her soft velvety thighs 
were swept aside in a flesh-splitting thrust as he continued to pump the 
seething liquid into her sorely abused depths, the hot white fluid searing 
the inner membrane as it rushed into the secret crevices of her helplessly 
rippling belly. At last, with a grunt, he emptied the last of his heated cum 
into her openly spread vagina, and slipped, panting and gasping, from her 
warm scented body, the now-limp flesh of his inert cock curled like a 
sleeping worm against his thigh. Relief coursed over Delia as she lay there, 
and she hardly dared open her eyes until she heard the spray of the shower 
and knew that Paul was in the bathroom. 

The madonna-like blonde felt utterly exhausted, as if she had just undergone 
an extremely taxing day instead of just beginning it. Her long silky thighs 
were still widely spread but she just couldn't make the effort to close 
them, or to cover her nakedness with the sheet. She was catatonic! Her 
reeling brain dazedly tried to grasp some shred of reality that might be 
comforting or pleasurable but she could think of nothing but the fact that 
Paul had changed! He was so completely altered, a different man from the 
handsome, adoring man she'd wed. 

Delia just couldn't figure it out. But there was something amiss, and it was 
evident in the marked decrease in their sex life. When they were first 
married, she reflected, it seemed they could hardly wait to be alone so that 
they could make love, and Paul was so considerate, so attentive to what she 
needed and wanted in order for the act to be a satisfying one for her. He 
couldn't wait at night to pet and stroke her, to gently caress her breasts, 
titillate her nipples until she almost cried out from exquisite pleasure. He 
used to stroke and touch her pussy too, eliciting secret thrills of ecstasy 
in her, making her quiver from head to toe, preparing her for the entry of 
his already fully erect prick. And the beautiful responsive young blonde was 
always dying for it, too, hardly able to wait until he guided the hard 
mushroom shaped head towards the opening to her willing body, holding her 
breath until she felt the first intoxicating nudging of his hard masculine 
flesh against her fragile feminine genitals.... 

The water felt cold, Delia realized with a start. The flashback she had had 
to the morning's events had made her forget where she was. Unconsciously, 
she shivered in the bathtub, her brain fermenting with the overwhelming 
memories of Paul and how wonderfully he used to fulfill her. What had 
changed him from the almost perfectly considerate lover to the blunt, crude, 
demanding husband he now was? Delia tried to wrack her brains to find out 
what had changed him. Was it something she had done? It seemed to her that 
the major change had come about only in the last month or so but she 
couldn't recall any incident that might have sparked the change. 

Then, she remembered. Of course, several weeks ago after that star-studded 
cocktail party that they had both attended Paul had attempted to kiss her 
down there, between her cuntal lips, like he used to try when they were 
first married, but she had stopped him. She knew that he was more than a 
little drunk at the time and that was the reason why he had been so bold. 
But she could never allow him to do such a disgusting thing even if they 
were married. The very thought of it made her shudder! Why, the mere act was 
perverted, but she didn't think that Paul held her refusal against her. No, 
there had to be another reason for his strange behavior. 

I don't think I've changed too much, she mused to herself, as she idly 
soaped her long slender legs. She knew that in fact her looks had improved 
over the years of marriage. But that fact was not a satisfying one, as far 
as she was concerned. She was vaguely aware that she had been much happier 
during the early years of married life, more fulfilled. She hated to admit 
it, but it was true that she got more satisfaction out of making love the 
first year she was married than she got now, and she couldn't help wondering 
about it. She couldn't deny that lately, even before the definite change in 
her husband's behavior, sex was a mere duty for her. She tried to be more 
responsive, more alive to her husband's touch, but she just couldn't. She 
hated the thought of that part of their marriage being less than perfect, 
when she so desperately wanted to be a good wife, and indeed, prided herself 
on it. Of late, a gnawing emptiness seemed to pervade her being and her 
everyday activities were colored by the feeling which she could only 
describe as frustration ... sexual frustration. It irked her to have to 
admit to such a feeling, but it was obvious that that was what was bothering 
her. 

In fact, this very second she felt the familiar twinge of longing throbbing 
deep in the pit of her stomach as memories of the long, tender hours of 
deep, satisfying lovemaking from the early days of their marriage came back 
as if to taunt her with comparisons to her present miserable state. It was 
unbelievable how now, the act was just a vacant empty one, how she only 
wished for it to be over, instead of wishing, as she used to, for it to go 
on forever. 

What am I going to do, she asked herself stretching out again in her warmed 
up tub, aware for the first time that the palm of her right hand was clamped 
against the damply curling mound of her vagina. Delia hadn't been aware of 
the action, and now she stared at her own hand, realizing with a strange 
quivering feeling, that it felt good there, a sort of protective glove for 
her tender secret area. There was a warm twitching deep in her loins, and 
involuntarily, she spread her soapy legs and allowed her fingers to slip 
down between the smooth wet thighs. She jerked back slightly from the 
illicit contact between the fragile throbbing flesh of her genitals and the 
strong supple fingers which nudged against it. 

Delia could hear the loud thudding of her heart and bizarre thoughts raced 
through her brain. What is happening ... she thought wildly. ... Am I 
reduced to this? I should take my hand away ... I should stop playing with 
myself now ... but it feels so good! And ... I'm desperate for satisfaction! 

It did feel good, the gentle pressure of her fingers against the sensitively 
squirming flesh of her openly spread pussy. Strange quivers coursed up and 
down her spine, raising goose bumps all over her skin which contrasted 
strongly with the warmth engulfing her from the bath water. Without 
realizing it, her fingers had begun a tentative rubbing, a barely noticeable 
caressing of her trembling cunt, and Delia felt a slight churning beginning 
in her pelvic area. 

Again a warning bell sounded in the recesses of her mind. This is wrong....I 
shouldn't have to do this myself ... but suddenly she didn't care. Her own 
touch of her cunt felt good, felt blissfully wonderful after the neglect, 
the abuse she suffered this morning. She hardly realized what was happening 
till now, but she didn't care any more. She couldn't stop now ... it was too 
late and besides she didn't want to deny herself this fabulous pleasure she 
was feeling. 

There was no denying that she was helplessly aroused, awakened to a wild 
passion by the swirling of her own busy fingers as they dipped and burrowed 
into the wetly throbbing folds of her moistly clinging cunt. Her fingertips 
trailed along the thin, softly curling tendrils of wet pussy hair as they 
caressed the little vertical mouth of her vagina in an insistent, eager 
rhythm. The hair-lined outer lips were blood-swollen and impassioned and 
quivered with excitement under the deliciously probing touch of her deft 
hands. 

"Mmmmmmmmm ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... oh ... this is what ... this is what I 
neeeeeeeeed" Delia suddenly moaned as she came into direct contact with the 
turgid bud of her blood-engorged clitoris. 

Eagerly, she rubbed the hard little button, making her buttocks writhe and 
grind in delirious pleasure against the bottom of the bathtub. She was 
completely aroused now, spiralling her pelvis upward and splaying her thighs 
as far apart as she could to allow her burrowing fingers easier access to 
the hungrily pulsing flesh of her pussy. 

The radiant young woman threw her head back, the ends of her honey blonde 
hair dipping into the warm soapy water, the full rounded orbs of her soft 
golden breasts bobbing before her, her churning hips flailing the water as 
wave after wave of incredible pleasure surged through her as she 
finger-fucked herself. All resentment and hostility vanished from her brain 
and a delicious sensual tranquility engulfed her as she gave herself over 
completely to the pleasure which was enveloping her. Delia didn't care about 
anything now, about being alone, about the problems of their marriage ... 
nothing. Nothing mattered now ... it was all unimportant as long as she 
could experience pleasure like this. Her fingers burrowed frantically into 
the softly layered folds of her squirming cunt and she felt the build up of 
pleasure growing greater than she could have thought possible. 

"OOOoooooohhh ... my ... god...." she cried out suddenly, as she thrust her 
fingers without hesitation deep into the hotly clenching orifice and she 
felt the eagerly clinging walls close in tightly around her probing hand. 
Her helplessly aroused vagina contracted hotly as she moved her fingers in 
and out rapidly in a desperate simulation of fucking, the warm slippery 
walls clinging voraciously as she continued to work her fingertips around 
inside her cunt. The water from the bathtub spilled out over the sides as 
she thrashed around in the tub, but Delia was oblivious to it. Oblivious to 
everything but the shuddering sheets of white hot pleasure cocooning her 
body in a shroud of unbelievable ecstasy. Her entire body was trembling and 
quivering with her intense arousal, everything forgotten as she climbed 
steadily up to the dizzy pinnacle of sexual release. At last, she was there! 

"Finally ... oooooohhh ... I'm ... uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh ... 
cummmiiinnnnnngggggg!" she cried out wildly, her brain spinning, her hips 
grinding feverishly as floods of incredible pleasure washed through her. 
Incoherent moans of joy escaped from her half-open mouth as her fingers 
continued to plunge into the welcoming depths of her greedily clasping cunt. 
Her whole body was gripped in the throes of the first complete orgasm she 
had experienced for a long time, and she wanted it to go on forever. She had 
almost forgotten the wonderful sensations that were sweeping through her, 
almost forgotten how marvelous it felt, and she was glad that she had made 
herself climax in this way, glad that she had experienced this without Paul. 

Such incredible feelings of pure pleasure couldn't be wrong. Nothing so good 
and so soothing could possibly be wrong. Perspiration trickled down between 
her shoulder blades as her body continued to writhe and shudder with the 
force of her orgasm, until finally, the spasms subsided and she pulled her 
soaked fingers from the still twitching walls of her satiated belly. 

Delia lay back in the lukewarm bathwater, her inner thighs still quivering 
with slowing dying pleasure, her eyes closed, filled with a sort of serenity 
that she hadn't felt in a long time. Suddenly, she was glad that Paul had 
left for work. I'm quite capable of managing on my own, she thought dazedly, 
as she stepped out of the bath, her slender golden body languorous and 
tingling from the fading pleasure of her orgasm. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Paul Webber parked in his reserved parking space in the prestigious office 
building where his agency was located. Nothing like a fuck with a wife as 
responsive as a sack of oats, he thought. Really starts the day off right, 
he mumbled, slamming the car door angrily. He continued muttering as he 
waited for the elevator up to his pent house office. Surrounded by 
interesting people all day long and that's what I have to go home to ... if 
things continue like this I'll just take a hotel suite downtown ... I've 
just about had it! ... after six years, my marriage is about as exciting as 
a bowl of suet.... 

That tall handsome young man stopped before the door of his office. He was 
never ceased to be amazed by the course of events that had changed his life. 
The lettering on the door to his suite of offices read PAUL WEBBER TALENT 
AGENCY. To think that only one year ago, less than that actually he 
reminisced, he was working as a corporation lawyer in a rather dreary 
industrial company. 

The chain of events that rocketed the thirty year old man into the 
entertainment business was like a script for an old thirties musical. The 
corporation he was employed at was located in one of the suburbs surrounded 
by factories and other large industrial complexes. As a result trips into 
the city were often too time consuming to make it worthwhile for a lunch 
date or cocktails after work. Paul had discovered a small club nearby his 
firm which had not been torn down by redevelopment. The club served only 
lunch and was run by a young woman and her widowed father. Sometimes the 
young woman, Allison sang. Her voice had an incredible quality and Paul 
often thought that she could be a big star someday. Apparently, other people 
thought so too because one day Allison had asked Paul at lunch if he would 
mind coming back after work to discuss something with her. 

Paul had grown to like the lovely, young woman and was more than happy to do 
her a favor. He had gone along that evening as soon as he was finished in 
his office. The small club was empty at that hour and Allison came over and 
thanked him for coming and showed him a contract. Could you help me decipher 
this, she had asked. I really can't make head nor tail of it. 

Going over the document thoroughly the young lawyer had discovered that some 
unscrupulous agent was, in fact, trying to take the young singer for any 
money she may make for the next ten years. The percentage split for his fees 
was incredibly inequitable and the poor Allison would have been tied to this 
parasite for ten years. 

Allison was very grateful to Paul and confessed her utter naivety in matters 
of that sort. She asked if perhaps Paul would consider managing her. The 
surprised young lawyer said he would like to but he really knew nothing 
about the entertainment field and thought she would do better with a 
professional agent. The lovely singer protested that it couldn't be that 
difficult. It was a matter of negotiating fees and contracts and as he was a 
lawyer that part would be easy. The rest of the job would be making 
contacts. Why did he try it on weekends, she suggested? She couldn't really 
afford the time away from the club as her father relied on her and also she 
wasn't really sure that she had enough talent to make it in the big time. 
With all that competition, she had once said. 

Paul made a few telephone calls and discovered that it was not that 
difficult to book talent in many of the small clubs in San Francisco where 
no money was involved but exposure was very valuable to a young performer. 
Allison started appearing in a few clubs around the Bay Area and she 
attracted quite a large following in a short time. One of her fans invited 
one of his friends from Los Angeles up to see the lovely Ms. Jarvis and 
within two weeks she was flying down to Tinsel Town to appear on the Johnny 
Jackson Show. 

After his young client's appearance on the major network television show, 
offers began to pour in. Paul found that he could no longer cope with 
handling the career of this rising star on a part-time basis so he resigned 
his position with the Everest Corporation and became a full time agent. 
During his dealings with various small clubs which showcased young talent, 
the handsome lawyer discovered other performers in need of his services. 
Soon he had almost more work than he could handle and at this point in his 
career, one year later, he was reluctant to begin management for other 
entertainers unless that he felt they were of top caliber because he simply 
didn't have the time. 

So, the young man thought still lost in the reverie of his success story ... 
here I am a year later ... got it made financially ... lots of women anxious 
to offer me their favors for a chance to get ahead ... and here I am acting 
like Frank Faithful to a wife that isn't interested in anything ... least of 
all sex ...! 

There had been plenty of opportunities for Paul and Allison to have an 
affair. Before any misunderstandings could arise in that area, Paul set the 
record straight. He told the grateful young singer that he preferred to keep 
business and pleasure separately. He had made this even plainer by taking 
Delia around with him to the various nightspots. Nothing of the slightest 
impropriety between manager and client had ever arisen and now that Allison 
was an international star, Paul sorely regretted it. What a waste, he 
thought with some resentment. 

"Any messages, Darlene?" he asked finally walking into the office. 

"Don't I even rate a good morning, today?" 

"I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to be such an old crab ... I was thinking about 
something else." 

"Okay boss, you're forgiven ... there are a couple of things that don't 
require immediate attention....I put them on your desk ... oh yes, I almost 
forgot, Danny de Valle called and he had to break your lunch date today. He 
broke a tooth or something....I'm going to be gone a couple of hours after 
lunch as well. I have to go over to the Eisner Agency and pick up those new 
contract releases. You don't have any pressing appointments this afternoon 
so I think you'll be able to manage." 

"Thanks, Darlene ... I can use the time to clean up some things that I've 
been putting off for weeks." 

The morning passed rather uneventfully for Paul, the only surprise he had 
was about eleven o'clock. 

"Do you take cream and sugar with your coffee?" a husky young voice 
inquired. 

Surprised Paul looked up from his desk. Phoebe Marshall the regular coffee 
lady certainly knew what he took in his coffee by now. The young girl he was 
looking at couldn't have been more than seventeen. His eyes fastened 
involuntarily on the sensually swinging hips of this youngster as she walked 
over to the coffee cart, and he couldn't suppress a strange quiver which 
eddied through him as he caught sight of the tanned flesh of her soft inner 
thigh as she bent over to pick up the cream and sugar from the lower shelf. 
The beautiful teenager who could not have been a day over seventeen was 
wearing a mid calf length skirt which was unbuttoned to the top of her thigh 
and a skin tight tank top without a bra. 

"Yes, both ... two sugars," he finally breathed. 

She passed him his drink and he felt an electric spark of excitement as her 
long sinewy fingers touched his around the steaming coffee cup. 

"Well ... young lady," he said somewhat pompously to disguise his 
embarrassment, "Who do we have here?" 

"Oh, Mr. Webber, sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Lanie Marshall. My 
mom's got the flu real bad and I'm filling in for her ... I'm not sure quite 
how long she'll be off...." 

"Fine, Lanie. Give your mother my best wishes and tell her to take as long 
as she needs." 

"Okay, Mr. Webber ... thanks ... I'll see you...." 

Paul sipped his coffee after the beautiful nubile teenager left. The coffee 
tasted unexpectedly good this morning, strong and hearty, the brew filtered 
down to his stomach and seemed to seep into his tense limbs, easing his 
tension and warming him to the marrow of his bones. 

Paul had to admit that the sight of the young girl replacing her mother on 
the coffee cart pleased him greatly. She brought a young and vibrant 
enthusiasm to the menial job, and even if she seemed a little slapdash with 
the coffee, after all she was very young and only replacing her mother. 

A little while later the intercom buzzed. "Paul, I'm going over to Eisner's 
now and I'll have lunch on the way. I probably won't be back before about 
three." 

"Don't rush, Marlene. If they want to discuss anything with you over there 
just call and tell me you won't be back. We can go over those releases 
tomorrow." 

"Okay ... see you." 

Christ! He thought. Here I am surrounded by gorgeous females and what do I 
stick with ... a cold fish ... Delia! Paul flinched inwardly at the thought 
of his wife. He couldn't deny to himself that her latest preoccupation with 
the house and having everything compulsively orderly irritated him, 
especially when it made his wife seem cold and unfeeling, more concerned 
with whether there was any dust on the furniture, than with what he was 
feeling himself or thinking. Of course, he couldn't expect a wife of six 
years to be as interested in him as a new bride but he sometimes felt that 
Delia took him completely for granted. 

He took another deep swallow of his now almost cold coffee as an image of 
his wife rose up before his eyes, her long lithe golden form, the 
beautifully sculpted curves of the body that had aroused and excited him so 
much earlier in his marriage ... and he felt nothing. He knew he was bored 
with Delia, but till recently, he hadn't noticed. What was actually lethargy 
and boredom had been coated with the brush of stability which he assumed 
went with a mature outlook on life which was finally his by virtue of his 
six years of marriage, and he was quite willing to concentrate his energies 
on his new career, leaving his home life to assume a never-changing routine. 
There was no doubt that his new profession as a talent agent was thrilling, 
especially now that he had his own agency, and it was certainly bringing 
very satisfactory rewards. 

He had tried to keep everything in perspective as regards his career and his 
marriage. He tried not to be tempted by the many exciting women that passed 
through his life but now with his marriage in such a precarious state, he 
didn't see any reason to. The sight of that leggy young girl bringing around 
the coffee had brought this fact strongly to the front of his thoughts. He 
hadn't realized till he started thinking just how intrigued he was by the 
gorgeous youngster ... just how her nearness aroused him ... just how much 
the sight of her sexy curved body excited him! 

Paul took another swallow of his thoroughly cold morning coffee. This new 
discovery within himself worried the young man. He was used to keeping a 
check on his feelings, fitting all emotions into neat little compartments, 
but this new feeling was dangerous ... exciting, alarming but definitely 
dangerous. 

"More coffee?" Lanie said, breaking in on his thoughts suddenly, as she 
walked directly into his office and towards him and refilled his cup. Paul 
was absolutely stunned by the sudden entrance! As she reached over, the firm 
flesh of her young thigh through the split in her skirt brushed against his 
elbow and he pulled back as if stung from the strange exhilarating contact. 
Cool it, he cautioned himself, I'm getting into dangerous territory here.... 

"Thank you, Lanie," he began, acutely aware of the fact that she was still 
hovering beside him, and he felt in a curiously vulnerable position sitting 
as he was in his swivel chair. 

"I thought you might like some more coffee. I noticed your secretary had 
already left ... so I just came on in, Lanie said, dropping her hand 
casually to his shoulder and caressing it in a light stroking movement. 

Paul looked up at her suddenly and the blood rushed to his face as he 
realized that the full ripe orbs of her large breasts were only inches away 
from his disbelieving eyes. His head was whirling and he felt a surge of 
panic that he had lost his grip on reality. He was sure that the thought of 
this child was having a very potent effect on him, giving him the peculiar 
feeling that his body was starting to float out of his conscious control. 
His brain was drumming achingly against his temples in an effort to 
determine what was going on in this exotic teenager's mind. 

He looked up once more into her face, trying to read what her thoughts were, 
but he couldn't. He was dazzled by her full, suggestive smile, by the light 
playing around in the depths of her beautiful long-lashed green eyes. 

"Lanie ... I...." he began, but he couldn't trust himself to speak. He tried 
to turn his eyes from the lush curvaceous body beside him, from her close 
incredibly sensual flesh provocatively accentuated by her clothes. She 
seemed filled with a wild animal grace, and his mind flashed with a sudden, 
crazy impulse to reach out and grab her, to bury his mouth in those soft 
fleshed unfettered breasts, to lay his eager hands on the vibrant sexual 
mass of her gorgeous body. 

Paul struggled with himself, desperately trying to ignore the stabbing 
sensation of lust her fantastically exciting body evoked in him. With dogged 
determination, he tried to force his attention to the papers on his desk, to 
inject some employer-like authority into his voice. 

"Uh ... Lanie, I thank you for the coffee ... but, I think that I better get 
back to work now," he mumbled, the words choking in his throat. He didn't 
want to get back to work! He wanted to ... but there was no use thinking 
about that. He was a married man and she was a mere child ... the daughter 
of his coffee lady, for Christ's sake! He just had to pull himself together, 
snap out of this insane.... 

The young lawyer couldn't suppress a gasp of astonishment and he jerked back 
automatically when he felt the hot burning touch of her hand on his thigh. 
She had actually reached out and was stroking his thigh, rubbing her hand 
along the tensed muscle of his upper leg! 

"I'm finished with the coffee cart until the afternoon break...." the 
voluptuous young girl crooned, her hand trailing enticingly along his 
quivering flesh. Webber swallowed hard and felt the first irresistible 
stirring of his cock, bulging against his pants, only inches away from where 
her warm hand lay gently on his thigh. Desperately, his mind tried to will 
his growing erection into dormancy, tried to quench the obvious fire of his 
rising lust, but it was too late. He could feel the hardening length of his 
growing cock, swelling unmistakably against the confining fabric of his 
trousers. He was fearful that the youngster would see it, notice that she 
was exciting him beyond belief. 

"Lanie...." he whispered in a cracked, hoarse voice, raising his eyes to 
hers, half-afraid of facing her. 

The child was staring eagerly at the obscene growing in his pants! He 
couldn't believe it. She wasn't turning away modestly from the lewd evidence 
of his arousal ... she was seemingly fascinated by it! Her eyes seemed to 
widen and her lips shone wetly with what could only be the hungry intense 
concentration of lust. 

Paul blinked and stared at her again. He wasn't imagining it ... it was 
actually happening. He couldn't deny the evidence of his senses ... she was. 
obviously aware of the growing tide of his arousal and she didn't care! 

His confusion-wracked mind couldn't think of any response to the situation. 
He was dumbfounded, completely unable to settle on any course of action. 
What would this child's mother think? Jesus! He hardly knew this girl ... 
had only met her a few hours before....One thing was certain, he had to get 
out of this room, get up and walk away before it was too late. There was no 
telling what might happen. It was an explosive situation, but thank Christ, 
he still had his wits about him and could handle things. He shuddered to 
think of what might happen ... I've got to get it back together....I might 
lose control completely ... if only she wasn't so damned beautiful.... 

"Excuse me, I've got to get a file," he began, half rising from his chair. 
Better to bring things back to a working, sane sort of level, to steer away 
from the dangerously thin ice of the sexual excitement between them.... 

"Mr. Webber ... wait a minute...." Lanie murmured, and then the incredible 
happened! Paul gasped in disbelief as he felt the warm delicate touch of 
Lanie's hand brushing against the throbbingly alive bulge of his fully erect 
prick! 

"Jesus Christ!" Webber swore as his mouth flew open in astonishment and his 
heart raced wildly in his ribcage. More exclamations of surprise caught in 
his throat as a tremendous burst of incandescent passion surged through him 
as her hand glided gently up and down the lengthening shaft of his bulging 
organ. 

"Lanie ... I ... I...." he wanted to say something, to master his intense 
arousal, to break the spell she was casting over him with her weird, magical 
fondling of his genitals. But no coherent words would come. He just couldn't 
believe it. He was seated in his chair in his own office, and a virtual 
stranger was openly pulling her hand on his cock! 

Paul's eyes were riveted on her and she smiled back at him, a slow almost 
lascivious smile that filled him with a bizarre excitement. His head reeling 
in disbelief, he watched as her free hand reached down and opened the zipper 
of his pants allowing the throbbing shaft of his fully erect prick to leap 
up in joyous freedom. For a long silent moment, he stared down at the 
blood-filled length of it, the hard rubbery head lust-hardened and 
burgeoning, and suddenly, he couldn't stand it for a minute longer. 

He jumped up quickly, his lips pulled back over his teeth in a grimace of 
lust and grabbed the youngster in a tight embrace, smashing his wet lips 
down on hers in a hungrily demanding kiss. He was beyond control now, the 
volcano of hot fermenting desire uncapped her final tantalizing gesture. The 
young talent agent didn't care about the consequences; all he cared about 
was satiating his overwhelming lust for her eager, hungry lips. 

His hands dug frantically at the soft yielding flesh of her firm upswept 
young breasts as he kissed her, his thick pink tongue flicking eagerly at 
her teeth, forcing them apart and then uniting with her own lingual member 
in a frenzied dance of lewd sexual excitement. Hastily, with the unleashed 
abandon of a madman, Paul's strong hands slid over the trembling curves of 
her nubile young body, goaded on beyond control by the strongly pulsing 
passion of his lust-inflated prick. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm...." Lanie crooned, her breath warm and scented against his 
cheek, her arms clasping him to her in obvious desire. 

But her hot, hoarsely whispered moan touched off a guilty nerve that was 
nagging at him from the depths of his mind, and with an abrupt, abrasive 
movement, he pulled away from her. 

"Lanie ... I don't know what came over me ... caught myself in time...." the 
words jerked out of him by tremendous effort and he lowered his eyes, unable 
to look at the youngster straight in the face. She had encouraged him, it 
was true, but did this child really know what she was letting herself in 
for. Anything could happen in an explosive situation like this one. Thank 
god he'd come to his senses before it was too late....Christ only knows what 
the outcome would have been, the two of them alone like that in his empty 
office. 

"Mr. Webber! Look Mr. Webber...." he heard her urgent whisper, and 
shamefacedly turned to look at her. 

The child was stark naked! She had taken off all her clothes and was now 
standing before him, her sensual young body completely naked. Dazedly, he 
took in the sight of the satiny flesh of her breasts, the delicate curve of 
her shapely hips, the glistening copper triangle of her pubic vee at the 
juncture of her long, slender legs. He had never seen anyone more beautiful, 
more frankly sensual. For a long, long moment, he could only stand there, 
staring in silent appreciation at the enticing sculpted body of this 
youngster who had just entered his life this very morning. The pounding in 
his churning prick was like a deep undeniable gnawing, and there was a 
tumultuous seething deep in the darkness of his lust-writhing balls. 

The palms of his hands were suddenly sweaty and he found his throat was arid 
and chalky. His eyes were burning in his head from the prolonged effort of 
staring, but yet he couldn't take his gaze away from her, for fear she would 
disappear and prove to be just an apparition of his lascivious thoughts. 

Completely aware of the mesmerizing effect of her lewd pose, he youngster 
raised her hands and began a slow, teasing caressing of her own breasts, 
cupping them lovingly, proud of their ripe full beauty, running the hard 
berry-like nipples between her long tapering fingers, running the tip of her 
pink tongue over her red lips as she continued her stroking of her own 
breasts. Slowly, deliberately, she dropped her hands, running them along the 
soft sensual flanks of her sides falling still lower until her Fingertips 
grazed against the crinkly tendrils of pubic hair. 

Paul felt a shiver course along his back as he watched her wanton movements 
and then his breath rattled hoarsely in his throat as he saw that the tips 
of her long sinewy fingers were playing along the hair-fringed pussy lips, 
pulling them slightly apart, revealing the glistening pink flesh of her 
vagina gleaming moistly beneath the wisps of coppery tufts. Lanie's head was 
thrown back, her long red hair cascading down over her creamy shoulders, and 
her green eyes were hazy and smoky with pleasure. Paul could see her long 
slender form quiver from the excitement she was generating in her feverish 
loins, and then, he knew that he couldn't take it a minute longer. It was 
more than a mortal man could stand, and his own body was aflame with the 
overriding passions which were engulfing him. Suddenly, in that brief 
moment, he knew that he didn't care about Delia, about his marriage, about 
anything....Anything but the incredibly sexy child who was standing naked 
before him, writhing under the stroking she was giving her own cunt. He had 
to have her! Only now he realized that he had wanted her from the first 
moment he saw her, but had dutifully submerged those rebellious feelings, 
willing himself to remember he was a married man ... and she ... she was the 
young daughter of one of his employees.... 

But now, it was too late ... his real feelings were revealed ... and the 
raw, lustful quality of them almost overpowered him. Without another word, 
he grasped Lanie by the wrist, and half-pulled her over to the long studio 
couch. Without preamble he shoved her down onto the soft cushions, his eyes 
roaming feverishly over her golden-toned flesh, as his hands tore 
frantically at his clothes, pulling off his shirt, ripping down his pants 
until he stood naked over her, the huge lust-hardened length of his 
burgeoning prick waving like a red throbbing mast before him. Her hot eyes 
were frozen on the long, inflated shaft and her slender fingers reached out 
tentatively and brushed against the hot burning flesh, making Paul wince 
from the electrical contact. 

"Mr. Webber ... your cock looks so big and hard...." she murmured softly, 
her fingers tightening around the widening rod, sending waves of white hot 
pleasure cascading through Paul. The lewd words of praise coming from her 
young lips were the last straw for Paul, and with an inhuman moan of 
overwhelming passion, he dropped down to the sofa, unable to keep his hands 
off the lovely exciting body stretched out invitingly beneath him. Eagerly, 
his hands closed in on the softly throbbing flesh of her palpitating 
breasts, squeezing and kneading them convulsively, wringing moans of ecstasy 
from the youngster, as he tweaked the turgid little knobs of her nipples 
between his fingers, hardening them excruciatingly. 

He could feel the warmth of her passionately-heated body seeping through to 
him and the pulsing vibrancy of her desire was transmitted to and increased 
the blazing path of his own lust. 

"Jesus, Lanie ... you're wonderful!" he gasped unable to find words to 
express his appreciation of her soft eager young body. The long lust-bloated 
shaft of his fully erect cock lay trapped between their two bodies, and he 
could feel the exquisite softness of her thigh as his hard masculine flesh 
ground into it. His hands were like uncontrollable little animals as they 
roamed all over her body, cupping the softly firm mounds of her tight little 
ass, sweeping the graceful flare of her hips, exploring every inch of her 
soft delectable body. He could feel her thighs part eagerly beneath him and 
felt the first moist wet contact between her openly-spread vagina and his 
harshly throbbing cock. 

"Lanie, Lanie, baby ... I've got to fuck you now ... I can't wait any 
longer...." he moaned in. a half-whisper, not caring about conventions now 
... the demon of his libido was unleashed, changing him into an 
unpredictable lust-propelled robot. 

"Oh yes, Mr. Webber ... fuck me now ... do it...." Lanie whispered, "I can't 
wait go get that lovely big cock of yours in my cunt...." 

This child wanted him, just as much as he wanted her! Till now, a nagging 
question of disbelief stabbed at him and inhibited him. He couldn't quite 
believe that she wanted him to fuck her, not even when she had stood naked 
before him. But now he heard her, heard her with his own ears, and he knew 
without a doubt that she wanted him too, just the way he wanted to fuck her! 
He had never felt so excited in his life. He and Lanie were naked here and 
now they were dying to fuck each other. She wanted it as much as he did, and 
nothing else mattered! 

Her silky thighs were spread widely apart, the naked wet plane of her 
moistly pulsing cunt openly presented. Then he felt once more the cool 
tantalizing touch of her hand on his swollen throbbing prick as she guided 
his huge blood-engorged organ towards the hot pulsating opening of her wetly 
churning pussy. A spasmodic shock ran through him as the smooth rubbery head 
grazed against the softly curling wisps of her pubic hair, and he could feel 
it probing gently as it parted the tight throbbing out lips, and dipping 
slowly and excruciatingly into the smooth warmth of her velvety vagina. With 
a long desperate stroke, he surged forward relentlessly, finally managing to 
sink the heavy palpitating weight of his desire-hardened cock into the 
moistly clasping passage of her eagerly waiting cunt. 

"Mmmm ... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she moaned as Paul slammed forward, flexing 
his powerful loins as he buried his enormous lust-distended penis halfway 
into the painfully stretched vaginal sheath. 

"Oh, no ... stop it ... Mr. Webber ... it's too big ... your things too big 
for me!" the child cried out, spiralling her body upwards as the giant 
cudgel impaled her completely. But Paul was spurred by an overpowering lust 
which drove him to thrust his massive blood-engorged organ, lunging forward 
until he had finally sunk it to the hilt in her wet, steaming pussy. 

"Oh, god ... no ... stop!" she groaned again and again, her entire insides 
desperately trying to stretch and shift to receive his massive shaft deep in 
her tiny cunt. She was groaning incoherently now as Paul slowly retracted 
his thick pulsating rod, pulling it out slowly, stretching the tender inner 
membrane until just the heavy bulbous head was left imbedded in her tight 
little pussy. Then he plunged forward again, oblivious to the youngster's 
moans of protest, and he began to fuck deeply into her, forcing her 
trembling vaginal passage to adjust to the huge size of his rigidly 
skewering cock. 

For a moment, the beautiful teenager was conscious only of deep, overriding 
pain and she wished desperately that she hadn't encouraged this agent to 
fuck her. She had initiated the proceedings because she wanted to break into 
show business but now she was beginning to think it was all a mistake. His 
prick was so big, she had no idea it would be so gigantic ... he'd split her 
in two! 

At last, she felt the tight inner walls beginning to lubricate, to expand to 
take in his thick heavy girth, and the moistly warm sheath began to close 
firmly and rhythmically around his nakedly thrusting prick. Her arms wrapped 
tightly around his neck, pulling his chest against the turgid nipples of her 
heaving breasts and deep within her, waves of intense white hot pleasure 
began to generate and to flow insistently through her whole body, lapping in 
steady mounting cadence up her spine, bathing her entire being in the rhythm 
of unadulterated lust. Her lovely young body writhed and churned beneath 
Paul's deep, hard thrusts, and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in 
ecstasy. Her full sensual lips moved ceaseless with incoherent mumbled words 
and her nostrils flared in wild animal desire. 

"Oh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me ... do it to me! Your cock feels soooooo 
gooood inside me...." 

She continued to gasp as he slid his strong hands under the wildly pumping 
cheeks of her satiny ass and cupped them tightly, levering them off the 
cushions of the sofa to clamp her eager loins around his plunging cock. He 
pistoned down into her upward spiralling crotch, driving with all the 
strength of his overwhelming passion and he could feel the smooth wet flesh 
of her tightly clasping cunt squeezing and pumping like a vibrant heart beat 
all around his hot throbbing prick. He screwed into her from the tips of his 
toes and plummeted the full blood-laden length of his thick pounding cock 
into the heated rubbery depths of her wildly dilated cuntal hole, bringing 
weird cries of pure pleasure from her dry parched throat. Her arms slid down 
his muscular back and her nails dug wildly into his muscular buttocks as 
they drove down, clenching and unclenching, into her open, hungry loins. 

Wet smacking noises reverberated through the office and the furiously 
hammering lunges increased in tempo, mercilessly driving them toward their 
lewd fulfillment. Paul's hands slid around the firm undulating moons of her 
buttocks, convulsively kneading the soft flesh. His own body was bathed in 
perspiration and his breaths were deep, harsh pants. He had never been so 
aroused in his whole like, not even in his most passionate moments with 
Delia. Nothing had prepared him for the pure animalistic quality of this 
fucking, and he had never experienced anything like it. Lanie was like a 
completely different person, writhing and flailing under his fucking, as 
completely aroused as he was. His mind was blank now, devoid of all 
thoughts, completely isolated from his body which was a churning mass of raw 
lust. He had forgotten about his wife, about their boring marriage, about 
everything, as tremors of almost overwhelming pleasure were building up in 
his bucking, careening body. He knew that he would have to cum soon, or 
explode. He wanted to keep it going, to prolong this fantastic fucking for 
as long as he could, but he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He 
had almost reached it, the tremendous release he knew was soon to explode in 
his boiling testicles and fire through his aching prick deep, deep inside 
Lanie's straining belly. He wanted to burst inside her, to feel his heated 
male sperm jet into her eagerly waiting womb ... to shoot his scalding load 
far up into her hungrily clasping pussy. 

Lanie's lithe young body, slippery from sweat, flailed up and down against 
him, writhing uncontrollably from side to side on the soft sofa in ecstasy 
as she churned her hips wildly, spreading her creamy thighs obscenely and 
jackknifing them suddenly until her knees almost reached her shoulders. 

"Harder ... fuck me harder...." she groaned between tightly clenched teeth, 
as her firm buttocks shook and quivered, and her swallowing, clasping cunt 
climbed hungrily up and down his hot plunging cock, riding lustfully on the 
pistoning rail of his heavy, rock-hard penis, rocking and gyrating insanely. 

"Ooooooohhh ... Mr. Webber!" she screamed out suddenly, as her body 
stiffened beneath him, every muscle and nerve ending taut as a bowstring, 
her face contorted in unspeakable grimaces of pleasure and lust. For a long 
moment, she remained frozen in her. position of stiff numbness, and then.... 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ... my god ... ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh I'm ... cumming ...!" 

And her body seemed to collapse into a million different fragments, seemed 
to disintegrate under Paul's very eyes, every inch of her wildly twitching 
form quivering and trembling as over powering surges of intense pleasure 
washed through her like a tidal wave, bathing her body in the warmth of 
total arousal. She was in another world, and the unfamiliar office was 
spinning around her as her body lit up again and again from the lightning 
which was forking through her. She had never experienced an orgasm like it 
... never in her young life and she felt ecstatic. Her body continued to 
arch tightly under him, her wet sucking cunt grabbing hungrily at the 
tortured shaft of his big, near-bursting prick, milking furiously on it. She 
cleaved to him, shaking and jerking around him in a quivering pulsating 
rhythm, spewing her orgasmic juices in a shower of mist over the thick 
plunging rod of his rigid penis. Her cumming spurred his own deep relentless 
aching, and his sperm-bloated balls seemed to grow and expand as they 
slapped wildly against the convulsed cheeks of her madly pumping backside. 

"Unnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted his pounding strokes beating 
harder and harder into her, slapping against her pelvis with the flat impact 
of a wooden plank, bruising the soft ragged lips of her swollen pussy, his 
steel-sprung cock thrusting far down against the entrance to her wildly 
contracting womb. 

Now he was going to climax, and he ground endlessly into her widely spread 
cuntal plane, burying the full incredibly inflated length of his huge 
driving cock in her wetly writhing vagina, the steaming pressure in his 
balls driving him to unbearable limits. He had to cum now!" 

"Arrrrhhhggg ... oooooohhh ... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he shouted as his mind 
exploded in a blinding fireball. The huge piston of his wildly jerking prick 
drove far, far into Lanie's hungrily pulsating little belly, shooting the 
scalding jets of his pent-up sperm into her eagerly welcoming womb, gushing 
deep, deep within her, pouring in an unchecked torrent along the hot 
clasping walls of her steaming cunt and foaming out again to mix with her 
own juices and flood through the tangle of their matted pubic hair. Her head 
was spinning and reeling and his voice was echoing with incoherent 
obscenities as flood after flood of pleasure poured through his thrashing 
body, splashing in powerful waves that ran storming through his whole being, 
stirring new unknown reservoirs of pleasure. It was wonderful! 

There was never anything like it in his life. The beautiful child continued 
to move back and forth on his surging, ejaculating prick, milking every drop 
of sticky sperm from his slowly deflating cock, coaxing more and more of the 
hot white liquid into her wet clasping depths. At last, they lay panting 
together, their naked limbs slowly disentangling. 

As Paul's eyes slowly opened, he watched, stunned but happy, as Lanie's hand 
reached gently for his limply reclining prick. Patiently, with suppressed 
eagerness, she began to stroke it with her delicate soft fingers, sending 
new creeping shivers coursing along his spine. 

"Lanie ... what?" he began, completely amazed to see life stirring again in 
his semi-dormant cock. After the incredible fucking he had just experienced 
with this amazing teenager, he wondered if he could ever walk again, let 
alone fuck. But Lanie seemed to be running this show! 

"Did you like that ... Mr. Webber?" she asked, her voice a silky sensual 
drawl. 

"It was fantastic...." he admitted, his breath already short from the 
startling pleasure she was giving to his awakening cock. "And Lanie ... 
please call me, Paul!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Delia toweled herself dry and dressed. She went into the kitchen and started 
to make some coffee. While the coffee was brewing, Delia went into the 
living room as if commanded by some secret force and started straightening 
objects that were already perfectly in order. Compulsively, she began lining 
objects on the coffee table up in a perfectly symmetrical pattern. She began 
racing around the room as if propelled by the ghost of the perfect 
housekeeper, swiping at imaginary dust, snatching imaginary lint from the 
carpet. 

Suddenly, the beautiful wife stopped dead. Dear god, what am I doing? Have I 
come to this that the most important thing in my life is lining up magazines 
in drill order? I must be going completely mad! Delia slumped to the couch 
with the realization that she was turning into a super human cleaning 
machine, a sort of human vacuum cleaner! To think this is the sum 
accomplishment of my whole life! An antiseptically clean house! Her troubled 
mind grasped at straws trying to make some sense out of her life. 

She got up and went back into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of 
coffee. I'm going to take charge of my life, she vowed. What as I doing 
stuck in the house all the time when I could be out doing things? In fact, 
he said defiantly, right now I'm going over to the park. A nice walk in the 
fresh air can maybe clear some of the cobwebs from by brain. 

Delia finished her coffee and was just about to wash it and put it away when 
she stopped. To hell with it, it can just wait! 

The morning was lovely. The sky was a brilliant blue without a cloud in the 
sky and the air was warm with only the slightest whisper of a breeze. The 
young blonde was feeling like it was good to be alive for the first time in 
many months. She directed her footsteps over towards the park. 

During the week the park was relatively empty. The leggy young blonde saw a 
few gardeners who greeted her appreciatively. Delia smiled back, pleased to 
be out on such a gorgeous day. Pleased that she had made the decision to 
take responsibility for her life. 

Suddenly, a small sign caught her eye. "Tennis lessons, professional 
instruction. Inquire at Parks Recreation Department." There was a little 
arrow pointing to a vine covered building. Interested, Delia followed the 
small arrow. She stepped into the office. 

"I'd like to inquire about tennis lessons." 

"Oh, what would you like to know," replied the athletic young woman behind 
the counter. "We have lessons three days a week. We usually recommend that 
you take a series of five two hours lessons, one lesson on each stroke." 

"When could I start?" 

"Well," the woman said, glancing at her watch, "there's a new beginner's 
group starting in about fifteen minutes on the forehand. You could join that 
group if you like. There's only two other people in the class so you'll have 
lots of individual attention." 

"I'd like to," Delia said hesitantly, "but I don't have a racquet." 

"No problem at all. We have loaners for our beginners. We have several 
different brands you can try out. You can make sure you feel really 
comfortable with the racquet before you buy it. All our members receive a 
40% discount on all tennis equipment, as well." 

"Okay," the young wife said decisively. "Sign me up. I'll start this 
morning." 

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It's great exercise." 

The woman took down the necessary particulars and Delia gave her a cheque. 
This was going to be fun. Certainly better than re-arranging and scouring 
the house for the umpteenth time. 

"Here's your receipt, Mrs. Webber. Go over and wait on court 8. Your lesson 
will begin at 11:00." 

Excitedly, Delia walked over to the court. There was a man having a private 
lesson but she glanced at the clock over the club house and saw that he only 
had a few more minutes. This would be just the ticket. A day of exercise in 
the sunshine ... maybe a chance to make some new friends. Things were going 
to be better in her life. 

Another woman joined her on the bench and confided that she had not played 
tennis in twenty years so thought it better to start all over again. Delia 
told her that she had never played. A teenage boy who had all the right 
equipment came over and announced that he too was a beginner. Something 
about his impeccable tennis gear belied the fact but as soon as they got on 
the court and the tennis instructor had them practicing their pivots for the 
forehand, it was evident that all he had was an impressive looking shell. 

The instructor introduced himself as Chuck Lawson. He appeared to be quite 
cocky. However he was an extremely good-looking young man, with the dark 
suntan that comes from playing hours outdoors. The constant exercise had 
given him an extremely fit body. From the beginning, Delia felt a little 
unnerved from the unsettling way he was staring at her. It made her very 
uneasy, especially difficult to concentrate on her pivot and swing. She felt 
almost as if he was undressing her with his eyes, which was ridiculous, 
because he was an instructor after all. But his eyes were roaming 
unashamedly over her body taking in the curves beneath her tight jeans and 
the upward tilt of her breasts through her t-shirt. The young wife was 
almost glad that she had not worn shorts to the lesson. If he was anyone 
else, I'd be worried, but thank goodness he's only the teacher. 

The two hours went rather quickly and after Delia got over the initial 
feeling of being totally uncoordinated, she began to really enjoy it. Before 
the end of the lesson, Chuck put them all on videotape so they could play 
themselves back and check their form. 

The lovely young blonde was just returning her borrowed racquet when Chuck 
came up to her and asked her, "could I drop you somewhere, Delia?" 

"No, that's all right, I can walk. I don't want to take you out of your 
way." 

"It would be my pleasure." 

Delia saw nothing wrong with accepting a ride home from the handsome young 
tennis pro, so she climbed into his Alfa Romeo without another thought. 

Within minutes they were in front of her house and she thought the least she 
could do was to invite the dark-haired man in for a drink. 

"Would you like a drink?" 

"Beer would be fine." 

She went into the kitchen and took two cans of beer out of the refrigerator. 
She brought some pretzels and potato chips into the living room along with 
the beer and glasses. 

Chuck accepted his beer and took a long gulp out of it, staring at Delia as 
he did so. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen and he 
couldn't keep his eyes off her. He had millions of women coming for lessons 
but she was different from the rest. She looked young and almost innocent 
while at the same time having an air of worldly wisdom about her which was 
very appealing to him. 

"Do you live here alone, Delia?" he asked quietly, setting his half-finished 
beer on the coffee table she had neatly arranged that morning before her 
mini-revolt. 

"No, I'm married," she explained. "My husband's at work." Delia was starting 
to feel uncomfortable. She made some idle chatter about the tennis lesson 
and they fell into sort of an uneasy silence. 

"How about a sandwich, Chuck?" she suggested, hoping he might say that he 
had to leave. 

"Sure, Delia," he replied. 

"Okay," she said brightly with an enthusiasm she did not feel. 

The young wife hoped that he wasn't intending hanging around much longer. 
She certainly didn't want him here when Paul came home. There'd be so much 
explaining to do, and maybe Paul wouldn't understand. Lately he'd been so 
short-tempered, and things were strained enough between them as it was. He'd 
barely said goodbye to her this morning when he left after fucking her in 
that selfish way, so there was no telling what kind of mood he'd be in when 
he came home. She herself had felt great especially about forsaking her 
obsession with the housework and signing up for the tennis lessons. She knew 
that her good humor was in part attributable to the climax she had made 
herself reach in the bathtub. She couldn't help blushing as she thought of 
it, because she did feel somewhat ashamed about it, but it had felt so good 
and made her feel so much better. No one would ever know about it. It was 
her key to self-fulfillment she thought. She put the finishing touches to 
the tuna sandwich, fervently hoping that Chuck would eat it and leave. 

A gasp of surprise escaped her lips and she jumped from the sudden touch of 
his hands on her breasts, hands which had slipped around under her arms and 
were now openly fondling her breasts! 

"Chuck?" she breathed, apprehension drenching her like an icy shower. 

"Oh Delia, you're fabulous...." Chuck sighed as his fingers tightened on the 
soft rounded orbs of her breasts, stirring the nipples into burgeoning 
erection. 

"Chuck, what...." Delia began again, surprise robbing her of speech. What in 
god's name was going on? For a moment she was dumbfounded. She could hardly 
believe that the tennis pro, who a couple of hours ago she didn't even know 
existed, was actually fondling her breasts, right here in her own kitchen. 
She gasped as his fingers tightened around the turgid bud of her nipples, 
squeezing them even more, and then, to her horror, she felt hot hungry lips 
planting kisses along the line of her long swan-like neck. He was kissing 
her! 

"Listen ... I think this...." she began in a warning tone, but stopped. She 
didn't want to cause a scene because she -liked him but she just couldn't 
let him kiss and caress her without any restraint. She was in a compromising 
situation in the house with him. What should she do? 

Delia closed her eyes for a moment and tried to think about her problem but 
her brain refused to function. Instead, her body seemed to melt against the 
strong virile form of the athletic young man. She felt the stiffening 
hardness of her fully erect cock digging into the soft fleshiness of her 
tightly clenched buttocks. His hands were pulling her back against him, his 
mouth feverishly racing over her neck and throat, his arms holding her in a 
strong, eager embrace. His hands dropped from the throbbing cups of her 
pounding breasts and trailed down the length of her quivering sides, finally 
caressing with careful deft movements the smooth curve of her gracefully 
flared hips. 

"Oh baby, you've got it all...." 

The man's hoarse rasping words broke the lewd spell which had been somehow 
cast over the young wife, and angrily, she broke away from the surprised 
tennis pro. 

"Just what do you think you're doing?" she demanded, anger flooding through 
her in an effort to blot out the shame she was feeling from her reaction to 
the illicit embrace. 

"You seemed to enjoy it!" Chuck shot back amusedly, staring at her directly, 
to her discomfort. 

"I think you'd better leave ... right now!" Delia said, anxious now to be 
rid of him. "Oh you do ... do you ... aren't you forgetting something?! 

"What?" Delia asked dully, her face paling suddenly. 

"That you're the one that invited me in, in the first place. Now come on ... 
we're both adults ... I want you and you want me ... so what's the big deal 
... stop acting like the injured virgin ... we both know the score...." 

Delia was silent. What he was saying was true. The desire to be with him was 
subconscious but he had picked it up right away. Also she didn't want to 
give up her tennis lessons. Maybe they could just write off this little 
episode and still remain friends. There was no reason to get hysterical 
because a good-looking young man had made a pass at her. 

And then he was very close to her again, and Delia felt suddenly frightened. 
But before she could do anything, he grabbed her again and his lips were 
crushing down on hers, forcing her teeth apart, his tongue insinuating its 
way into the warm moistness of her mouth. Her throat suddenly felt arid and 
her breath was cut off, and for a moment, she was helpless as his wet pink 
tongue slavered around inside her mouth, reaching far back against her 
throat. His lips felt hot and sinewy against hers and she was surprised at 
the passionate way he was kissing her. At last, she managed to free her 
mouth from his greedily demanding kiss and she stared at him in shock. 

"Listen Delia ... see you on the tennis court ... just forget about this ... 
okay?" he rasped hoarsely. 

"But ... Chuck ... I...." she began, staring at him in amazement. What did 
he mean? She watched as he hurriedly reached for his warm-up jacket and 
quickly let himself out the kitchen door. Delia was thoroughly bewildered. 
Why did he leave so quickly? 

When she heard a car door slamming she realized the reason for Chuck's 
sudden exit. Paul was back! He must have heard the car turning into the 
drive. Delia's heart started pounding. Did Paul see Chuck leave? What would 
he think? She stole a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Her hair was 
disheveled, her face unusually pale. 

Quickly, she ran into the bathroom. She had to have to time to get herself 
back together ... and to think, before she faced her husband. Her thoughts 
were racing with the events of the afternoon. 

Surely Chuck came into contact with lots of women. He would forget about 
this and she could just have her lessons like any other pupil. She wondered 
if she should tell her husband about what happened, especially now as it was 
-likely that it wouldn't happen again. But she had a strange feeling that 
Paul would blame her for inviting the tennis pro into the house, and tell 
her that she had handled everything the wrong way. She couldn't bear his 
censure now ... not when she was still quaking inside from Chuck's 
unexpected embrace, from his hot, demanding kisses, from the illicit touch 
of hands on her breasts. No, the best thing to do was to forget it ever 
happened ... just like he had whispered before he fled the kitchen. No this 
would have to be her secret ... she'd just pretend to Chuck that nothing out 
of the ordinary happened ... she wasn't even sure she'd tell him about the 
lessons at all! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Paul could still not believe the incredible encounter he had had with Lanie 
in his office. That hot little seventeen year old could substitute on the 
coffee cart anytime she wanted. In fact, Paul had arranged to meet the sexy 
teenager this very afternoon. 

Since it was a weekday and often he had contract negotiations outside the 
office, it would not be difficult to lie to Delia. He wished that it did not 
have to be this way. When he thought about it, the ideal situation would 
have been for Delia to take a lover. It had sure given him a new slant on 
life. Why not Delia? He glanced over at his beautiful wife as he dressed for 
his date with Lanie. 

When he had told her that he was going over to a new client's home she 
accepted his excuse without demur. Yesterday when he got home, Delia had 
seemed to be preoccupied about something, but when he had questioned her 
about it, she refused to say anything.. Paul thought she still might be 
upset over the way he'd made love to her that morning, but when he tried to 
approach the subject, she had disinterestedly brushed it aside. No, 
something else was eating her. He wished he knew what it was, because he 
didn't like to see her bottling things up, but of late, she had got in the 
habit of keeping her problems to herself and Paul thought it wisest not to 
press her for answers. She just might really blow up, he thought. 

Anyway, his wife was not on his highest list of priorities today. It was 
Lanie he could hardly wait to see again. It was hard dragging himself away 
from her yesterday, but he had to in order not to make Delia suspicious. He 
had never met anyone like her in his life, and suddenly he felt like a new 
man. Virile, attractive ... feelings he hadn't experienced for a long time. 
It's good to have an ego massage every now and' again, he thought. Maybe 
that's what Delia needs too. If only there was some other man ... I might as 
well be wishing for the moon as wishing she would take a lover ... she's 
just not the type ... I should like to see that though ... Delia writhing in 
the arms of another man ... his prick driving in and out of her ready cunt 
... making her scream for more ... That is a scene I'd like to see.... 

"Will you be home for dinner?" Delia asked tonelessly, as he picked up his 
briefcase and headed for the front door. 

"I'm not sure, so why don't you just go ahead without me ... I can grab 
something on the way ... don't worry about fixing anything." 

Delia just glanced at him indifferently, and stood immobile as he gave her a 
salutary peck on the cheek. She had to admit that she was relieved when he 
finally left. Although the house suddenly felt empty and forlorn, she was 
glad of the solitude. She needed time to think, to collect her scattered 
thoughts and put them into some kind of comprehensible order. She had to 
stop herself several times from blurting out the whole story to Paul, 
telling him all about Chuck and what had happened, but at the last minute, 
she had refrained. He wouldn't understand. He was totally insensitive to her 
needs lately anyway. 

She was glad this was not the day for her tennis lesson. Although she was 
happy she had signed up for the lesson after her encounter with Chuck she 
felt that a little cooling off period was necessary. Idly, she wondered what 
had made her act that way with Chuck. Why she had almost.... 

Delia's thoughts were halted abruptly by the feeling that she had heard the 
back door opening. For a moment, she wondered what to do. It couldn't have 
been Paul for something he had forgotten because she hadn't heard his car in 
the drive. No, it must have been her imagination. Disinterestedly, Delia 
flipped over the pages of the morning paper. She felt that her life was one 
series of problems. There was the state of her marriage. But this latest 
worry with the tennis pro was the most worrying. It was upsetting to her 
because it pointed out to her how unsatisfying her marriage and her sex life 
was. She had actually wanted the tennis pro to.... 

"Hey, baby, a penny for your thoughts." 

Delia was paralyzed with shock at the familiar voice which sounded right 
behind her. Whirling around, she stared in numbed disbelief at the handsome, 
athletic young man who was leaning against the doorway. 

"I don't have any lessons today, so I thought I'd come over and keep my star 
pupil company," he said, his eyes shining with a strange look. Delia 
experienced a tremor of she knew not what as she stared at him, hardly able 
to believe that it was actually him. Desperately, she tried to keep her 
voice steady and maintain a semblance of calm. It was almost as though he 
had read her thoughts and had come over because she was thinking of him! 

"Chuck, I think you'd better leave. I think we should keep this on a 
teacher/pupil relationship. I'm a married woman!" 

"Oh, Jesus," he exclaimed in mock horror. "What do you think this is a soap 
opera or something." 

"A married woman," he mimicked. "Come on ... let's get hip to what's 
happening ... you know you want it ... that was obvious from the other day 
... let's just cut out the pious bullshit, shall we?" 

"Chuck, I'm serious. Please go right now, or...." 

Her warning seemed to spur the amused young man into sudden action, and his 
hand reached out swiftly and tightly gripped the young wife. Delia began to 
melt as the young tennis pro's strong fingers tightened around her softly 
rounded shoulders, his strength and the laughing expression in his blue eyes 
evoking a sudden stab of longing in her stomach. Events were crowding too 
fast on her new consciousness and shivers of anticipation coursed through 
her as he suddenly propelled her backwards up off the sofa. 

"Get your hands off me!" she said without much conviction, but her command 
only amused the worldly young man all the more. 

"Don't fight it ... you want me ... you know you do ... you look like you're 
just dying for a big cock inside that hot little cunt of yours." He smiled 
at Delia, who shrank trembling for the jarring impact of his perceptive 
words, he pushed her gently against the sofa, unbalancing her and sending 
her sprawling across the soft deep cushions. 

Chuck, still gripping her soft arms with his athletic grip, moved across her 
panting body. 

"Leave me alone ... Chuck ... please get away from me ... let's just keep 
it...." Delia pleaded. In spite of her feeling of arousal she was frankly 
terrified of his single-minded assault on her, by his powerful young body 
and hard arrogance. She knew he was right ... but she did not want to be the 
one to have to make the decision! She would prefer to protest so she would 
not be responsible for the decision that would make the young wife an 
adultress! 

Chuck slowly pushed Delia's arm back beyond her head and stretched his 
tautly muscular body over her soft trembling figure. He clamped his hungry 
lips over her ripe inviting mouth, digging his tongue against her defiantly 
set teeth, forcing it rigidly into the sweet moist cavity of her mouth. 

Delia lay motionless under his clenched, restraining grip, her stomach 
churning from shock, her brain screaming under his restraining grip, 
screaming alarm, flooding the intricate channels and nerves of her body with 
adrenalin. She had to get away! Before it was too late and she was no longer 
a chaste woman! 

Suddenly, with a bound of unforeseen strength, she jerked away from him, and 
ran, her heart pounding, darting into the bedroom. Awkwardly, she fumbled 
with the lock, numbed fingers frantically gasping the bolt that would shut 
him out. She wanted him ... but it was wrong ... so wrong. She could hear 
his footsteps crashing towards her as she pushed the small stubborn piece of 
metal. Dear God, she begged inwardly, give me strength to resist him! 

In the space of another second, the limber athlete had reached the door and 
was pushing it with his sturdy shoulder. 

"Delia, I don't believe this ... this is very high school ... it's 
ridiculous ... you're a grown woman ... so stop with all these childish 
games ... we're going to do it!" Chuck laughed, an amused little chuckle as 
he pushed her down on the big double bed. 

"Now, let's get on with it," he said softly, squeezing her against the 
bedclothes. His penetrating blue eyes bored into her turquoise blue eyes and 
she moaned as his hands began to fumble with the thin protection of her 
robe. She wanted to stop him, to push his hand away, but somehow her mind 
and her movements were unsynchronized ... Nothing was happening! 

With a quick, sharp tug, he pulled away the sash of her terry cloth dressing 
gown and yanked away the confining fabric exposing to his lust-inflamed gaze 
the lovely sculpted contours of her voluptuous body, completely naked but 
for a flimsy strip of white nylon bikini panties. A low gasp of excitement 
came from Chuck's throat. She looked so fabulous! 

Chuck's usual sexual experience was with the tennis groupies that hung 
around the courts waiting to make it with the pros. His brain now was 
inflamed at the sight of the softly fleshed mounds of her full breasts, the 
glossy roundness of her magnificent thighs rising to the sensual flare of 
her smooth silky hips. His eyes riveted on the enticing blonde crevice of 
her delicate-panty-clad pubic mound and his mouth opened and closed 
fish-like as his breath pumped raggedly in and out of his heaving young 
chest. The young man was almost out of his mind with rampaging desire. His 
fiery cock was jumping, aching hardness between his tensed legs, straining 
the rough fabric of his tight Levi's. 

Hurriedly, his hand opened the buttons of his fly, allowing the rigid pole 
to spring free in the cool air of the still dark bedroom, thrusting upright 
with proud, assertive desire from the wiry thatch of his pubic hair. His 
hard, quickly-growing prick was sending sharp urgent impulses to Chuck's 
brain, impatiently urging him to hurry, to answer the clamorous demands of 
his raging lust. This beautiful woman's body was even more sensually 
exciting than he'd expected. Seeing her lying there naked trembling before 
him filled him with ever-increasing passionate desire. He suddenly felt a 
wicked thrill as he savored the fact that she was a married woman, just as 
she had said. 

It was amazing, he thought, when he first saw this fantastic looking blonde 
walk on to the tennis court yesterday, so cool and unapproachable, he never 
dreamed he would have her in the sack so quickly ... and what a woman! He 
gazed down with ego stimulating satisfaction at his massive hard-on, 
outlined against the creamy panorama of Delia's voluptuous naked body, and 
smiled happily to himself. 

Delia gave a low, whimper as she felt Chuck's strong young hand slide firmly 
between the satiny columns of her tightly clenched legs, felt him push 
relentlessly upward, forcing apart her tender inner thighs, climbing 
aggressively under the elastic edge of her panties to graze momentarily 
against the softly curling tendrils of her quivering pussy. 

"No ... no ... no ... Chuck please...." she moaned over and over. She ground 
her satiny buttocks into the softness of the bed in futile retrain from his 
invading hand. 

"Oh, Baby ... stop protesting," he said, wearily. 

Delia lay back numbly, unresisting, her eyes staring vacantly ahead trying 
to remove her mind from the action she was becoming involved in. She was 
excruciatingly aware of Chuck's foreoful hands grasping the sensitive inner 
surface of her long graceful legs, but there was nothing she could do about 
it. She stared unseeingly at his massive bloated cock which balanced 
obscenely between her splayed legs. She was willing to let her brain lose 
itself in oblivion, to ignore the unthinkable lewd assault that was taking 
place right in her own familiar bedroom. 

A long violent tremor shot through the young wife as she felt Chuck's 
fingers grazing once more against the palpitating nylon-covered mound of her 
vaginal fleece. Shudders spasmed through her voluptuous body as she felt his 
fingers grasp the flimsy elastic waistband of her panties, and then a wave 
of panic crashed over her as Chuck, with a quick tug, pulled the gossamer 
veil of protective fabric right off her cringing loins, with one swift 
gesture, piercing her last barrier of defense against his implacable, raging 
lust. 

"Chuck...!" she started to cry out, her voice breaking with the enormity of 
the act she was about to commit, when she abruptly stopped, her breath 
caught painfully in her throat, as she felt the first sensations of the hard 
rubbery head of the tennis pro's fully erect cock pushing against her 
trembling, moistening vagina. A cold shudder swept through her. I can't be 
doing this ... I just can't! 

A lewd pornographic image of herself dazzled her mind, blinding her rational 
thought; how she must look, nude and flat on her back, spreadeagled under 
this handsome man's purplish, unraised penis, her most private flesh exposed 
to the lascivious attentions of a complete stranger! 

Delia could feel the blood in her veins chill as she saw him guiding the 
angry red desire-hardened length of his pounding prick towards the small 
trembling opening to her body, and then, without hesitation, he surged 
forward, flexing his hips, driving into her cringing pussy, sinking his 
thick pulsating hardness almost to the hilt in her tenderly stretched 
vaginal entrance!" 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned helplessly as her 
long slender legs splayed and kicked out futilely on either side of Chuck's 
lean young frame. 

For a long moment, Chuck held it there, savoring the wildly exciting 
sensation of actually feeling his virile young cock sunk into the beautiful 
woman's heatedly resisting depths. Then he tightly clenched his teeth and, 
cupping the trembling mounds of her softly firm buttocks in his hard palms, 
he shoved forward, groaning savagely, forcing his long thick prick all the 
way to the hilt in Delia's throbbing cuntal sheath. 

"Nooooooo ... noooooooooo ... noooooooooooooooo," she whimpered, twisting 
her body in a futile attempt to escape the hard mass of his impaling member 
agonizingly buried in her soft interior. 

The full shock of her lewd position came home to her, the utter depravity 
and shame of lying helplessly in her own bed, her intimate depths filled by 
the obscene hardness of the almost stranger's penis, a man she barely knew! 
The twisted, bizarre quality of this outrage seemed to inflame her agonized 
brain and destroy the last reservoir of her resistance. 

The young tennis pro, had sensed something in her. She had been so stupid, 
so naive to invite this man into the house yesterday. For some reason she 
had not wanted to inform her husband of the advances made by this young man. 
I'm really as involved in this as he is, she thought. It was her own fault 
entirely that she had stumbled into a hopeless mire of sexual depravity. She 
felt hopelessly confused from the granite intrusion of Chuck's big, hard 
cock that slowly flexed deep in the buffeted, dryly resisting walls of her 
ravished cunt. There was no stopping him, and she didn't want to! Not 
really! Chuck slowly withdrew the long glistening column of his submerged 
organ, pulling against her dry clinging sheath, leaving only the thick, 
bloated head buried firmly in her burning cunt. 

Delia moaned involuntarily as her tortured cuntal walls closed behind his 
painful withdrawal, but her relief was only momentary, as Chuck, arching his 
back, his eyes blazing with uncontrolled lust, abruptly slammed his stiff, 
blood-engorged rod back into her tender, cringing vaginal mouth, far up into 
her tortured little belly, smashing the inflamed head against her distant 
cervix. He crammed the full length of his lust-distended member into her 
unblemished body in one swift stroke, his full dangling balls slapping 
against the tender smooth cheeks of her quavering backside. 

Abruptly, he withdrew, pulling his heavy bloated shaft of flesh out with 
agonizing slowness and then rammed immediately into her again, maintaining a 
powerful unbroken sawing rhythm in and out of the delicate membranes of her 
almost virginal cunt. With mounting excitement, he thrust into her, 
stretching the rubbery walls of her vagina and wringing more drops of 
lubrication along the battered channel of her hair-fringed cunt. 

"Oh Jesus, baby ... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," he gasped as his bulging eyes 
followed the progress of the long white length of his glistening cock, moist 
now from her unwilling secretions, pistoning into her soft blonde pubic 
triangles. His eyes widened as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the 
protective soft folds of flesh around her writhing cunt, drawing back with 
each outstroke, then being swallowed in again as he drove forward with a 
relentless sawing rhythm into her limp body. 

The tennis pro's driving hardness seemed to fill every recess of her 
violently agitated body; his lust-inflated cock expanded stroke by stroke, 
seeming to stretch the clamped walls of her burning sheath, whipping her 
battered genital tract into a tingling mass of throbbing nerve-endings. 

With his hands holding her down, Chuck kept fucking mercilessly between 
Delia's lewdly spread thighs, with deep hard strokes, cramming his long, 
palpitating prick to the thick stubby hilt each time on the instroke, and 
then pulling it all the way out until the heavy bulbous head alone was still 
submerged, until at last the lining of her inner cuntal walls was flowing 
with the unwished-for stream of her vaginal juices. 

"Aaaaauuuughghhh ... aaaaahhhhhh ... noooooooooooooo," she moaned 
helplessly, her head tossing from side to side, her body aching all over 
from the terrible throbbing thrusts between her legs. Her brain was dazed 
and reeling and her eyes stared vacantly ahead, wishing that it would soon 
end. What had prompted her to commit this terrible act? 

But even as the young wife lay there, her head filled with disgust for her 
act, the unbelievable happened! She recognized once again within herself the 
first signs of a low insidious betrayal to her higher moral self deep within 
her tortured, but rebellious body. 

Terrible as the realization was to her, a tiny flickering flame had been lit 
deep inside her helplessly resisting belly, and was grimly persisting, even 
spreading in a slow, smoldering combustion of desire within her own loins. 
It was terrible, unthinkable, but she was beginning to feel a kind of hot 
primitive urge building, building deep within her savagely assaulted cuntal 
region, a mindless, growing but still obscure desire, a raw need that was 
threatening to engulf her completely. 

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhh," Chuck suddenly groaned, a sudden 
vibrant thrill of delight shooting up from his cock as her moist warm sheath 
clutched at the thick inflated instrument. His loud coarse groan of pleasure 
seemed to trigger an instinctive response in Delia as his unfamiliar young 
voice flooded her confused consciousness with a ripple of lurid pleasure. 

For a long never-ending second, she wavered, teetering between reluctant 
tolerance and lewd submission ... and then, helplessly, irrevocably, she 
gave way to a tidal wave of lust, welling up from her heated vaginal 
channel. She felt herself falling, falling endlessly into a current of total 
surrender. 

"Ooohhhh ... yes ... mmmmmm ... yes...." she moaned, her voice husky and 
distorted with passionate arousal. Her entire body was slowly undulating as 
she thrust her now eager pelvis forward to meet the full force of her young 
lover's pistoning penis. Her softly quivering buttocks jiggled shamelessly 
with mounting excitement, and her wet glistening lips were curled lewdly to 
emit breathless mewls of undiluted pleasure. Her brilliantly clear blue eyes 
darkened with the smoldering haze of an unleashed sexual inferno and her 
whole body burning with the raging flames of absolute arousal, her brain 
crazed to the point of near insanity. She rocked and slapped wetly against 
Chuck's steel-sprung, pile driving cock, her heaving breasts smacking 
obscenely against the smooth hardness of his muscular chest. Her blonde hair 
flew back like a golden wave of water and she moaned like a wild woman, her 
lovely full sensual lips parted in ecstatic abandon. 

"Ooooohhh ... Chuck ... do it to me ... fuck me ... ooohhh. Yessss ... 
yesssss ... fuck meeeeeeeeee...." she crooned as her arms wrapped tightly 
around his young neck, and her nails dug savagely into his young back, her 
hands sliding desperately down to his muscular thrusting buttocks, forcing 
them harder and faster against the openly presented plane of her hungrily 
eager cunt. 

I knew it ... she's crazy for it ... she's really hot ... Chuck thought 
ecstatically as he continued to fuck frantically between her widely spread 
legs. He had no idea she'd be so turned on by his fucking ... he knew she 
wanted it ... but his woman was a raging inferno! She had fought against it 
in the beginning, acting all proud and shy, but she had succumbed, and now 
she was just like any other woman, dying to get fucked ... His thoughts ran 
on lasciviously as he continued to pound against her, lewd smacking noises 
resounding through the bedroom as she stretched her long tanned legs farther 
and farther apart, in a hungry effort to engulf all of his hot, plunging 
prick. She was a moaning mass of pure pleasure, every ounce of her 
perspiring body alive with tingling excitement. She thought she'd go out of 
her mind from the pure pleasure of fucking and being fucked half to death. 
She didn't know or care why, but she loved the cock of the young tennis pro. 
She had forgotten about everything, Paul, their problems everything, in the 
mad overpowering spasms of pleasure which were convulsing through her from 
the muscular athlete's wild, wanton fucking! 

"Delia ... babeeeeeee ... you sure know how to fuck ... wow!" Chuck panted 
admiringly as the quickening tempo of their love-making signalled their 
mutually approaching orgasms. 

"Jesus, Chuck ... don't stop ... harder ... fuck me ... harder!" Delia 
begged wildly, knowing that the full blasting force of her climax was just 
around the corner. 

Suddenly, her voice caught in a series of whimpering moans and her legs 
wrapped desperately around him as a deep violent explosion seemed to tear 
her apart. 

"Oh, Chuck ... my God ... I'm ... cummmmiinnnnnnnngggg ... 
ccccccuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg ... Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out, 
her voice hoarse, her pelvis jerking out of control as the gigantic 
detonation of her body-shattering orgasm struck her with the force of a 
bomb, disintegrating her flesh into single atoms of excruciating pleasure, 
lighting blaze after blaze of blinding light behind her wildly rolling 
eyes." 

"Aaaaaaauuuuuuugghhhh ... nnnnnnnngggggggggg," she continued to sob wildly 
as her, head flailed from side to side, her body quivering alive with 
mind-boggling sensations. Again and again, her long tanned form jerked and 
flailed like a puppet on a string as floods of unbelievable unexpected 
pleasure washed over her. She was a mindless mass of raw, screaming arousal, 
and she forgot to be frightened by the terrifying force of her orgasm. She 
had never known that cumming would be like this ... it was a completely 
different experience from that she usually had. It was miraculous and Chuck 
was the miracle worker! 

Dimly, through her orgasm-clouded brain, the rejoicing young blonde was 
aware of a powerful stiffening in her young lover's body, and then he was 
trembling from head to toe, his pelvis thrusting forcefully against her 
wildly kicking legs, raising her loins up off the ground from the force of 
his spasmodic pounding. 

"Aaaarrrhhhh ... uuunnnnggggg ... Delllaaaaaaaa ... babeeeeeee ... I'm there 
... I'm ... aaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhhh ... 
ccccuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg!!!" He was cumming too, shooting his 
white, rolling sperm deep and hard into her hungrily pulsing sheath of her 
eagerly waiting belly, sending jets of the precious liquid far, far up into 
the depths of her greedily welcoming interior. He continued to pump into her 
without let-up, filling her helplessly flooded little belly with more and 
more of his hot, foaming cum, until she felt filled all the way up to the 
insides of her breasts with his seething sperm. His orgasm seemed never 
ending as he ejaculated into her, the heated semen trickling pleasurably 
through her still quivering depths, until at last, his powerful young prick 
began to deflate, finally slipping ineffectively from the widely-stretched 
passage of her wetly pulsating pussy. 

It was almost night when Delia woke up. She was still stretched out naked on 
her back on the bed, her silky thighs, still moist from Chuck's sperm, 
lasciviously spread, and she was filled with such incredible exhaustions 
that it was an effort to close them. Was Paul home? Her first worried 
thought made her sit bolt upright, convulsed with fear, but after a minute, 
she was able to determine that there was no light or sound in the dark, 
empty house. She knew that she'd have to find the energy to drag herself to 
the bathroom, wash away the exterior signs as best as she could, of the 
young tennis pro's wild fucking, but that would have to come later. Right 
now, she couldn't move. Her entire body felt dead, her loins still tingling 
as a lewd reminder of her shameless orgasm. Shame and confusion flooded 
through her as she recalled how she had thrashed about in wanton abandon as 
Chuck poured his hot scalding cum far up into her depths, how she had 
actually climaxed from the young athlete's amazing lovemaking. It was almost 
impossible to believe, but it was true! She had actually succumbed to her 
basest impulses, had actually enjoyed the obscene coupling with an almost 
stranger. Delia began to suffer the agony of shame. She had enjoyed the 
illicit tryst, she a married woman! Sobs convulsed her quivering body as her 
dazed brain tried to grapple with her feelings. What could she do? What was 
to become of her? How could she live with herself after this? Overwhelmed by 
the realization of what had happened to her, and of how her body had 
betrayed her, Delia sobbed helplessly, giving vent to the pent-up feelings 
of her shattered emotions. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Paul and Lanie pulled up to the all night market. "I'm just going in to get 
some cigarettes," Paul said. 

"Get me an ice cream," the seventeen year old requested. "Okay." 

Paul went into the market he walked the back towards the ice cream cooler 
and stopped. God, that face looked really familiar. When the man turned 
around full face, Paul broke into a broad smile. 

"Chuck. Chuck Lawson. It's been years." 

"Jesus, man. Paul, I don't believe it, I haven't seen you since college," he 
said clasping his friend's arm. "God, what have you been up to? Still Mr. 
heavy Corporation lawyer?" 

"No. Believe it or not I have my own agency. I'm a talent agent. You know 
Allison Jarvis? I'm her agent and I have a whole stable full of entertainers 
... you still in business administration?" 

Chuck laughed. "No, man, I kind of dropped out of that scene. I'm a tennis 
pro, now. I've been in Puerto Rico at a tennis camp for the last couple of 
years. Couldn't cut that nine to five routine. I'm working for the city, the 
parks and recreation department. Sort of a jock civil servant." 

"Same old Chuck," Paul chuckled. "How's your sex life ... did you get 
married or anything?" 

"Nah ... that's not my trip at all. I'm into hanging loose. I don't want any 
of that mortgage, two car garage shit. The way things are now, I can just 
throw my toothbrush and my racquet in a bag and split. That's the way I want 
things. Right now, I'm playing around with a married lady, so everything's 
cool. How about you?" 

"I got married about six years ago. Gorgeous woman but things haven't been 
exactly too cool lately." 

"Yeah. I can imagine. I can't imagine myself ever being with anyone for six 
years." 

The two men were the only shoppers at that time. Chuck glanced around out 
the window and saw the beautiful young redhead sitting in the car. "Jesus, 
Paul. That's not your old lady, is it? What did you do catch her outside the 
elementary school?" 

"No, that's not my wife. She's a hot little seventeen year old who's anxious 
to break into show business." 

"And you're anxious to break into her pants?" 

"Listen. That kid came on to me, believe it or not." 

"I believe it. I've had some incredible scenes with all the little groupies 
that hang around the tennis courts." 

An .idea suddenly popped into Paul's mind. What if Chuck and his wife ... 
No, it was too far out ... but Chuck was a great guy ... he'd always -liked 
him in college ... he had a great body ... and a great cock ... what if that 
big cock found its way into his wife's cunt? That was a scene he'd love to 
see ... maybe it would get Delia out of her doldrums ... maybe she needed 
some new meat too ... look what it had done for him being with that fabulous 
seventeen year old ... almost before he had time to formulate a subtle plan, 
it was out of his mouth.... 

"Chuck, you know you've always been known for your sexual prowess ... even 
in high school.... 

I wonder if you could do me a favor ... this is a little off the wall, 
granted," Paul stumbled on. 

"What is man? I'm pretty open...." 

"Well the thought just flashed in my head that since I'm having such a great 
time fucking around, maybe my wife would too. She's kind of shy in that 
direction but maybe you could ... I know she has the potential but somehow 
the fuse seems to have fizzled out ... maybe you could...." 

"Sure man ... I'll give it the old college try ... how am I supposed to 
arrange it ... Good morning, madam, I'm your friendly neighborhood surrogate 
sex partner ... would you like to fuck for a couple of hours ... our rates 
are flexible and can be suspended altogether...." 

"Come on. Be serious. Maybe you could just drop in on her and say you're an 
old friend from college. Go over during the day. I'm sure you can think of 
something after that. I mean, in college you could make it with a crippled 
nun ... What do you say?" 

"Okay. I'm up for it. What's your wife's name and address? Are you going to 
be watching? Do I detect a bit of a voyeur in my old college buddy?" 

"Yeah, I would like to watch ... Why don't you go over tomorrow morning ... 
her name is Delia, and here's the address," Paul said, handing him a card. 

Chuck almost dropped the bottle of wine he was holding. Jesus Christ. The 
woman he had just fucked this very afternoon was his friend's wife and now 
... now he was actually asking him to fuck her ... This was the most amazing 
coincidence! Sure he'd fuck Delia again ... couldn't wait ... and under the 
auspices of her husband ... It was too fucking much! Better not tip my cards 
though, he thought. I'll just let Paul chink he's running the show.... 

"What if I took someone else with me ... sometimes women like a three-way, 
you know?" 

"Well ... I don't know ... Delia's kind of shy ... but if you think...." 

"I'll just play it by ear ... maybe she'll have two college roommates of 
yours visiting her tomorrow morning...." 

"This has all happened so fast ... I'll leave for the office in the morning 
and park over on the next block and come back through the garage so I can 
watch it all...." 

"Okay man ... see you later ... I mean you'll see me later," Chuck roared. 

* * * 

Delia took another sip of her coffee, and lit another cigarette. She knew 
that during the last few days, she was drinking so much coffee and smoking 
so many cigarettes that it felt like all her nerves were sitting on her 
skin. But she didn't know how she'd have gotten through the long endless 
hours otherwise. And with Paul working so much lately and such odd hours, 
the days were doubly long. For some reason the woman from the office over at 
the tennis courts had told her the lessons were going to be cancelled for a 
week. 

Since she had made her decision not to be so compulsive around the house, 
there really wasn't much to give her any kind of satisfaction. She couldn't 
seem to focus on anything. Countless times during the day and lonely 
evenings she'd open a book or a magazine, or turn on the television, and 
then after a few minutes, she'd have forgotten all about whatever it was, 
and would be staring into space ... thinking about Chuck! The young tennis 
pro had even invaded her dreams, appearing in different forms to taunt her 
and make love to her! It was only a few days since she'd met him ... but her 
guilt-ridden brain made it seem like years. 

She had told herself, over and over again, that it wasn't her fault, that 
she couldn't help what happened, that Chuck had really initiated everything, 
but she couldn't forget how she had enjoyed it, how she had ended up sobbing 
out the most fulfilling orgasm she'd ever had ... she just couldn't banish 
from her remorse-stricken brain the image of her own naked sweat-filmed body 
flailing abandonedly under Chuck's deep hard thrusts. Her own shrill cries 
of orgasm still sounded eerily in her ears and she could feel the spasms of 
pleasure which surged through when she climaxed. She just couldn't forget 
how she had succumbed to the wild fucking of the illicit, adulterous 
encounter with Chuck! She couldn't make herself believe that it was anything 
but her own fault. After all, if she had acted in a reasonable way at the 
time that the tennis pro drove her home then none of this would have 
happened. 

The young wife blamed herself for not telling her husband the first time 
Chuck had made a pass at her. Now she just couldn't tell him. She was not 
even sure that she had not subconsciously gone out that fateful morning she 
had happened on the tennis courts to find a man! The beautiful blonde was so 
frustrated that day ... But now the whole business had gone too far. It 
would help so much to be able to tell someone about her dilemma but there 
was no one to tell. Even if she had unburdened herself to Paul at this late 
stage, confessed everything, she'd still have to tell him about her reaction 
to the illicit fucking. 

She'd have to tell her own husband that she'd revelled in the lewd coupling 
with another man! Her cheeks burned as she thought of his reaction, of what 
he would think of her. Maybe it would be the end of their marriage. It was 
on pretty shaky ground as it was! 

The beautiful blonde tried to channel her thoughts into more productive 
lines, tried to think of what her next stop would be. And yet she dreaded 
looking into the future. 

There were so many possibilities ... each one worse than the other. The best 
thing she knew, would be to forget about the whole thing ... chalk it off as 
a bad experience ... forget it ever happened. But could she? In the first 
place how could she write off as a bad experience the most incredible fuck 
she had ever had? She knew deep in her heart that she couldn't. The act had 
left an indelible mark on her psyche, and she knew she'd always remember it. 
But there was more to it than that. She couldn't deny, that for the first 
time in her life, she was totally and absolutely aroused by the sexual act! 
That was the plain truth, and she had to face it, sooner or later, no matter 
what the implications were. No matter what kind of woman it proved her to 
be. 

What if I never see Chuck again? That was the question she asked herself 
over and over. If he never appeared in her life again, then in a way, her 
problems would be solved. There would be no fear of the same thing happening 
a second time, no chance of Paul finding out. The memory would be just that, 
obliterated with time. She could find some other tennis court. But could she 
live the rest of her life without fully experiencing that incredible, 
arousing feeling, of climaxing fully and simultaneously with a man? 

Could she? 

Was it possible? 

"I don't know ... I don't know ... what's happening to me?" she cried aloud 
suddenly, burying her face in her hands. It was too much for her. She just 
couldn't face it alone. If only there was someone she could confide in.... 

She finished her coffee and then stood up and turned toward the kitchen, 
determined to fix herself a drink. Coffee isn't doing it for me. I need 
something stronger, she thought desperately. I've got to pull myself 
together, she thought, moving towards the kitchen. 

"Hi, baby!" 

Delia's head jerked up and her eyes widened in horror and surprise, mingled 
with disbelief when she saw the figure standing in the doorway. 

"Chuck!" she whispered, trembling from a mixture of dread and gladness. 

"Hey Delia ... I come over to see how you're doing and I brought a friend," 
the tennis pro smiled, gesturing to a stocky athletically built dark-haired 
man standing beside him. Delia figured that he was about the same age as 
Chuck and he was wearing a warm-up suit just like Chuck. Delia felt a shiver 
ripple through her. But she forced herself to be calm, because it was 
obvious that Chuck was in a friendly, conciliatory mood and was acting as if 
nothing had happened between them and this was just as social visit with one 
of his pupils. 

"Why don't you guys sit in the living room and I'll bring you in some coffee 
... or would you prefer beer?" Delia asked suddenly feeling much better. Now 
at least I won't be alone for today tortured by guilt, she told herself. She 
felt almost happy as she brought in some beer and pretzels to the living 
room, and rationalized that what happened with Chuck was a mistake. This is 
just a social visit, she smiled to herself. 

The two tennis players accepted the beer with alacrity and Delia herself had 
one, too. She knew it was early in the day but what difference did it make? 
She felt happier now sitting with the two handsome athletes, sipping beer 
and munching chips, and joining in with their conversation. Not that they 
were talking a lot; in fact, what they said was mostly in the nature of 
esoteric humour between them, but Delia didn't feel left but. It was enough 
that they had called on her and were now in her living-room. Gradually, her 
worries about what happened with Chuck faded. It was all a terrible mistake, 
something that wouldn't happen again, and she was right not to tell Paul 
about it. When she noticed that all the beer was gone, she went to the 
kitchen to get some more. She was aware that there was a light feeling in 
her head from drinking so early in the day, but she felt pleasantly 
carefree. Things were working out after all ... now all her worries were 
over. 

"Here you go guys," she called gaily setting down some more beer. 

"Well, I'm glad everything is nice and light," Chuck said, "I like 
everything to be nice and loose ... no heavy shit." 

"You told me that when you guys fucked it was fabulous," Bobby said to his 
friend. 

Delia froze, her mouth going dry. Her heart was beating so loudly that she 
was sure they must hear, but she didn't say anything. She wanted to gather 
her thoughts, to say something that wouldn't betray her hysteria, yet at the 
same time pass over the incident lightly if she could. But she was having 
difficulty thinking: her brain didn't seem to function properly; even the 
two figures still seated on the couch seemed to swim before her. 

"Now Chuck, let's forget about that, okay? You know it was all a 
mistake...." The words spilled from her in a brittle voice, and they weren't 
what she intended to say at all. 

"Forget about it?" he said softly. No, baby, I'm not going to forget that I 
fucked you, and you're not going to either!" 

"Please Chuck...." she glanced imploringly at him and then at his friend, 
Bobby. 

"Oh don't worry about Bobby," Chuck said. "He knows all about it." 

"Yeah, honey. I'm a big boy now. I can handle that stuff." Don't worry about 
old Bobby. I just came over to watch." 

Delia listened to his words, a Fiery blush reddening her cheeks. What had 
Chuck been saying? Had he told his friend about how he had made love to her? 
Was it common knowledge around the tennis courts? 

"Chuck, what does Bobby mean?" she finally gasped. She just had to know for 
certain just what Chuck had told his friend. 

"About what honey?" 

"You know about watching." 

"Oh that!" Chuck replied. "Well, I just mentioned that he could hang around 
while we were fucking! You know, add to the fun!" 

"Dear god!" Delia couldn't help gasping. She just couldn't believe it. It 
was impossible that the tennis pro had actually planned to bring his friend 
along to watch ... casually assuming that he could make love to her again! 
It was just too much to comprehend! 

"Chuck, I think it's time you left, right away!" she said in as cold a voice 
as possible, desperately trying to keep the tone even, afraid of betraying 
her underlying emotions. Maybe they were just joking anyway. 

"Hey, Delia, cool it," Chuck drawled staying exactly where he was. 

"I'm going to call the police if you don't leave!" 

Both men roared with laughter. "What's so funny about that?" she faltered, 
feeling herself to be rapidly losing ground, as neither of the men made a 
move to leave. 

"Picture how it will look to the cops, Delia," Chuck explained. "You make a 
complaint about us, but here we are, drinking your beer and eating your 
chips. Anybody can see we've been here quite a while ... how are you going 
to explain that? And how would you explain it to your husband?" The young 
tennis pro had to laugh to himself. Here her husband had actually planned 
the whole thing. He had concocted that story about the old college friends 
routine but Paul didn't know that he had already met his wife. He hoped that 
Paul had not arrived yet so he wouldn't know about the deception. Ah, what 
the hell did it matter, he thought. It all came out the same in the end. 

Delia knew he was right. It would be incongruous to report that she was 
being threatened. It would be ridiculous. And anyway she never would have 
called the police in a hundred years. 

"What if my husband comes home?" she said feebly, hoping that her ruse would 
work. 

"Come on Delia, don't give me that!" Chuck said evenly, looming closer to 
her. "You know as well as I do that he won't be home." 

"How do you know?" Delia said miserably, hope dying inside her. She played 
desperately for time, hoping to sidetrack the two men. 

"I just know that's all, honey," Chuck laughed, suddenly reaching for her, 
and before she had time to move, he was kissing her, holding her head back, 
his slippery wet tongue darting between her teeth and probing moistly at her 
own quivering lingual organ. She tried to struggle, to release herself from 
his hold, but she knew that it was hopeless. And the other question was, did 
she really want to? Even with his friend watching ... just to be in Chuck's 
arms again ... Oh god, she wished the ground would just open up and swallow 
her. It was more than she could take. What a fool she was, being friendly to 
them. She might have known what they wanted! 

At last, she felt his arms slacken around her and she jerked her head away. 

"How did you like it?" Chuck asked cockily. 

Delia just sat there for a long moment as though turned to stone, staring at 
him, unable to believe what was happening. And then as if through a fog, 
Chuck pushed her down to the carpet. She could see Bobby still sitting on 
the couch observing the whole thing and she tried to shut off the image of 
his leering face smacking his lips in anticipation. Before she could move, 
Chuck was there beside her pulling at her clothes. 

"Just be nice ... you want it ... just like the other time," Chuck chanted 
soothingly," as he pulled the material of her blouse, revealing the black 
lace of her bra. With one little tug, he yanked it away, freeing the satiny 
rounded orbs of her quivering breasts. Instinctively, Delia wrapped her arms 
around herself in a protective gesture, but it was futile. Still looking 
amused, Chuck continued to pull at her clothes, taking off her skirt, until 
she was lying there, clad only in a pair of brief black panties. Chuck stood 
over her, his eyes racing wildly over the full voluptuous curves of her 
soft, silky body, excited by the sight of her trembling naked flesh, his 
breath accentuated by his mounting passion. 

Delia cringed under his gaze and a cold shiver iced through her. There was 
nothing she could do.... 

The young wife jerked back involuntarily when she felt Chuck's hand on her 
shoulder and he did not miss her movement. His fingers tightened on the soft 
flesh and he pulled her forward, turning her face downwards on the carpet. 
His hands ran lewdly over her soft, naked body, and she tried to stop 
herself from the feelings that were invading her. Why did he have to bring 
his friend? If only ... but any thought was wrong ... whether he had his 
friend or not she was a married woman! 

Dimly, she was aware of Chuck's hands on her hips, easing down her panties, 
baring the softly quivering globes of her smooth little backside. 

"Man, what a hot tight little ass!" Bobby whispered suddenly, and Delia knew 
that he was staring at her naked body, kneeling only a few feet away. 

"You said it!" Chuck agreed, his hands kneading the soft-skinned flesh, 
pulling the tanned ovaled mounds apart revealing the dark crevice nestled 
between them. She squirmed under his obscene probing, shame flooding through 
her. His fingers were like probes in the soft doughy flesh, and she thought 
she would die from embarrassment with his touch. 

"What are you going to do, Chuck?" Bobby hissed excitedly, his eyes staring 
out of his head at the sight of the beautiful young wife stretched out naked 
in front of him. 

"Just wait and see!" Chuck laughed, suddenly tightening his grip on her hips 
and levering her upwards, forcing her to balance herself on her knees. She 
remained there for a moment, on all fours, her breasts dangling down, her 
face burning in shame and embarrassment until Chuck once more pushed her 
head downwards and tightened the grip on her hips. Again she made contact 
with the rug on the floor while her buttocks waved obscenely in the air. Her 
hair was loose around her head, completely obscuring her face, and she was 
glad, because that way they couldn't see the embarrassment etched plainly on 
her crimsoned face. Nothing in her wildest dreams could prepare her for the 
overwhelming shame of having someone watch her when she was in this lewd 
crouching position, completely naked. She couldn't believe it was really 
happening to her. Events had moved too swiftly for her to comprehend, and 
she had given up trying. She was going to have to try and pretend Bobby 
wasn't there. 

In spite of herself, she whimpered as Chuck's hands continued to knead the 
rounded whiteness of her quivering buttocks, twisting and squeezing the 
globes of soft yielding flesh with growing lust. 

At that moment, Paul let himself in through the garage and was situated in 
the doorway of the room, open-mouthed. Jesus, Chuck didn't waste any time, 
he thought as he gazed with disbelief at his wife completely naked on all 
fours on their living room floor. A small involuntary jerk lurched from his 
loins. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh," Delia sobbed out suddenly as she felt the 
lewd wet contact of Chuck's long wet tongue on her naked cringing flesh, 
sweeping the length of the crinkled dark crevice between the ovaled cushions 
of her buttocks. She squirmed weakly, having no strength or desire to 
resist, yet unable to bear this final act, this perverse oral caressing. It 
was disgusting, sick ... and she moaned again as Chuck continued to slaver 
his thick pink tongue along the sorely stretched anal crack. 

His fingers tightened unbearably once more on the futilely resisting 
ass-cheeks, levering them apart, revealing the darkness of her tightly 
clenched back channel. Chuck stared at the puckered little ring, and then, 
without preamble, he raised his forefinger and jabbed lasciviously at the 
secret ring, probing and prodding until at last, he managed to insert it to 
the first knuckle in the tight, rubbery orifice. 

Paul was startled. What was Chuck going to ... '! What he thinking about. .? 

"No ... Chuck ... not that ... stop," Delia pleaded helplessly, her entire 
body frozen at the premonition of things to come. Shock flooded through her 
in rising tides of increasing intensity, and she thought that her entire 
spinal column was on fire from his illicit penetration. Even if her brain 
could direct her paralyzed body to move, she couldn't because Chuck's free 
hand continued to probe relentlessly into the soft whiteness of her nether 
cheeks, immobilizing her. 

"Chuck no...." she cried again as she felt the tennis pro's finger worm its 
way into her tight, resisting passage, stretching the virginal rectal sheath 
unbearably. Delia's thoughts were a jumbled miasma of confusion. Why 
couldn't he do it the other way? This was perverted! And worst of all ... 
his friend was watching the whole thing! There was no telling how Delia 
would have reacted if she had known that crouched in the doorway, another 
figure was observing the scene with salacious interest. Her own husband! 

"Do it, Chuck, ram your finger into her asshole!" Bobby suddenly cried and 
Delia felt new embarrassment wash over her at the thought that Chuck's 
friend was now directing this obscene sinful act. The dark-haired man was 
kneeling there on the floor beside them, calmly watching as Chuck inserted 
his finger into her asshole! With a lustful grunt, Chuck squirmed his finger 
further, deeper into her pain-wracked back passage, burying it to the hilt 
in her virginal rectum. For a moment, Delia was frozen with excruciating 
discomfort, a victim to Chuck's complete bestiality, and then with something 
akin to relief, she was aware of the man withdrawing his thick stubby 
finger, allowing her sorely-stretched anal sheath to revert back to its 
normal tightness. Hope kindled inside the distraught woman. Maybe now he'll 
do it of me the right way! But that tiny ray of light was soon quenched as 
Chuck once more spread the flaccid moons of her cowering tight little ass, 
until Delia thought she'd go mad. He was straining her backside beyond 
belief and she thought that he'd tear her in two. In the back of her mind, 
she heard the bzzzzzz of a lowering zipper, and then Chuck called out. 

"Hey, Bobby, look at that!" 

Delia couldn't help it! Instinct made her turn her head so that she could 
see behind her, and then she wished she hadn't. She could see the big 
swollen length of the handsome man's fully erect penis, cupped lewdly in his 
free hand, the head angry red and throbbing obscenely with barely suppressed 
lust! 

Delia was not the only one staring at the gigantic lust-bloated cock. Paul 
was beside himself at the sight of it throbbing angrily in his friend's 
hand. It was just like he remembered it from locker room days. Chuck was the 
best hung guy at school and Paul could not help from being a little envious. 
How many times had he seen that naked cock and now it appeared that the 
gargantuan organ was going to be stuffed into his wife's asshole! His own 
cock was stirring wildly inside his pants at the sight of Chuck and Paul and 
he knew that he would soon have his own member out. 

A cold wave of apprehension engulfed Delia and her heart turned to stone 
inside her. Even her blood seemed to run cold as she cringed, her mind 
refusing to focus on what was happening. It was too terrible to even think 
about. The young wife was in a kind of numb limbo as she felt the huge 
burgeoning head pressing against the split of her nether cheeks, felt the 
straining lobes of soft flesh being forced even further apart, felt the 
harsh unyielding nudging of his lust-hardened cock against her weakly 
resisting anal crevice. For a moment, he held it there, spreading the 
ass-cheeks wide, pressuring the crinkled dark ring of her cowering rectum 
with abrasively hard jabs. Suddenly, Delia could stand it no longer. She 
tried to fight against the realization that was dawning inside her, but it 
was no use. It was obvious what he had in mind, but she just couldn't stand 
it." 

"No ... Chuck please ... nnooooooooooooooooo," she shrieked wildly, waving 
her upraised buttocks desperately in a futile attempt to dislodge her 
imprisoned body from his iron grip. But her resistance only seemed to goad 
the lust-crazed tennis pro on, just like it had the other time when they had 
done it the "right way." With a grunt he pushed against the tight, 
unyielding sphincter. 

"Relax, baby," he commanded, raising her hopes that it wouldn't hurt as he 
held the soft smoothness of her buttocks and pushed relentlessly against the 
tiny dark hole of her anus. But Delia couldn't still the quivering and 
shaking in her body. No one had entered her back there ... ever! 

With an animalistic grunt, Chuck lunged forward, determined to sodomize the 
young wife. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh ... noooooo." Delia's shriek rang out as she 
felt the first stabs of penetration, and fingers of steel prodded her 
trembling flesh. 

"Chuck ... nooooooooooooooooooo," she cried out again, blinded by lights in 
front of her eyes which enveloped her and blanked out everything but the 
realization that Chuck's massive blood-engorged penis had penetrated her 
rectum! She tried to cry out again, tried to beg him to stop, but no words 
came. Her mouth worked grotesquely as she tried to scream. She tried to 
move, but she couldn't. She was completely immobilized by his anal 
penetration, a victim of his unexpected sodomy. 

Chuck stared down in lustful satisfaction at his driving shaft, the huge 
rubbery head of which was just barely imbedded in the young wife's tightly 
resisting rectum, and his lips bared in a smile. This was far better than 
anything else. He knew she'd come around to it in a few moments. She was 
really hot as a firecracker! 

Paul was almost out of his mind with the scene laid before him. There 
kneeling on the floor being fucked in the ass by a friend of his was his own 
beautiful wife. Near them was one of Chuck's friends. It was too amazing and 
Paul himself was becoming aroused out of control. He would like to have 
jumped into the tableau himself but he didn't want to freak his wife out 
even more. There'd be time for that ... later. 

Delia kept moaning. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, 
that she was actually hunched over in a lewd, naked position, while Chuck's 
thick hard cock sunk deeper and deeper into her sorely abused asshole. This 
tennis pro was actually sodomizing her! 

At last, with a deep almost incoherent grunt, Chuck surged forward again 
with all his pent-up strength and finally managed to sink the pulsating 
hardness of his pistoning prick to the hilt in her rubberily yielding anal 
depths. 

"No ... stop it ... you're killing me!" Delia cried out, completely and 
hopelessly skewered by the young man's impaling penis, her thighs and 
buttocks swept aside and lewdly upraised to accommodate the huge fleshy 
hardness of his mammoth member. 

"Jesus, man, I can't believe your fucking her in the ass!" Bobby suddenly 
chimed in, as if unable to believe the evidence of his own eyes. His mouth 
was hanging open, and saliva was flecked at the corners of his lips. His 
eyes were bulging and staring as he took in the lascivious sight, still 
unable to believe that it was really happening. He knew that Chuck was a big 
mover with women but this ...! 

The last vestiges of pretense about what was happening were swept from Delia 
at the sound of Bobby's obscene remark. It was as if the act, finally put 
into crude, vile words, was certified as actually taking place ... up till 
now, a tiny part of her brain refused to believe that it was an actual fact. 
Now there was no doubt. Chuck was plundering her virginal asshole, While his 
friend looked on excitedly! The will to resist crumpled inside Delia, and 
she knew that from now on, she wouldn't protest, she wouldn't object, no 
matter what happened! 

Slowly, Chuck began to withdraw his thick sodomizing cudgel, drawing it out 
painful until just the turgid burgeoning head was still -rimmed by the 
rubbery sphincter, and then surging forward again, not so slowly this time, 
as her overpowered rectal membrane acquiesced before the thundering rod of 
pulsing flesh, allowing it to plunge forward unimpeded. Carefully, he began 
a slow, rhythmic fucking, as her rectal sheath gradually became accustomed 
to the unnatural intrusion, and he began to slide in and out of her, burying 
his hardened shaft right to the hilt in the hotly clinging channel of her 
anus, and then retracting it almost all the way, before plummeting forward 
again, the lust-bloated sac of his scrotum slapping lewdly below against the 
tender revealed flesh of her cringing little pussy. 

Delia was beyond all rational feeling. She just hunched there, detached from 
the violation of her backside, resigned to the ass-fucking she was receiving 
from the tennis pro, only wishing that it would all be over soon. She had 
never dreamed that such a thing could happen to her. It was bad enough to be 
fucked by a stranger ... but in the ass ... it was too incredible! How could 
she face anyone, even Paul, after what had happened to her. 

Chuck continued to screw in and out of Delia's painfully abused rectum, 
exhilarated by his ecstatic feelings, exulting in the strange sensation of 
fucking this beautiful, married woman in the ass. And the most incredible 
part of the whole thing was that her husband had asked him to do it as a 
favor! A favor! Jesus Christ, I would have done it anyway, Chuck thought. 

As Delia crouched there in her naked position, the numbness gradually 
cleared, relieving her of the gnawing discomfort but she realized with a 
mounting feeling of horror, that it was being replaced with something far 
more insidious. At first she couldn't, wouldn't believe it, but the truth 
was obvious. She tried to fight it, to resist with all her remaining will, 
but it was stronger than her. There was no denying the little wisps of 
forbidden pleasure that were beginning to curl around inside the depths of 
her helplessly aroused little belly. She was beginning to be turned on to 
his assfucking!!!! 

"No ... no ... no...! her brain screamed in silent protest, but it was no 
use. She was actually beginning to enjoy the perverse sodomy! Desperately, 
she tried to fight the surges of wild mounting pleasure spasming through 
her, tried to conceal the small answering thrusts that were beginning in her 
pelvis, tried to still the deep rhythmic churning that was beginning in her 
loins, but she couldn't. She just couldn't hide any longer the fact that she 
was becoming aroused by the anal penetration of the young tennis pro! 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh ... aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she moaned suddenly between 
clenched teeth, unable to contain herself as her buttocks screwed back on 
Chuck's pile-driving penis and her sinewy inner muscle contracted eagerly 
around his pistoning cock as it withdrew, increasing the pleasure he was 
feeling a thousandfold." 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, giving herself over completely to 
the incredible thrills of excitement cavorting through her. She was beyond 
caring now. All that mattered were the wonderful sweeps of pleasure brushing 
over her, all that was of importance was answering Chuck's deep arousing 
thrusts with responsive spasms of her own. 

"Jesus Christ ... she loves it ... she loves being fucked in the ass ... 
look at her. .!" Bobby shrilled excitedly, unable to believe that she was 
responding to his friend's unnatural fucking. 

Paul could scarcely believe it himself. His wife was a different woman 
grinding and humping on the floor as that rampant ramrod plunged in and out 
of her asshole. His own wife ... enjoying being assfucked! It was too much! 

Chuck was beside himself with joy. This was the ultimate; something he 
hadn't dreamed about. She was actually loving being sodomized and he had 
done it. And ... he had an audience to witness his prowess. He loved the 
thought of Bobby and Paul both gaping at his enormous rod skewering in and 
out and bringing pleasure to this beautiful blonde. Delia was moaning 
continuously now, swinging her softly flaring buttocks backward to receive 
his deep hard thrusts and then clenching tightly to prolong the ecstasy of 
his withdrawal. 

"Aaaahhhh ... oooohhh ... yesss ... yessssssssssssssss," she chanted as she 
became consumed with the flames of fiery passion, lost in a world of sensual 
pleasure. She didn't care about her wanton behavior, she didn't care that 
she was actually enjoying a disgusting, perverted act ... the important 
thing was that she was totally and helplessly aroused, excited beyond belief 
by being fucked, yes, fucked in the ass by a young man ... not her husband 
... while his friend voyeuristically observed everything! Yes, she enjoyed 
the idea of being a spectacle like this, of having a witness to her 
unabashed lust. A wild pleasure-feeling joy whipped her into greater frenzy 
and made her jerk and thrash her body backwards, her full rounded breasts 
dancing beneath her, her head flailing from side to side like a blonde wave 
of satin. She was being lifted hieher and higher, tossed around by stronger 
and stronger gales of excitement, and she knew that she was going to cum 
soon, was going to climax from being taken anally. And she could hardly 
wait. This was ecstasy un-like any other, more intense, more enjoyable 
because she had an audience. She loved this new experience! audience. She 
loved this new experience! 

"Chuck . .'. oh Chuck . .'. I'm almost there...!" she sobbed harshly, 
desperately striving to reach the epitome of her forbidden pleasure. And 
then, suddenly, a deep, strangled moan escaped from her throat, and her body 
was heavy with a thousand different wracking spasms of passionate arousal. 

"Christ almighty! Paul was beyond arousal now. His wife was going to cum 
from being fucked in the ass. He never would have believed it but his own 
giant cock pumping wildly in his now sweating palm said that it was true. He 
was going to cum too! Come in unison with his wife and she didn't even know 
it! 

"Aaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh ... Chuck.... 

I'm ... cuuummmiiinnnggg...." 

Delia's body was electrified by a million volts of excruciating pleasure, 
shooting white hot thrills of joy into every pore as she shook and quivered, 
her pelvis thrusting back rhythmically clenching and unclenching feverishly 
on Chuck's driving prick. She was in heaven, reaching the utmost limits of 
physical pleasure, overpowered by the sensations coursing through her as she 
gave herself over completely to her climax, accepting her position, giving 
over her body in exchange for this delirious experience. 

Chuck couldn't hold back any longer. He was goaded beyond bearing by Delia's 
wild frenetic orgasm and he had to cum too. His own pleasure was heightened 
by his pleasure giving to this writhing woman and it was an added ego trip 
that he had her husband and one of his friends watching. 

"Jesus ... I'm there ... I'm ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... cuuummmiiinnnggg!" he 
shouted suddenly as his body tightened like a bowstring and then began to 
pound feverishly against Delia's wilting body, shooting the full force of 
his white scalding liquid into her wide-stretched depths, pouring it into 
every crease and crevice of her widely-flared back channel, filling her 
hungrily-welcoming belly with his seething male sperm. It seemed never 
ending, his jet of foaming fluid, as he pumped frantically into her, and his 
erupting pleasure was increased as he caught a glimpse of Bobby staring with 
lust-glazed eyes at the lascivious scene, tormented with jealousy and 
wracked with admiration for Chuck. 

At last, he felt his still quivering prick begin to deflate inside her 
forever-stretched rectal sheath and it finally began to slip from her wet, 
drenched passage. Delia herself was gasping on the carpet, her body heaving, 
her eyes smoking with pleasure, her thighs lewdly spread in an attitude of 
abandoned nonchalance, her flesh tingling with wanton hedonistic delight, 
her being surrendered irrevocably to the pleasures of her body. 

How could she know that her husband had just cum in a steady stream in theri 
hallway watching her climaxing from being fucked in the ass? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Delia was eased out of her peaceful relaxed daze by a strange nudging at her 
mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise, and for a moment, couldn't focus on 
anything. Little by little, what had happened came back to her, and she 
recalled how she had climaxed so ecstatically from Chuck's anal fucking. 
Even yet, a tingle still remained somewhere in her loins, and she stretched 
out luxuriantly, still unwilling to come back to stark reality. But there 
was that unfamiliar nudging again. 

"Baby, open your eyes...." an unfamiliar voice, that sounded somehow ominous 
was insisting. Delia turned in the direction and then drew in her breath 
sharply at what she saw. It was a big lust-hardened penis, only inches away 
from her mouth, the hard rubbery head hungrily pulsing, the long thick shaft 
quivering with palpitating passion. For a moment, Delia stared at it as if 
mesmerized, and then her eyes slowly travelled upwards and saw Bobby staring 
down at her, his eyes dilated with lascivious desire, the tip of his pink 
wet tongue running eagerly over his dry lips. Delia's startled gaze returned 
to the huge throbbing member in front of her, drawn as though by magic to 
the lust-bloated protuberance. It was like a being with an entity of its 
own, tremblingly alive and possessed of a lewd passion of its own. 

"I want you to suck it, baby ... I want you to suck my cock...!" The dry, 
hoarse words etched themselves on Delia's brain, instilling themselves on 
her consciousness. To suck his cock...! She had always thought of such an 
act as disgusting, somehow perverted ... she had certainly foiled any 
attempts of her husband's to get her to do it. But was it? She was reviewing 
things in a different light now. After all, she had just experienced 
something which she had always thought normal people didn't indulge in, and 
yet, she had not only succumbed, she had actually enjoyed it to the extent 
of climaxing intensely. Her ideas of right and wrong had dissolved that 
moment when she had recognized the beginnings of pleasure in her 
confusion-wracked body. Was it now the time to evaluate new values? The 
seconds ticked by, Delia's brain grappling with her jumbled thoughts, when 
suddenly, before she had a chance to act, Bobby had forced his thick 
blood-inflated member between her lips, was forcing it far back in her 
throat! 

"Oh god...." he moaned as her lips closed automatically around the pulsating 
hardness of it, and her wet pink tongue came into searing contact with his 
palpitating male flesh. For a moment, Delia was stunned, taken completely 
off guard by Bobby's sudden movement, and then she discovered, that it felt 
good! It actually tasted good having a prick in her mouth ... surprisingly 
good! Tentatively, she moved her ovaled lips up and down the rigid 
blood-filled length of it, her tongue dabbling cautiously at the hard 
burgeoning head. The softness of her lips contrasted strangely with the 
lust-engorged firmness of his shaft, and she felt a little thrill cavort 
through her. She was actually sucking a man's cock ... and it felt good! 

Her full curved lips closed in even tighter around the pulsing circumference 
and her tongue played eagerly at the entrapped head, licking hungrily at the 
hard, spongy surface, deftly flicking at the tiny glans opening at the tip, 
expertly titillating the thick webbed underside, feeling the pulsing of the 
racing blood as it coursed there through the pounding ramrod of flesh. 

"MMmmmm ... uuuuuummmmmm ... your mouth feels so good sucking my prick...." 
Bobby gasped between clenched teeth as his hands reached up and pulled her 
face further down on his jerking member. Gaining confidence, Delia reached 
up and grasped the thick stubby base, holding the palpitating member in 
place while she ran her long wet tongue up and down the strong, vibrant 
length of it, dipping into the dark matted mass of pubic wisps, coating it 
with her warm saliva. Teasingly, she nibbled at the sensitively squirming 
flesh, eliciting moans of exquisite pleasure from the desire-tortured young 
man, dropping still further to wash his writhing sperm-bloated balls with 
the saliva of love. Delia eagerly warmed to her task, revelling in this new 
pleasure wondering shy she had denied it to herself for so long. But she 
knew that she was a changed woman now, had done things today, and 
consequently accepted them in her mind, that she wouldn't have condoned 
under any circumstances a mere few days ago, and her brain thrilled at the 
various possibilities open to her. She was completely engrossed in licking 
and sucking and slavering at Bobby's cock, and for a moment wasn't aware of 
her own creamy thighs being pried apart, revealing the full, pink plane of 
her trembling cunt. A stab of panic contorted her face as she realized what 
was happening, and astonishment caused her to gasp a muffled groan around 
Bobby's burgeoning prick. 

Chuck! I had forgotten all about him! But what is he doing? 

Paul had gone to the bathroom stealthily to clean himself up before he 
returned to work. He passed by the hallway on his way to the garage and what 
he saw made him immobile. He was rooted to the spot! It wasn't over yet! 
Sweet Jesus! His wife was sucking the man called Bobby's cock and Chuck was 
eating her cunt! It was unbelievable. They were insatiable. There was no way 
he could leave for work now! Everyone could wait. He did not want to miss a 
second of these plunging cocks and tongues. 

Delia held her breath as she felt palms clamped against the quiveringly soft 
flesh of her inner thighs, felt the slender columns of her legs being forced 
far apart, until the whole widespread furrow of her vagina was fully 
exposed, moistly gleaming and wetly pulsing in wait. She jerked back 
automatically as she became aware of Chuck's probing fingers trailing along 
the swollen other lips, tugging playfully at the thinly curling wisps of 
pubic hair, grazing tantalizingly against the delicately fluted inner flesh. 
She felt, in fearful dismay, his fingers pulling at the hair-lined outer 
lips, easing them apart, revealing the full moist pinkness of her openly 
spread vagina. And then.... 

She groaned passionately, her sobs muffled around Bobby's still growing 
prick, and her legs stretched out rigidly as Chuck lowered his face and 
swept the length of his tongue along the cringing pink furrow. 

"Oh god ... my god...." Delia moaned. "Kiss me ... Kiss my cunt!" A waver of 
fear shuddered through her and desperately she tried to clamp her thighs 
shut, to dislodge the wet pulsing menace of Chuck's maddening tongue as it 
flicked snake-like along the damp, trembling slit, dipping and burrowing 
into the softly squirming flesh, tickling the velvety folds with 
excruciating agility. She couldn't move, couldn't shake him away. Bobby's 
hands were tightly tangled in her hair as he forced her mouth further down 
there on his thick purplish cock. Chuck continued to plunge his tongue into 
the warm, silky flesh, exploring the tender, fragile folds, coming into 
delirious contact with the turgid bud of her clitoris. Delia drew in her 
breath sharply as he grasped the tiny button between his teeth and began to 
tease the little tip with his tongue, making her moan and sigh around 
Bobby's bursting member. Chuck's oral caressing of her throbbing little 
clitoris was more than she could bear. A flash of fire exploded inside her 
lighting her whole body with the flames of arousal and a long convulsive 
shudder spasmed down her spine. It was wrong, sinful, what he was doing, but 
she didn't care, because it felt wonderful! It felt good having her cunt 
licked and sucked, while she herself slavered over Chuck's friends' big 
lust-bloated penis. 

Paul, crouched in the hall, wildly pumping his throbbing cock again was 
dumbfounded. He had suspected that there was a deep seated vein of 
sensuality running through his beautiful wife but he had never suspected 
this. Sucking and being sucked on the floor of the living room by two 
men!!!! It was the most lust-provoking spectacle he had ever witnessed. 

"Hey, honey ... what do you think of this...." Bobby gasped in explosive 
pants. "Chuck's eating your juicy cunt ... while you suck my cock!" The lewd 
words thrilled Delia in a way she never dreamed possible. A vision of how 
she must look darted into her brain ... Obscenely sprawled naked on the 
floor, her thighs lasciviously spread to allow Chuck to grovel in her cunt, 
while she was casually sucking and slavering over the other tennis pro's 
prick. There was no doubt about it ... the thought of her debased position 
thrilled her perversely. She enjoyed this. Enjoyed having one man lick and 
kiss her cunt while she took another man's big prick in her mouth. It was 
lewdly exciting ... more exciting than anything she had know before. I've 
certainly come a long way, baby, she thought, remembering the words of the 
cigarette advertisement. 

Delia sighed blissfully, giving herself over completely once more to the 
delicious tremors of pleasure racing all over her sleek, naked body Bobby's 
prick seemed to expand inside her mouth, filling her to the bursting point, 
and she could feel the vibrant throbbing of it reverberating through her 
wildly sucking mouth. The young dark haired man was moaning and writhing 
with pleasure, his hands like a vise in her hair, and her jaw was beginning 
to ache from pulling and licking on his thickly pulsing prick. Her hand 
pumped freely on his squirming scrotum, making him shiver from her 
lust-inciting kneading, and the pressure building up in the dark cavern of 
his aching balls was beyond belief. Suddenly, his strident groans punctuated 
the living room, and Delia realized that he was cumming. 

"Keep on sucking ... oh suck it all up ... oh babeeeeee ... suck my cock ... 
harder...." 

He was like a madman, his pelvis battering against Delia's sweat-drenched 
face, burying his jerking cock deep in the back of her throat, the heavy 
churning load of his sperm-inflated balls bouncing lewdly against her chin, 
while Chuck continued to suck and slaver at her writhing twitching cunt 
below. She wanted to sob out her pleasure as Chuck's strong slippery tongue 
rammed forcefully into the hotly contracting hole of her desire-maddened 
pussy, sliding easily between the moistly clinging walls of the hungrily 
welcoming sheath but she couldn't because Bobby was emptying the first 
scalding streams of his foaming liquid into her mouth. He was cumming in her 
mouth while Chuck was still eating her cunt! The warm wetness flooded her 
completely, slipping down her throat, and she gulped eagerly on it, anxious 
not to spill a drop of it, her lips fastened tightly like an elastic band 
around the virilely pumping girth. His seething semen seemed never ending as 
Delia continued to take it all, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she 
strived to keep up with his copious offering. At last, it was over, and 
disappointed, she felt his member go limp inside her greedily-retentive 
mouth, and at last, she was forced to let the inert organ slip from between 
her wetly gleaming lips. Bobby fell over on his back, his loud heavy pants 
filling the air, his limply reclining prick glistening lewdly against his 
thigh. Paul had to pinch himself to assure himself that he was not dreaming 
this. Was that his wife who had actually sucked Bobby dry? She had sucked 
his cock until he came in her mouth. Even now cum was still glistening on 
her chin as his deflated dick slipped from her mouth. Paul was sure he was 
near once again to cumming. This voyeuristic pleasure was almost too much 
for the young husband. His cock was like a volcano of lava ready to spew at 
any moment. 

Delia had hardly a moment to miss the wonderful filling flesh in her mouth, 
because Chuck was groveling diligently between her openly spread legs, his 
tongue deftly swirling in and out and around her helplessly aroused 
genitals. His face was completely hidden from view, and Delia's thighs, of 
their own volition, locked tightly around his cheeks, trapping him there in 
the steamy morass of her wildly twitching pussy. He continued to stab and 
ram his agil tongue into the darkly welcoming cuntal sheath, to probe and 
burrow in the scented softness of her hidden folds, her squirming wet vagina 
rimming his nose and mouth, cutting off his breath and clasping greedily 
around his pleasure giving tongue. 

"OOhhh ... Chuck ... it's soooo ... goooddd," she gasped, transported into 
incredible realms of ecstasy by his oral caressing. Her feverishly churning 
pussy had never known such unbelievable excitement ... she was aroused in a 
completely new way, and she thought she'd go mad from the overpowering 
sensations of pure pleasure taking possession of her every nerve ending. She 
wished it would go on and on, but she knew also that she had to cum soon. 
She had participated in a undreamed of three-way fuck, and she had sucked 
Bobby dry; now it was her turn. 

Suddenly, the time had come, and her back arched up off the ground and her 
thighs closed viciously around Chuck's wet, reddening face as she ground her 
madly writhing pussy down against his smoothly lapping tongue, the 
petal-shaped edges of her dilating cunt contracting frantically around his 
wetly lapping organ. 

"Oooooohhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh...." she cried out as the first almost 
unbearable waves of excruciating pleasure assaulted her, making her lever 
her buttocks up off the ground in an agony of arousal. 

"Aaauuuhhh ... Chuck ... god ... my god ... I'm ... cucucucmmmiiinnnggg!" 

She was there, her body rippling with unadulterated pleasure, her pelvis 
jerking wildly against Chuck's still laboring tongue, her moans echoing in 
the air. Her head flailed from side to side, fanned by her streaming blonde 
hair. Her eyes were opened wide, unseeing and glazed with lust, and her 
usually beautiful facial features were contorted in supreme arousal. Her 
moistly-sheening breasts were heaving heavily, the nipples turgid and erect 
from passion, as she twisted and shook from the overwhelming force of her 
orgasm. Flood after flood of exquisite joy surged through her, leaving her 
breathless and exhausted, not able to move until still another wave of 
pleasure swept her up and carried her off like flotsam. A shower of her 
excitedly secreting feminine juiced floated in a fine mist, drenching 
Chuck's straining face as he continued to slaver at her openly throbbing 
vagina, without let-up urging her on to more and more incredible pleasure. 

Finally, the waves of pleasurable sensations subsided, leaving Delia 
quivering and panting, her thighs finally releasing Chuck, and remaining 
obscenely splayed, revealing the glistening moistness of her still twitching 
cunt. A haze of contentment spread over the satiated young wife as she lay 
there, flanked by the two young tennis pros who had initiated her into such 
an unbelievable world of ecstasy, a world she knew she didn't want to leave, 
ever again! 

Paul had just cum again and he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming 
out his voyeuristically-incited orgasm. The sight of his wife and indeed her 
attitude had nearly boggled his mind. 

I've got to get out of here ... I've got to find Lanie and fuck the shit out 
of her ... but it was his wife he really wanted, he thought as he stumbled 
out the garage still doing up his fly to stuff his now deflated cock inside. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Paul had been so wildly stimulated by witnessing the acts between his wife 
and his friend Chuck and the other tennis pro, that he knew there had to be 
a way to get everyone together again. With Chuck he had contrived a plan. 

Chuck would be with Delia and he would maneouver her to a place where he 
would find Paul and Lanie together. Delia would then experience the lust 
inciting voyeuristic pleasure that Paul had enjoyed. He felt it would be the 
final barrier brought down with his wife. After that it would be smooth 
sailing. 

In order for it all to look like an innocent coincidence, Chuck was going to 
make sure that Delia was driving. 

According to plan, Delia steered the car expertly through the traffic-jammed 
street, pulling deeply on the cigarette Chuck had lit and handed her. 
Usually such chaotic traffic conditions annoyed her, but she felt so happy 
today that nothing bothered her. For the first time in a few days, she had 
Chuck to herself for the entire afternoon. She never seemed to be able to 
spend enough time with him. First of all he had to teach tennis, and then 
when he was finally able to get away, they had 'only a short time together 
before Paul was due home. But today, he had arranged a day off and was able 
to come to her house about noon. She was a little disappointed to find that 
he came alone, because she really -liked best of all the times he brought 
Bobby or other young friends of his with him, but she was still happy enough 
to see him. He had decided that they would go out for lunch and then drive 
back to the house where they could have the whole afternoon together.... 

Delia was feeling very buoyant, and knew that she was looking good. The last 
couple of weeks had brought about a remarkable change in her, she knew, and 
not just in her outlook and behavior, but in her appearance as well. Being 
freed sexually really suited her, and she had never felt better in her life. 
Things were at last going her way, and she sometimes wondered how she was 
able to bear things the way they stood before she met Chuck. 

The young wife spent a lot of time trying to analyze just what it was about 
Chuck and his friends that really turned her on, in a way that Paul never 
did. But she could never figure it out to her satisfaction, but it was 
enough to know that they did. And they proved it, too and often! Chuck made 
a habit of dropping by every afternoon after his tennis classes, and bring 
his friends or other tennis buddies with him, and he also stopped by in the 
evening, if Delia was sure that her husband had an engagement after work. He 
seemed to do so much work in the evenings lately, and in a way, she wasn't 
sorry. It gave her that much more time for her other lovers. She just 
couldn't get enough of them, and it seemed to her that her sexual appetite 
just grew and grew. 

It's a good thing sex wasn't fattening, she thought happily, with her 
increased appetite, she would weigh about one thousand pounds, easily! 

Her whole outlook was different, now, too, and she was willing to try 
anything that would bring her sensual pleasure. This merry-go-round of 
sexual encounters with her new sexual friends left her little time to worry 
about her marriage, and she had to admit to herself that things had gone 
from bad to worse in that direction. She and Paul were like two strangers, 
living together in the same house but not really seeing each other. Paul had 
not touched her since that fateful morning, which seemed so long ago now, 
and in truth, he seemed preoccupied and harassed, and Delia was inclined to 
attribute to the hassles he faced at work with his various artists. Delia 
guessed that working with entertainers could be pretty nerve-wracking. She 
would have -liked to have straightened out their problems, but as things 
stood, she just didn't have time. 

She noticed that they were near the restaurant, Chuck had suggested for 
lunch. She noticed that they were on the street where Paul's building was 
but she did't think too much about it. Paul usually ate out with his clients 
anyway or else in his office. 

Chuck was unusually silent for most of the trip, but Delia didn't care. Just 
having him around was enough. 

"Hey, isn't that Paul?" he suddenly called out, gesturing out the window to 
the right. Delia's heart missed a beat, but she decided not to stop, in the 
hope that he wouldn't see her. But she couldn't resist a quick glimpse in 
the rear-view mirror and she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw that 
Paul was accompanied by a very young attractive redhead. Apparently, not 
noticing her, her husband's car pulled away from the curb and out into the 
traffic. 

"Come on. Let's follow them." Chuck said seemingly spontaneously. 

Delia jumped to the bait. On the spur of the moment, she made a decision. 
Luckily, they had reached the end of the traffic island and they were able 
to make a u-turn and in a minute they were one car behind her husband and 
the unknown young girl. Delia knew that she was in no danger of being 
spotted by her husband, because it was obvious that he was completely 
engrossed in the redhead. A pang of what she recognized as jealousy stabbed 
at her heart, and a dozen questions milled around in her dazed brain. Who 
was the lovely child, and where were they going? What, if anything, was 
going on between them? 

Delia was surprised to see the car turned on to the freeway leading out to 
the beach. Determinedly, she followed it, and she was glad that Chuck seemed 
interested in what was going on as well. She just had to find out! 

The minutes ticked interminably by and still Paul's car sped on, Paul aware 
of the fact that he was being tailed by his wife and her lover. At last, the 
car turned off to the right onto a road that said "Quarter mile to Sand Dune 
Motel." Delia followed. She knew that the road was a short one so she 
cautiously parked her car behind a large clump of bushes off to one side. 
She and Chuck waited until her husband and the unknown redhead reached their 
destination, and then got out, still not saying a word. Delia was too busy 
thinking about Paul, and what he was doing, to make conversation, and Chuck 
himself was too intrigued at what this plan was to accomplish. 

At last, they rounded the final bend on the sandy road to the motel. There 
was nobody in sight but then Delia saw Paul's car off to the side outside 
cabin number nine. There was only one reason her husband would be here and 
it wasn't to enjoy the beach! 

Her heart thumping in apprehension, she peered in the dusty window of one of 
the cabins, but it was obvious that no one was there. They must be in the 
one down further. 

Delia decided to give it a try, and ambled over to the small seedy motel 
cabin. 

Muffled sounds became audible as they appraoched, and Delia's mouth suddenly 
went dry. A quaking feeling shook through her body as she neared the cabin, 
half afraid of what she would see, but determined to follow her decision 
through. There was a large window in front, and she and Chuck tiptoed 
towards it. Delia was just about to peer into the dimly lit room, when a 
loud moan rang out, turning her face white, and widening her eyes in horror 
and disgust. 

"Auuuuuuugggghhh.....ooooohhhh.... 

Paul......" The woman's voice was obviously impassioned, aroused and Delia, 
not able to wait a minute longer, looked directly into the cabin. For a 
moment, she could see nothing, but then she caught sight of the two figures 
sprawled on the floor. Delia caught a flash of red hair, a gleam of naked 
skin, and then, her eyes focusing and adjusting to the dim light, she could 
see without a doubt that the naked figures in the room were her husband and 
the redhead, and they were positioned in a lewd, disgusting attitude of 
making love! The redhead was on all fours, her thighs obscenely spread to 
allow Delia's husband to enter her from behind, dog-fashion! 

Delia was dumbfounded, unable to move, her eyes drawn inescapably to the 
unbelievable sight of her husband making love to the young child. Chuck, 
pretended to be surprised. But he was surprised because he had never seen 
the redhead up close before nor naked! He gave a low whistle. 

"Jesus, Delia, your husband's fucking the young girl...." he said 
needlessly, obviously enjoying the lewd sight. Delia just couldn't believe 
it. The past few weeks had brought a cataclysmic change in her, altering her 
entire existence to the point where she was enjoying the attentions of 
several young lovers, but she had never given a thought to her husband what 
he was doing. If she had ever thought about it, she never would have guessed 
that he was having an affair. It was the last thing she would have thought 
of. He just wasn't the type. But then neither was I a little voice chimed in 
the back of her brain. But she was quickly able to disregard that, her 
feelings being completely caught up on her shocking discovery. She couldn't 
deny that she felt betrayed inside. Nothing had prepared her for this 
shattering find. She had always regarded her marriage as something 
definitely stable, indissoluble. Now it seemed as tentative and fragile as 
any other agreement ... for the first time she felt that her stability was 
threatened. She continued to peer in the window, fighting the desire to run 
in there and confront Paul. But she knew she couldn't do that anyway. How 
could she dash in there and confront him with his infidelity, when she 
herself was accompanied by her own lover? How was the young wife to know 
that she was following a predestined path? A path carefully laid out by her 
husband and her lover! 

The two entwining naked figures inside swam before her, the lewd 
entanglement of their obviously aroused bodies obscenely accentuated by her 
dimmed vision. But painfully for her, her eyes began to focus again, and she 
could see clearly the full, throbbing length of Paul's fully erect penis as 
it eased between the smooth silky mounds of the redhead's curved buttocks, 
and disappeared into the softly pulsing pink flesh of her eagerly waiting 
vagina. 

"Paul. ... oh babeeee . ... your cock feels so good in my cunt ... so hard 
... so big...." 

Delia flinched at the young girl's obscene words, but yet she couldn't keep 
her eyes off the obviously fucking pair. She had never seen Paul's member so 
huge and distended, and there was a look of pure lust coupled with pleasure 
that she herself had never been able to achieve with him. The girl pushed 
her backside back, flaring the softly yielding ass-cheeks, spreading her 
longer slender thighs wide to allow Paul's nakedly driving cock greater 
access to her hungrily eager little belly. Her full firm breasts dangled 
down beneath her, the nipples rosy and turgid, and Delia could just catch a 
glimpse of russet pubic wisps curling above her shapely thighs. Paul's hands 
were curved around her slender childish hips, holding her in place, while 
his lust-hardened cock plowed wetly into her moistly pulsing vaginal depths. 
The redhead was mewling excitedly, bucking her pelvis back eagerly, 
receiving Paul's rhythmic thrusts with welcoming hunger. Paul hoped that by 
now he had an audience. He needn't have worried. 

"Jesus! Is she hot! Chuck breathed beside her, and his excited whisper which 
was uttered to incite Delia certainly did just that! She hated to admit to 
herself that she was jealous of this young girl, be she was. She had always 
assumed that Paul would remain faithful, enraptured by her, just as her 
other lovers were. But it was apparent that he had found a new interest. 

Delia barely noticed when Chuck began to run his hands down the smooth 
expanse of her hips, caressing the soft moons of her backside, and then 
trailing upward to cup the palpitating mounds of her breasts. All her 
thoughts were centered on what was happening inside the motel cabin and she 
was oblivious to her lover's caresses. It was obvious that the sight of her 
husband fucking another woman was exciting him and arousing him to the point 
of openly stoking and fondling her, but she didn't care. She was still 
shell-shocked by her discovery and the scene she was witnessing filled her 
only with horror and revulsion. 

"That's it, Lanie," she heard her husband pant, "keep fucking back...." 
Lanie! Who was this Lanie? Somehow it made it different now that the redhead 
had a name. Her eyes involuntarily returned to the spectacle of her husband 
sawing lewdly in and out of the eagerly clasping vagina of the girl who 
Delia now knew was called Lanie. Their bodies slapped wetly together, the 
tempo of their fucking increasing every second, the air resounding with the 
sounds of their passionate copulation. 

"Oh, Delia, baby, come on, let's go. . Chuck murmured heatedly, his fingers 
tightening on her palpitating breasts. But the shocked young wife couldn't 
move. The sight of her husband making love to the young redhead held her 
spellbound, and she was oblivious to everything else. 

"Christ, Lanie, nobody fucks the way you do. .!" She heard her husband 
groan, and a cold shudder ran through her. Delia thought he didn't care 
about her anymore ... he only cared about Lanie! How could she know that he 
was doing it all for her benefit? 

He had never said anything like that to her, had never fucked her in that 
wild abandoned way. Gnawing despair churned around violently inside her, 
making her trembled form a mixture of unknown feelings. Suddenly she knew 
that she didn't want to watch anymore. She didn't want to stay and watch her 
husband making passionate love to some unknown girl ... it hurt her because 
it was obvious that the yonder girl excited her husband more than she, his 
own wife, did! 

"Come on, Delia. ... I've got to fuck you now...." Chuck insisted, his grip 
tightening on her arm, but Delia hardly heard what he was saying. Her brain 
was numbed and frozen from watching the lewdly set-up scene transpiring 
inside the motel cabin, and robot-like, she responded to Chuck's insistent 
pressure to leave, and allowed herself to be lead away meekly by her 
lustfully aroused young lover not realizing that part two of the plan was 
about to go in effect. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Chuck pulled Delia down beside him on the small patch of grass, sheltered 
from the sun by the shade of the motel cabin. The horror-stricken young wife 
made no protest. Her brain was reeling with the enormity of what she had 
just seen and her body was like an automaton without direction. A small part 
of her brain kept drumming at her consciousness. Your husband is unfaithful 
to you, just as you were to him! But her own brain, already accustomed to 
the fact that she herself was enjoying affair with several handsome men, was 
unable to believe that her husband was similarly involved. It was the old 
double standard rearing up once again! 

Delia was barely aware of Chuck tugging at her blouse, sliding it off her 
smooth sloping shoulders, of his fingers fumbling eagerly with the clasp of 
her bra. Her semi-turgid nipples shivered and contracted under the cool rush 
of air that assaulted them as the tennis pro removed the flimsy garment, and 
Delia demurely allowed him to unzip her skirt and roll it down over her 
curved hips, to slip off her white nylon panties. She was hardly aware that 
she was at last stark naked and she didn't care. She didn't even care that 
there might be someone else from the motel around! 

Chuck stared in growing excitement at the full golden length of Delia's 
body, half stretched out on the softness of the grass, and a shiver of 
passionate arousal cavorted along his spine. The sight of Delia's husband 
and his college friend really fucking hard into the redhead gave him a 
lurid, forbidden thrill of pleasure and had started the erection which was 
never far away when he was with Delia. He knew that she was a bit shocked at 
discovering her husband with another woman, and what a sexy, looking woman, 
too ... but what the hell did she expect anyway, the way she was carrying 
on? Chuck never ceased to be amazed at her apparent insatiability. She just 
never seemed to get enough of his cock, and was always clamoring for him to 
bring around more of his friends. He was getting a bit tired of that angle, 
he had to admit to himself. It was fun, at first, bragging to his buddies 
and hearing their incredulous exclamations when they talked among themselves 
by now things had reached a stage where he would have definitely preferred 
if Delia was happy with him alone, but unfortunately, she wasn't. 

Ever since that day when she had sucked Bobby off while he himself was 
licking her cunt, she was wildly excited by three-way sex, and could never 
get enough of it. But now, he wasn't worried about all that. What would be 
the outcome of this afternoon. Did her husband want her back all to himself? 
Chuck wasn't sure that he wanted to give her up. Maybe it was a mistake 
letting Paul into this. 

But if they hadn't followed the plan and discovered Paul fucking the 
redhead, Delia would never have allowed him to undress her like this, and 
would never be stretching out naked on the warm grass. She was a bit prudish 
about where they made love, usually preferring to do it in bed; he himself 
didn't give a damn about the location; in fact, he -liked a little variety. 

Eagerly, he reached up and squeezed the full curved mounds of her tanned 
breasts, running his fingers over the hard little nipples, and then he 
planted his mouth hotly on her warm quivering skin, trailing moist little 
kisses all the way down the length of her swan-like neck, finally stopping 
to enclose first one, and then the other of the hard little buttons, teasing 
them between his teeth, making Delia cry out in ecstasy despite her shock. 
He could feel the growing hardness of his prick, exulting in the freedom of 
being naked under the open sky. With hungry haste, he ran his hands down her 
smooth golden flanks, cupping the enticing arc of her hips with his palms, 
feeling the silky flesh of her thighs tremble under his urgent caresses. The 
exciting zone of her vagina was gleaming, shining flaxen thatch under the 
warm sun. Her velvety thighs were slightly parted and Chuck caught a glimpse 
of moistly-glimmering pinkness between the gold strands of tightly curling 
hair. She looked like an untouchable goddess, golden and unattainable, and 
Chuck could hardly believe his luck that she was actually his mistress. That 
he was the lover of this magnificent woman! 

With a moan of animal pleasure, he buried his face between the warm heaving 
peaks of her upraised breasts, inhaling the feminine sweetness of her 
special scent, and then raising his head upwards, ground his mouth down on 
hers in a hard, passionate kiss, forcing her teeth to part and teasing her 
tongue into a frantic duel of mounting desire. He could feel her body 
trembling under his and knew that she was becoming aroused, in spite of her 
preoccupation. It was always the same. No matter how she was feeling 
emotionally, her body always responded. That was one of the wonderful things 
about fucking her.... 

Delia's lips parted in a low moan as she felt Chuck's knee prying her long 
silky thighs apart, as she felt the warmth of the hot sun on the sensitively 
squirming flesh of her openly spread cunt. It really does feel good, she 
thought hazily, to be stretched out under the open-sky, under the hot sun. 
The warm ground warmed her back and buttocks and its resilience gave her the 
impression that she was floating on air. Her mind had reached a sort of 
impasse about Paul. The numbness was gone, and now she had mixed feelings. 
On one hand, she was glad that he was involved with someone else ... it gave 
her more time, and a better excuse, for being involved with her own lovers, 
but on the other hand, she had to admit that she felt angry, a slow seething 
fury, that he was actually cheating on her. She knew that is was 
unreasonable, in view of what she herself was doing, but she couldn't help 
what she felt. 

The young wife groaned again as she felt the heavy blood-filled weight of 
Chuck's lust-hardened cock against her inner flesh, and instinctively spread 
her splayed legs even further apart, willingly presenting the openly-spread 
plane of her welcoming cunt to his hovering male member. She squirmed back 
slightly as she felt the hard, unyielding head nudge against her delicate 
flesh, and drew in her breath sharply, waiting for the delicious impact as 
he thrust forward. Then the realization of what was happening struck her 
with the force of a steel fist. She was naked and spreadeagled under the 
poised hardness of her lover, only feet away from where her husband was 
fucking another woman! 

A dozen terrifying possibilities presented themselves to her, but were 
ruthlessly swept aside as Chuck surged forward relentlessly, his hands 
clamped against her hips, holding her in place, driving on until he had 
succeeded in penetrating her tight little cuntal orifice with this thick 
throbbing prick. 

"Aaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhh....oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Delia moaned as he 
plowed forward, imbedding his lust-inflated cock by degrees in her tightly 
resisting vaginal sheath. 

"Unnnnnggggggghhhh ... Chuck, ,, ," she gasped as he continued to drive 
forcefully between her widely spread legs. 

"Aaaaaruuughhh . ... mmmmmmmmmmm, , " as he finally imbedded it to the hilt 
in her rapidly adjust cuntal passage. For a moment he held it there, flexing 
it slightly, waiting for her answering interior throb before withdrawing 
slowly, giving her dry, heated channel a chance to lubricate, before 
plunging forward again, forcing her smoothly rounded buttocks up off the 
ground as he plowed into her, her long tapering legs kicking wildly on 
either side of his thrusting body. 

"Oh, Chuck ... it's so good ... your cock is ... it's fantastic," she gasped 
as he continued to drive nakedly between her legs, each deep downward thrust 
tunneling to the very core 'of her woman hood, eliciting moans of wanton 
pleasure from somewhere in the depths of her throat. Her full, firm breasts 
were heaving, a slight rivulet of perspiration trickling down the deep 
valley of her cleft as she gave herself over completely to his hard 
masculine fucking. Her arms reached up suddenly and pulled him down on her, 
pressing her turgid nipples against his panting chest, reaching up to trap 
his lips in a fiery, hungry kiss, his eagerly darting tongue flicking freely 
into his mouth to make delicious contact with his own wet organ, and jabbing 
in and out in crude rhythmic simulation of his own pistoning prick sawing 
into her hungrily welcoming depths. She was completely aroused now, all 
reserve thrown to the wind as she fucked back mindlessly, transported to the 
apex of sensual pleasure. Damn Paul, damn him and his lover ... I don't care 
... I don't care what happens as long as I can have this cock ... as long as 
Chuck keeps fucking me half to death.... 

* * * 

Paul's fingers tightened in the soft-fleshed globes of Lanie's creamy ass, 
kneading the tender mounds convulsively as he continued to drive his 
lust-bloated hardness between her slightly parted thighs, burying it 
completely in the velvety softness of her wet pink depths. Her interior 
sheath fitted like a silk glove around the palpitating shaft of his 
desire-hardened penis, increasing a thousand fold the eddies of tremulous 
pleasure which were rippling along his spinal column and erupting in a 
series of breathless spasms throughout his body. Through lust-dimmed eyes, 
he could see Lanie crouched in her position, on all fours, and the fact that 
he was fucking the youngster from behind, dog-syle added to his pleasure. 

He hoped that Chuck and Delia were getting their eyes full! 

His plan was to make things right again with his wife. Lanie was always 
ready to suggest new ways of doing things, and at first the novelty of a 
youngster being so promiscuous delighted him. But of late, it was beginning 
to pall on him, and he found himself getting annoyed with her sometimes. He 
knew this was unreasonable because she was so young and was a sign of his 
latent guilt. He couldn't stand her bugging him all the time about making 
her a star. She had sung and danced for him and Paul knew instantly that the 
beautiful teenager had no talent whatsoever. 

No, what he really wanted was his wife back. Since he had watched her 
fucking Chuck and other occasions had seen her with Chuck and others, he 
wanted her back. She was like a different person. She was happy, 
exhilarated, breezy, a far cry for the sober wife he remembered. 

Lanie's body was wetly writhing, and she was thrusting her shapely little 
ass back rhythmically, flaring the softly ovaled ass cheeks to allow him 
fuller access to her wildly dilated vaginal sheath. She was moaning 
incessantly, her long red hair falling down like a russet flame over her 
desire contorted face. Her rip full breasts dangled obscenely beneath her as 
her body undulated to the rhythm of Paul's screwing from behind, and the 
eagerly clasping flesh of her churning cunt clenched and unclenched around 
the thickly probing length of Paul's nakedly driving prick. The thinly 
haired flanges nibbled excitedly at the plunging hard masculine rod, 
titillating it excruciatingly, pulling it deeper and greedily up into the 
darkness of her helplessly aroused depths. Paul's heavy sperm-laden balls 
slapped wetly against her upturned crotch as he pounded into her, and his 
body was shook with violent tremors as he approached the maelstrom of his 
gathering orgasm. His body was coated with sweat, dimming his vision and his 
brain was an inflamed, seething mass of lewd excitement. A wild primitive 
feeling engulfed him, bred by the knowledge that he was fucking this 
beautiful teenager from behind, miles away from anywhere, with his wife and 
her lover looking on. It was fucking for the sheer pleasure. He could feel 
Lanie quivering and shaking, the tremors more pronounced, increasing with 
cadence of her rising moans, anH then, suddenly she was there. She was 
climaxing, her whole body vibrating with overwhelming passion, her cries a 
wild cacophony in the motel cabin. 

"I'm cummming ... I'm cummming.....I'm cummming." she chanted helplessly as 
wave after wave of dazzling pleasure flooded over her, seeping into every 
nook and crevice of her writhing body, imbuing her with the warmth of total 
passionate arousal. 

The insane jiggling of her tight little ass triggered of Paul's teetering 
climax, and his hoarse cries mingled with her high-pitched ones as his body 
jerked and thrashed out the tremendous whirpool force of his orgasm. 

"Oh ... babe ... babe ... Lanie ... I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnggg 
toooooooooooooooooooo!" His head was spinning from the convulsions of 
ecstasy spasming through his body, and for a moment he was afraid that he 
would lose his balance and fall from the unnatural position he was in. But 
he continued to fuck into Lanie's gyrating body, shouting out again as the 
first eruption in the seething cavern of his balls sent the first stream of 
foaming semen spurting into her wildly swirling cut. It flowed unceasingly 
into her darkly clutching passage, feeling her helplessly excited belly to 
the full, seeping unchecked into hungrily welcoming depths of her secret 
womb. His fingers were clutching savagely at the tender white flesh of her 
softly rounded backside, raising red marks on its ivory surface, but Lanie 
seemed oblivious as she continued to jerk back her pelvis, insatiable in her 
desire to engulf more and more of his fastly ejaculating cock in her 
hungrily eager pussy. 

Finally, he had emptied his last into her heated steaming depths, and even 
so, she was unwilling to let the rapidly deflating member slip from her 
semen-soaked cunt. But Finally, it slipped wetly from her faintly-pulsing 
passage and Paul lay back on the floor, his breath coming in deep had pants, 
his eyes closed in ecstasy, basking in the warm, heady afterglow of a 
tremendous climax. Lanie sure was one hell of a good fuck, as he dozed off 
easily, completely satiated by his sensual teenaged mistress. 

For the moment he had forgotten about his plan with Chuck and his wife. The 
next thing he was aware of was Lanie looking out the window. He could just 
barely see the faint contours of her naked backside and once again he 
realized how really sexy she was, how completely provocative her every 
movement was. He had certainly never known anyone like her, and he would 
Find it hard to give her up, if it ever came to that. He was not sure that 
he could. She had given him a new lease on life, which might evaporate if 
she went out of his reach. With her carefree zany ways, she had instilled 
sense of fun and enjoyment of life in him, but he knew he could easily 
revert back to his boring old self. She had taught him that sex could be fun 
and his lovemaking with her was certainly a far cry from the routine act 
with Delia. For that matter, she didn't behave with Chuck the way she did 
with him. So he guessed something had changed with both of them. 

"Paul ... come here quick." Lanie suddenly called out, "It looks as if we're 
not the only ones here." She was peering intently out the window of the 
motel, her body quivering with obvious excitement. 

"What do you mean, baby?" Paul queried, thinking that she had caught a 
glimpse of Chuck and Delia slinking around spying. 

"There's a beautiful blonde and this husky guy fucking their brains out 
outside this window." 

Paul, his interest aroused, ambled over to join his mistress at the window. 
He peered out, seeing first only the naked jumble of golden arms and legs ad 
as the couple rutted like animals on the ground. 

Then he got a better, look. He saw with bulging, disbelieving eyes that his 
plan had more than succeeded. There was Delia, stretched out naked and flat 
on her back, her long tanned legs lewdly spread to allow Chuck to fuck 
obscenely between them. His wife must have been so turned on to watching him 
and Lanie that..... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Paul drew in his breath sharply as he looked out the window. He had never 
seen his wife so aroused before. Even when he had voyeuristically observed 
her. She looked like a different person entirely. She was completely 
unrecognizable as his prudish half-virginal Delia, so calm and collected in 
her ways, so fastidious in all sexual matters. The unbelievable blonde out 
there was a moaning, uninhibited mass of sexual arousal, exuding pure animal 
sex, and she was his wife fucking a man that he arranged to do the act. 
Chuck didn't look like it was any chore for him either! 

Delia certainly seemed to be in another world, moaning, writhing, fucking 
back with all her might, wantonly thrusting her pelvis upward and trying to 
spread her moistly-gleaming thighs even further apart. Paul caught a glimpse 
of the thick red length of Chuck's prick as it fucked rhythmically into the 
soft clinging pink, vaginal flesh, and unbelievably, another illicit shudder 
of excitement coursed the length of his tingling spine. He couldn't deny 
that there was something lewdly perverted about watching his own wife being 
fucked by the sex-crazed tennis pro, something perversely thrilling about 
it. He couldn't help feeling a little jealous of Chuck, wishing that he had 
a cock that size. And, he wanted to be the one who was screwing mercilessly 
between his wife's legs, he wanted to be the one who was sending her out of 
her mind with delirious joy! 

He was conscious of the growing bulge of his awakening cock, of a 
sympathetic churning in his hips as he watched Chuck jerk forward abruptly 
and send his hot, searing prick plunging to the hilt in Delia's greedily 
welcoming depths. He wanted her longer slender legs to wrap in the lewd way 
around his back, to feeling the enticing jiggling of her dancing breasts 
press against his neck! Yes, he was wildly aroused by the sight of his wife 
being fucked by another man, once again. He didn't care any longer that she 
was unfaithful to him ... after all, he himself had just been fucking Lanie 
... all he cared about was getting a share of that wild, wanton excitement, 
of feeling a part of that incredible aura of sexual arousal which exuded 
from his panting moaning wife. And, this time he was not just going to be a 
voyeur! He was going to participate! He had beeh turned on once too often! 

Robot-like, he turned to march out of the cabin, his huge, fully erect prick 
standing up heavily like a flag pole before him. 

"Paul, what...." Lanie called frantically, not knowing what was going on, 
but Paul paid no attention to her, but strode inexorably over to where his 
wife and Chuck were wrapped together in lewd tangle of wet sweating bodies. 

The blue sky about Delia seemed to spin ominously before her lust-dimmed 
eyes, the blazing sun sending blinding flashes of light to dance before her. 
It was incredible, making love out here in the open. Even the abrasive 
friction of the ground on her naked ass cheeks added in a way to her 
pleasure. She had forgotten all about Paul, except a tiny part of her 
wondered if he was watching her. But all thoughts were swept aside as new, 
tumultuous feelings inside her forewarned the approaching volcano of her 
pending climax. And then, moments later.... 

"Delia...." 

Delia froze, her blood running cold as hands scurried along the smooth flesh 
of her wetly undulating body. It was Paul! 

"Paul, what...." she began, her throat dry, hardly able to breath. Whatdid 
he want? She forgot to worry about him discovering her with Chuck. It was 
obvious he wasn't angry, but what did he want with her now? His hands 
trailed down her smooth sleek hips and came to rest on the firmly rounded 
cheeks of her ass, kneading and pummeling them with rough, convulsive 
movements. Then, she drew in her breath sharply as she felt him slowly draw 
the quivering softly-fleshed buttocks apart, straining them beyond relief as 
he had seen Chuck do on another occasion. Oh god, what was he doing? 

"Spread that ass of yours, baby ... I'm coming in...." 

Delia gasped in numbed horror, hardly able to believe her ears. His voice 
was cracked and hoarse, and there was a lustful tone in his harsh words that 
chilled her. 

The young wife felt as if she had suddenly been suspended in time, as if all 
movements had ceased, as if she and Chuck had been frozen into immobile 
statues. But they hadn't Chuck still continued to fuck between her golden 
tanned legs, seemingly oblivious to Paul, naked and crouched on his hands 
and knees, his eyes staring out of his head as they roamed feverishly over 
his wife's lovely writhing body. 

"Roll over, darling...." he rasped hoarsely and incredibly Delia felt Chuck 
shifting above her, sliding down to one side, and then, unbelievably, she as 
astride her young lover, her slender thighs straddling his thrusting pelvis. 
Paul's hands were warm and strong on her flesh again, pulling and kneading 
at the soft, golden moons of her ass, straining the tender globes apart, his 
fingers digging hungrily into the doughy flesh. Delia bit her lip to keep 
from crying out. She gasped suddenly in unrestrained shock as she felt the 
long wet length of his tongue swipe the darkly stretched crevice, sending 
forbidden chills of morbid pleasure and fear coursing through her. .Her head 
was spinning and she felt as if she had been suddenly thrust headlong into 
an unknown world, a world where her husband was kneeling by her side, lewdly 
kissing and caressing her while another man fucked wantonly into her. 

She moaned again as she felt the hard probing pressure of her husband's 
strong forefinger against the small dark crinkled sphincter of her rectum, 
and then, before she had a chance to realize what was happening, he suddenly 
thrust it to the first knuckled into the futilely resisting orifice. 

"Paul ... aaaaauuuuuugggghhhhhhhhh ... stop!" she sobbed helplessly, 
wriggling her buttocks desperately in an attempt to dislodge the intrusion. 
Relentlessly, Paul burrowed deeper with his determined digit, feeling the 
hot dry flesh clinging tightly to his finger as he plunged it to the hilt in 
his wife's anal depths. With casual ease, he began to rotate it around 
inside the tight rubbery clasping passage of her rectum, scouring and 
widening it, until at last he began to withdraw it, pulling it out finally 
with a plopping sound. Delia breathed a sigh of relief, as she was freed 
from the searing pain in her back channel and once again abandoned mewls 
slipped from her mouth as her body was free to experience to the full the 
intense pleasure she was getting from Chuck's hard young cock spearing 
hungrily up between her straddling thighs. 

Blind panic gripped her once more as she became aware of Paul ... he was 
behind her, his strong hands pushing her forward until she was lying almost 
flat on top of Chuck, and then, she realized with dread, that she 
was-sandwiched between the two men, completely trapped between the naked 
bodies of her husband and her lover! 

"Paul ... please...." she began again as she felt his hands once more 
rippling across the softly-rounded curves of her wildly writhing young 
buttocks. An icy sweat broke out as she felt him poise the thick, 
blood-hardened length of his fully-erect penis at the tiny defenseless hole 
of her trembling rectum. 

She opened her mouth to cry out, to protest, to try to ward off what she 
suddenly knew was coming, but ... penis at the tiny defenseless hole of her 
trembling rectum. 

She opened her mouth to cry out, to protest, to try to ward off what she 
suddenly knew was coming, but.... 

"Oooooohhh ... Paul ... stop it...." she wailed. Feebly, she tried to 
struggle, tried to fight back, but in her heart she knew it was futile as 
her husband continued to surge forward, impaling, inch by excruciating inch 
the hard throbbing shaft of his driving cock, in the futilely-resisting anal 
passage. 

Delia squirmed as she felt Paul's pounding prick moving about tantalizingly 
inside her, brutally widening her tight rectal sheath and seeming to stretch 
longer and further up into her petrified bowels. At last, he began to 
withdraw and Delia couldn't help feeling a moment's relief, but it was 
short-lived. He rammed forward again, with unbridled lust, sweeping aside 
her thighs and burying his long rangy organ completely in her sorely bruised 
passage. 

Then she relaxed a bit. Chuck had fucked her in the ass and it was all 
right. She guess it would be all right with Paul too. 

Miraculously as soon as she felt relaxed, Delia felt all vestiges of pain 
disappear from her buffeted body, felt little mists of wispy pleasure 
floating in and out of the secret corners of her body, felt her entire flesh 
tingle with growing arousal. She was beginning to enjoy the lewd double 
fucking she was receiving from her lusty lover and her near-estranged 
husband at the same time! She was actually beginning to respond to the 
lascivious three-way fuck! 

Delia could hardly believe it, and yet it was happening! Already her body 
was beginning to undulate gently in rhythm with the two naked wet bodies 
slapping obscenely against her, thrusting their pile-driving penises deep 
and hard up into the twin passage up between her widespread thighs. Panting 
she shoved her wetly writhing pussy forward to receive the full hard plunges 
of Chuck's virile young hardness and then grinding her now hungrily 
clenching buttocks backward to clutch greedily at her husband's departing 
cock. Her body was bathed in perspiration, and slipped wetly between the two 
flailing bodies of her husband and lover, and her mewls rose higher and 
mingled lewdly with their hoarse grunts of pleasure. Weird thoughts assailed 
her reeling brain as her lasciviously sandwiched body writhed and tremored 
with new illicit pleasure." 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed as she gave herself over 
completely to the waves of exhilarating pleasure which washed over her, 
which tingled tantalizingly through her pulsating flesh, which made the 
blood rush wildly through her veins. Paul had forgiven her and now 
everything would be all right. She had never known anything like the floods 
of intense excitement which were coursing through her. 

She knew she was nearing her climax, but she wanted to hold back, to wait 
until the two men, her lover and her husband were also cumming, so that all 
three of them could reach the dizzy pinnacle of ultimate pleasure together. 
And then.... 

Delia, baby, I'm there! I'm cumming! ... aaaauuuuuugggg!" It was Chuck, his 
body quivering and trembling with the final force of his release, his 
nakedly driving prick plummeting deep into her wildly clutching vaginal 
sheath, his breath charged like machine-gun blasts as he at least reached 
the orgasm his lust-demented body was battling for. 

"Aaaaauuuuuugggghh ... meeeeee toooooooooooo," Paul was there too, his tall 
muscular body crashing down on his wife as he skewered his pistoning cock 
mercilessly into her forever-stretched rectal passage. 

Keep fucking back baby...." he gasped labouredly, and Delia felt the rush of 
his scalding male sperm as it shot deep and hard up into her passion-dilated 
rectum. Her entire body felt poised on the edge of a giant chasm, teetering 
between this world andthe delirious world of never-ending pleasure, ad then, 
helplessly she fell. 

It was unbelievable, this climaxing from being fucked by two men at the same 
time, her husband her lover, and her wantonly abandoned body reached 
greedily for the whirls of overwhelming pleasure which were at least 
floating within grasp. Nothing would ever be the same again. For a moment, 
she forgot where she was, and was conscious of nothing but the delicious 
warmth of the blazing sun, and the incredible blanket of satisfaction which 
wrapped her snugly and filled her to overflowing with happiness. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Gradually, the unbelievable events of the last couple of hours came tumbling 
back to Delia....Her discovery of her husband with the beautiful redhead ... 
Chuck's lust-maddened lovemaking, followed by Paul joining in, culminating 
in a wild three-way orgasm ... yes, she remembered it all now. What she 
didn't know was that her own husband had planned it! At any rate, she didn't 
think she'd ever forget her climax precipitated by being fucked by her 
husband and lover at the same time.... 

As consciousness returned to her, she wondered, with a faint stab of panic, 
at the suddenly pervading silence. Where was everybody? As if in answer to 
her question, a low moan made her turn her head sharply to the right." 

"Mmmmmmm ... Jesus ... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh." It sounded like Chuck! 

Delia's heart started pounding like a drum. What was going on now? For a 
moment, she couldn't see anything, and abruptly, she jerked upright, 
determined to find out what was happening. And then, she gasped audibly, 
surprise widening her eyes as they came to rest on Chuck's spreadeagled 
body, and the crouching figure of the naked redhead who could only" be 
Lanie, hunched grotesquely between his widespread legs, his huge, awakening 
cock sunk halfway between her ripely ovaled lips! 

The young wife continued to stare, hardly daring to believe what she was 
watching. A confusion of feelings jumbled her brain. She had just about 
forgotten all about the redhead, and now, here she was, openly sucking 
Chuck's, her lover's cock! A surge of anger erupted inside Delia, and her 
eyes narrowed into thin, desire-glazed slits as she continued to watch, 
fascinated in spite of herself, as the long red length of the tennis pro's 
cock disappeared between the smooth pink lines of Lanie's hungrily clasping 
lips. Her fingers were buried somewhere in the blonde tufts of hair at the 
sturdy base and were holding the glistening shaft aloft, guiding it 
meticulously into the warm buttery depths of her mouth. Delia could see that 
the redhead's eyes were half-closed, and her face was obviously bathed in a 
mist of hungry lust. Chuck, too, was obviously enjoying Paul's mistress' 
lascivious attentions, as her hand dipped to fondle the writhing sac of his 
scrotum, to knead and cup the churning balls lovingly. Delia drew in her 
breath sharply as she saw Lanie release the huge knobby head of the tennis 
pro's wetly pulsing cock and then run her pink darting tongue down the 
length of it, tickling just below the spreading head, nibbling slightly at 
the blue veiny underside, disappearing in a snake-like flicking into the 
tangled mass of blonde pubic hairs. 

"Jesus, Lanie ... baby," Chuck gasped heavily, "your mouth feels fantastic 
sucking my cock...." 

The redheaded teenager was completely engrossed in her lewd task, her 
gleaming russet hair framing her creamy face, contorted from the effort of 
sucking and licking at the growing bulge in her mouth. It felt good, sucking 
this handsome guy's cock, she mused to herself, especially with Delia, his 
lover, watching! 

The promiscuous teenager had been almost overcome with jealousy watching the 
wild, unbelievable threesome of Delia, her lover and Paul, and it was 
obvious that they had all forgotten about her. It hurt her, too, to see how 
aroused Paul had been, especially when it had been she who had calmed him in 
past flare-ups. The spoiled child did not like being ignored! She was used 
to getting what she wanted when she wanted it! 

Lanie was determined not be left out. Her eyes had run appraisingly over the 
long, sun-tanned muscular form of the wonderfully athletic young man, and 
she had become suffused with sudden desire to take his virile young prick 
into her mouth, to suck and slaver over it, to coax it into passionately 
aroused hardness, to finally feel it explode deep in her throat, to taste 
the tangy bitterness of his savage cum.... 

Astonishingly expert for someone of her age, she ran her long wet tongue 
along the pulsating length of it, feeling the wild blood rushing through the 
veins almost as if it would burn the flesh, felt the lust coursing through 
the thick palpitating tube. Eagerly, she entrapped the burgeoning head 
between her clasping lips and darted playfully with her tongue at the narrow 
glans opening at the tip, before dipping lower to tantalize the throbbing 
webbed underside. Then she slipped her deftly probing organ among the tufted 
wisps of pubic curls and stabbed lewdly at the thick stubby base of his 
jerking prick. Her hands kneaded convulsively at his churning scrotum, 
feeling the power surging deep inside them, aware of the seething tumult of 
his aching sperm. Yes, she was going to enjoy sucking this guy dry, sucking 
him dry while Delia watched helplessly.... 

Paul's wife couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her young lover 
plunging his lust-hardened cock far back against the redheaded teenager's 
throat. Enraged as she was by Lanie's cool conduct, she couldn't deny that 
the lascivious sight gave her a lewd thrill of delight, and she thought 
again of how she herself must have looked, when, like Lanie, she was sucking 
eagerly on a cock. Did she herself look like that, her face glazed with 
lust, her eyes half closed in excitement, her lips lewdly ovaled around the 
pulsating hardness of male flesh as Bobby sunk his fiery penis deep and hard 
between her lips, that time? 

A deep yearning excitement started somewhere in her loins as she continued 
to watch the unbelievable sight of her husband's teenaged mistress sucking 
and slavering over her own lover's fully erect member, and then she became 
aware of hands on her legs, of wet palms clamped against her inner thighs, 
forcing them apart, of a hulking shape cowering between her widespread legs. 
Panic assailed her for a moment, and she gasped aloud. 

"Take it easy, honey, it's only me...." she heard her husband assuring her 
and she realized then that it was Paul hunched lasciviously before the 
openly spread plane of her moistly pulsing cunt. 

"Paul," she started falteringly, hardly knowing the appropriate way to 
start. 

"Just relax, baby," he said soothingly. "Just relax and spread your legs. 
I'm going to lick your cunt ... and I'm going to kiss and suck your cunt 
while Lanie is sucking Chuck's cock...." 

Delia heard the words in a daze. It couldn't be ... it was all too much 
after what had happened today." 

"Paul ... no ... please!" she cried out suddenly, unable to stop herself. 
She couldn't allow her own husband to kiss her there. She just couldn't. It 
was different when Chuck had done it. He had almost done it against her will 
and even though she had loved, it, it was different now, with her husband. 
She just couldn't let it happen. 

"Why not, honey?" Paul's voice pleaded. "You know you'll love it ... you'll 
love it when I kiss your hot little cunt ... you'll love it when I run my 
tongue into that little slit of yours ... Chuck and Lanie have forgotten 
about us ... they're having fun ... why not us?" 

His mesmerizing words seemed to calm Delia's fears. Of course, he's right. 
After what we've all been through why shouldn't I enjoy sex with my husband? 

Her seething thoughts ran wildly on. She had enjoyed it when Chuck had done 
it to her. Why should she refuse her husband? 

"Delia, darling...." Paul urged, fearing that she had forgotten all about 
him. 

"Yes, Paul, yes...." her voice came in a rush of heated urgency. "Yes, do it 
me ... suck my cunt while Lanie sucks Chuck's cock." 

"What do you want me to do, Delia?" Paul insisted, suddenly desperate for 
her to say the words which would signal to him that the dark, unhappy days 
of her inhibitions were really over. After a long moment, the words he had 
been waiting for came again. 

"Suck me ... suck me ... Paul ... stick your tongue in my cunt!" 

With a deep groan, Paul suddenly buried his face in the openly presented 
flesh beneath him, inhaling for the very first time, the scented sweetness 
of his wife's secret flesh, revelling in the contact of wet tongue on hotly 
pulsing vaginal flesh. 

"Ooooohhh ... oooohhhh ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh," Delia gasped as she felt the 
moist lapping of her husband's long pink tongue as it reached out and lapped 
at the tender flesh of her openly throbbing pussy. She held in her breath as 
he buried his organ in the sensitively squirming flesh, dipping and probing 
in a maddened search for the pivot of her desires. It was like a wet living 
thing scurrying around her secret genitals, and she -liked it! Yes, she 
-liked having her husband lick her cunt! 

"Mmmmmm ... Paul ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she groaned involuntarily as 
Paul's burrowing tongue found the hardening tip of her turgid little 
clitoris. 

Eagerly, he clasped the hard knob between his teeth, holding it there while 
the tip of his tongue teased remorselessly at the erogenous button, sending 
shudders of excruciating pleasure shooting up Delia's spine. Involuntarily, 
her slender thighs clamped against his face, holding his mouth in agonizing 
position over the burning flesh of her nakedly spread cunt. Hungrily, she 
ground her desire-tortured vagina down against the deliciously sucking 
length of his deftly flicking tongue, rimming his nose and mouth with her 
moistly aroused vagina, cutting off his breath, enveloping him completely in 
the fragile softness of her ecstatically impassioned pussy. Paul's "tongue 
snaked out continuously, sliding along the thin vertical mouth of her 
vagina, burrowing excitingly into the crevices and creases of her wildly 
churning depths, eliciting moan after passionate moan of pleasure from his 
lust-maddened wife. 

Paul's hands reached up and clutching at her thighs, held her firmly in 
place while his tongue stabbed erotically at the petal-shaped opening to her 
fully awakened body. For a moment, he poised, hovering at the softly 
clasping viscous opening, before plunging directly into the eagerly-grasping 
interior sheath, feeling the moistly clinging walls of her 
greedily-welcoming cunt close in tightly on his sunken organ, desperately 
trying to suck it further and further into her madly writhing little belly. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ... uuuuuuhhh ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she gasped, flailing her 
pelvis desperately, grinding the soft loaves of her buttocks down into the 
ground in a feverish attempt to escape the dementing ministrations of her 
husband's hotly teasing tongue on her sensitive pussy. Her soft moist thighs 
tightened even tighter around his perspiring face as she churned her 
desire-ridden cunt against the delicious lapping of his insatiable mouth, 
her initial shock overcome, her openly receptive cuntal walls closing in 
like a velvet glove on his lustfully entrapped tongue. 

Delia was mewling with unsuppressed passion. It was absolute bliss, lying 
here, her thighs openly spread to allow her husband to slaver between them, 
while, only a couple of feet away, Lanie sucked feverishly on Chuck's 
pounding cock. Delia turned her head and was just able to see her young 
lover's wildly writhing figure, tremoring with spasms of pleasure as Lanie's 
full red lips closed like an elastic band around the throbbing shaft of his 
bobbing prick. Delia, through lust-dimmed eyes, could see the angry red rod 
jerking spasmodically as it drove between the redheaded teenager's ovaled 
lips, could see the furious kneading of her hand on the dangling sac of his 
testicles, could hear her lover's moans of pure animal pleasure as he gave 
himself over fully to Lanie's unbelievable sucking, just as she herself was 
abandoning her body completely to the overwhelming eddies of pleasure 
coursing through her from her husband's frantic licking of her 
desire-maddened cunt. 

Swirls of red hot pleasure were building up deep deep inside her loins, 
making her squirm her softly rounded buttocks into the ground, making her 
moan incessantly in ecstasy, making her clamp the wetly-aroused flesh of her 
helplessly excited pussy against the pleasure giving lingual organ that was 
swirling around inside her, sending flames of passion licking at the very 
core of her throbbingly aroused little belly. She could hear the wet 
slavering sounds of Chuck's tumultuous prick as it slid far down into 
Lanie's mouth, and his gasps of pleasure mingled with her own as they 
writhed in total abandon only feet away from each other. 

Paul watched his wife mounting arousal with amazement and disbelief. 
Although he had seen her being fucked by Chuck and Bobby, he was still 
worried that it might not be the same with him. They had not been close for 
so long. But now, he felt thrilled beyond belief when Delia had allowed him 
to lick her cunt, and her lewd words of assent had perversely delighted him. 
Now he was filled with joy to think that he could arouse her like this, that 
she was squirming around-in unabashed passion under his cunt-licking, just 
as she had moaned and writhed under Chuck's fucking. But most of all he 
could hardly believe that it really was his own wife! She was not all he had 
ever dreamed she'd be and he was nearly out of his mind with happiness. 

Momentarily, he pulled away from the clasping wet flesh of her twitching 
vagina and gazed down at the openly presented split of her cunt. He could 
see the faint pulsing of her nakedly aroused flesh, the reddish tip of her 
turgid little clitoris, the star-shaped opening of her hungrily contracting 
orifice, the faint throbbing of the swollen outer lips. 

There was a faint sheen of her flowing feminine juices smearing her 
quivering inner thighs, and Paul knew that she was almost ready to cum. With 
an eager moan, he once more buried his face between her trembling thighs, 
anxious to feel her rippling with uncontrollable orgasm induced by his 
indefatigable licking. 

Meanwhile, Chuck's blood-bloated prick seemed to fill Lanie's whole mouth, 
to expand and inflate to bursting point in the warmth of her hungrily 
sucking orifice, but she was aware of another emptiness. There was a curious 
gnawing between her legs, a tingling which was calling out for rekindling. 
She tried to ignore it, to make it go away, but wouldn't. She wanted to 
experience what Delia was feeling. The pleasure she was getting from Chuck's 
cock filling her mouth was not enough ... she needed something else.... 

Delia felt her body floating on the clouds of pre-climax levity. She was 
sure she'd cum soon ... she couldn't hold out much longer. The delicious 
oral caresses her husband was lavishing on her passion-drenched pussy were 
getting too much for her, and the thought that her lover was also 
approaching release seemed to spur on her own. But then, amazingly, she felt 
movement near her, heard the rasping of naked flesh against the earth. For a 
moment, she was dumbfounded, not knowing what to think. There was movement 
right beside her ... perhaps someone had discovered them! 

Apprehensively, Delia opened her eyes, not knowing what to expect, and saw, 
only a few scant inches from her face, the widespread, openly presented 
furrow of Lanie's cunt! For a long, seemingly interminable moment, Delia 
stared at the softly pulsing split collared by wisps of russet curls, hardly 
able to believe her eyes. Lanie had juxtaposed herself so that her lewdly 
splayed thighs were only inches from Delia's eyes, while she herself 
continued to suck Chuck's insanely pounding prick. 

The young wife could never remember clearly what happened next. All she knew 
was that suddenly, her tongue was reaching out and lapping tentatively at 
the wetly quivering vertical mouth of the youngster's eagerly proffered 
pussy. The soft creamy thighs closed mechanically around her hidden face, 
drawing her inexorably to the scented warmth of the other girl's feverishly 
pulsing cunt. Delia inhaled the sweet fragrance, her tongue searching 
cautiously in the pungent folds and creases, gaining confidence as it went 
about its wanton task. At first, doubts had assailed the dazed wife. This is 
wrong, perverse ... forbidden....But the instinct for new, more exciting 
pleasures was stronger than the warnings of her lust-befogged brain and she 
continued to swirl her tongue around in Paul's mistress' cunt, just as Paul 
himself was slavering below in her writhing, frantically aroused pussy. 

Delia heard the redheaded teenager mewl and whimper around Chuck's 
desire-ridden cock and it gave her an odd thrill to know that she was giving 
the beautiful teenager this pleasure, that she was making her moan and gasp 
with unmitigated pleasure. She continued to suck and lick the other girl's 
furiously twitching vagina, spurred on by the delicious tongue-fucking she 
was getting below, thrilled illicitly at the thought that she was engaged in 
an incredible four-way scene, that she was being sucked and kissed below 
while she licked Lanie's pulsating cunt, while Lanie herself was sucking and 
swallowing Chuck's heavily throbbing penis. It was unbelievable, but it was 
the most exciting, arousing thing Delia had ever experienced and she thought 
she'd die from the spasms of pleasure convoluting her panting body. She 
continued her frantic sucking and slavering of the redhead's gyrating cunt, 
even after she heard Chuck's moans of lascivious delight, signaling his 
climax. 

"Oh god, Lanie, I'm cumming! Keep sucking my cock....I'm ... 
cuccccccuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnngggggg!" Out of the corner of her eye, she 
could see him battering furiously against Paul's mistress' face, the sac of 
his wildly writhing scrotum suddenly contracting as it ejected the first 
flow of seminal fluid into her hungrily receptive mouth. She started to gulp 
and swallow, her cheeks filling and then emptying as she drank in the 
exquisite nectar of his male offering. And even as Chuck was continuing to 
ejaculate into her greedily sucking mouth, Shockwaves of overwhelming force 
spasmed through her body as she too began to cum from Delia's sinful 
licking. Her moans and sobs were lost around Chuck's still convulsed prick, 
but still she didn't loosen her elastic-tight clasp around the pounding 
girth of his jumping prick. 

Delia continued to jab her feverishly working tongue far up into the 
steaming depths of the redhead's cunt, and to watch as Lanie herself 
swallowed and gulped on Chuck's finally deflating prick, before she was 
swept away in paroxysms of unbelievable, unearthly pleasure. Everybody else 
in the lewd foursome was forgotten as her perspiring body heaved and shook 
with tidal waves of dizzying pleasure, tremors of delight that rippled 
through her from head to toe. Paul never slackened his febrile licking, 
continuing to slaver and lap at the burning, quivering flesh of her dilating 
cunt, continued to kiss and lick her as she muffled her moans into the still 
tensed depths of her husband's mistress' sensuously trembling pussy. Now 
I've tried everything, she gasped happily to herself as mists of swirling 
euphoria engulfed her and carried her away gently from the orgy of physical 
pleasure. But she didn't care, because she knew she would return soon, for 
greater, sensations of even more abandoned passion.... 


THE END
