Swap-Slave
by Karen Weeks


INTRODUCTION 

Is this novel fiction, or merely a thinly disguised expose? 

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This is a story of corruption in high places . . . in the Army, at top 
echelons of command. It is a story of an unscrupulous commanding general, a 
young major who would do literally anything to become a Colonel.. . and the 
major's innocent bride who is sacrificed at the altar of the General's lust 
and her own husband's ambition. 

The event depicted herein is not new: a direct parallel of this tale is 
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away so that David might seduce the man's wife, lovely Bathsheba. 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

Calvin Heights is anything but the typical city. It is an Army town with its 
share of Army brats and juvenile delinquency, but its residents also have a 
deeply embedded sense of military protocol. The Officer-dominated society is 
not any different than that in any other city where the citizens are 
predominately military. The "brass" lives on the hill, the enlisted man and 
his family in the hollow. Yes, even the Army has its ghettos! 

But this story isn't about delinquency or ghettos. It is about Major Winston 
Barnes and his attractive blonde wife, Margie, who are members of the 
affluent officer community. They live at the very top of the "hill", which 
is a status symbol to the people of Calvin Heights. Only a block away lives 
his Commanding Officer, General Max Sullivan and his wife, Beth. 

Major Barnes is a handsome dark-haired man, broad and muscular through the 
shoulders, like a weight-lifter, with narrow hips and a flat belly. He had 
been thirty years old when he and Margie were married a year ago. Today they 
are celebrating their first anniversary. Margie, who turns male and female 
heads when she walks, is twenty-two years old, and rather tall at five 
feet-seven inches. Her golden blonde hair offsets her slender curvaceous 
body which is so sensually attractive to the male populace. Her emerald 
green eyes usually sparkle with health and happiness, and she is known by 
all for her smiling warmth and innocent delight in the people around her. 

This, then, is the story of how Margie lost her innocence and how her smile 
was wiped from her face by the harsh realities of life. There is an old 
axiom which states; "Power corrupts -Absolute power corrupts absolutely." So 
this is a story also about power in high military circles and how this 
absolute power results in a moral decadence that destroys the lives and 
careers of all who come in contact with it. 

* * * 

A second grade school teacher, Margie had been a virgin when she met Win 
Barnes. The attractive blonde girl had fallen in love with him at first 
sight. They made a strange contrast; where she was innocence personified, 
Win was an experienced sophisticated man of the world. Catered to and chased 
by both the available women and wives, he basked in all the female 
attention. When he met Margie and learned that she was not the least 
interested in satisfying his voracious sexual appetite, he simply had to 
have her. He had not even thought about getting married, but since that was 
the only way he could get her to say "yes", he had proposed to her on their 
fifth date and they were married three months later. There was a definite 
plus to the affair, and that was the attention his lovely young wife 
received from his Commanding Officer. There was no doubt in his mind; she 
would be helpful to his career . . . if he could train her and get rid of a 
couple of her more Puritan inhibitions. Or . . . maybe he should leave the 
"training" to Max! 

Max Sullivan was a sixty year old Scotsman married to a thirty-nine year old 
woman, and had the title of being General "Horny" Sullivan. He was a rugged 
looking man with close-cropped greying hair, steel-gray eyes, and a 
muscular, athletic body. His wife, Beth, was just the opposite of Margie, 
but no less attractive. Her jet black hair made her skin look like white 
satin, and her youthful slenderness concealed her real age. She was usually 
taken for twenty-nine instead of ten years older, and her face was free of 
wrinkles after having a face-lift. She had vivacious brown eyes that 
provided ample evidence of her knowledgeable way with males the knowledge 
being partly intuitive and partly acquired after keeping many an officer's 
bed warm while her husband catered to the officer's wife. 

Strange that the two women would become friends when they were so different, 
but in her wide-eyed innocence, Margie loved everyone, and she looked up to 
the older woman and her sophisticated manner. They shopped together, even 
belonged to the same bridge club for Beth had taken the young woman 
completely under her wing. 

Margie was not sure that she approved of the fact that she could only be 
friends with higher ranking officers, if her husband were to be promoted. 
She also hated the fact that she had to cater to Beth's husband, because he 
was the General. In her mind, he was simply a dirty old man, and she could 
not understand why Beth loved him. Every time he touched her, she shivered 
in disgust and wanted to push his hand away. When he kissed her, she 
actually felt sick at her stomach! But Win had told her that he would be in 
deep trouble if she protested, and so she tried to pretend that he was just 
being friendly. And yet, she knew differently! 

* * * 

Now, on their first anniversary, the two couples were sitting around the bar 
having a nightcap. The young wife stared at the General and Beth and 
shuddered. God! It had been one hell of an evening. Max had insisted that 
they go to the Officer's club and have an anniversary party. Margie had 
wanted a quiet evening with her husband, but instead, it had been a big 
drunken brawl .with Max whispering lewd suggestions in her ear while Win 
pawed the older woman's lewdly dressed body. 

After the party, Win had invited Max and Beth to join them for a last drink, 
and she was not at all happy about it. He often made plans without asking 
her first, and since the General was his closest friend, she dared not deny 
him. She could not see what the two men had in common, unless it was a 
friendship of convenience! Win was up for promotion to Lt. Colonel, and he 
had already told her that he was sure he would get it. For several months 
now, she believed that Max was trying to put the make on her, but her 
husband always told her that it was just her imagination. Now, sitting on 
the bar stool between the General and Beth in their first-floor 
entertainment room, she was bored stiff! She wanted to scream and tell them 
to go home, but she knew it would make Win angry . . . and, in spite of what 
had happened already, she wanted him to be happy on their anniversary night. 

"Congratulations to the lucky man who married the sexiest woman in the whole 
world," Max Sullivan slurred drunkenly, swaying against the young blonde's 
shoulder. "I envy you, you young bastard." 

"Thanks, General," Win Barnes chuckled. "I'm the only man who can handle 
her. She's too much woman for anyone else." 

"Wanta bet?" Max asked. "Why not give me a chance?" 

"Sure," Win snorted. "Easy money! You'd never be able to keep her 
satisfied." 

"Win! Stop it," Margie said, blushing beet red. "You shouldn't tease like 
that." 

"Who's teasing?" the young husband said drunkenly, spilling his Scotch as he 
tried to put it to his mouth. 

"A hundred bucks says I can," Max chortled, his eyes glinting with interest 
as he ignored the young wife's trembling hands against his chest. "Shall we 
make it a real bet?" 

"Why not?" Win said, his glazed eyes attempting to focus on his trembling 
young wife. 

"No! You stop that! I don't like that kind of teasing," Margie snapped as 
she glared at her husband. "I think it's time we said goodnight, darling. 
I'm sure that you both have had enough to drink." 

"Come on! Beth interjected. "We're just getting started!" 

"No! I'm sorry, but I think it's time for everyone to leave," the young 
blonde said nervously, standing up beside the bar stool. 

"Don't be a spoil sport, Margie," the general snapped as he set his glass 
down on the bar, and stood up to put both arms around her waist, pulling her 
lower body against his crotch and grinding his groin obscenely against her 
vaginal mound. "You'll love my prick." 

"Please, Beth. Please take him home." The trembling young wife was close to 
tears, and she showed it. 

"He's just drunk," Beth said, as she got up from the stool and took her 
husband by the arm, pulling him toward her. "Come along, Maxie, baby. No war 
games for you tonight." 

"Well . . . at least you need to be fucked," Max chortled as he lewdly 
lifted his wife's long skirt, exposing her nylon encased legs and buttocks. 
"Why don't we have a little orgy tonight . . . really celebrate our friends' 
anniversary." 

"Not so fast, Sweetheart," the older woman dimpled. "Can't you wait until we 
get home?" 

Beth pushed her skirt down in place and followed the retreating young blonde 
to the door. She could see that Margie was embarrassed and angry, and she 
wanted to keep her as a friend. One day soon, she would stop catering to the 
stupid girl and initiate her into the world of sensual pleasure. But now, 
tonight, was obviously not the time. Margie was too idealistic about 
romantic love, especially tonight on her first wedding anniversary. But Max 
was not going to wait forever to get into her pants, and Beth knew it. He 
was already grumbling about the time it was taking to sample her ripe young 
body. Now, as she stared into the girl's troubled green eyes, she knew that 
Win would have to insist on his wife's submitting to the 

General very soon, or his promotion would be lost and he would be out of the 
Army. Max promoted only the men who had beautiful desirable wives, and only 
after he had fucked them! Of course, she didn't care, because she liked 
fucking the young husbands who could keep going all night without resting. 
She needed a virile man to satisfy her voracious need. Max had been a good 
lover during the first fifteen years, but familiarity had slowed him down so 
much that he could not keep her satisfied anymore. He needed variety to 
perform at his top level, and she needed several men to take care of her. 

"Good night, Beth. I'm sorry our husbands had to drink so much," Margie 
lied. "See you tomorrow for our commissary date." 

"Good night, pet," Max slurred as he lowered his face to the young girl's 
moist red lips and kissed her on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her 
teeth. 

"Good night, friends. Thanks for the party," Win said, staring almost in 
anger at his struggling young wife. 

Quickly Margie pulled away from the older man, and stammered, "Good . . . 
good night." The last thing she saw before closing the door was Max's 
leering face. Angrily, she spun around and stalked across the room to her 
husband. "Thanks a lot! I thought you loved me!" 

"Come on, baby. I was only teasing," the young man soothed as he reached out 
and took her in his arms. "Don't be so goddamned serious." 

"I don't like you talking like that. Do you really want him to make love to 
me?" 

"You might like it," Win said guardedly, pulling her against his chest and 
kissing her passionately. Actually, he thought, she had no choice but to go 
to bed with Max, unless she wanted him to still be a Major this time next 
year . . . or even a civilian! As he held her trembling body close, he 
thought about the General and his modus operandi. He had introduced all his 
young girl friends to Max who had fucked every one of them. That was how he 
had made Major two and a half years ago. Now, Max had offered him the silver 
Maple leaves of a Lt. Colonel in exchange for fucking Margie! 

"You really might like it," he repeated. 

"I would not! Besides, I thought a man wanted his wife to be faithful," 
Margie said as she pulled away from his exciting kiss. 

"Don't talk so much," the young Major sighed and pulled her wetly parted 
mouth back toward his, and kissed her passionately again. He had 
instinctively known that his lovely wife was a one-man woman, and would 
expect her husband to be the same way, but he had taken the chance in 
marrying her anyway. She could be trained . . . he thought. He was lucky 
that Beth Sullivan was such a good fuck! That way, he would be taken care of 
so well that he wouldn't have time to think about his innocent young wife 
writhing like a whore in the General's bed. 

"Darling," Margie whispered as her anger passed and she tingled from her 
husband's kiss. "Let's go to bed! I want you to make love to me." 

"You sure have changed since I married you." 

"I . . . I . . . love you," she stammered, blushing with the intimate 
knowledge of her response to his experienced love-making. 

"I remember when you had to have a dark room to take your clothes off . . . 
and you never asked me to fuck you." 

"Was I that bad?" she asked, embarrassed, as she moved to the bar and began 
cleaning the dirty glasses from the bar. 

"You were so innocent that you thought I had the biggest cock in the whole 
world." 

"I . . . I still do!" 

"But now you know that I'm not too big for your hot little cunt," he 
chuckled as he stepped across the room to the bar where she was wiping up. 
Wordlessly, he reached for the front of her dress and began unbuttoning her 
bodice. 

"Let's go to bed first," Margie said nervously, feeling her own lust flaming 
salaciously high. She tried to fight the voracious need for her husband's 
love-making, but it was impossible for her to deny the obscene hunger in her 
fevered vagina every time he touched her. 

"Why? I want to fuck you somewhere besides the bed. Do you realize that we 
have never made love on the floor? Or in the car? Or in the bushes? The only 
place you ever take your pants off is in bed!" 

"I . . . I'm sorry! I can't help it!" she stammered, feeling as if she had 
displeased him. "I can't help it." 

"Sure you can! There's no one here but us! It's our first anniversary, and 
I'm even hotter for you than I was a year ago." 

"Really?" 

"Yes! I want to fuck you right here on the floor," he groaned as he quickly 
lowered the top of her full length dress down to her waist and quickly 
unsnapped the back of her brassiere. Before she could protest, he slid it 
down her soft white shoulders and let it hang loose while he lowered his 
lips to her full, proudly up-thrust breasts. With a deep guttural groan, he 
sucked at her firm fleshy mounds, moving from one to the other, nibbling at 
the already erected nipples as though drawing milk from them. 

"Ohhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . " she mumbled, her entire body vibrating 
with salacious desire. "Ohhhh . . . Darling . . . let's go to bed." 

"Uh-uh . . . " he muttered, lowering his hand down beneath the front of her 
dress and sliding his fingers beneath the tight elastic waistband of her 
panties to caress her hair-lined cuntal lips. 

Then, sucking at her rubbery little nipples, he used his outstretched middle 
finger to part her already moistened pussy lips. She quivered as he began 
sliding it up and down her moistly heated vaginal slit. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhhh . . . darling . . . let's go to bed . . . " 
Margie gasped hoarsely, her weakened knees trembling beneath her. 

"No . . . I want to fuck you here . . . right here on the floor," he mumbled 
around her resilient mounds of flesh. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't 
stand up." 

"I.. . you. . . darling . . . I . . . ohhhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhh," she moaned 
as she spread her legs wide and bent her knees in a half-squat, giving him 
deeper access to her feverishly tingling cunt. She could not help herself! 
She knew that it was obscene to sprawl on the floor, but her mind was 
reeling with the throbbing desire to make love to her husband. She could 
still remember the first time he had done it to her and the gentleness that 
he had used to teach her about sex. Remembering the intensity of their 
love-making that first night one year ago, she let herself go and ground her 
hips in little circles, forcing the full length of his outstretched finger 
deep up inside her hotly pulsing pussy. 

"Oh shit," Win groaned, as he jerked his hand from her tightly clasping cunt 
and forced all her clothing down her long slender thighs, letting them fall 
to the floor. Then, he knelt in front of her nakedly trembling body, his 
face pressed against her pubic curls. 

"Ohhhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhh . . . Darling . . . I can't stand it," the 
lovely blonde wife moaned as she felt her husband slide his wet wiggling 
tongue up and down her tautened little belly. 

"What did you say?" he asked teasingly, trying to lower his face to her 
warmly perfumed vaginal slit. 

"Oh God! Make love to me! Please take me to bed." Margie pled, holding his 
face in position against her abdomen, not wanting him to kiss her up between 
her legs. 

"Ask me to fuck you! Say, Please fuck me!" 

"Oh yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me," she whimpered, her mind a seething pot 
of liquid fire. 

Slowly, Win pulled his moaning wife down on the floor in front of the bar 
and spread her legs wide apart. Then, he kicked off his shoes and hurriedly 
undressed, tossing his rumpled clothing to the carpet-covered floor beside 
him. Completely naked, he reached down and stroked his long thick cock to 
even greater hardness, staring all the while into her lust-slitted eyes. 

Quickly then, Win pushed her knees further apart to reveal the moist, 
coral-hued, fleshy layers of her hair-lined pussy which glistened with his 
saliva and her excited cuntal secretions. Groaning with impatience, he 
crawled up between her lewdly splayed thighs and positioned the lust-swollen 
tip of his cock against the gaping little mouth of her vagina. 

Embarrassed, yet fascinated, Margie stared down at her handsome husband as 
he massaged his long hard penis and marvelled at its increase in length and 
thickness. She would never get used to the huge size of it, nor how her 
tight little vagina could adjust to its massive girth. Suddenly unable to 
bear the tingling torture down there between her widespread thighs, she 
moaned, "Fuck me, Darling . . . please love me!" 

"That's my girl! I love to fuck that tight little pussy of yours! You're the 
hottest cunt I've ever had," the Major groaned as he balanced his weight on 
his hands and lowered his body over his lovely wife. Immediately Margie 
lifted her hips to rub her fevered pussy lips against the reddened head of 
his warmly pulsating penis. It was almost as though wet velvet fingers were 
stroking his cockhead as he placed his lips on her wetly quivering mouth and 
kissed her again, ramming his probing tongue between her teeth and feeling 
her suck eagerly on it as she writhed in abandonment beneath him. His penis 
was throbbing with a painful impatience as he felt the slickened vaginal 
secretions coating her fevered pussy in preparation for love-making. 

The thought of having his long hard shaft buried deep up inside her belly 
and of the pleasure he always felt when he began fucking into her tightly 
clasping cunt brought an unbearable excitement to his naked loins. Pressing 
slowly forward, teasing his pulsating cockhead against her moistly heated 
vaginal opening, he brought a low cry of gurgling delight to her 
passion-clenched lips. 

Her cunt moved anxiously up to meet him and her breathing became heavy and 
deep. She was burning up down there and she needed him to do it now . . . 
fill her vagina with his pleasure-giving penis! Make her cum! 

"Ohhhhhhhh.. . Winnnnnnnn . . . ohhhhh . . . do it . . . put it in . . . " 
Margie moaned, unable to stop the lewd words. 

The young Army officer grinned down at the groaning female as he continued 
teasing his bulbous cocktip up and down the moist open slit between her 
thighs, using his long hard shaft to part her sparsely curling pussy hair, 
tormenting her with the unbearable intensity of the frictioning pressure 
back and forth over her sensitive clitoris. Then, unable to wait any longer, 
he pushed forward and felt her soft pussy lips flutter apart and close over 
the tip of his eagerly pulsating penis. Little tremors of her vaginal 
muscles rippled outward, evidence of her intense lust, and then, he felt her 
tightly clasping cuntal sheath stretching to accommodate his thickened 
hardness as he burrowed deeper into her warm buttery flesh. 

"Ohhhh . . . yes . . . ummmmmmmmmm." She purred low in her chest as the 
powerful sensations flooded her trembling loins. Margie had never felt 
anything so wonderful as her husband's hotly throbbing penis buried deep 
inside her vagina. Oh God, she would never get enough of him! 

Slowly, the excited husband withdrew his lust-hardened cock almost all the 
way out. Hearing her low moan of disappointment, he smiled down at her 
contorted face, and slowly very slowly thrust forward again, his long hard 
penis slipping through the pulsing depths of her heated cunt. He was 
immediately rewarded with a low gasp of delight as she bounced her hips 
upward against his massive shaft. He could feel her trembling legs wrapping 
tightly around his back, her fingers gently digging into his back and 
shoulders, and her heels pressing against his naked buttocks. 

"Oh God! More," the young blonde moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy. "It 
feels so good . . . your penis is just right.. . so good . . . ohhhhhhhhh . 
. . harder . . . more!" 

"Oh shit. . . your cunt is hot . . . so tight . . . just like it was a year 
ago on our honeymoon," Win groaned through gritted teeth. He could feel her 
deeper muscles going to work, nibbling at his long hard cock until the 
throbbing pleasure was almost more than he could bear. Often, he had to use 
every ounce of self-control that he could muster to keep from cumming before 
she did. Strange how that never happened with anyone else. He could remember 
fucking Beth Sullivan all night long without having a climax. He would make 
her cum, and cum, and cum, and cum, but he continued to stay hard and always 
in control. 

Trying to think of Margie as just another woman now, he pulled his 
lust-hardened penis midway out, then stopped and stared down at her 
fluttering eyelids; marveling at her sensual beauty. Then, he rammed forward 
again, slamming up into her quivering cunt until his cock-head jolted 
against her sensitive cervix. 

"Ohhhhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Oh yes . . . make me cum . . 
. ohhhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhh!" 

Win was grinning as the obscene plea erupted from her throat, knowing that 
before she climaxed, she would be talking like a street whore. She got so 
excited sometimes that she forgot what she was saying . . . or doing! Then, 
goaded on by her words, the handsome Major began fucking up into her warmly 
clasping pussy faster and faster, forcing his hardened shaft to go even 
deeper up inside her rippling belly. At the same time, the naked young 
husband lifted her lewdly squirming ass-cheeks up off the floor, allowing 
his sperm-bloated testicles to slam into the dampened crevice between her 
bouncing buttocks. He forced her knees forward until her feet were touching 
the carpet beside her head. He could see her tiny crinkled rectum nestled 
between her fleshy ass-cheeks, and the sight of that little brown star 
brought an overpowering lust burning through his cum-filled balls. 

Margie was a special woman . . . in bed . . . or wherever she might be. Once 
she had been an innocent virgin, but he had taught her the finer arts of 
love-making, and now she could keep any man happy. But, she was happy to 
please him . . . only him, and she seemed to be satisfied with him alone! 
Sometimes he wondered if it would not be a mistake to let another man fuck 
her. She might learn to like it and be dissatisfied with him! He certainly 
did not want to lose her, but he was going to share her with Max if she 
stayed his wife. It was a fact of life . . . he gave the general what he 
wanted . . . and the general gave Win what he wanted! A promotion! One day 
he wanted to be a General so he could do the ordering around! Yeah! Then, he 
was never going to kiss a man's ass again! 

His thoughts had cooled his passion, but suddenly he heard her mewling of 
undisguised delight, and his conscious mind returned to her ecstatically 
clasping pussy. It gave him a real sense of power to know that she was his 
sole property! She belonged to him . . . she would do anything he said! Yes, 
she would give him whatever he wanted! He had tried to eat her cunt several 
times, but she had always stopped him. The only thing he had ever done in 
that respect was to kiss her there and run his long stiff tongue through her 
vagina lips once. When he had done that, she had distracted him by begging 
him to fuck her! Tonight.. . or maybe tomorrow, he was going to eat her 
pussy until she went completely out of her mind. Then, he was going to make 
her suck his cock! He had been careful to go slow with that part of her 
education preparing her for Max Sullivan . . . but time was running out. 

Now, using a steady rhythm, his hips pumped up and down, driving his wetly 
glistening in and out of her fevered cuntal flesh with long liquid strokes 
that jolted her naked young body. 

Margie continued moaning in a mindless delight under the relentless assault 
of his warmly pulsating penis. Her gurgling moans were joined by her 
husbands urgent groans as she used her right hand to gently massage his 
cum-filled balls . . . forcing him to fight harder for control. 

"Aaggghhhhh. . . ohhhhhhhh . . . so good . . . you feel so good, darling," 
she crooned, her lust-hoarsened voice low and deep. 

Win Barnes could heard his wife's lewd murmurs, and he could feel her 
nakedly quivering body beneath him as her thighs spread even wider and her 
legs wrapped tighter around his back. Her lewdly upturned cunt was meeting 
each thrust he made, and her wet pussy mouth alternately tightened and 
fluttered as it slid back and forth over his rock-hard penis. She had to be 
the hottest little bitch he had ever had! It was even more surprising to him 
since she had been a virgin when he married her. And yet, he had known that 
she would be a very sexual person from the way she responded to his kisses. 

"Oh doddammit, Baby," the handsome Major groaned. "Your pussy is so hot . . 
. so tight. . . please cum! I'm about to go out of my gourd!" 

Almost immediately he felt a change within her hot buttery cuntal sheath. 
Her vaginal walls began flowing with warm slick moisture, and he could feel 
her cervix seeming to grow around his blood-engorged cockhead. He knew that 
she was close to climax as her breath became more shallow and labored. 
Abruptly both of her hands were cupping his tensed buttocks, forcing him 
deeper up inside her hotly clasping little hole. He leaned forward, pressing 
hard against her upturned ass-cheeks, and dropped his mouth to her firmly 
up-thrust breasts. His lips glued to her tiny erected nipples, moving from 
one to the other, his tongue teasing at the sensitive nub as he fucked 
savagely in and out of her nibbling pussy. 

"Darling . . . aagggghhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . I want to cum . . . I 
gotta cum . . . cum . . . cum, Darling . . . my wonderful husband . . . cum 
inside me," she chanted, her voice becoming incoherent as she orgasmed once 
. . . and then again as she felt his hot liquid release and flood her 
ecstatically quivering womb. 

His virile sperm filled her belly and then flowed in a silvery stream of 
molten lava down into the crevice of her buttocks. She felt it dripping down 
her thighs and puddling beneath her. Her deeper vaginal muscles continued to 
spasm and contract in violent rhythm around the still thrusting head of his 
emptying penis for at least a minute after he had cum. Then, almost 
immediately, she could feel the tremulous beginning of another erection as 
they both shuddered to a motionless pose, their breathing heavy and uneven. 

Win, too, felt his cock growing as it slowly filled the tightly clasping 
sheath of her pussy and he smiled to himself. He wondered how many husbands 
wanted to fuck their wives all night! He had heard so many men talking about 
their wives and after they had been married a few months they talked as if 
it were a chore to do anything but satisfy their own sexual urges. He 
grinned at her knowingly as he felt a small fluttering inside her cunt and 
knew that she was becoming excited again from the way his cock was hardening 
deep inside her tight little cunt. 

Momentarily, they were both too weary to do anything but lie still and feel 
the delightful sensations emanating from their naked loins. But soon, they 
began moving against each other in the age-old rhythm of sexual 
satisfaction. Relaxed and happy, the young husband closed his eyes and 
kissed her on slightly parted lips, reveling in the sweetly perfumed taste 
of her heated mouth. 

"Don't you want to go to bed, darling?" Margie asked breathlessly, pulling 
her lips from his and kissing him on the tip of his nose. 

"Uh-uh!" 

"We wouldn't have to move afterwards," she sighed, feeling his pulsating 
hardness taking control of her shamelessly aroused vagina again. 

"I just want more of you," he moaned, as his head lowered to her lushly 
up-thrust breast again. 

"We don't have to get up anyway . . . we'll just sleep on the floor," she 
whispered. 

"Good idea! And I may just fuck you all night," he chuckled as he lifted his 
head and stared into her lust-slitted eyes. 

'Good idea," she moaned, then began lewdly pumping her hair-lined cunt up to 
meet his thickened shaft. "All night. Oh yes . . . we'll fuck . . . all 
night . . . " 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When Margie awoke the next morning, she stared around the living room. 
Momentarily, she was confused at her nakedness and the fact that she 
obviously had been sleeping on the carpet. 

When she became fully awake, the young wife sat up on the floor, her hand 
pressed in shock to her mouth. It was with considerable dismay that the 
seemingly unending stream of sperm flowed from her tender vagina. The cloudy 
liquid soaked into the fuck rug, and she quickly reached down to stem the 
flow. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she felt the sticky semen 
spreading over her trembling fingers. Nervously, she looked around the room 
for her husband, but she was alone. 

"Win? Win, where are you?" she called. 

When there was no reply, she jumped up from the floor and ran upstairs to 
the bedroom, warm white cum streaming lewdly down her naked thighs. She 
paused before the full length mirror in the bedroom, and then hurried 
through the door to the bathroom for a shower. 

As soon as she stepped into the tub-shower, she saw the note hanging on a 
shower curtain hook. It read, "Good morning, lover! Today is August 1st, in 
case you don't remember. I did not have the heart to wake you. You were 
sleeping like a baby. Thanks for an even better first anniversary than the 
honeymoon . . . which was better than good. Some woman I married . . . wow!" 
It was signed, "Your-out husband!" 

Margie giggled in delight as she began soaping her naked body, cleaning the 
all-to-evident signs of love-making from her satisfied loins. 

Hurriedly, she completed her shower and dressed to go to the commissary. She 
was ready to go when the doorbell rang. Beth was right on time, as usual. 
Margie threw open the door . . . and gasped as she saw the almost 
transparent blouse the older woman was wearing. "Beth! Are you going out in 
public like that?" 

"I sure am! What's wrong with it?" 

"I . . . I . . . I think it's . . . " Margie stammered. "Why I can see your 
breasts! It doesn't look like you have anything on!" 

"But I do! Look, Honey, I like to show off," the General's wife said 
seriously. "I don't see anything wrong with showing your tits. I wish I 
didn't have to wear anything." 

"But. . . but. . . what will the Commissary Officer say?" 

"What can he say? I'm the General's wife." 

"Yes . . . I know . . . but the women won't like it." 

"Who the fuck cares? Max knows that I dress like this. He likes it." 

"Beth! You're impossible," Margie said as she smiled at the older woman, her 
eyes moving uncontrollably to her almost naked breasts. They were small and 
youthful looking, but that made it even more exciting. Her body was slim and 
reminded her of a teenager's body. Her hip-hugger pants didn't help either. 
They fit so low that her entire belly button was uncovered. 

"Do I embarrass you?" Beth asked with concern. 

"Not really!" 

"Then I don't care. But, I don't want you to be ashamed of me," the 
beautiful black-haired woman said. "I do care about what you think." 

"I like you, too. Come on, lets go turn all the men on and make the 
house-fraus hate us." 

"Great! I love stirring up trouble!" the General's wife grinned. 

"I hate being pushed and shoved by all the dull, frustrated women with two 
or three children hanging on to them." 

"Me too! I think we ought to have our own private hours for shopping." 

"That would be nice," Margie dimpled. "But then, we're no better than they 
are when it comes to dependent's privileges." 

"I am! I don't even consider myself in their category." 

"You're right about some soldiers' wives. They are disgusting." 

"Of course they are! You're like me . . . better than all the rest," Beth 
replied quietly, then studied the lovely young blonde. She was absolutely 
glowing this morning. Win must have given her his first class treatment last 
night . . . as only he could do! Momentarily, she wondered what Margie would 
think if she knew about the romance between her husband and her friend! Of 
course she was too young to understand, but it was time she was educated to 
the facts of life. She had waited damn long enough for Win to tell her how 
the General operated, and besides, she needed the handsome young man to fuck 
her again. There had never been anyone like him when it came to satisfying 
her! She had willingly let him go after he got married, but she was tired of 
waiting! There were going to be some changes made very soon, or she would 
blow the whole thing wide open. 

"Discounting your see-through blouse, you look especially beautiful today," 
Margie said as she got into the passenger seat of Beth's Cadillac 
convertible. 

"You're sweet to say it, but you don't have to flatter an old gal like me." 

"I'm not! I swear that you don't look a day over twenty," the young blonde 
said firmly. "Your hair is so black that it looks blue." 

"I always wanted to be a blonde, honey." 

"We're never satisfied, are we," she asked. "I get sick of my blonde hair!" 

"That's what makes the world go around," the older woman dimpled as she lit 
a cigarette with one hand and drove down the driveway. "We all need a change 
now and then." 

"How do you stay so young, Beth?" 

"I get plenty of sex and male companionship," the black-haired woman 
countered. "From men . . . as young as I can find." 

"You mean you go to bed with other men? . . . You commit adultery?" It was 
impossible to keep the shock and curiosity out of her voice. 

Beth threw back her head and laughed throatily, staring at the wide-eyed 
expression on the blonde's face. Now, she had her chance to tell the young 
wife just what she thought. 

"Sure! Don't tell me that you're faithful to your husband." 

"I am," Margie gasped. "Furthermore, I always will be." 

"Are you satisfied to be with one man, or is it your sanctified moral code?" 

"I'm very happy with Win. I don't need other men, and if you do, you have 
the wrong husband." 

"You're a very lucky young girl if you're telling the truth," Beth said 
seriously. "I can prove that 100 percent of the wives here have boyfriends." 

"You're kidding!" 

"Sorry! It's the facts of life, honey." 

"Then, why don't you get a divorce?" Margie asked, her face masked with 
shock and surprise at the confession of her older friend. She had always 
known that Beth was not the most moral person in the whole world, but she 
had never guessed that she ran around on her husband. 

"Never! What good would that do? No one man could ever keep me satisfied all 
the time. I like variety," she responded. "You should try it sometime. It 
gives you a depth of understanding that nothing else can. You learn about 
all kinds of men . . . and their desires." 

"I don't understand you. But, I can assure you that Win is certainly man 
enough to take care of me. I don't need another man to satisfy me." 

"And I don't understand you, either! How can you possibly be satisfied with 
a boring sexual existence like that. Don't you ever dream about having a 
strange man?" 

"No . . . I . . . " 

"Come on, Margie! Tell the truth, now," Beth teased. "I bet you've dreamed 
of someone other than Win making love to you." 

"Okay! That's different. Dreams don't count. That's something I have no 
control over." 

"It's your sub-conscious mind crying out. Trying to tell you that it wants 
to be fucked by more than one man," the older woman grinned. 

"Win and I satisfy each other, and we don't need to be loved by anyone else. 
You commit adultery only when you're dissatisfied with your mate," Margie 
snapped as her friend pulled the Cadillac into the General's private parking 
place outside the Commissary and turned off the engine. "Let's not discuss 
it any longer. We'll never agree." 

"You remind me of the women of the Victorian era. No one believes in that 
crap anymore. Today, we believe that you should be faithful to yourself . . 
. not some male counterpart." 

"I really don't feel like talking about it any longer," Margie said again as 
she got out of the car and started toward the commissary store. 

"Wait . . . I'm sorry," Beth said repentantly. "We all have our own ideas, 
but one day I'm going to change your mind about prudery." 

They had gone only a few steps when the wolf-whistles started and the 
soldiers openly stared at the lewdly dressed woman. Margie was so 
embarrassed that she tried to ignore the group of men collecting as they 
walked by. 

"Doesn't that turn you on, honey . . . all those men with hard-ons, just 
dying to get into your pants?" Beth laughed sexily. 

"No! It makes me angry! The crude animals!" Margie snapped as she heard one 
soldier whisper to his buddy, "Shit, man, I can almost see her ass!" 

As the two women entered the commissary and passed the identification 
check-point, the young blonde heard the sergeant lewdly telling someone that 
it was General Sullivan's wife. She wanted to fade into the wall and 
disappear, but then, why should she? If Beth wanted to dress like that, the 
men shouldn't say anything about it. Why did they have to get excited every 
time they saw a sexy woman? Win wouldn't be like that. He would look the 
other way and refuse to be challenged by it. Yes, she knew that he would do 
that! Or would he? Actually, she really did not know what her husband did 
when he was away from her. If Beth was right, then all men committed 
adultery! 

Refusing to let the older woman put doubts in her mind, she turned her 
thoughts to shopping for food, pushing her cart far ahead of the lewdly 
dressed woman. Purposely, she kept at least a grocery lane ahead of Beth, 
not wanting any part of the group of soldiers following behind her, pushing 
empty carts. 

When she was finished with her grocery list, she shoved the grocery cart to 
the check-out stand, and waited for the line to go through. While she 
waited, she casually glanced backwards, trying to locate her friend. When 
she saw her, she began trembling with silent anger and an unidentified 
excitement rippled through her youthful body. Beth was standing beside the 
meat counter, leaning over the open top as though searching for a particular 
cut of meat. A young male wearing a butcher's apron was on the other side of 
her, his hand over Beth's blouse, and moving in a caressing motion across 
her breasts. 

Margie felt faint as she turned away and could not believe what she had 
seen. A second later, unable to control her curiosity, she turned to look at 
her friend again. The young soldier was moving away from the meat counter, 
and she saw his hand move down to his crotch. He actually rubbed his bulging 
pants, and she knew that he had an erection. Oh God, she thought, I don't 
believe it. I must be asleep and dreaming! Beth couldn't do that in a public 
store! She wouldn't! She's the General's wife and should set a good example 
for the enlisted men. 

"You finished faster than I did," the older woman said to Margie as she 
moved into the opposite line. "I'm just a slow-poke." 

"Yeah . . . I guess so . . . I didn't buy as much as you did," Margie 
stammered, staring down at her shopping cart. 

"Let's go somewhere for lunch after we put the groceries away," Beth said 
quietly. "I don't want to stay home." 

"I . . . I don't think so . . . I'm really tired," the young girl stammered. 

"You should be after celebrating your first anniversary," the older woman 
teased loudly. "Tell me about it, honey. Did you go at it all night long?" 

Margie blushed and nervously stared around at the grinning faces in the 
grocery line, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her. 

"Please, Beth! Be quiet," she whispered. "You're being vulgar." 

"Then, say you'll come to lunch with me and I'll hush," she dimpled as she 
saw the young girl's embarrassment. She could see that it would take a lot 
of work to change Margie's moral attitude, but then married to Max, she was 
a pro at it! 

"Okay . . . okay . . . " the young blonde said through gritted teeth, trying 
to ignore the smiling faces of the military wives. 

As soon as she went through the check-out stand and paid the clerk, she 
hurried out to the car and waited impatiently for her friend who seemed to 
be dawdling at the check-out stand. She was almost sure that she was engaged 
in a useless conversation with the male clerk, just to let him have a better 
look at her exposed breasts. Beth had embarrassed her before, but never like 
this. Yes, she would go to lunch with her if she would change her blouse. 
Damn her, anyway! Why did she have to do things that were so juvenile when 
she was a mature sophisticated woman? 

The young wife's thoughts were tortured and confused when she heard her 
older friend move up beside her, a private pushing her cart. She stared at 
her flushed face and knew that the exposure had excited her physically, just 
as it had turned on all the soldiers. A person would almost think that she 
was an exhibitionist! But that was a perverted sickness! Beth was not sick! 

"Honey, I'm sorry that it took me so long, but the young man at the check 
stand wanted to ask me about something. He needed some advice on how to go 
about getting a transfer," Beth said seriously as the youth began loading 
the groceries in the convertible. When she saw Margie reach for a bag of 
groceries, she added, "No! He'll put them in the car." 

"I can do it," Margie snapped unthinkingly, then closed her mouth with 
chagrin. "I didn't mean it that way . . . I just meant.. . " 

"It's okay, honey. I know how you feel about messing around with strange 
men. I don't want you to fuck him, just let him do the unloading," Beth 
teased laughingly. 

Margie flushed a beet-red and turned away from the leering young soldier's 
insulting eyes. She would have to watch herself and not let Beth's words 
goad her into anger. The older woman thought nothing of her obscene words 
and actions, and she was unaware that she shocked other people with her 
unusual ideas. There should be room in the world for all kinds of people and 
all philosophies. That was something she was going to have to learn! 

On the drive to Calvin Heights, Beth was strangely quiet, but the young 
blonde immediately spotted the reason. Beth was driving one-handed, her 
other hand just below the steering wheel, lying on her lap . . . her fingers 
were busy caressing her vaginal mound. Margie was sure that the General's 
wife was rubbing her vagina because her teeth were clenched together as if 
she were fighting back a moan. She tried to think of a conversation but her 
mind was filled with thoughts of their conversation on the way to the 
commissary store. She knew that she was right about marriage, but Beth had 
planted seeds of doubt about her husband's faithfulness. 

Beside her Beth suddenly exhaled loudly and both her hands went back to the 
steering wheel. "The commissary sure takes a lot out of you," Beth said 
quietly. "Maybe we shouldn't go to lunch after all. I think I need a nap, 
too." 

"We can have a swim," the young wife said quickly, wanting nothing more than 
to cancel the luncheon engagement. 

"Sounds good . . . your house or mine?" 

"You can put your meat in my refrigerator if you like," Margie suggested. 

"No! It'll only take a minute to drive up the hill from your place. I know, 
you come with me." 

"All right . . . if you want me to." 

That ended the conversation until Beth pulled into the driveway and offered 
to help carry the bags in. 

They had just entered the house when Margie heard a male voice downstairs 
from the bedroom area. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Hey, Margie! Is that you?" 

The startled young wife glanced up to see her husband leaning over the 
banister of the sleeping loft that overlooked the living room. He was 
dressed in a pair of jockey shorts, and he was rubbing his naked penis 
hanging out the opening in his shorts. 

"Yes, darling. What are you doing home?" she asked in surprise. 

"I was too tired to work," he grinned knowingly. "You fucked the shit out of 
me last night." 

At that precise moment, Win saw Beth come into view from the kitchen where 
tne two women had delivered the groceries. A shocked expression came over 
his face, and he backed away from the open-slatted railing and exploded, 
"Why the hell didn't you tell me you had company?" 

"I was going to, but I didn't have time," Margie stammered as she stared at 
her friend's amused eyes. 

"What's the big deal, Win?" the older woman asked. "I've seen you in shorts 
before . . . even naked!" 

"I'm sorry . . . I . . . " Margie stammered, confused by her revelation. 

"I better be going, honey. I'll leave you two love-birds alone," Beth said 
as she quickly exited the living room. 

Margie started to follow her, but stopped when she heard the door slam and 
knew that her friend had already let herself out the front door. Shocked by 
the older woman's words, she stared up at the bedroom, but Win was nowhere 
in sight. Slowly she climbed up the stairs to the master bedroom suite. When 
she was in view of the dressing room-closet, she saw her husband coming 
through the door, completely naked. 

"Come on . . . get your clothes off! I want you in bed with me," Win 
chuckled. "You know I can't sleep without you." 

"Darling, did you hear what Beth said?" 

"No . . . I ran to the closet and closed the door," Win yawned and lied. 
"What did she say?" 

"She said she had seen you in your shorts before. Even naked!" 

"So what? She probably has," he said quietly, trying to calm his rapidly 
beating heart. "I used to double date with her and Max before I met you." 

"But, how could she see you naked?" 

"Did she really say that?. " 

"Well, if you had your pants off, you must have taken your shorts off, too," 
she snapped angrily. 

"I used to stay all night with them when I got drunk at their parties. I 
probably slept with a girl there, too." 

"I don't think that was very nice," the young wife pouted as she moved to 
the dressing room-closet combination. 

"Forget it, Baby! That happened before I met you. Now, get your clothes off 
and don't talk so much," Win crooned as he removed the bedspread and lay 
back on the bed. "Sure is warm today." 

There was no sound coming from the dressing room and the young husband bit 
his lip as he thought about the older woman's brazenness. Shit, Beth thought 
nothing of statements like that, but she could get him into a lot of trouble 
by being loose-tongued. He was deep in thought when he saw his lovely young 
wife coming toward the bed. Her lips were puckered in a childish pout and 
she was dressed in a sheer nightgown. He could see her curvaceous body 
outlined beneath the nylon fabric, and a grin split his face as he said, 
"You aren't hiding anything with that on." 

"Don't tease, Win. I don't like to think about you making love to another 
woman, even if it was before you met me." 

"Surely, you don't think I was a virgin, too." 

"No . . . but I don't want to hear about it." 

"All right! I'll just stay silent when you ask me a question. Will that keep 
you from hating me?" 

"I . . . I don't hate you . . . " Margie stammered, then saw the teasing 
grin on her husband's face as she stared down at him. She dimpled and added, 
"You are teasing! Were you teasing me about staying all night at Beth's 
house, too?" 

"Remember! I'm going to stay silent." His eyes slitted with desire and he 
whispered, "Come here! Get that goddamned rag off." 

Quickly, Margie stripped the sheer nightgown from her body and climbed into 
bed to kneel over his nakedly posed body. She dropped her mouth to his and 
hungrily kissed him, her uncertainty causing her desperate feelings to come 
through. She kissed him as though she were afraid he would disappear in 
front of her eyes. Then, slowly, she calmed and her naked body pressed 
against his in an urgent need for his love. 

Gently, Win rolled her over until she was lying on her back in the middle of 
the king-sized bed. Lifting himself up on one elbow, with his mouth still 
glued to hers he dropped his right hand down her naked back until he was 
massaging her soft warm buttocks. He could feel her trembling beneath his 
hand and knew that she was becoming excited. He wanted her to forget the 
subject of his life before he met her, and this was the best way to change 
her thoughts. He was aware of her urgent need for him and knew that her love 
for him was stronger because he was the only man in her life. But, he 
couldn't wait much longer to tell her about his way of life, or Beth 
obviously would tell her everything. And that meant everything! His 
promotion to Lt. Colonel had already been signed by the General with the 
understanding that he would share his wife with him. Now, there was no 
turning back, and he had to convince Margie to go along with it or he would 
lose his rank. Win couldn't afford to change his mind now that he was 
already assured of the promotion, but he would not be happy to lose his 
wife, either. It was up to him to make her accept his way of life, even if 
he had to use a little force. He had gone easy with her sexual education for 
two reasons. One was that he was very happy to have intercourse, missionary 
style, and the other was that she seemed to be completely satisfied with one 
way. He kept thinking that she would want to try something new, but each 
time he tried to instigate oral sex, or a new position for fucking, she 
silently urged him to keep it the way it was. He had kissed her on the pussy 
several times, but she always pulled him immediately away by saying that she 
wanted him to fuck her. One time when he pushed her mouth down on his cock, 
she had kissed it, blushed and moved her mouth to his, kissing him even more 
violently. 

Now, as he kissed her soft urgent lips, his hand caressing her curving 
ass-cheeks, he had an uncontrollable desire to eat her cunt until she begged 
for more. The sooner she learned that oral sex was satisfying, the sooner 
she would be ready to go on to other things. 

He pulled his lips away from hers, and whispered, "I want to show you 
something very nice." 

"Yes . . . love me . . . put it in . . . " Margie moaned, thinking that he 
meant he wanted to fuck her. She spread her legs wide and waited for him to 
climb over her. 

Knowing that it would be useless to explain, Win lifted up and knelt between 
her widespread thighs, his hands holding her around the knees. When he 
lifted her legs up and over, she thought he was just getting her ready to 
make love to her and so she was unprepared for his sudden movement. 

Suddenly, she heard a loud groan escape his lips, and then, his wetly heated 
lips were kissing her vagina! A ripple of forbidden pleasure flickered 
through her loins, but she still made a half-hearted effort to push his head 
away. 

"Ohhhhhhh . . . Aaaggghhhhhhhh . . . Winnnnnnnn . . . noooooooo . . . " she 
gasped, her eyes tightly closed, but her body was trapped and she had to 
admit that his hot hungry mouth did feel good down there between her legs. 
She wanted him so badly that she would surely die if he stopped now! And 
yet, she could not willingly allow him to keep his mouth on her vagina. 
"Nooooo . . . not that! Put your penis in me! Make love to me . . . now! 
Aaaggghhhhh! Nooooo!" 

The young husband grinned as he heard her gurgling protests, knowing that 
she was responding to his rapacious tongue. He kept his ovaled lips pressed 
against her moistly quivering cunt as the sweet-scented aroma of her 
feminine flesh drove him almost crazy with a carnal need. Then, as she 
convulsively shuddered, he buried his tongue inside her hot little pussy and 
began driving it in and out of her tight cuntal mouth in a fucking tempo, 
his head rising and falling above her heaving belly. She thrashed beneath 
the forbidden onslaught, moaning salaciously as he nipped at the bud of her 
already erected clitoris with his teeth. Her groans of protest rapidly 
became mewls of lust as he licked from her clitoris to her wildly puckering 
anus, and then back up again to thrust his tongue in and out of her heatedly 
aroused pussy. 

"Aaaaggghhhhhh," Margie gasped as his pistoning tongue flooded her naked 
body with lewd delight and her shamelessly aroused vaginal slit bucked up 
against his tormenting tongue. Involuntarily, she reached down to pull his 
head in tighter against her vibrating pussy, when she suddenly realized what 
she was doing. "Nooooo . . . aaaggghhhhhhh!" she gasped. "I can't stand it . 
. . I don't like it . . . it's dirty! Stop! Please, Win, don't do that!" 

But even as she pleaded, her hotly tingling cuntal passage clutched at his 
wet teasing tongue and she spread her thighs even further apart, giving him 
deeper access to her secret flesh. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she 
stroked his neck, her eyelids fluttering in ecstasy as his pleasure-giving 
tongue fucked through her gaping cuntal slit, frictioning across her 
clitoris with a force that threatened to unhinge her mind. 

Oh shit, the young husband thought, the taste of her hot little pussy is 
driving me to an all time high! It smells like sweet honey! Roses! I thought 
she would force me to stop . . . even make me go away from her. . . out of 
her sight! But, her goddamned cunt is so hot . . . even hotter than when I 
fuck her! I think she digs tongue-fucking! 

Raising his head then, he silently stared up at his young wife's passionate 
expression, and a smile split his face as he returned his tongue to her 
moistly gleaming pussy lips which were spread wide-open in a lewd invitation 
to do as he willed. The swollen head of his cock was pressed against the 
mattress, and his balls were throbbing with anxious desire as he absorbed 
the delicious sight of her wetly glistening pussy flesh surrounded by a 
golden halo of matted pubic hair. The sight was so arousing that he reached 
down with his left hand and stroked his painfully pulsating penis, groaning 
with renewed ardor. 

"Ohhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . " Margie moaned unceasingly as she 
felt his mouth moving away from her hotly tingling vagina. She wanted him to 
stop, but at the same time, she wanted his tongue inside her aching pussy. 
Unable to stop the salacious words, she added, "do something . . . oh please 
. . . fuck me!" 

Pleased with her piteous cry, the young husband immediately dropped his 
mouth once more and buried the full length of his tongue inside her 
succulent cuntal flesh. Working from experience, he licked and probed at 
every erogenous nerve-ending in her shamelessly squirming pussy, and he 
delighted at her lewd gurgles of encouragement as his tongue slid in and out 
of her heated opening. Quickly, he drove her to an apex of passion that 
forced her to accept the obscene mouthing of her sensitive vaginal slit. 

Margie knew that she should stop this forbidden act, but a mindless desire 
took control of her nakedly heaving body, and she encouraged him to lick and 
suck with salacious abandon at her sensitive flesh. Wantonly, she ground her 
naked buttocks up against his chin, grinding her hair-lined cunt against his 
lips as moaning pleasure erupted from her clenched teeth, forcing his face 
and tongue even deeper into her blonde-fringed pussy. She felt him take his 
hands and cup her fleshy buttocks, holding her in a lewdly exposed position 
while he sucked and nibbled at her throbbing clitoris. She almost screamed 
when he plunged his rigid tongue deep inside her tingling vagina and licked 
around her sensitive cuntal lips. 

Unable to control her lewd actions, she reached down and tangled her fingers 
in his curly brown hair, directing his hotly sucking mouth down so that his 
long pointed tongue was fucking in and out of her tightly quivering vaginal 
passage again. Her head flailed from side to side, and she could hear the 
obscene slurping noises as he wiggled his tongue around and around inside 
her vibrating hole. Following her silent instructions, he moved his teeth up 
to the point where he was able to nip at her hardened nub, and then 
frictioned the tip of his tongue back and forth across her clitoral mound 
until she was deliriously moaning out her pleasure. 

Win's long hard cock was driving him out of his mind, but he could not stop 
now. He had to bring Margie to climax this way so she would want him to do 
it again. If he did stop now, she would never believe that she could cum 
this way. He had to make her like it so much that she would ask him to do it 
to her . . . even beg for it! He kept his hungrily sucking lips glued to her 
honey and fire-filled pussy as the convulsive shudders trembled through her 
naked young body. He stiffened his tongue and licked the full length of her 
vaginal slit as she thrashed beneath him, her hands pulling at his ears, 
trying to force his lips inside her obscenely quivering vagina. When he 
nipped at her clitoral nerve-bud, she would catch her breath, and wail in 
ecstatic pleasure. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . oh yes . . . don't stop . . . more. . . darling . . . 
more," she moaned in wild shivering delight as her body exploded in velvet 
shock. Her rounded buttocks were pumping shamelessly up and down as she 
thrust her wet, pulsating vagina up tight against his face, wanting his 
beautiful tongue deeper inside her fiery belly. She had to cum or lose her 
mind . . . . if her excitement built any higher she would explode and fly 
into a million pieces. 

The young husband could feel his hammering cock and knew that he had to do 
something soon or he would cum on the bed. Almost immediately, he felt her 
rhythm change and knew that she was close to climax as she began pumping her 
hips in complete abandon. He slid his probing tongue upward until the very 
tip was positioned against her pulsating clitoris, and held it stiff as he 
licked back and forth across the sensitive nub. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . harder . . . harder . . . I'm . . . 
I'm cumming . . . cumming . . . cumming," Margie's brain reeled with an 
implacable lust and disbelief that she could climax this way, and she moaned 
over and over, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I.. . am . . . . . cumming! 
Aaaeeeiiiiiiiii!" 

Then, as the tremors of orgasm ripped through her widely gaping vagina, her 
sensible mind exploded until she was barely conscious. Pounding waves of 
ecstasy surged forth from the shorted-out nerve-endings inside her wildly 
convulsing pussy and built to and exquisite rapture before ebbing and waning 
into the past. She felt her husband's still thrusting tongue licking at her 
tingling vaginal slit, and she was stunned by the knowledge that she could 
already feel a second orgasm threatening. She had never experienced such 
delight, not even when her husband fucked her! 

Win was even staggered by the force of his wife's reaction, and the power of 
her writhing climax. He had become so involved in satisfying her that he had 
forgotten about his painfully aching cock. But quickly, the painful lust 
returned and his sperm-bloated testicles were almost bursting with his 
throbbing load. His pulsating penis was beating against the mattress with an 
urgent need to fuck, and his eyes were slitted with lustful desire. 

Without further hesitation, he removed his mouth from her flooded cunt and 
lifted himself up over her bent-double body. Slowly, he turned her over 
face-down and lifted her nakedly trembling buttocks up until he could aim 
the head of his long hard cock at her tiny pussy hole. Holding her buttocks 
in place, he embedded his shaft deep inside her juice-filled cunt from 
behind, ramming his pulsating hardness to the hilt with one smooth forward 
motion of his hips. 

Margie was still lost in the delight of her orgasmic relief, momentarily 
forgetting that she had allowed her husband to lick her shamelessly down 
there between her legs, but at the same time it was understandable. She had 
never felt such ecstatic pleasure, and the mere thought of it caused her 
hungry lust to build up again. She wanted her husband to put his wonderful 
penis inside her already quivering vagina and fuck her to another powerful 
orgasm. 

And he had! He had taken her from behind for the first time in their 
marriage, and his hotly throbbing cock seemed to be going deeper than ever 
before. She came again, almost immediately, feeling a strange exhalation 
with the way she was waving her naked ass-cheeks at him in the lewd 
invitation of a street whore. 

She heard him gasp and then his thick rigid penis was exploding inside her 
belly. 

Suddenly, Margie remembered Beth Sullivan's words earlier in the morning, 
and she smiled as she wantonly scraped her naked breasts down against the 
bed. Beth could have all the men in the world except this one! Yes, she 
thought, I don't care what the General's wife does.. . she can fuck the 
whole Fort if she likes, but I want just one man! One only . . . my husband, 
Win! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Hi, Beth," Margie greeted the older woman as she opened the door the next 
morning. "You're up bright and early today." 

"Oh God! Give me a cup of coffee," the tired-looking black haired woman 
moaned. "I'm dying!" 

"What in the world happened to you? You look like you've been run over with 
a street sweeper." 

"I think I have . . . felt like a steam-roller!" 

Margie eyed her friend as she followed her to the kitchen and wondered what 
could have happened to the older woman. Probably a wild party that lasted 
all night. She looked like she had not been to bed all night. Sometimes she 
wondered if the Sullivans were not involved in swapping. A few times Win had 
insinuated that they did, but she could not believe it . . . even if Beth 
was a little loose morally. Now as she stepped to the coffee pot and poured 
two cups of the hot black liquid, she asked, "Are you sick?" 

"That's a joke! No, as a matter-of-fact, I feel very well," Beth grinned. "I 
took on four men last night, and they almost killed me. I haven't had one 
minute's sleep all night." 

"Beth . . . don't talk like that. I don't think it's a bit funny." 

"You don't believe me, do you Margie?" 

"No! I don't think that even you could do that," the young wife frowned as 
she sat down beside the older woman. "Why don't you just accept your 
marriage and stop trying to convince other people that you're a whore." 

"You're a sweet girl, honey, but you're not very smart," Beth said 
impatiently. She stared thoughtfully at the lovely blonde and a knowing 
smile flickered across her petite face. She would just have to take things 
in her own hands and introduce her to the facts of life. She would 
understand why Win had avoided the subject with his innocent wife, but then, 
he only had a few days before the General would transfer him to some deep 
dark army base in some primitive country where he would be forgotten. That 
was something she did not want to happen, and she was just the one to stop 
it from happening. 

"I like you and I don't like to hear you putting yourself down," the young 
wife said as she sipped the black coffee and then suddenly asked, throwing 
the older woman off guard, "What did you mean yesterday when you said that 
you had seen my husband naked?" 

"I . . . I . . . " Beth spluttered, choking on the coffee. "I said that?" 

"You know you did." 

"Forget it, Margie. Anything that happened before you met Win doesn't 
involve you, so worry about now." 

"Why are you avoiding the statement . . . why don't you just answer my 
question?" Margie asked, her lips pouting in a childlike expression. 

"All right. . . since you insist, I will," the older woman shrugged. "You 
want to hear all the gory details of the life of a bachelor . . . a 
desirable bachelor. I suppose you'll feel better knowing everything." 

"I've changed my mind. I don't want to talk about it," Margie muttered, 
suddenly afraid of what she would hear. Win was right . . . it did not 
concern her! 

"Well, you're going to hear it anyway. You're a dummy, Margie! You don't 
know anything about men or sex, and I think someone ought to teach you a 
thing or two." 

"I know all I want to know!" the nervous young wife sighed, then started to 
get up from the table. 

"Sit down! You're going to listen to me," Beth Sullivan snapped. "I've heard 
enough moaning and whining from you to last me a lifetime! You're a 
sanctimonious hypocrite! I bet you enjoy sex just as much as I do! Admit it, 
don't you?" 

"I . . . sure . . . doesn't everyone?" 

"No they don't! A lot of women hate it, but there are many who enjoy sex 
just as much as men do. I happen to be one of them . . . and I think you 
are, too!" 

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Beth. Honestly, though, I don't want to talk 
about my sex life. That's a very personal thing with me." 

"Oh yeah! Well, it won't be for long," the General's wife said slyly. 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"Ask your husband?" 

"I'm asking you . . . you're the one who brought it up." 

"Okay . . . I fucked your husband before you ever met him, and I loved it! 
He's a man who likes to satisfy women," the older woman explained, a look of 
remembered pleasure on her face. "You are lucky to have him for your 
husband, but if you keep him pussy-whipped, you won't have him for long." 

"But . . . but, he's not that . . . I don't do that . . . why do you say 
that?" Margie stammered, her face pale with confusion and shock. 

"Because it's the truth. One woman will never be enough for Win, and if you 
don't understand that, he'll find someone who does." 

"He's my husband and he loves me! He doesn't want another woman," she said, 
trying to convince herself and Beth. "I know my husband, and you're wrong!" 

"Oh, am I?" the older woman asked, thoughtfully biting her lips as she 
realized that she had gone far enough for the moment. It was up to Win now . 
. . he was the only one who could force his wife to go to bed with the 
General. Win had only one love! He wanted to be a General in the U.S. Army, 
and the sooner Margie learned this, the better off she would be. Too bad, 
the young girl had become involved with such a career-minded person. She 
would have married a man who wanted a loving wife first, and was satisfied 
to cater to her and her alone. She could not help but feel sorry for Margie, 
but if the girl would only let herself go, she could be much happier. 

"Beth! You're teasing me . . . aren't you?" she asked piteously. 

"Ask Win! I'm not going to say another word! You won't believe me anyway," 
the older woman said as she stood up from the table. "Thanks for the coffee, 
honey. I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you these things." 

"I know you're wrong, Beth. My husband is not the kind of man that you think 
he is," the young wife countered. "I don't care what he did before I married 
him, he's been faithful to me since then." 

"I can surely agree with that," Beth said as she stepped through the house 
to the front door. "Maybe you've reformed him." 

The older woman glanced back at the lovely blonde and wondered if she had 
accidentally spoken the truth. People do change, she thought, as she got 
into her Cadillac convertible. 

As she drove up the street toward her home, she was thinking about Win's 
strange behavior. These days he acted as if he had never fucked her! I know 
Max signed his promotion with the understanding that Margie was going to 
fuck him! I also know that he still wants her! Max will get her, too! He 
doesn't give a shit if he destroys both of them! Since I like both of them, 
I'll just have to help them! 

The lovely black-haired woman parked in the driveway of their tri-level 
house and thoughtfully got out of the car. Then, with a look of a woman who 
knows what she's doing, she hurried to the kitchen with the two bags of 
groceries and tossed them on the counter for the housekeeper to put away. 
Quickly, she ran up the stairs to the top-level bedroom and picked up the 
telephone, dialing the base. 

"Let me speak to Major Barnes," she said as she tapped her fingernails on 
the receiver. 

"Who's calling, please?" the secretary asked. 

"Just let me speak to him." 

"Yes, Ma'am," the bored voice replied as she put the call on hold. 

"Win . . . I have to talk to you," Beth said quickly. "Can you come right 
away?" 

"Where are you?" 

"I'm at home. I just left Margie, and I want to see you before you go home," 
the older woman said firmly without hesitation." 

"What happened? Did you tell her anything?" Win asked anxiously. "I told you 
I'd take care of everything." 

"But you haven't! And you don't have much time left." 

"Look, Beth. I know how to handle Margie. You don't!" 

"I want to see you . . . now!" she said angrily. "I do mean, now!" 

"Can't you tell me on the telephone?" he asked, a sudden fear enveloping 
him. If Margie asked Beth about the statement she had made yesterday, the 
bitch would tell her everything! It could be a real problem for him! 

"No! I want to see you!" The frowning woman hung up the telephone receiver, 
and angrily stood beside the bed, her hands on her hips. He'll come! He 
wouldn't dare ignore me, she thought as she stripped off her clothes and 
stepped into the shower. Yes, he would come, and she would be ready for him! 
She had waited long enough, and now she meant to have him! Every time she 
saw him . . . touched him . . . she wanted him so badly that her pussy ached 
with a wet desire! After she got through with him today, he wouldn't be able 
to stay away from her! She could almost bet that he hadn't had his cock 
sucked since the day he got married! 

Beth showered and perfumed her child-like body, paying special attention to 
her breasts and vaginal mound. She would excite him so much that he could 
not resist her. Then, she felt a frantic need to hurry, as if she knew that 
he was rushing to her . . . as hungry for her body as she was for his! 

The older woman had just turned back the bedspread, and nakedly posed 
herself in the middle of the king-sized bed when she heard the doorbell 
chime. Quickly, she pushed the button by the side of the bed, and sultrily 
answered through the intercom system, "Hello, darling, come on in! I'm 
upstairs . . . you know where!" 

Then, she waited! Seconds later, she stared seductively up at the handsome 
young Major entering her bedroom, his face an angry mask. 

"Just what the fuck do you mean calling me at the office? You know that we 
agreed that there would be no contact until I was ready," he snarled, his 
eyes raking her sensually naked body. 

"Darling! If I waited for you, you'd never find the time for me. It takes 
all your strength to keep your wife happy," she crooned, spreading her long 
slender thighs wide apart, exposing her moist pink cunt. "I needed you!" 

He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, and his shoulders seemed to 
slump a bit as he took her hand. 

"Beth! I've missed you, too, but it takes time to change a woman! It hasn't 
been easy for me either." He knew that he had to appease the older woman 
unless he wanted her to spoil everything. "Margie was a virgin when I 
married her! I had to teach her everything . . . at least, I've taught her a 
few things! I need more time." 

"You know that Max signed the promotion, and that means he expects you to 
produce results, too." 

"Yes, I know! Has he said anything to you?" he quizzed expectantly, 
anxiously trying to find out if the General was pressuring him or it was 
Beth's idea. 

"No! But you and I both know that it won't be long before he does!" 

"Can't you get him to give me another year?" 

"You gotta be kidding! Even a child wouldn't need that long!" she rasped. 
"Are you trying to tell me that you can't produce?" 

"No! I just need more time," the young man said wearily as he dropped his 
face in his hands. 

"Come here, Sweetie! Let Beth take care of you!" she crooned as she reached 
out and pulled him down on the bed beside her. "Poor Darling . . . poor . . 
. poor . . . darling! How you must have suffered!" 

"Beth . . . please . . . I . . . you . . . " Win stammered as he felt her 
unzipping his pants, reaching inside the opening and releasing his long 
thick penis from the restricting uniform pants. He knew that he should stop 
her, but the excitement of remembering her hot wonderful mouth kept him from 
protesting any further. 

"Sweetie . . . oh my, sweetie . . . I missed you so much . . . you'll never 
know," Beth moaned as she caressed his massive penis. 

Immediately she felt it becoming hard beneath her gently massaging fingers. 
"Oh fuck . . . it's so beautiful . . . so wonderful!" 

The older woman quickly lifted her naked body and moved between his 
widespread thighs, kneeling over his uniform clad body. Afraid to insist on 
his taking off the uniform, she immediately proceeded to administer to his 
obvious needs. Her trembling right hand moved over his long hard shaft while 
she used the other one to reach inside his shorts and caress his 
sperm-bloated balls. Then, unable to wait any longer, she lowered her wetly 
ovaled mouth down over Win's seeping cock-head, licking across it with her 
flickering tongue. 

"Ummmmmmmmm . . . oh shit . . . Beth . . . your mouth . . . how I missed 
it," the young Major moaned as he began pumping his hips in an upward 
movement, trying to impale her rounded red lips with his pulsating penis. He 
stared down in unabashed pleasure as she moved her teasing little tongue 
downward to the base of his aching cock and then licked wetly up the full 
length of his hardened shaft. A loud urgent groan escaped his panting mouth 
and he sighed, "Oh yes . . . I love that . . . keep sucking, you beautiful 
bitch . . . suck my cock!" 

"Uh-huh," Beth stared up at him, grinning at the sight of his quivering 
lust. Teasingly then, she lowered her hot hungry mouth again to sensuously 
slide her ovaled lips down over the swollen tube of his virile young penis, 
pulling the rubbery cock head deep down inside her warmly moistened throat 
until his wiry pubic hair was pressing against her nose. Then, she began 
sucking like a baby calf at it's mother's teats, probing at the sensitive 
tip with her pointed tongue. 

"Jesus Christ, Beth! Your mouth feels good! I haven't been sucked since I 
married Margie! Oh, yes! Lick it . . . suck it . . . eat it, baby." 

The older woman stared up at him with lust-filled eyes as she used her 
professional knowledge to suck his hotly throbbing maleness inside the 
saliva-heated depths of her mouth. She knew how he liked to have his cock 
sucked, and that was what made her the woman she was. She gave every man 
exactly what they wanted, and they always came back for more! She would make 
him so hot that he would have no choice but to fuck her . . . therefore, 
giving her in turn what she wanted and had to have. 

Major Barnes watched his commanding officer's naked wife as her head slowly 
pulled back, his wetly glistening cock sliding out of her moist warm mouth 
until just the tip was touching her lips. Mesmerized, he stared at her 
tongue as it flickered across his blood-swollen glans and probed at the tiny 
slit at the end of his hardened cockshaft. He could not control the groan of 
pleasure that erupted from his chest as he stared down at the lewd sight of 
another man's wife with her mouth on his penis. Chills of illicit pleasure 
raced along the base of his spine and caused him to break out with a sudden 
light coating of perspiration. Then, her softly ovaled mouth plunged all the 
way down over his pulsating penis once again, and her saliva bathed his rod 
of rigid flesh with a tingling moistness. He could feel her incredible lips 
drawing along the ridge at the base of his cock, tightening like velvet and 
trapping it in the warm wet cavern of her throat. He was sure that she was 
going to swallow his entire shaft as she began sliding it in and out between 
her rounded lips, frictioning across every inch of his hardness. 

"Beth . . . oh fuck, Beth . . . you shouldn't be doing that! You know I 
won't be able to stay away from you, now," he moaned. 

Momentarily, Beth lifted her head, and whispered, "That's the idea, sweetie! 
I'm not going to let you forget it, either!" 

"Shit . . . shit . . . suck it more . . . harder . . . I love it . . . I 
need it," he urged as he reached down and touched her short black hair. "You 
have the hottest mouth in the whole world, lover!" 

"When I'm through with you, you won't ever forget what it feels like . . . 
again!" the older woman mumbled as she lowered her lips again, her hot 
breath tickling the tender flesh at the tip of his pulsating penis. 

"Aaaagggghhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . shitttttttt . . . Aaaggghhh," the 
young Major rasped as he uncaringly lifted his uniform clad hips, ramming 
his thick rigid prick up inside her unsuspecting throat. 

Momentarily, she gagged on the forceful penetration, but a lewd smile split 
her face as she realized that he was completely lost now . . . she could do 
with him as she wished . . . make him do anything she wanted and he would 
not refuse her! Then, grasping the head of his hotly throbbing penis with 
her lips, she tightened them around the swollen coronal ridge and began 
twisting her heated mouth from side to side while holding the rigid shaft 
with her tightly circled fingers. She gently caressed his cum-loaded 
testicles while probing at his tightly puckering anus with the tip of her 
outstretched middle finger of her left hand. Knowledgeably, she twisted her 
tightly ovaled lips while using her tongue to circle his bloated cock-head 
in the other direction, causing a double friction against the sensitive 
underside. 

Win fairly simmered with the force of his obscene emotions. He was going out 
of his head with the erotic sensations as he watched the salacious spectacle 
of Beth's mouth corkscrewing around and around his wildly quivering cock. It 
had been a long time since he had been this aroused, and the forbidden 
pleasure that shivered up and down his frantically pulsating penis, plus the 
sight of her nakedly writhing body with her small well-formed breasts 
swinging back and forth, was more than he could imagine. He had almost 
forgotten how good it was to have a woman wrap her not mouth around his long 
hard cock. 

Suddenly he felt a change in the vibrating sensations rippling outward from 
his thrusting cock. Then, he realized that she had gagged only because she 
was not prepared for it. She was actually trying to swallow his thickened 
shaft down the back of her throat. He could feel the tightness enclosing the 
head of his penis as it wedged inside her convulsing gullet, and he moaned 
like a dying man. His eyes rolled back in his head and his teeth bared in 
ecstasy as he tangled his fingers in her hair, forcing her to follow his 
directions as he rhythmically fucked his saliva-coated cock in and out of 
her tightly ovaled lips. 

Beth timed her breathing, allowing him to enter her relaxed throat, and then 
withdraw as though he were fucking her pussy. She was satisfied with his 
reaction, but now, she was going to finish him off! Give him something to 
think about while he convinced his young wife that he liked to fuck other 
women. She reached up with her right hand and removed his fingers from her 
hair while she gently licked at the vibrating tip of his long rigid shaft. 
Then, staring up into his lust-contorted face, she smiled as she lowered her 
mouth down over his warmly pulsing penis, and gripped it with her lips. She 
squeezed his heated cockshaft against the side of her cheeks, and clamped 
her tongue to the sensitive underside like a rubber suction cup. 
Knowledgeably, then, she began sucking as though she were drawing a 
milk-shake through a plastic straw. Her head moved rapidly up and down over 
his lust-thickened hardness as she ringed her ovaled lips firmly around the 
base, and she felt him growing ballooning in her mouth. His cock began to 
twitch, and the kneeling brunette knew he was close to filling her mouth 
with his heated cum. Eagerly, she stepped up the pace and sucked even 
harder. 

Entranced, Win felt the spasming muscles of her throat massaging his 
lust-inflated cockhead, and the intensity of his lustful hunger drove him 
close to climax. 

"Oh shit.. . aaaggghhhhhh . . . Bethhhhhh . . . oh fuck . . . " he groaned. 
He wanted to cum but, yet, he did not want the pleasure of her moist warm 
mouth sucking on his sensitive shaft ever to stop. Tensing his loins, he 
impatiently fucked his throbbing cock in and out of her ovaled red lips, 
feeling it lunge deeper into her throat and wondered how she could breathe. 

Already, his hips were moving in a staccato motion, in time with her lewdly 
bobbing head, the two of them in complete accord as she gluttonously took 
the full length of his long hard penis deep inside the warmly clasping 
softness of her mouth. The fluttering touch of her tongue licking, licking, 
licking relentlessly at his painfully throbbing shaft was too much for the 
young husband. He had to cum or go crazy with the pain-pleasure that was now 
shorting out his raw nerve-endings. 

"Oh Christ, Beth . . . I'm going to cum . . . in your mouth . . . I want to 
fill your fucking mouth with my cum . . . yesssss, you sweet little bitch, 
here it comes! Aaaggghhhhhhhhh . . . " he roared as she began sucking with 
an even greater force, sliding her heated mouth up and down the wetly 
glistening length of his cock. 

Beth's eyes were closed now, and her breath was coming in sharp desperate 
gasps as though, she too, was about to cum. She could sense the mounting 
lust of the young man, could feel the heavy burgeoning of his mushroom-like 
cock head and the swelling of the tube along the underside, and she began to 
suck even more voraciously, drawing her teeth along the swollen shaft, 
letting them nip gently into the resisting flesh as she bobbed her head 
convulsively up and down in an obscene rhythm of oral passion. 

Win stared down at the General's sensual wife, reveling in the stimulating 
sensations of her tongue and mouth as his virile sperm swirled around his 
sensitive testicles. He flexed his buttocks and entwined his fingers in her 
soft raven hair again, forcing her widely stretched mouth downward until her 
lips were pressing against his pubic hair, and held it. The pressure of his 
super-heated sperm had built up until he could feel the great churning pools 
begin to flow down the full length of his wildly throbbing cockshaft, ready 
to burst forth. 

Beth felt the head of his cock swell even larger against her tightened 
throat, and she knew he was ready to explode. At the same time her own 
arousal was forcing her to grind her tingling cunt down against the 
mattress. Her face was trapped against the young major's pants zipper, and 
she could not escape the strangle-hold on her hair. Just as she thought she 
could not hold her breath any longer, she heard him yelp. 

"Oh shit. . . Lover . . . Lover! Its just for you . . . all of it," he 
groaned as his heated cum spurted from the head of his unbearably throbbing 
cock. 

Beth gulped and swallowed as she took the first violent blast of his thick 
white cum into her mouth, trying to empty the spewing semen before he filled 
her mouth again. She choked and her throat spasmed in a frenzy to get it 
all, as his pungent cum jetted into her frantically sucking mouth in great 
showering spurts, her cheeks bloating out obscenely and then hollowing as 
they emptied again and again. And she swallowed . . . and swallowed. Loving 
it. Wanting more as the ejaculating penis jetted out spurt after spurt of 
semen. 

Her naked body jerked as his virile male juices flowed down into her 
quivering belly, and she greedily licked at the slowly subsiding penis in 
her mouth as though it were covered with chocolate. Even as his gradually 
softening cock began to deflate, the lustful older woman would not let it 
go. Her sensually nibbling lips continued to move over his twitching 
softness as she lapped at the remaining cum and sucked it until it was 
completely dry. 

"Ummmmm . . . " the young husband mumbled, his satiated uniform-clad body 
relaxing against the mattress of the General's bed. He could still feel Beth 
Sullivan's lips on his rubbery cock, sticking up out of his pants, but he 
was unable to move. His veins were filled with water instead of blood, and 
his entire body trembled with the impact of his climax. 

Seconds later, Win felt her mouth begin moving once more, and her tongue 
swirled around his softened penis with a maddening slowness. Immediately, he 
felt his penis coming to life again, and his guilt-ridden conscience at 
betraying his innocent young wife returned to haunt him. But soon all he 
could think about was the pleasure the older woman was bringing him. He did 
not have the strength to stop her. 

Beth sucked at the Major's long thick cock until it was pulsating hard 
again, and then she lifted her naked body up and over his still clothed 
form. Slowly, savoring every wicked moment of it, she lowered her hotly 
aroused pussy down over the saliva-coated tip of his rigid penis, which was 
sticking up like a tent peg from his unzipped pants. With lust-glazed eyes, 
she sensually rubbed her hair-lined vagina back and forth over his thickened 
shaft, teasing it into even greater hardness. 

"Oh fuck . . . that feels so good," Win groaned as the soft moistness of her 
heated cunt enclosed his already throbbing cock. 

"Now we fuck," Beth said, slowly impaling her heated cunt with his thick 
rigid penis . . . 

* * * 

An hour later, a drained Major lifted the naked woman from his wearily 
trembling body and got up from the bed. Momentarily, he stared down at 
Beth's closed eyes. Her face held the expression of an innocent child, but 
he knew that it was a false impression. She had enticed him into her bed and 
seduced him with her exciting mouth, but he was glad that it had happened. 
Now, it would help him to tell his wife what he had gotten her into. He had 
been faithful to Margie for an entire year, longer than he had even thought 
possible, and he had believed that he was completely satisfied with the 
arrangement. But now, he would never be able to stay away from Beth. He had 
missed her, after all! Besides, the only way you could reach the top of the 
ladder in the Army was catering to your superior officer, and his General 
demanded only one thing! His wife! 

He shivered at the thought of what Margie's response to the suggestion would 
be, and instinctively knew that she would have to be forced . . . he would 
insist that she accept his decision. He might lose her, but still, his 
chances of success in the Army depended on the results . . . satisfying 
results! General Sullivan was a tough man who would be unsympathetic to 
failure. 

Nervously, he climbed into his car and drove away from the expensive house, 
looking back only once before gunning the engine, anxious to escape the trap 
he had built for himself. Unable to face his trusting wife, he returned to 
the Army base and immediately went to the Officer's club where he tried to 
drown his weakness in too many martinis. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Major Barnes arrived home that evening in a state of almost drunken 
insensibility. General Maxwell Sullivan had found him in the Officer's Club, 
too loaded to drag himself to his car. Then, Max had driven him home to his 
wife, leaving his car on the base. When he rang the doorbell, Margie opened 
the door to see the smiling older man who was holding her husband to keep 
him from falling down. 

"Wha . . . what happened, General?" she asked in disbelief. 

"I think he had one too many," Max chuckled. "It happens to all of us at one 
time or another." 

"Where's the car? Did he try to drive home?" 

"No! I picked him up at the club." 

"Thank you. I'll get him to bed," she said gratefully. But when she tried to 
hold him up, she almost fell on top of his heavy body. It was a dead weight 
and she was not strong enough to balance him. Angrily, she snapped, 
"God-dammit, Win. Help me." 

"Wait a minute. I better do it," General Sullivan said as he half lifted, 
half dragged the tall muscular man into the house, and through the living 
room, up the stairs to the bedroom and literally dumped him down on the 
king-sized bed. "Goddamn! He's a heavy mother!" 

"I'm sorry, Max, but he never does this. I wonder what happened?" 

"Who knows? When I couldn't find him, I went to the club and there he was. A 
man doesn't need an excuse to drink, especially if he's up for promotion," 
the gray-haired man grinned. "When he wakes up, you can tell him that this 
is for him." 

Margie took the silver oak leaf from the General's hand and gasped, "He made 
it? He made Lieutenant Colonel?" 

"Yes. Does that make you happy, beautiful?" 

"Oh . . . yes! He was worried to death that he would be passed over," she 
dimpled. "Now he won't have to resign from his precious Army." 

"He doesn't have to sweat it anymore, Margie. Not if you're nice to me," Max 
crooned as his arm quickly moved around her shoulders, pulling her against 
his muscular chest. "Yeah! You be nice to the General, and your husband can 
do anything he wants." 

The surprised young wife felt his strong arms tightening around her body, 
and she shivered with loathing for the older man. She tried to push him away 
but, his arms held her captive, she could not move. She wanted to yell at 
him but his mouth pressed against her trembling lips and his thick wet 
tongue slid between her slightly parted lips. Momentarily, she stiffened as 
she felt his bulging crotch rubbing against her vaginal mound, but then she 
relaxed, knowing that she was helpless to his advances with Win lying on the 
bed too drunk to move. Besides, if what Beth told her was true, Max thought 
nothing of kissing her. He had done it before and, even though she did not 
like it any better this time, she decided to stay calm. 

Slowly, when he least expected it, she pushed him away, and said, "I'd 
better get Win undressed for bed." 

"Yeah . . . I suppose you should," Max said as he stared at the blonde 
wife's blushing face. She had not responded to his advances, but she had not 
pushed him away either. It was just possible that the Major had already told 
her that she was involved in more than she had bargained for! Anyway, he 
would let her have her way this time, but not again! 

"Good evening, Margie," Max said smilingly as he turned toward the bedroom 
door. When she started to follow him, he stopped her, "I can let myself out. 
You take care of your husband." 

Angrily, the young wife turned to her drunken husband expecting him to be 
asleep. 

When she saw his eyes open and a one-sided grin on his face, she snapped, 
"How could you? I don't think its very funny! You embarrassed me by having 
the General bring you home like this! It's disgusting!" 

"Oh yeah! Looked to me like you were enjoying his kiss. I couldn't tell that 
you were embarrassed," he chuckled. "You thought I was passed out, and you 
let him hold you for a long time before you pushed him away." 

"That's not true! I didn't want him to kiss me! He forced himself on me." 

"Oh yeah! That's what all the whoring bitches say," Win rasped, forcing 
himself to appear the injured party. "You think I won't know about it . . . 
and you fuck around. Is that the way it is?" 

"No! You're wrong, darling. No one has ever kissed me like that before. I 
was helpless against Max. You know that . . . if you were watching. He 
wouldn't let me go." 

"Oh hell," the young husband snapped, letting his real feelings come 
through. "I don't care. Why do you make such a big deal out of a little 
kiss?" 

"Win! What's wrong with you?" Confused and upset over her husband's strange 
reaction, she dropped down on the side of the bed, and continued, "I don't 
understand you. You've been acting strange for almost a week now. Have I 
done something wrong?" 

"Of course not! You never do anything wrong. You're a sanctimonious bitch," 
he said through gritted teeth as he stood up beside the bed. But the effects 
of the alcohol he had consumed returned to stagger him and he fell 
backwards, his head spinning wildly. He held on to the edge of the bed to 
steady himself as he sat down beside his wife, and continued. "Shit! I must 
have drank a dozen martinis!" 

"I believe it! I've never seen you when you couldn't even walk," she 
replied, her face pale. "Tell me what's wrong, darling?" 

"It's nothing, baby. You know I'm waiting for my promotion," he said 
cautiously. "I always get this way when I'm under pressure. 

"I didn't know it was so important. Can't you take the exam more than once?" 

"What exam?" he snarled. "I didn't make it last year and it really hurt. You 
only get two chances." 

"What happened? Did you get in trouble?" 

"Yes . . . I got married." 

"You're kidding! That wouldn't have anything to do with your promotion." 

"That's what you know about it," he snorted, remembering his conversation 
with the General a year ago after he had met Margie and told Max that he was 
going to marry her. After his confession that she was not the type for 
wife-swapping, the older man had exploded in a tirade of angry accusations, 
insisting that Win did not want to share his lovely young wife. If it had 
not been for Beth's understanding, he would have been transferred to some 
place like Fayetteville, Alabama. But, he would not tell her about that! 

"Win . . . Win . . . Win . . . " 

"Wha . . . were you saying something?" he asked, his face flushed with a 
combination of anger and respect for his Commanding officer. The old bastard 
knew what he wanted, and he always got it. Now, he would even get Margie! 

"I asked you if you would be happy if you knew that Max had already signed 
your promotion?" 

"Yes . . . of course," he slurred drunkenly, his eyes filming as his head 
began spinning. He should tell her more, right now, but she was so damned 
innocent! 

"Then, you can stop worrying about it," she dimpled and leaned forward to 
kiss him on the lips. "I have a surprise for you." 

Quickly, bubbling with excitement, Margie reached down and took the small 
Oak leaf from her pocket and pinned it on his shoulder. She studied him as 
his eyes became strange slits. Then, he reached up and touched the insignia 
reverently, but he did not seem very surprised! 

"Where did you get this?" he asked. 

"Max gave it to me. He told me that you could stop worrying about your 
promotion, Colonel!" 

"That's nice!" 

"Is that all you have to say? I'd think you would jump up and down with joy 
. . . and relief," she said disappointed. "I know! You saw him give it to 
me." 

"No! Really I didn't, but I'm not surprised that I made it," he sighed, then 
added, "You see, Margie, I make sure that I don't fail a second time! I do 
whatever it takes to succeed in my career." 

"Why is it so important?" 

"How many Colonels do you know who are only thirty-three years old?" 

"I . . . I never thought about it," she said thoughtfully. "You're right! 
They all have gray hair." 

"That's right! I am the youngest. I want to be a General and I don't want to 
be dead when I make it," he rasped and poked his chin out in defiance. "I 
want to give the orders!" 

"If it's that important to you, darling, I hope you do. But you don't have 
to do it for me," she said sadly. "I'll love you even if you had to resign 
from the Army as a Major." 

"I don't do it for you. I do it for myself . . . and me alone," he snorted, 
then suddenly realized how he must sound to her. His powerful ambition was 
lost on his innocent young wife; it confused her. Christ! It wasn't Margie's 
fault. He smiled softly and whispered, "I love you. You shouldn't worry 
about anything but keeping me happy." 

"I don't." 

"Then, make me happy," he grinned as he pulled her back down on the bed 
beside him. 

"Oh shit . . . my head is going around and around so fast that I can't think 
straight." 

"Take your clothes off and go to bed," she said quietly, still confused over 
his sudden outburst. "I'll help you." 

"No! Stay where you are. I want to talk to you." 

"Okay. Whatever you say." 

"I want to ask you something . . . will you think about it before you 
answer? Be honest," he said seriously. 

"Certainly, darling. I'm always honest." 

"Do you really love me?" 

"Certainly!" 

"How much?" 

"More than anything in the whole world . . . even my own life." 

"You mean that?" 

"Yes . . . yes I do," she said with deep emotion, holding him tightly with 
both arms, he face pressed against his shoulder. "I'd do anything for you." 

"Anything?" 

"Of course! What are you getting at?" 

"I have to ask you to something for me, and I just wanted to know if you 
would do it." Win said secretively, his eyes wide and staring up toward the 
ceiling as he held her with one arm, his hand unconsciously caressing her 
blouse-covered breast. 

"You only have to ask . . . why the big secret?" 

"Because it's so important that I couldn't take the chance of your saying 
no." 

"Have I ever refused you anything?" 

"Yep! Before we were married," he chuckled nervously. 

"Oh you," she said affectionately and turned her face up to his. He kissed 
her passionately on the lips, letting his stiffened tongue slide between her 
teeth and probed at her warm moist mouth. He knew that now was the time to 
explain his position with the General, but he wanted to do it right. He 
would have to make her feel like she was doing it for him. Teasingly, he 
lowered his right hand to the hem of her dress and slid it upward, exposing 
her panty-covered vaginal mound. A second later his fingers slid beneath the 
waistband, he felt the taut smoothness of her belly like warm velvet and her 
sparsely curling pussy hair. His fingers parted the soft blonde curls and 
caressed her already moistened cuntal lips. He could feel her lurch at his 
touch and spread her thighs wide apart. He fought to control the grin that 
was splitting his face. She was absolutely impossible! She had so much love 
that she could keep a dozen men happy, and yet, she only wanted him. It was 
a compliment to him as a virile man, but he would be better off if she 
concentrated on the General. Gently, he worked at her wetly clasping pussy 
lips, spearing his outstretched middle finger in and out of her pulsing 
sheath while he ground his lips against her moaning mouth. mouth. 

Margie felt the touch of his lips, his fingers on her tingling vaginal 
flesh, and she writhed in sexual pleasure. Yes, she would do anything for 
him as long as he gave her this! His love was the one thing she could not 
live without . . . anymore! She needed his mouth . . . his hands . . . . . 
his body . . . yes, even his wonderful satisfying penis! 

If he stopped loving me, she thought, I would surely die! But in the back of 
her mind there came an answering reply, I don't think so! You can always 
find another man to satisfy you! The young girl was momentarily confused by 
her thoughts, but then she let her husband's caressing fingers take all 
other thought from her mind. 

Suddenly, Win pulled his mouth away from hers and whispered, "You're sure 
that you want me to ask?" 

'Yes, darling. Tell me what you want," she panted as her vaginal mound 
lifted of its own accord for more of his outstretched finger. 

"I want you to let Max fuck you," he said quietly, his rhythmically 
thrusting finger still sliding back and forth across her sensitive clitoral 
nub. 

Momentarily, Margie thought she had misunderstood him, and she moaned, her 
right hand moving downward to guide his stiffened finger deep up inside her 
vagina. "Huh . . . harder . . . deeper . . . what did you say?" 

"Will you let the general fuck you?" 

"Win!" the young wife gasped, jerking away from her husband, and standing up 
beside him while she straightened her dress in place. "You don't mean it!" 

"How else can I say it? General Max Sullivan wants to sleep with my wife. 
Does that sound better?" 

"You mean. . . that you . . . you would let him do it?" she asked in shocked 
surprise. 

"Sure! Why not? There's enough for both of us," the new Colonel said 
matter-of-factly. "I don't see anything wrong with it." 

"You don't! What about you and me? What about our marriage? What about your 
vows? Didn't you mean them?" Her voice was a hoarse whisper of accusation 
full of disbelief and something else he couldn't define. 

"Sure! I love you! I'll take care of you through sickness and health! I'll 
support you! I'll do all the things to make you happy . . . unless it 
coincides with my career." 

"What about adultery? Don't you believe in that?" 

"Shit, no! That's something made up by men who can't fuck more than one 
woman," he replied. "I can take care of a dozen women . . . make my own laws 
about my marriage." 

"I don't believe it! I must be dreaming!" 

"No! It's true! If you're so gung-ho about marriage vows, what about the one 
that says you will obey me?" 

"I . . . I . . . it doesn't mean things like that!" 

"Who says! Its a broad statement, all right! But so are all the other 
promises," Win yawned, wishing she would say yes or no and let it go at 
that. The alcohol had made him feel a little sick at his stomach, and he 
wanted to sleep it off. 

"I won't do it! I can't do it, Win," she pleaded. "I can't." 

"You can, but you won't," he snapped angrily. "Leave me alone. I want to go 
to sleep." 

"Please listen to me! Tell me that you don't mean it." 

"I asked a simple little thing like this, and you go off the deep end. 
You're a liar, Margie. You said that you would do anything for me." 

"I . . . I will . . . but not this . . . " she whined. "You don't love me! 
You never have! You just used me." 

"It's debatable, my pet, who used whom," he chuckled, then added, "You seem 
to get a bigger kick out of fucking than I do." 

"Win! Don't do this to me! I can't do what you ask," she pleaded piteously, 
covering her face with her hands. 

"You mean that you don't want to do it. Okay! I heard you, now get out and 
leave me alone." 

"I . . . I . . . " 

"Go . . . get out of my sight. I want to go to sleep," he snapped angrily, 
pushing her backwards with his shoe. 

He stared at her grief-stricken face as she turned and disappeared through 
the bedroom door, closing it behind her. Momentarily, his guilt exploded 
inside him and he wanted to run to her, tell her that he was only kidding. 
But, he could not do that! He was Colonel Barnes now! It was worth all the 
arguments and unpleasantness of letting his wife fuck other men. He was sure 
that she would do it. . . yes, but she would do it not because she wanted 
to, but for him! He really did control her! Yes, she would do anything that 
he asked her to do . . . even if she did have to fight her conscience about 
it. Soon, it would be second nature to her! She would give of herself 
anytime he asked her to. Then, when he was General, she would be the one who 
enticed the younger men . . . like Beth! 

The sour taste in his mouth was suddenly like acid, and the Martinis in his 
stomach began a swirling motion as his belly heaved. The nausea grew. He 
barely made it to the sink before the first convulsive spasms forced his 
stomach's contents up out of his choking throat. 

When the vomiting stopped, he stared through watering eyes at his reflection 
in the mirror. Something seemed different about him. 

Then he spotted it. 

"His Colonel's insignia! 

But he vomited again . . . 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Margie Barnes awoke the next morning, still fully dressed, lying on the sofa 
with the afghan pulled up over her body. The young wife's eyes were red and 
swollen from the almost ceaseless tears that she had shed during the night. 
She had left the upstairs bedroom last night and gone downstairs to think 
about the horrible request that her husband made. Slowly it began to sink in 
that Win really was deadly serious in demanding that she make love with 
General Sullivan or he would not want her for his wife! 

Finally, after the shock had worn off and there was nothing left for her to 
do but give in to his demands, Margie made a decision. She had meant it when 
she told her young husband that she loved him so much that she would do 
anything he asked. True! She did not want to live without Win. If this was 
what he wanted, she would do her best to accept it. After her decision, she 
had returned to the upstairs bedroom to talk to him, but he was sleeping 
like a baby. She had been so angered by his unconcern that she had gone back 
to the downstairs living room and slept on the sofa all night. She tried to 
hate her husband, but she could not do it. She still loved him even though 
he had insulted her intelligence by suggesting such an immoral way to keep 
their marriage together. She could not believe that she had been wrong about 
Win, but she did know that he had meant what he said about her going to bed 
with Max! 

Now, stiff from the uncomfortable way she had slept, she reluctantly got up 
and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Hesitantly, she turned the 
doorknob and opened the bedroom door to tell him that it was time for him to 
get up, but the bed was empty! Win had already awakened! Quickly then, she 
opened the connecting bathroom door, but he was not there, either. 
Thoughtfully, she moved to the open side of the bedroom and leaned over the 
banister, searching the first floor for some signs of her husband. 

When she realized that the house was empty except for herself, she lifted 
her arm and checked her watch for the time. It was only eight o'clock. Win 
never left the house before eight-fifteen! He had gone early to keep from 
talking to her! He hated her so much that he did not even want to see her! 

Sadly, she moved through the room to the bathroom and took a cold shower, 
trying to bring some life into her tortured mind, but when she stepped from 
the tub-shower, she still felt miserable and unhappy. She wanted to die! She 
simply did not want to live without Win! She was as bad as he! She would 
even stoop as low as he wanted her to do just to keep him as her husband. 
She wanted to make him happy and she would even let Max make love to her if 
it would help her keep Win's love. 

The shock of her thoughts made her entire body tremble with the impact of 
her decision. Until now, she truly believed that she would never let another 
man touch her, and yet, subconsciously she had known all along that she 
would end up doing what Win wanted her to do. 

She was well aware of the fact that her sin would be just as great as her 
husband's if she accepted his way of life, but she was selfish enough to put 
that thought in the back of her mind. As long as she could rationalize it as 
"obeying" her husband, she would be able to live with it. 

Somehow, Margie got through the day, and when five o'clock rolled around, 
she was impatiently waiting for Win to come home from the Army base. She 
called several times, but he was always out. Now, she waited, five-thirty, 
six, six-thirty, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve! By one a.m. the 
following morning, she could wait no longer, and with trembling hands picked 
up the telephone and dialed the General's home. 

"Beth! I'm sorry to bother you so late, but have you seen Win?" the 
distraught young wife said into the telephone receiver. 

"Who ish thish," Beth Sullivan slurred drunkenly. "Margie . . . ish that 
you, Margie?" 

"Yes . . . yes . . . it's me . . . I . . . Win didn't come home last night, 
she said brokenly over the telephone. The trembling blonde was just going to 
tell the older woman that they had a fight when she heard a lot of loud 
noise in the background. "Did I interrupt you?" 

"No . . . no, honey. We're having a party . . . celebrating . . . " she 
stammered drunkenly. "I didn't understand you. I think I'm drunk." 

"Sorry I bothered you," Margie snapped as she heard an all too familiar 
voice nearby. It was her husband! 

"Wait.. . wait a shecon . . . where are you? Why aren't you at Win's 
celebration?" 

The young wife heard the words and felt faint as she hung up the telephone 
without answering. She had worried that he was in a hospital somewhere, his 
body broken . . . or dead! She had worried that he had left her for good, 
but never this! Never a deliberate attempt to insult her! 

Her legs were too weak to stand, and her eyes were blinded by tears as she 
dropped to the floor beside the sofa, her face buried in the foam rubber 
cushion. She suddenly wanted to destroy the man who was her husband. She 
hated him as she had never hated anyone in her whole life! He was a monster! 
An inconsiderate animal! She had consented joining him in his dirty 
wife-swapping scheme, and he was not even giving her a chance to do it now. 
She beat her fist against the sofa arm and moaned with uncontrollable mental 
anguish! She would show him! She would make him sorry for what he had done 
to her! I should thank the son of a bitch, she thought. He saved me from 
becoming a filthy whore! Yes, I would even have done that for him! But not 
now! Never! 

She had just gotten up from the floor and was moving toward the stairway 
when she heard the front door opening. Believing that Win had come home to 
her as soon as Beth told him that she had called, Margie ran to the doorway, 
all thought of her recent resolution forgotten, and cried out, "Darling, I'm 
sorry! Please forgive me." 

"Certainly. Anytime," General Max Sullivan answered, a grin of triumph on 
his face as he took her in his arms. "I didn't know you cared!" 

Margie gasped in sudden shock, her arms still outstretched, her mouth open 
in disbelief. Momentarily, she could not move! Then, she began struggling, 
and stammered, "I . . . I thought . . . Win. Why . . . what are you doing 
here?" 

"Win asked me to take care of you until he's available," the older man 
chuckled. "He thought you might be lonely all by yourself." 

"Please leave, Max," the young blonde said wearily. "I'm tired. I want to go 
to bed." 

"Good! That's where I want to go, too! We'll sleep together," he teased as 
he tried to trap her lips with his mouth. 

"Please! Please go!" Margie pleaded, smelling his alcoholic breath, knowing 
that he had drunk too much and was incapable of thinking sensibly. "Don't do 
something that you'll be sorry for tomorrow." 

"Let's go to bed and talk," Max chortled. "I want to tell you how much I 
want to fuck you." 

"I'll forget what you said, if you'll leave," the frightened wife panted, 
struggling to get away from his tightened arms. Suddenly, he let her go and 
she began moving toward the stairway, but the General only followed her up 
the stairs and, before she could lock the bedroom door behind her, he pushed 
her backwards against the bed. 

Margie felt the edge of the bed pressing against the back of her knees and 
she fell sprawling across the king-sized mattress. She was too shocked to 
move or say anything for a second, and then it was too late. Max Sullivan 
had entered the room and in a split second, fallen across her awkwardly 
posed body, knocking the breath out of her. 

As soon as she could speak, she gasped, "Max! Go away! Please leave me 
alone! I don't know what Win told you, but I did not agree to let you make 
love to me." 

"You didn't?" Win lied, acting surprised. "He told me that you did." 

"Well, I didn't! I'm married . . . whether my husband remembers that or not, 
I consider it a crime to commit adultery." 

"Win told me to come over here and fuck you," the General said lewdly. "And 
that's what I'm gonna do! Women should be used and not heard! Now you be 
quiet and cooperate." 

The young blonde saw the older man's hungrily leering eyes running over her 
naked thighs where her dress had slipped upward when she fell, and she was 
suddenly afraid of the powerfully built Scotsman lying on top of her. She 
would not dare anger him! He could rape her without too much of an effort, 
but if she pleaded with him, he might let her go! It was worth a try even if 
it failed. Then, she would have no other choice! 

"Max! I know that Beth thinks nothing of having other men, but I don't 
believe in it," she said with conviction. "I've never made love to any other 
man but Win." 

"Don't give me that shit! You can't be that dumb!" 

"It's the truth! I'm a faithful wife!" 

"Then, it's about time you learned all about your husband. Maybe it'll 
change your attitude." 

"I know all I want to know about him. I know that he expects me to make love 
with you, but I don't understand why." 

"It's simple. He wants to stay in the Army!" 

"What do I have to do with that." 

"Either you play ball, or I don't promote him." 

"That's terrible," Margie gasped in disbelief. 

"These are tough times, beautiful! We discharged twenty five hundred 
officers during the past two years for failing to win promotion to the next 
highest grade," General Sullivan snorted. "Just who do you think your 
husband is?" 

"He's a good Army Officer. He does his job well and he's a conscientious 
man," she said angrily. "He's an asset to the Army." 

"You're pretty stupid, afterall. I think we should have a school to educate 
Army wives," Max said, shaking his head as he moved to the bed beside her, 
his hand still on her naked thigh. "I know a man who was forced to leave the 
Army only thirty two days before he could have retired with many benefits. 
Now, he's drawing unemployment and his family is starving to death. He's 
even had to get food stamps to feed them." 

"That's terrible! How can the Army do that to a man?" she asked. "Why?" 

"He was passed over the second time, and that's the only reason the Army 
needs," Max grinned. "He had been told time and time again what he would 
have to do to make it, and he ignored it." 

"You mean that you told him he would have to give you his wife in exchange 
for a promotion?" 

"Not me . . . but there is another officer . . . . . a Colonel in our town 
who is being discharged next week . . . he's the one you're thinking about," 
Max snapped angrily. "I warned the bastard for the last time, and he told me 
to go to hell." 

"How old is he?" 

"Forty-five years old! He only had thirty days to go to be eligible for 
retirement. Now what the fuck is he going to do at that age?" 

"You mean that he devoted his entire life to the Army, and they threw him 
out?" she asked. "Why didn't they wait until he could retire? Would a month 
make all that difference?" 

"Since the Vietnam war the Army has cut back thousands of officers and most 
of them had fine military records, but someone had to go. We cut the losers 
first. If a man obeys his Commanding officer, he doesn't get his discharge 
order," Max chuckled, delighting in apprising the young blonde of his 
powers. "It's about time you learn who really runs the Army." 

"You mean Generals like you," Margie snapped, her eyes sparkling with anger. 
"If I don't do what you want me to do, you'll get rid of Win the same way." 

"No . . . not if he gets rid of you," the older man stared at the lovely 
wife with lust-slitted eyes. She was even more exciting when she was angry. 
"But I don't think you'll get away with it! I think he'll slap the shit 
outta you, and I'm going to help him keep his wife." 

"How can you do such horrible things? You encourage men to make a career of 
the Army, use up their most valuable years, and then throw them out simply 
because they don't become pimps for you old worn-out Generals," she 
exploded. "I think it's a crime. Why doesn't someone do something about it?" 

"They can't! We have too much power. But there's something you don't know 
about. How do you think I made General?" he asked. "I certainly didn't get 
where I am by keeping my prick in my pants all the time. Ask my wife what 
she has invested in my rank?" 

"One day you'll be caught and the government will put you in prison where 
you belong," she snapped, her anger glowing hot and violent. "I wish I could 
stop you! I'd like to see you begging for reinstatement . . . and see your 
name smeared in the newspapers." 

"You just might! I understand there's an investigation underway. But, don't 
hold your breath," he snorted. "I can retire anytime . . . I already have my 
time in, and I know how to handle politicians. I've been one all my life." 

"A filthy animal. . . that's what you are!" Margie rasped disgustedly. 

Momentarily, the gray-haired General's face darkened with impatience, and a 
frown of angry displeasure tightened the muscles around his mouth. "You're 
not for real! You let me kiss you when I brought your husband home! You let 
me rub my prick against your pussy, and now you're trying to tell me that 
you don't like fucking? Either you're a prick-tease, or you just like to get 
raped!" 

"No . . . I'm not like that. I . . . noooooooooo . . . " Margie wailed, 
trying to pull away from his probing fingers as he slid his hand up to her 
panty-covered vagina. Her words were cut off and it was impossible to 
protest further as Max's warm wet mouth came down on her lips. At the same 
time, he began stroking her naked inner thighs, and instant goose bumps 
covered her soft satiny skin. She pulled her leg away from his hand, but it 
only widened her vaginal slit and forced her dress even higher, exposing her 
entire lower body. 

"You know you want to be fucked. See, your cunt is hot and juicy," the 
General exclaimed as, without warning, he suddenly slid the fingers of his 
right hand upward until the tips were digging in under the tight elastic leg 
band of her panties. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . " Margie groaned as she felt the unwanted tingle of 
desire shivering through her quivering cuntal slit. "No . . . I don't . . . 
I don't . . . " 

"The hell you don't! Your cunt is so hot and wet that I could shove my whole 
arm up inside your belly," Max chortled as he jerked his hand from her 
vaginal mound and quickly grabbed the waistband of her nylon panties. "I 
want to fuck you, and you'd better get ready if you know what's good for 
you! I know how to slap you around, if that's what you like!" 

"Noooooo . . . oh, no . . . don't hurt me," the cowering young wife pleaded 
as she felt her panties ripping away from her buttocks. She could hear the 
material tearing and was immediately convinced that this brutal beast would 
think nothing of hurting her. When the cold air struck her already heated 
vagina, she felt a jolt of treacherous delight surging through her sensitive 
breasts, but even as the vaginal juices flowed from her innermost feminine 
flesh, she repeated, "No . . . no . . . I don't want you to . . . " 

"Will you look at that wet little cunt," Max roared. "It's a flooded lake 
already!" 

"I don't want you to love me . . . please let me go." 

"I'd say you want to be fucked so bad right now that you can hardly wait for 
my cock to split your tight little pussy wide open," the General gloated. 
Grinning lewdly, he dug his outstretched middle finger deep up inside her 
warmly moistened pussy and wiggled it around and around. He could feel her 
vaginal muscles clutching at his finger, and he chuckled as he said, "Yes, 
you want a taste of my man-sized prick!" 

"No . . . no . . . no, I don't . . . " Margie moaned, but her actions belied 
her words. Her naked vagina unconsciously lifted upward as a shiver of 
shameless desire trembled through her body. 

Max Sullivan suspected that she would never willingly consent to his 
demands, and yet, Win had been sure that she would! But then, most women 
liked to be forced the first time! It helped them rationalize it later on 
when they were yelling out their need to be fucked. An obscene grin split 
his face at the lewd thought, and he seized her shoulders with one hand, 
lifted her up from the bed, and grabbed her dress with the other hand. 
Before she could even think about what was happening, he had stripped her 
dress from her body. Then, he fought her flailing arms to pull at her lacy 
white brassiere until it jerked free of her fleshy up-thrust breasts. She 
struggled silently now as he made her naked, but all her efforts to escape 
were futile for he easily held her thrashing legs between his muscular 
thighs. 

A gasp escaped the older man's throat as he saw her rosy nipples quivering 
into erected little buds. He could hardly control himself as he stared down 
at her sensuous young body, her golden crown of pussy curls and her 
unblemished thighs and ass-cheeks. 

"Oh, please let me go," Margie moaned as she tried to get up from her 
penned-down position. "I don't want you to make love to me." 

"Love you hell! I'm just gonna fuck you . . . not marry you," he chuckled as 
his mouth dropped to her naked mounds of quivering flesh. He fastened his 
lips to her firm little nipples, and held on tight even though the young 
wife tried to push his head away from her melon-like breasts. 

"Noooooo . . . noooooooo . . . " Margie wailed as she tried to struggle from 
his grasp. She felt the tingling excitement building up down there between 
her naked thighs and, Oh God, how she hated it! She tried to force the 
salacious thought from her mind, but her body was already betraying her to 
the inexorably building tide of lust in her loins. 

Quickly then, Max used both hands to hold her shoulders flat on the bed and 
knelt over her widespread thighs. Then, he held her helpless beneath him 
while he spoke, "Margie, my pet! You listen to me, and you listen well! I'm 
not going to tell you again. You be nice and hold still while I get my 
clothes off, and I won't hurt you. But . . . if you so much as lift one 
finger, I'm going to shove my cock in your mouth and make you suck it until 
I cum! Do you understand?" 

"I . . . I . . . Yes . . . but . . . " 

"No buts about it! I mean it," the General snapped. "Now, I'm going to stand 
up and take off my pants and shirt. Okay?" 

"Okay," the young blonde said quickly, believing that once he let her go, 
somehow, someway, she could get away from him. Her eyes searched for 
something to strike him with, and then, just as he leaned over to remove his 
pants from his feet, she moved! Rolling over in a flip, she did not stop 
until she was standing on the other side of the bed. In a flash, she had a 
crystal bedroom lamp in her hand and lifted it over her head, ready to 
strike. 

"Now, you son of a bitch," she rasped. "You let me go or I'll kill you." 

Almost as if he had not heard, Max continued removing his trousers, and then 
his shoes, but his face darkened with anger at the young wife's 
disobedience. Silently, he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it 
down his muscular arms until it dropped to the floor. Not once did he take 
his glittering eyes from the nakedly trembling girl standing on the other 
side of the bed. Then, finally, he was completely naked! He stood before 
her, his long hard cock standing straight up, jerking in impatient 
readiness. Proudly, he reached down with his left hand and began massaging 
his penis, his eyes still glued to the lovely blonde's face. He grinned when 
he saw her glance falter, and her eyes drop to his thick rigid prick. 

Margie could not help herself! Uncontrollably, as she gazed at his visibly 
pulsating shaft, a shiver of admiration trembled through her naked body. She 
had never seen such a handsome older man. There was not an ounce of fat on 
his six foot three inch body, and the muscles rippled in his arms and 
shoulders. His belly was flat and hard, and he looked as young as her own 
husband. His face and gray hair was the only contradiction to his youthful 
body. Momentarily, she forgot her purpose, and that was all it took for her 
to lose control of the situation. She had been betrayed by her own lustful 
hunger! 

"You fucking bitch, I warned you," Max snorted as he lunged across the bed 
toward her, his right hand aiming at the crystal lamp. As soon as he had a 
good grip on the heavy instrument, he slammed it over the open half-wall of 
the upstairs bedroom and sent it crashing to the living room floor below. 
Then, before Margie could move, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled 
her down on top of him. Immediately he rolled over, positioning her in the 
middle of the king-sized bed, with his own body covering hers. 

"Oh no . . . please . . . I didn't mean it. . . let me go . . . " she 
moaned, knowing that she was trapped for good now. She could only hope that 
he would forget about his threat. Anyway, she would never let him put his 
filthy penis inside her mouth, even if he killed her! 

"Just remember that you asked for it!" Max snorted as he straddled her 
nakedly squirming body, and moved upward until he was kneeling over her 
proud young breasts. Before she could stop him, he pressed the bulbous head 
of his cock against her tightly clenched lips. "Suck it!" 

"No . . . No . . . not that," Margie gasped as she jerked her face sideways 
and moved her lips away from his warmly pulsing penis. "I'll never do that." 

"Oh no?" the older man roared, his obscene lust driving him to a brutal 
high. Sadistically, he grabbed her face with both hands and forced her mouth 
back into position. Then, he pressed the mushroom-like head of his pulsating 
hardness against her trembling mouth while he pinched her cheeks. 
Instinctively, she opened her mouth to cry out in pain, and he slipped his 
massive cockhead just inside her open lips. 

Incapable of speaking or fighting him any longer, Margie continued shaking 
her head, staring up at him with wide frightened eyes. He was going to choke 
her to death if he shoved his long hard cock into her throat. Her jaws ached 
already and he had only begun! 

"Suck it . . . I said suck my goddamned cock, you fucking bitch," the 
General groaned lewdly, his voice choking with powerful desire as he shoved 
his thick rigid shaft forward, burying it inside her soft warm mouth. 
"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . so good . . . so hot!" 

Margie could only plead with her eyes now as he filled her mouth and throat 
with his massive hardness, choking her with the thickly swollen cockhead. 
The first pangs of shame hit her only after she had adjusted the obscenely 
pulsating penis inside her mouth, giving her room to breathe. Instead of a 
wonderful husband making love to her, a monstrous fiend was violating her 
virginal mouth with his perverted sex. He was treating her like a common 
whore . . . committing a crime against nature! 

"Suck it . . . harder . . . tighten your lips and suck . . . use your tongue 
. . . don't you know what to do?" Max demanded, his face frowning in 
disbelief. 

The terrified young blonde shook her head from side to side, trying to 
convince him that she had never been forced to do such an evil thing before. 
If he believed her, he might let her go! 

"I don't believe it . . . Win loves cock-sucking! You should see him go with 
my wife!" The older man gloated, his face masked with the sudden knowledge 
that he was the first to fuck her mouth. "Wait'll I tell him that I taught 
you how to treat a husband! Now suck, or I'll rip your fucking head off." 
His fingers wrapped themselves tightly in her disheveled blonde hair, and he 
saw her wince in pain. 

With one last moan of utter defeat, and disappointment in her young husband, 
she reluctantly submitted to the degrading action and slowly began moving 
her lips up and down over his hotly throbbing penis. The sooner she got it 
over with, the sooner he would let her go. She might as well accept her 
fate! He would rape her mouth until he filled it with his vile sperm, 
anyway! But, if she had anything to do about it, it was going to end in a 
matter of seconds. She had heard about women who did things like this, and 
she had read about the results. It was supposed to be one of the fastest 
ways to make a man cum! Well, she would set a record! 

"Aaaggghhhhhhhh . . . oh shit," Max raves as he tightened his fingers in her 
hair and held on for dear life. He felt her sudden sucking movements 
increase, and he thrust his massive shaft deep inside her warm throat, 
fucking in and out of her tightly ovaled lips, feeling the hotness of her 
saliva swirling around his sensitive cockhead as she used her stiffened 
tongue to probe at the tiny hole at the end. He stared, in surprise, down at 
her wildly sucking cheeks working in lewd movement, and he gasped, "Yes . . 
. now you're learning! Use your tongue . . . suck it hard!" 

Margie heard his command and she began noisily sucking at his pulsating 
hardness, deeply shocked that it was already heating up inside her mouth. 
But at the same time, she was astonished to learn that her own 
masochistically triggered lust was flaming high, sending rippling thrills 
through her tingling vaginal passage. She could feel his soft swollen 
testicles pressing against her neck and chin, and she fought the urge to 
reach up and caress them, but that would be accepting his cruel behavior. 

"Oh shit, yes! Your mouth is so good . . . suck it harder . . . faster . . . 
" Max groaned as her soft lips tightened convulsively with each thrust of 
his pulsating penis, sawing in and out of her moist warm mouth. 

Suddenly, the young wife realized that she was willingly sucking this man's 
penis now, lost in a sea of her own rapture as she reveled in the feel of 
his hotly throbbing cock fucking her mouth. Unknowingly, she began moving 
her fingers upward until they were touching his sperm-swollen testicles, 
and, only when she felt the heat of his flesh, she jerked her hand away in 
shocked disbelief. 

"Shit, yes! Play with my balls! Use your hands," Max moaned, his violent 
lust burning in his aching testicles. 

Unable to stop herself, Margie did as he asked and lifted her hands again, 
caressing his warm softness, gently massaging the crinkled sacs protecting 
his tender balls. They caused shivers of desire to run rampant inside her 
pulsating vagina, and her eyes closed in ecstatic delight. Then, she began 
sucking with a force that caused Max's breath to rasp from his 
lust-hoarsened throat as she nibbled like a whore at his wetly glistening 
length. As her twisting tongue caressed the sensitive underside, she 
instinctively frictioned across the coronal ridge, her breath snorting from 
her nose. She could sense the older man's mounting lust, could feel the 
sudden burgeoning of his swollen cock head and his sperm-filled testicles, 
and she began sucking even more voraciously, drawing her teeth along the 
rubbery flesh, letting them nip gently into the thick resisting flesh as she 
bobbed her head up and down in a lewd sucking rhythm. 

"You sure learn fast. . . that is if you were a virgin cocksucker," Max 
snorted, her wet little tongue twirled around and around his sensitive 
cockhead. Her lips were obscenely pulled out, exposing their tender pink 
undersides as he jerked outward then they pushed inward until the lips were 
invisible. In his growing hunger, he held her long blonde hair tightly 
entangled in his fingers and sadistically forced his massive cock deeper 
inside her tightened throat, pressing against her tonsils. 

"Suck it, beautiful! Suck it hard," the gray-haired General rasped, feeling 
his heated sperm preparing to erupt from his painfully swollen balls. 

Margie licked and sucked at his pistoning rod of hard flesh like a demonic 
spirit, her face a mask of unbelievable passion as her own need began to 
burn higher. She wanted to rub her vagina, but she could not force herself 
to reach down and openly caress herself. She massaged and teased at Max's 
tender testicles instead, her naked hips rising and falling in rhythm with 
her thrusting mouth. She had to make him cum soon and then he could satisfy 
her own unholy cravings. Yes! She wanted him to fuck her now. 

She tasted the beginning of his dripping semen as it escaped the tiny slit 
at the end of his throbbing cock, and she anxiously sucked for his climax . 
. . feeling the spasming tendons in his thighs straining and his hands 
jerking her head faster and faster. He leaned forward and clamped his thighs 
against the side of her face, trapping her mouth where it was, and she 
struggled to break the choking hold as he shoved his exploding penis deep 
into her throat. She had not even thought about his cumming in her mouth 
and, now, her eyes widened in horrifying fear and she clawed at his hands 
trying to get away from the spewing cum. 

"Oh goddamn shit. Hold still," the older man snorted. "I gotta cum or bust 
wide open! It's all for you . . . Sugar . . . I'm gonna fill your belly with 
cum! Aaaggghhhhhhh!" 

Abruptly, Max's exploding cock filled her gulping mouth with hot waves of 
jetting sperm, his thick semen flowing down her throat, choking her with 
each geysering fountain of jism. Moaning and groaning with the force of his 
orgasm, he held her whitened face flat against his wildly pumping pelvis, 
his stiff pubic hairs covering her nose. 

Her eyes wide and frightened, Margie gulped and gasped instinctively, 
consuming the tangy white liquid even though she gagged and spluttered. At 
first, she fought his painful hold on her hair, but as she sucked his 
emptying penis, she felt her own heated desire returning to her moistly 
tingling cunt, and she licked every drop of his cum from his depleted shaft. 
It was actually exciting to have a man's penis climax in your mouth! As soon 
as she had nibbled every drop of his liquid heat, she lifted her face from 
his sagging cock, .and wiped her face with the back of her hand. 

"I think you're a born cock-sucker," Max moaned weakly as he stared down at 
the young wife's blushing face. "Want me to fuck you now?" 

"I . . . I . . . I . . . " 

"Then ask me," the gray-haired General teased as he slid his trembling body 
downward until his face was pressing against her naked breasts and knelt 
between her widespread thighs. Then, he began sliding his softened cock back 
and forth through her already heated pussy. He sucked at her sensitive 
little nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other, nibbling at them 
with his teeth, then sucking great gobs of her soft firm flesh up inside his 
saliva-wetted mouth. He could feel her nakedly writhing body beneath him as 
she moaned constantly, her warm moist cuntal slit lifting in a lewd 
eagerness upward against his still depleted shaft. Then, only seconds later, 
he felt the first imperceptible twinges as his virile cock began growing . . 
. growing . . . and growing until it was long and hard again. 

"Oh God! Fuck me! I can't wait," Margie moaned, as her vaginal slit burned 
with anxious desire, hating herself for begging even as she said the words. 
"Fuck me . . . goddamn you, fuck me . . . you wanted to hear me asking for 
it, all right . . . I'm asking! Fill my cunt with your man-sized prick!" 

"Yes ma'am! Just as soon as he's hard enough," Max chuckled. "You're the 
hottest little bitch I ever saw. One minute you're fighting me to stop, and 
the next you're begging me to give it to you! I'll never understand a 
woman's head!" 

The young wife knew that her shamelessly aroused body had betrayed her and 
was now in control of her sensitivities. All she could think about was that 
hotly throbbing hole down there between her naked thighs. She did not care 
whose it was . . . she just wanted a big hard penis filling her painfully 
tingling vagina! she had to have release from the obscene hunger deep inside 
her trembling belly, even if it damned her for the rest of her life. Yes, 
all she wanted now was to be loved . . . by a man . . . any man! Even the 
shock of her lewd thoughts could not stop her from wanting to be fucked! 

"You're just as much woman as I thought you would be," Max groaned as he 
rolled over beside her nakedly quivering body and lowered his hand down to 
her widespread thighs. Slowly, and teasingly, he massaged the soft inner 
flesh of her upper thighs before sliding his outstretched fingers upward. 
When the tips touched her already flowing pussy, he felt her cringe with 
obscene passion. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh . . . yes," Margie moaned gutturally as she felt 
his fingers parting her sparsely curling pussy hair. "Oh yes . . . rub it . 
. . make me cum . . . " 

"No! Not yef! I'm just getting you ready for me to fuck," the older man 
teased sadistically as he began sliding his outstretched middle finger back 
and forth through her heated cuntal slit. Then, he used the knuckle of his 
thumb to friction across her sensitive clitoral nub and was rewarded by her 
lurching response. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . " the lovely wife gasped, trying to 
cringe away from the unbearably sweet torture that throbbed through her 
widespread vagina. "Ohhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . " 

"Feel good?" General Sullivan's face contorted with obscene lust and his 
long hard cock jerked with impatience. 

"Aaaggggghhhhhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes . . . but. . . but.. . I want you to 
fuck me . . . I must have a penis inside my vagina . . . it's burning up," 
Margie cried, her body responding convulsively, shivering with the ecstatic 
pleasure flooding through her vagina and sensitive breasts. She tried to 
reach down and force him up and over her quivering form, but he evaded her 
searching hands. Her exposed pussy mound was bouncing upwards as if 
searching for his satisfying cock, and she was weakened by the overwhelming 
arousal until all she could do was moan out her lewd hunger, trembling with 
the shame of her unwanted buildup. Almost immediately, she began wailing 
with uncontrollable passion as his finger moved down to her pulsing cuntal 
opening again and the tip plunged deep inside her tight little hole. 

"Ooohhhhhhh . . . Max . . . please . . . I can't stand it," she blubbered. 

The General heard her protests, but he ignored them for a moment, knowing 
that she was getting hotter and hotter. Soon she would be ready for him to 
fuck, and she would be so hot that she would cum immediately. Then, he could 
make her cum again and again! No one man would ever be able to take care of 
her as he would do tonight! 

Margie was moaning continuously now as the unbearable jolts of sexual 
pleasure invaded her sex-crazed young body . . . her hips were a veritable 
blur of action as she began raising her vaginal mound upward to meet his 
outstretched finger, plunging it deep down inside her throbbing cunt. Her 
blonde hair flailed from side to side as she lifted her head to stare down 
at the salacious sight between her widespread thighs. She saw her obscenely 
writhing body and wanted to resist her own whorish passion, but her body had 
taken it out of her hands, now. She was a captive to her own emotions as 
well as the older man! Her traitorous vagina was boiling with lewd desire to 
be fucked and her raw nerve endings were on fire. 

Her eyes suddenly slitted and gleamed with a wicked excitement. She had been 
forced into sucking her husband's commanding officer's sucking her husband's 
commanding officer's penis, but she had been the winner! She had loved it! 
And now, she wanted more! She would do what her husband asked, but he was 
the loser! She felt no guilt now as she tried to bury the General's 
outstretched middle finger deep inside her fevered vaginal slit, and she 
would happily put Max's pleasurable penis inside her pussy! Her inner cunt 
muscles tried to draw his hand closer to her fleshy ass-cheeks and tightened 
around his rapacious finger in an effort to hold it. It felt so good fucking 
in and out of her pussy, rubbing across her clitoral nub. 

Unable to control his own heated passion, Max suddenly jerked his 
outstretched finger from her tightly clasping hole and lifted up over her 
naked body, kneeling between her widespread thighs. Then, he aimed the 
lust-swollen head of his massive cock at her eagerly gaping vaginal opening 
and with one savage thrust rammed his thick rigid penis deep up inside her 
belly. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhh . . . " Margie wailed in 
lewd delight. "You're so big! So big and beautiful! So hard . . . but so 
good!" 

She closed her eyes and almost passed into oblivion as the combination of 
pain and pleasure rippled through her widely stretched vaginal slit. 

"Oh fuck," Max groaned, his lips pulled together in fine lines as he felt 
the tightness of together in fine lines as he felt the tightness of her 
cuntal sheath. "You are tight! So hot! Shit, woman! Where have you been all 
my life?" 

Margie's eyes flickered several times and she moaned in guttural delight as 
her eyes trailed down her chest and flat white stomach again, coming to rest 
at the mammoth shaft which jutted out from her widespread pussy. It was the 
most obscenely exciting sight that she had ever seen. Then, she stared up at 
the General's face and the look of intense desire on his face was doubly 
exciting because it was evidence that he was feeling just as much pleasure 
as she was. 

Max continued the slow thrusting motion, inch by inch, into her tightly 
clutching cunt. Up, up, further inside her belly, the pulsating cudgel of 
male flesh sank into her heated vaginal sheath until her pussy was stuffed 
to the ultimate. When he finally pushed it to the hilt, his rubbery cock 
head was pressed against her cervix, and he could even feel the beating of 
her heart through her life-building womb. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . so good . . . so fucking good . . . oh yes, Max, I love 
it! I love your penis," she gibbered, her hideously stretched vagina was 
like a second skin to his rod of thick flesh. The could feel every thick, 
corded, pulsating inch of his long hard shaft. "Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" 

"Oh shit! You're so tight that your fucking cunt is going to make me lose 
control if I'm not careful," Max rasped. 

"Oh!" Margie gasped as he began sliding his long hard cock back and forth, 
fucking it in and out of her erotically tingling vaginal passage. He was 
big! And it hurt, a little . . . but in a kind of pleasurable way. But 
within seconds, her pussy had stretched and become coated with her own 
love-juices and adjusted to the monstrous thickness. "Ohhhh yes! Oh yes! Do 
it to me. Fuck hard . . . " 

Trembling with the intensity of his desire, Max stared in awe at his thick, 
wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of her hair-lined little pink hole 
up between her legs. His right hand trembled as he reached down and caressed 
her soft golden pubic hair. His eyes wide and filled with deep passion, he 
moaned as his excitedly throbbing hardness thrust in and out of her heated 
cuntal flesh, "Oh shit, beautiful! It's so tight . . . so good . . . fucking 
good!" 

The lovely blonde wife was moaning with unbearable excitement as she shoved 
her vaginal opening up against his impaling shaft and ground it around and 
around. Her low animal-like whimpers became unrecognizable and her ecstatic 
pleasure built up until she could not control it any longer. 

"Oh God! Max . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," she 
gasped unbelievably. "I can't help it! Aaaggghhhhhh! Aaaaeeeiiiiiiii!" She 
began writhing in abandonment as the orgasm wracked her body. Finally, the 
last zephyrs of her climax disappeared and the trembling young wife became 
aware that the General's penis was still hard. 

"Did you . . . did you cum, too?" she asked timidly. 

"Not yet. I'm going to make you cum a dozen times before I do," the older 
man grinned to himself as he stared down at her in complete satisfaction. It 
was working just the way he had planned it. She was responding like a bitch 
in heat and would fuck all night if he could just last. 

"You will?" she asked incredulously. "But, Win always orgasms with me. I 
like to feel him climax with me." 

"I can understand why he can't hold off. Your cunt is so hot even I could 
hardly keep from cumming." 

"You feel good to me, too," she closed her eyes and sighed. "I feel like I'm 
floating on a soft white cloud." 

But, her calmness suddenly disappeared as the tingling excitement built up 
inside her ecstatic cuntal sheath again. But, she was not surprised because 
she always climaxed again if Win kept his penis inside her vagina very long 
after she was satisfied the first time. 

"I'm going to fuck you dog fashion this time," Max snorted excitedly as he 
pulled his pulsating penis from her hot tight pussy and began rolling her 
over on her face. "Hurry up!" 

"What . . . how . . . what do you want me to do," she gasped, needing him to 
ease the throbbing inside her vagina. But instead of waiting for an answer, 
she looked back at him and saw his pleasure-giving penis pulsating above her 
nakedly sprawled buttocks. She lifted her ass-cheeks up in an effort to trap 
it inside her cock-hungry pussy again. When she stared at the salacious 
sight of her lewdly waving buttocks brushing against his anxiously jerking 
cock, the blonde housewife could not wait any longer. She had to have the 
General's long hard cock up inside her belly again. Unable to silence her 
lascivious guttural request, she moaned, "Put it in, Max! Put your penis in 
me before I die!" 

"Okay . . . give me time," the older man chuckled, having slowed his hot 
demanding lust by the momentary delay. Then, unable to control his actions, 
he held his pulsating penis with his right hand and aimed it at her already 
widened cuntal hole. Instantly, with one slippery movement, he impaled her 
hot little pussy with the full length of his long hard cock. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh . . . yessssssss . . . so good . . . " Margie 
wailed. "Oh God, Max! I love it! I love it!" 

The Army General stared down at the young wife's nakedly curving buttocks 
with lust-slitted eyes, saw her still spasming cuntal lips nibbling at his 
thick hardness, and he groaned as he began fucking his wetly gleaming shaft 
in and out of her vaginal sheath, scraping against her clitoris on each 
inward stroke that went deep enough up into her belly to slam against her 
cervix. 

Fighting to control his powerful lust, he used both thumbs to separate her 
ass-crevice, exposing the tiny little brown mouth of her rectum. Using the 
tip of his middle finger, he gently wiggled it through the wide-open 
crevice. Margie cringed and tensed her buttocks together as he probed at the 
puckering anus. Then, he thrust his hand forward, forcing the outstretched 
finger through her tightly defending anal muscle all the way up to the first 
knuckle. 

"Oh! That hurts!" Margie gasped, staring back at the older man's impaling 
hand. 

Max rolled his eyes around and groaned, "That's a real snapping turtle 
inside your ass." Then, unsmiling, he pushed down with all his strength and 
his finger slid through the hot spongy flesh of her rectum all the way past 
the second knuckle. Again, he pushed forward, finally burying it to the 
hilt. The flat of his palm was pressed against the bottom of her nakedly 
upturned buttocks with his outstretched middle finger impaling her virginal 
rectum, while his lust-rigid shaft was buried inside her tightly spasming 
vagina. 

"Oh, no! That hurts, Max! Take it out," the young wife pleaded, her face red 
with shame and embarrassment. Momentarily, her sensible mind returned and 
took charge of her emotions. "I don't want you to do that! It's vulgar! It's 
perverted!" 

"Who says so? I think it's the most exciting foreplay there is," he 
answered, grinding his finger around and around inside her tight anal 
passage. "Someday I'll fuck you there . . . you'll love it!" 

Her ass muscles tightened and she groaned continuously as he scoured her 
rectum, using first one finger then two widening her tightly resisting 
rectum. Margie was still staring back at his thrusting fingers as he ravaged 
her backside, digging into her bowels with his fingernails. She had never 
felt so violated in her entire life! But, she had asked for it. She had 
waved her buttocks around like a common whore, asking to be assaulted. Then, 
she suddenly felt the pain subsiding as her anal muscles relaxed and 
stretched, releasing the pressure. At the same time, she could also feel his 
long hard cock thrusting in and out of her tingling vagina, driving her own 
lust to a vibrating high that blotted out all sensible rationalization. 
Moaning in helpless humiliation and discomfort, she could feel the obscene 
heat sparking back and forth from her pussy to her virginal rectum, setting 
her entire body on fire with the unwanted passion. She did not want to 
respond to his perverted caresses of her rectum, but she could not help 
herself. 

Still, when she felt her nakedly quivering buttocks pushing backwards to 
meet his thrusting fingers, she felt as if she were committing a crime! 

"Oh shit, beautiful! I'd sure like to stuff my prick up in that tight little 
asshole! It's so warm and soft," Max groaned, his stiffened finger plunging 
in and out of her puckering anus. "It's too much! I gotta fuck . . . cum . . 
. my balls are about to kill me!" 

"Oh yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck my ass with your finger . . . fuck my cunt 
with your cock . . . shove it in . . . make me like it. . . yes . . . I do . 
. . I do," the young wife gurgled with insane delight as she let her 
betraying body take charge again. She rammed backwards against his impaling 
fingers, and then, bucked forward, taking every inch of his exciting penis 
deep up inside her throbbing pussy. "Aaaggghhh! More . . . harder . . . I'm 
cumming again . . . again . . . " 

Then, unable to control himself any longer, Max jerked his fingers from her 
tightly clutching anus and gripped both her ass-cheeks with his hands, 
rhythmically forcing her hips back and forth with increased fervor. His 
runaway cock slammed inward into her gyrating young cunt, sawed outward in 
the age-old style of physical satisfaction. He could feel his balls heating 
up, and knew that the time for control had passed. He had to cum now or his 
cock would split wide open! 

Margie was a mass of lewdly blubbering flesh now, her mind just a blur of 
what it once had been. She had already orgasmed for the third time, and her 
climax was becoming a steady explosion down there inside her spasming pussy. 
No beginning . . --. no end! Already she was just a part of the surrounding 
space in the bedroom as her mind separated from her body. She felt as if she 
were a witness to the obscenity. Suddenly, her mind shorted out, refusing to 
accept anymore of the sweet torture. Her nerve endings had already exploded 
until she was a shuddering, moaning, pleading mass of sensation-filled 
flesh. 

"Oh shit! I'm dying! Look out, beautiful! Here it cums! I can't bear your 
fucking cunt another second," Max roared as he slammed his long hard cock 
deep inside her convulsing vagina and held it, spewing his heavy load of 
pent-up sperm deep inside her quivering belly, "aaaggghhhhhhh! Take it! 
Every drop of it!" 

Margie felt his thick heated cum spraying against her vaginal walls and 
cervix and, momentarily she was unconscious to the trembling man kneeling 
behind her subserviently kneeling body. Her still spasming pussy clutched at 
his impaling cock as if gasping for breath. She shivered with unbearable 
ecstasy until his ejaculating penis was empty and soft. Then, she collapsed 
on the bed, bringing the General down on top of her, his deflated shaft 
still buried inside her sperm-filled vaginal sheath. Thus they lay for a 
long time before either one could move. Then, much later, Max lifted his 
spent body to lay beside the lovely blonde girl, falling into a deep sleep, 
his sticky cum streaming from Margie's still happily fluttering vagina. 

The satiated young wife was unaware of the older man rising from the bed and 
leaving her house, nor was she aware of pulling the sheet up over her naked, 
cum-smeared body. She had been satisfied as she had never been before in her 
entire life, and she was dead to the world. It was morning before she could 
think sensibly again; trying to understand her shocking behavior with the 
General. Subconsciously, she was aware of the fact that she might never be 
happy with her husband again unless she could also be with Max! The 
magnetism she felt toward the General had to be more than just sex! 

Now, she understood what Beth had been trying to tell her! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Hi! Can I come in?" Colonel Barnes asked when Margie answered the doorbell 
ring. He stared at his lovely wife as she stood in the doorway, still 
holding the doorknob in her hand. Her eyes were empty of emotion, and he 
could not read her thoughts as he continued, "I want to talk to you." 

"It's your house, too. Come on in," she sighed as she turned and walked back 
to the living room. When the doorbell rang, she thought it was the General, 
and she had prepared a statement for him. But, when she saw her husband 
standing there like a repentant child, she was speechless. 

"I don't really know what to say, but I sure got drunk last night," he 
stammered as he followed her into the living room and dropped down on the 
sofa as if his knees could not hold him. "I don't even remember where I 
slept." 

"I bet," she said unforgiving. "That's easy to find out! Where did you wake 
up this morning?" 

"I . . . I . . . it doesn't matter," he said nervously, averting his eyes. 
"It has nothing to do with you." 

"You don't think, so?" she asked wearily, afraid of the unknown future that 
she had charted for herself last night. "Anything that concerns you, 
apparently affects me in one way or another." 

"Will you forgive me? You've slept alone since our wedding," Win answered 
purposely, avoiding her eyes. 

"No, you're wrong about that. I slept without you the night before that." 

"I forgot." 

"A lot has happened, Win. There are also some things that you don't know 
about," Margie did not want to feel guilty, but she did! She wanted to hurt 
him as he had hurt her! Damn him, she thought, Why can't I be as casual 
about commiting adultery as Beth? 

"I know all I want to know." 

"Yeah, I guess you do!" Margie yawned wearily, and sat down on the sofa 
beside him, staring into his handsome face. 

With a tortured groan, her young husband took her in his arms, and said, 
"Baby! You know that I love you. I don't pretend to understand the damned 
Army, but I do what I have to do." 

"It's easy for you, darling, but not for me." 

"It was until I met you. You wouldn't believe what I have to do to get a 
promotion," he replied. "Do you have any idea what happens to a man if he's 
passed over the second time?" 

"Yes! Max told me last night." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Were you too drunk to remember sending him over to keep me company while 
you fucked his wife?" she asked angrily, then softened as she saw the shock 
on his face. 

"I know that it had to happen, but I don't remember sending him to you last 
night." 

"You don't have to act innocent around me anymore. I understand what I have 
to do if you are to succeed in your precious Army career," she snapped, then 
forced a weak smile on her face as she continued, "But, you don't have to 
worry, darling! I'll try to make you proud of me." 

"I.. . I . . . " he stammered nervously, his eyes wide and staring. He did 
not remember what happened with Max last night, but whatever it was, it had 
turned out all right . . . for him anyway. 

"I'll try to remember all the things you have taught me about sex, and use 
it to your advantage." 

"Want to tell me about what happened?" 

"Why not? You seem to like several women at the same time, but you never 
satisfied me like the General did last night," she said defiantly, not sure 
that she could hide her nervousness. "I liked him. Max is an accomplished 
lover!" 

"When did you decide that?" 

"I'm trying to tell you that I took your advice and let him sleep with me 
last night. He really knows how to fuck," she said as she drove the barb 
home. 

The young Colonel's mouth gaped open and he was momentarily speechless. When 
he had completely comprehended what she was telling him, he asked, "Is he 
really better than your husband?" 

"Maybe not, but definitely less inhibited," Margie dimpled innocently. "I 
had so many climaxes that I lost count . . . and Max only came once." 

"I see . . . I didn't know that you were that knowledgeable," Win pouted. "I 
thought I was the best!" 

"Maybe you are . . . with someone else," she said sadly. 

"Love can be an inhibiting factor," the young husband said quietly, 
remembering the times he had been patient with her when he wanted to use her 
like a whore. 

"I suppose it can." 

"Did you ever stop to think that consideration for someone you love is not 
an inhibition? It doesn't mean that I couldn't treat you like a 
fucking-machine! It means that I don't want to!" Win knew that he was being 
ridiculous, but he could not stop himself. He was jealous and, at the same 
time, he did not want to care so much. He knew what his future involved and 
had always known! Now, he was acting like a teenager with his first love! 

"I wish you'd make up your fucking mind what you want! You tell me to go to 
bed with Max, then you act like I committed a crime!" she snapped irritably. 

"I.. . I . . . I'm aware of that," he sighed, then silently stared down at 
his hands. 

Margie sat stiffly beside her husband on the couch, trying to understand 
what was happening to them, wanting to erase everything that had happened 
last night, but she knew that it was impossible. Wearily, she stood up, 
paused for a moment as if to speak, and then turned away as the doorbell 
rang. When she opened the door, Beth stepped in and hugged her. "Well, good 
morning, partner. Want to invite me for a swim?" 

"Sure! Come in," the lovely blonde turned and led the older woman into the 
living room where her husband was still sitting on the sofa. 

"Did I interrupt something?" the General's wife asked, pulling her canary 
yellow halter dress up over her head with one smooth motion. She tossed it 
aside to reveal the tiniest string bikini swim suit Margie had ever seen. In 
the back, her smooth rounded ass-cheeks were almost totally uncovered, and 
her groin was covered by a triangular patch of cloth that couldn't have been 
larger than three inches across. She stared at the obviously distraught 
young husband and the nervous wife. "I can come back later," she said. "I 
thought Win would be at the base." 

Still lost in his thoughts, the young husband forced a smile to his face, 
then stared up at his commanding officer's wife, really seeing her for the 
first time. His eyes widened and he gasped, "Shit, woman! I was too tired! 
But, you've just rested me with that bikini you have on . . . or should I 
say don't have on!" 

Win brightened as he stared at Beth's youthful body, almost naked, with two 
tiny strips of material covering the nipples of her breasts, and part of her 
vaginal mound. The crotch band was embedded in her pussy slit and he could 
see the pink flesh bulging around it. "Are you trying to get raped?" 

"I wouldn't mind! Thinking of anyone in particular?" 

"You stand in front of me like that, and I'll show you," Win snorted, his 
cock stirring restlessly as he thought about her experienced cunt. If only 
he could be as casual about sex as she was! He wondered if she had always 
been this way! 

"How strange! Max just yawned when I walked out of the bathroom dressed like 
this," the lovely black-haired woman dimpled and glanced knowingly at 
Margie. "I think he was plumb tuckered out!" 

The blushing blonde wife stared at Beth's face momentarily, then turned to 
her husband. She saw his accusing eyes, and she sniggered deep in her 
throat, unable to stop her snide remark. "More tired than you and Win?" 

"You've become a real bitch, Margie," her husband said quietly. "I'm going 
to work." 

"Are you coming home tonight, darling? Or shall I make other plans?" 

Win turned to say something to her, but the words caught in his throat, and 
he paused before speaking, "I'll see you this evening. We have things to 
discuss." 

"I can go if you want privacy." Beth shrugged. 

"No . . . I have to get to the office. General Sullivan will be looking for 
me . . . again." 

"I doubt it, Sweetie. He can't even get up," Beth giggled as she moved 
toward the handsome 

Colonel and sensuously rubbed her almost naked vaginal mound against his 
uniform pants. "Let's all four have a party together tonight." 

"Fine with me," Margie said. "How about you, darling?" 

"Sure . . . whatever you say, but not tonight," he mumbled knowing that he 
should be happy with her congenial response. Then, he silently disappeared 
into the entrance hall and slammed the door behind him. 

"What's wrong with the master?" Beth asked. 

"He's got a pain in his conscience. Seems to be hurting him quite a bit this 
morning." 

"Why? Ah! But you're kidding," Beth replied. "He's not the type. You 
should've seen him last night. He wasn't acting like he'd ever had a 
conscience." 

"I think he had a shocking surprise since then." 

"You mean Max?" 

"Why, darling! What ever are you talking about?" Margie asked with feigned 
innocence as she moved toward the stairway that led up to the open-air 
bedroom. "I'll put on my swim suit." 

"Don't be a prude, honey. I know what happened." Beth said as she followed 
the young girl up the stairs. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Max said you 
were absolutely great." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," the young wife repeated. "Excuse 
me while I step in the dressing room and put on my swim suit. Be back in a 
sec." 

"Why are you ashamed of your body, Margie? Christ, if I had your figure, I'd 
show it off to everyone," the older woman responded. "Go ahead! Put your 
suit on right here. I don't mind." 

"I'll be back!" the young blonde said with disapproval as she closed the 
dressing room door firmly behind her. 

Beth's eyes smiled teasingly and called through the closed door, "Did you 
like Max?" 

Silently, Margie stood in front of the full-length mirror inside the 
dressing room, ignoring her friend's question, and stared at her naked form 
as she removed the last piece of her clothing. In her mind, she could still 
hear the General exclaiming over her lush young body, and he really dug her 
breasts! Probably because Beth's were small.. . compared to hers. Strange 
that a woman a man married was never happy. Win craved Beth's child-like 
body and he was married to a voluptuous blonde. She was learning fast that 
you never took a man for granted. She heard her friend's voice coming from 
the bedroom, but she kept silent as she tried to clear her mind of her 
tortured thoughts. She would have to watch herself, or she would spill 
everything to Beth, and that would reveal how much she had enjoyed Max's 
lovemaking. If she did that, she would be admitting that she was no better 
than her conniving husband! 

"Honey, can't you hear me?" the older woman asked as she suddenly opened the 
dressing room door and popped her head inside. She stared at Margie's naked 
body. "I asked you if you liked Max." 

"What are you talking about?" the young girl asked, her mouth gaping in 
surprise, trying to cover herself with her hands. "I don't like people 
watching me dress." 

"So what? I've seen my own body, and if you've seen one, you've seen them 
all," Beth said quietly, staring at the blonde's voluptuous nakedness. Her 
fleshy up-thrust breasts were firm and shapely, and her tiny curving waist 
was accented by her flaring hips. Her skin was as soft and shining as silk, 
and the color of ivory. The older woman's eyes slitted with excitement as 
she let her gaze fall to Margie's golden mound of curling pubic hair, and 
she gasped uncaringly, "Honey! You're absolutely beautiful! No wonder my 
husband couldn't stop talking about you. I'm afraid he's getting hung up 
over you." 

"Beth . . . please . . . I don't want to talk about it," Margie stammered. 
"Now, will you leave and let me get my suit on?" 

"Go ahead . . . let me watch you. Please?" 

"Why?" 

"I enjoy women as much as I do men," the General's wife moaned quietly. 
"Looking at you really turns me on." 

"Oh God, Beth! Do you know what you're saying?" the young blonde asked, 
nervously holding her hands in front of her vaginal mound. 

"Sure! I know!" Beth's eyes gleamed with anxious excitement and she could 
hardly keep from touching the young girl's heavy up-thrust mounds of soft 
flesh. 

"Beth! Are you saying you're a lesbian?" 

"No! Of course not, silly! But, I am bi-sexual!" 

"What's that?" Margie asked innocently, still standing in front of the older 
woman, completely naked. And strangely enough, the conversation was 
beginning to make her own vagina moisten with an unwanted, forbidden 
excitement. 

"I like men and women both!" 

"You make love with women?" 

"Sure! Haven't you ever tried it? Not even when you were in school?" 

"No! Never!" 

"Then you must have gone to public school. I went to a very exclusive girl's 
boarding school, and we slept together all the time." 

"You slept with a girl. . . that way . . . like with a man?" 

"Yes . . . all the time," Beth's voice was hoarse with her built-up 
emotions, and with a low groan of hunger, she stepped across the dressing 
room to the lovely blonde girl and spontaneously caressed her warm trembling 
breasts. 

"No . . . don't touch me . . . get out of here . . . leave me alone! You are 
a lesbian! Get out! Get out!" Margie screamed as she backed the full length 
of the wall to the mirror. 

"All right. . . I'll go," Beth said quietly as she reached out and 
momentarily caressed the young wife's blonde pussy curls, and let her 
outstretched middle finger teasingly slide up through the heated vaginal 
slit. Then, her eyes slitted with lust and she added, "I'll go, honey, but 
one day you'll understand how I feel." 

"Never! I'm not a lesbian . . . and I never will be. Get out of my house!" 
the young wife raged as she stared with widened fear-filled eyes. When she 
saw the older woman leave the dressing room and close the door behind her, 
Margie was trembling with a combination of impotent rage and an alien 
excitement. Still, she stood without moving for a few minutes, afraid that 
Beth would return and trap her in the dressing room . . . even force herself 
upon her. 

In a state of shock, she heard the Cadillac start and drive away from the 
driveway in front of their house. She was so disturbed that she could hardly 
breathe as she dropped down on the floor beside the full-length mirror and 
closed her eyes. What is happening to me? My whole world is falling apart! 
Not only do I commit adultery with my husband's commanding officer and love 
it but I am propositioned by his wife! My best friend is a lesbian! And dear 
God, worse than that, I was excited by it! When Beth touched me down there, 
I wanted to moan with delight. . . wanted more! More of her warm caressing 
hand! But, how could I? I like men! I don't like women . . . that way! I 
must be wrong about my reaction! I could not possibly want another woman to 
make love to me! 

And then, curiously, Margie let her own hand trail down over her naked 
vagina as she calmed her beating heart. She felt the moistening heat of her 
most intimate flesh, and she moaned as she let her outstretched finger slide 
through her hair-fringed cuntal slit, raking across her already erected 
clitoris. 

"Beth . . . " she whispered. "Come back, Beth. I'm sorry!" 

Immediately, ashamed of her perverted thoughts, she forced herself to stand 
up and ignore the burning excitement that had been started by the petite 
brunette's lewdly caressing hand. Quickly she dressed in her swim suit. Her 
body still burning with a fevered sexual desire, she hurried down the stairs 
and out the back door to the patio. Then, angrily, she dove into the 
swimming pool and swam back and forth until she was physcially exhausted . . 
. but the fire-filled cavity up between her legs still pulsated with an 
unholy desire . . . 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Margie had gone through three days of mental torture wanting to see Max 
again, but refusing to make the first move. She was embarrassed about her 
whorish response to the older man's love-making, but she could not get him 
off her mind. She wanted to be with him again and prove that her desire was 
a figment of her imagination . . . or real! 

Win had been especially attentive to her, satisfying the craving inside her 
belly, but, even then, she pretended that it was the General who was on top 
of her. She could not understand it and she fought the memories, but she 
instinctively knew that she would have to see the older man again. She had 
not seen Beth for three days, and she was glad that she did not have to face 
her. 

She thought a lot about the older woman, and had discussed bi-sexual 
activity with her husband. He had explained it to her and now she understood 
how a person could enjoy both sexes. After all, a hand was a hand, a mouth a 
mouth, and if anything, a woman could be a lot more gentle than a man. And 
yet, she had no desire to be physically loved by a woman! 

She had decided that she would call Beth this morning and ask forgiveness 
for her rudeness, but the older woman had called her before Win left for the 
base and invited them for cocktails tonight. She had suggested that they 
have dinner at the Officer's club afterwards, and she had accepted as if 
nothing had happened between them. She simply could not find the courage to 
mention the incident in her dressing room. 

Now, as she and her husband stood at the door of the Sullivan's massive 
home, she trembled with anxious excitement. She was not too sure that she 
could manage this first meeting with the General and his wife after her lewd 
responses. She drank two martinis before they left home, but she was just as 
nervous as before. 

"Hello, you two, come in!" Beth said as she opened the door. 

"Hello, you gorgeous bitch," Win chortled, as he stared at the lewdly 
dressed woman. 

"Hi," Margie said as she choked back a gasp of shock. Beth was dressed in 
the most revealing hostess gown that she had ever seen. Her eyes were glued 
to the older woman's sheer black dress as she kissed Win. The vee-neck 
plunged so low that it revealed her belly button, and it fastened around the 
neck like a halter. It barely covered her nipples, leaving most of her 
breasts and her shoulders exposed. The back was so low-cut that Margie could 
see the beginning of her ass-crevice below the lacy fabric. When Beth turned 
to greet her, she saw that the skirt had a slit in front, all the way up to 
her vaginal mound. Her curling black pubic hair was actually exposed when 
she spread her legs. It was the most obscene sight that the young wife had 
ever been exposed to, and it disturbed her in a rather strange manner that 
caused her heart to begin beating rapidly. 

"You look lovely," the General's wife said. 

"Wowee," Win gasped and whistled as he saw the front of the older woman's 
dress. "I like it! When do we take it off . . . what there is left of it!" 

"What are you talking about, sweetie," Beth dimpled and blinked her eyes at 
the handsome Colonel. Then, she reached down and lifted her skirt to walk, 
exposing her pussy slit, and seductively crooned, "Come with me and we'll 
get started." 

Beth led the Colonel and his wife through the entrance hall and down a short 
flight of stairs, swaying her buttocks lewdly as she paraded in front of the 
young man. 

Margie followed the older woman, her eyes slitted with embarrassment, until 
they entered the huge party room. It had white marble floors that made it 
easy for dancing, and there was a circular bar in the middle of the room. 
Overstuffed chairs circled the wall around the room, and the chandelier was 
made of a fine crystal. Quickly, trying not to show her embarrassment or 
nervousness, the young wife moved to the bar and sat down on a stool, 
staring up at her husband and Beth standing just inside the door. 

Win had his arm around the General's wife's shoulders and his hand was 
inside the black lace dress, caressing her naked flesh. A moment later, the 
couple moved to the other side of the bar and sat down on a stool with Beth 
sitting between his widespread thighs. Margie was determined to ignore them, 
so she sat quietly listening to the soft dreamy music coming from the 
piped-in stereo system. A few minutes later, unable to ignore her husband's 
lewd caresses any longer, she nervously asked, "Where is Max?" 

"Here I am, beautiful," she heard the older man's voice as he came through 
the door. "Did you miss me?" 

"I . . . Hello, Max," she smiled intentionally, still avoiding the sight of 
her husband's rapacious hands moving over Beth's body. As the General moved 
closer to her, she forgot all about them and studied the older man's outfit. 
He was wearing a white, one-piece jumpsuit that opened down the front. There 
were no buttons on it and it was only fasted at the waist with a tightly 
clenched belt. The stretch material clung to his muscular body as though it 
had been glued on. Margie was speechless as she stared down at his bulging 
crotch. It looked like he had a banana stuffed inside his pants. She tried 
to pull her eyes away, but her gaze was glued to the outline of his penis 
pressing against the material of his tightly fitting jumpsuit. 

Momentarily, Max Sullivan grinned down at the young wife's widened eyes, and 
whispered, "Do you like what you see?" 

"I. . . I'm sorry . . . I . . . You . . . we . . . you look very nice," she 
stammered, her face beet-red. 

"Thank you. You're lovely, as usual," Max said as he leaned over and kissed 
her on the lips, then before she could pull away, he stepped away and moved 
behind the bar. "What can I get you to drink?" 

"I'll have a martini," she said calmly, mentally fighting with herself to 
keep her eyes from dropping to his groin again. 

"I'll have the same, sweetheart," Beth echoed. 

"Me too," Win repeated. "Makes it easy for you, Max. How are you tonight?" 

"Just great, Colonel! Just great!" 

"Lieutenant Colonel." 

"Still Colonel! How does it sound to you?" 

"I love it! How long before I can be promoted to full Colonel?" Win asked, 
grinning at the General with a knowing look. 

"I can probably work it after three years." Max chuckled, "In a bit of a 
hurry, aren't you, boy?" 

"No! I just wondered if it wouldn't be easier since I'm married to Margie," 
he chortled teasingly. "She's a fast worker." 

"Don't be in such a rush to become General," the older man said shaking his 
head, "The work load is very mental . . . tremendous pressure! The tension 
can give you a heart attack." 

"Is that what they call it? Tension?" Beth asked seriously, then dimpled as 
she added, "And I thought it was called fucking!" 

Margie had been listening to the conversation between her husband and the 
General, knowing that there was an undercurrent of meaning, but silently she 
watched the older man mix the martinis and set one in front of each of them. 
Unable to stay silent any longer, she found herself saying, "You're 
impossible! All three of you!" 

"Why?" Win asked, a momentary frown of anger moving across his face. 

"You know what I mean. You're so proud of your sexual prowess. Even you, 
Beth! Is that all you ever think about?" 

"Relax, Sugar!" Max soothed. "Let's be friends tonight. A toast to 
friendship!" 

All four lifted their glasses and waited for the General to continue. 

"Here's to the new Colonel and his bride!" 

"Here's to the General and his broad," Win chuckled. 

"Here's to peace between us," Beth held her glass toward the young blonde 
and then they all sipped their dry martini, smiling in comradeship . . . all 
except Margie! 

"Come on, honey," Beth soothed. "Can't we be friends again?" 

"Yes! I guess you're right! Who am I to judge another person's actions. 
Peace!" Margie said grudgingly. She was outnumbered and might as well relax 
and enjoy it. 

"Let's dance, Beth." Win said as he stood up and pulled the lovely 
black-haired woman against his muscular chest, swaying to the music. 

Together they moved to the middle of the room, keeping time to the music, 
their bodies glued together as one, with Win's arms circling the older 
woman's shoulders and locked behind her. He pulled Beth's lewdly dressed 
body against him, full length, his already bulging penis rubbing against her 
vaginal mound. The clinging warmth of her sensuous little body drove him to 
an even higher state of lust. He would show his fucking wife that he was not 
jealous! But never . . . never would he admit that he had made love to Beth 
before. No, let her think what she liked, but he would not confess. 

"What are you thinking about, my sweet one?" Beth asked seductively as she 
ran her extended tongue around inside his ear. "Must be me!" 

"Yeah," the young man whispered as he let his thoughts return to the 
youthful dark-haired woman he was holding in his arms. 

Beth giggled when she felt his erection lurching in anxious hardness, 
pulsating against her vaginal slit, with only his pants between them. She 
was already tingling with lewd excitement, and she wanted to fuck! She would 
soon have Win down on the floor right in front of his up-tight, snotty wife! 
She had been insulted for the last time by the ice-cold bitch, and one day 
she would get even with her! Yes, when that day came, she would eat the 
stupid blonde's pussy until Margie begged her for forgiveness! 

The older woman grinned lewdly to herself as she buried her face in the 
younger man's neck, unable to control the giggles that tinkled deep inside 
her throat. 

"Did I do something funny." 

"No! I've had one martini too many," Beth lied as she stared across the room 
at her husband leaning over the bar, speaking animatedly to Margie. 

"Why don't you dance, Margie. Max is not a bad partner if you know how to 
waltz," she called and then proceeded to ignore them. Having gotten their 
attention, she kissed Win on the mouth and seductively ground her pussy 
against his already erected penis. 

"We'll show them, beautiful," Max chuckled as he moved around the bar and 
took the young girl's trembling hand. "Anybody can wiggle their ass." 

Margie let him pull her away from the bar, then swayed in time to the music, 
her head against the older man's shoulder. She had been trying to think of 
something to say and was relieved when Beth suggested that they dance. Now, 
she wasn't so sure! She felt Max's strong gentle arms around her shoulders, 
and she could barely breathe as he kissed her ear, then let his lips slide 
downward until they were pressing against the sensitive flesh just below her 
ear. 

Moving his mouth upward, Max whispered, "Did you like the other night? Do 
you think I'm a good lover?" 

"I . . . yes . . . you were . . . I . . . you do something to me," she 
stammered, blushing. Her breath had become loud and labored and she could 
feel her vaginal slit tingling with unwanted excitement. 

"When can we do it .again?" he asked sensually. 

"I . . . I don't know." 

"How about tonight?" 

"No! Not with Win here!" 

"Why not? He has Beth." 

"I don't want him to know." 

"I thought he already knew." 

"No! I never told him." 

"I see," Max grinned to himself, knowing that the young Colonel and he had 
discussed it for an hour the very next day. 

"Can't we get together when he's at the base," she asked hesitantly. "That 
way, he wouldn't know about it." 

"I don't know! Secrets have a way of causing more trouble than if you told 
the truth in the first place." 

"I . . . sometimes . . . but . . . " Margie stammered, trying to stem her 
terrible discomfort. Suddenly, he swung her around and she was facing her 
husband and the older woman who were lewdly dancing together. She saw Beth 
grinding her vaginal mound against Win's obvious erection, and there was a 
look of sublime enjoyment on his face. His right hand was inside the front 
of her revealing hostess dress and his lips were clenched, his eyes closed, 
and his every movement was familiarly sexual. 

She thought that she had seen everything until Beth brazenly stopped and, 
spreading her legs wide apart, she separated the slit in her skirt, giving 
him access to her naked vagina. Then, in utter disbelief, she saw her 
husband's thick rigid penis sticking out from the opening in the front of 
his pants, and her eyes widened in shock as she saw him shove his long hard 
cock up inside the widespread dress slit. Oh God! How could he? He was 
making love to Beth right there standing up on the dance floor! Stunned by 
the lewdly pumping bodies, she slowly eased Max around until she could not 
see the obscenity on the dance floor. 

When Max was facing the dancing couple, his voice erupted in a guttural 
groan, "Shit! Did you see what I'm looking at? That's why she bought that 
dress! She wanted to make it easier to get fucked!" 

Margie ignored his lewd words, faking innocence. 

"Look at it! He's fucking my wife!" 

Margie refused to look at the lewdly dancing couple, but the General spun 
her around until she was facing them again. Win was staring over his 
shoulder with a leering grin on his face, standing sideways with Beth 
pressed tightly against his pelvis, his hands cupping her fleshy buttocks 
underneath the revealing dress. Margie tried to look away but her husband's 
words stopped her. 

"Like what you see, baby?" he asked, thrusting his painfully throbbing cock 
in and out of the older woman's heated cunt. 

"Win! How can you be so vulgar? Don't you have any class at all?" The 
distraught young blonde gasped, her eyes blinded with tears. "I want to go 
home." 

"You're not going," he snapped, his eyes suddenly wild. "You're going to 
stay right here in this room and watch me fuck Beth. Then, you're going to 
fuck the General right here. It's all been planned." 

"Max?" she asked in disbelief. 

"Don't listen to him, beautiful! He's too busy screwing to think sensibly," 
Max glared at the younger man. 

"You just try .to leave and I'll slap the shit out of you," the young 
husband rasped angrily. "Now shut your mouth and leave me alone." 

Then, Margie saw her husband unfasten the tiny straps to the older woman's 
dress and quickly slide the lacy material down over her boyish hips, 
stepping away from her and letting it drop to the white marble floor of the 
party room. Beth stood in front of him staring down at his long hard cock 
sticking out of his pants opening as if caught in a photograph. 

"Now, you, sweetie!" Beth said as she came to life and began unbuttoning his 
shirt, revealing his naked chest. 

Margie was not surprised to see that he had not worn an undershirt, but when 
the older woman removed his trousers and he was completely naked, she was 
shocked that he had not worn shorts. All the time, the rotten son of a bitch 
had prepared himself for this one moment! Now, she knew that he also was 
responsible for them all being here. He alone had planned her disgrace 
because she had enjoyed Max's love-making. She had innocently told him that 
the older man was the better lover, and now she knew that it had hurt him 
far more than he had admitted. 

He wanted her to fuck around for his benefit, but he wanted her to hate it. 
He wanted her to love him and him alone, and allow him to screw any woman he 
chose. He was a a contradiction to himself? Well, he could forget it! She 
was going to continue to enjoy Max, and she could tell him about it, too! 

She stared at the naked couple writhing together on the dance floor, and she 
moaned as her face masked with rage. She hated her husband for doing this to 
her, but she hated herself even more. Her own vagina had become hot and 
pulsing with lewd desire when she saw his hardened shaft sticking out of his 
trousers and now, she was a quivering mass of lustful flesh. She'd show the 
bastard that there was no such thing as a double standard! She'd teach him a 
thing or two! She would fuck Max until she drove him crazy! 

"You're trembling and cold!" Max said, knowing full well that she was 
excited, as well as being embarrassed by the lewdness being performed by her 
husband. "Want me to make you warm?" 

"Yes . . . make me hot . . . show my husband that we can do the same thing," 
the irate blonde snapped as she lifted her face and presented her wetly 
parted lips for his kiss. 

Max smiled in triumph as he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her 
passionately, his tongue sliding in and out between her separated teeth. He 
heard her moan with desire and he quickly slid both hands down to the waist 
of her cocktail suit, moving them beneath the elastic waistband until the 
tips of his fingers touched the top of her bikini panties. Grinning to 
himself, he realized that she was the only one here who had worn 
underclothing. She probably even had a brassiere on! Thank God she didn't 
have those fucking panty-hose on. Now, if she had worn a garter belt it 
would be different! They excited him! 

Without giving her a chance to resist, he cupped her fleshy buttocks and 
kneaded them for a second. He felt her flesh quivering beneath his palms, 
and it encouraged him to go further. Seductively then, he held her 
ass-cheeks with one hand while he moved the other around to the front, and 
slid his hand beneath her bikini panties. With his outstretched middle 
finger, he slowly inserted it into the wetly seeping slit of her pussy, 
never missing a dance step. His mouth was still glued to her frantically 
kissing lips, and he held her buttocks in a tight grasp as he slipped his 
finger into her trembling cuntal flesh. It almost drove him out of control 
as he felt the hotly throbbing flesh of her cuntal lips close down and begin 
rippling around his finger. Suddenly he groaned and he shoved his middle 
finger deep up inside the liquid heat of her tight young pussy. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . " Margie moaned deep inside her throat as she felt his 
finger slipping deep up inside her hotly flowing vagina. Uncaringly, she 
thrust her loins out to meet the invading digit. Momentarily, she was 
trapped with her uncontrollable lust, but then she realized what she was 
doing, and she pushed the General away from her shamelessly aroused body, 
her eyes wide and accusing as she gasped, "No! Don't do that!" 

"Me? You asked me to do it! I didn't force you," Max said quietly. "Come on, 
Margie. Let's have some fun. We don't want to fight about it. Look at Win 
and Beth. They don't care that we're here . . . can see them!" 

"They're disgusting! Sex is a private thing . . . for me," the young wife 
gasped as she turned and caught sight of her naked husband standing in the 
middle of the room with Beth's long slender legs wrapped around his waist, 
her arms around his neck, and her naked buttocks pumping up and down as she 
rode his long hard cock. Win was holding her around the buttocks with both 
hands, and their lips were glued together in a passionate kiss while they 
writhed together in obscene fucking movements. 

"Oh shit, I'm going to have another martini," the General snorted as he 
stepped away from her and moved to the bar. "Come on. You might as well 
drink . . . you don't want to do anything else." 

Margie's eyes were still glued to her nakedly fucking husband standing in 
the middle of the floor, and she had never seen anything so lust-provoking. 
She could actually see Beth's fur-rimmed pink vagina riding up and down on 
his glistening penis. Quickly, she turned away from the obscenity and rushed 
to the bar, her own cuntal slit becoming wet and soppy. The aroused young 
wife sat down on a stool and dropped her gaze to the martini shaker in Max's 
hands. Her entire body was trembling with a combination of embarrassment for 
her husband and her own hungry need, and Max was wrong! She did want him to 
love her! 

The older man stared down at the top of her bowed head as he handed her a 
double martini, and a slight grin cocked his mouth. The hot little bitch was 
fighting it, but she would lose! He would be the winner! And she would be 
even hotter after watching her husband shoving his prick in and out of 
Beth's voracious cunt. He could tell that she was already hot and quivery! 
He would wait! Hell, he had been patient before and it had paid off! 

"Is the drink okay?" he asked quietly as he saw her gulping the fiery 
liquid. 

"Yes . . . I needed it," she mumbled, her hand shaking as she set the glass 
down on the bar. 

"Would you look at them now! That husband of yours is fucking like a 
snorting bull. Seems to me like you'd want to get even with him. I'm not 
gonna let Beth get away with it!" Max said as he pointed at the lewdly 
embracing couple, inciting her to angry passion. 

"I . . . I don't know," Margie stammered as she turned to stare at her 
husband again. When she saw his hands moving over every part of the older 
woman's sensually bouncing ass-cheeks, she grabbed her martini glass and 
gulped every drop of it. Then, when she turned again, unable to control her 
rage, she saw her young husband reach down and spread Beth's ass-crevice, 
insert his outstretched middle finger, and shove forward. Her mouth gaped in 
utter disbelief as his entire finger disappeared up inside the older woman's 
rectum. "Oh my God! He's crazy!" 

The lovely blonde felt faint, and she clung to the bar counter to keep from 
falling off the stool. Her heart was beating so fast that she could hardly 
breathe, and she trembled with shock. Without thinking about what she was 
doing, she reached across the top of the bar and picked up the martini 
shaker and filled her glass again. As soon as she picked up the glass of ice 
cold alcohol, she brought it up to her lips and drank until the glass was 
empty. 

"Slow down, beautiful!" Max chuckled. "I don't want you to pass out." 

"I'm fine," Margie choked, and felt her head begin spinning, this time, from 
the effects of the alcohol. My God, she thought. Max is right! It's hitting 
me like a ton of bricks! I feel sick! 

"You can't drink martinis that fast! They're lethal," the General crooned as 
he swiveled the bar stool around, and put his left arm around her shoulders 
to hold her steady. 

"Whewwwwww . . . you can say that again," the young wife giggled as her eyes 
caught sight of her husband again. "Look at the dirty bastard," she slurred 
drunkenly. "If he thinks I'm going to sit here and let him make an ass of 
me, he's got another think coming . . . " 

"That's the spirit! The first time I saw Beth doing that, I got so drunk I 
couldn't do anything," he lied. "I'm glad you're not going to do that." 

"You did?" 

"Uh-huh! I was too shocked to do anything else, but I didn't have someone to 
tell me about things like that." The old man was convincing! 

"I appreciate your help, Max. You are very kind to me." Margie felt tears of 
self pity gathering in her eyes, and her head was going round and round. "I 
won't drink anymore and you can do anything you want to, now. I want you to 
love me." 

The General stared down at the young girl's trusting face and he knew he had 
won! She was all his, now! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"You won't be sorry, Sugar!" Max groaned, staring down at the lovely blonde 
seated on the bar stool beside him. 

"I . . . I . . . " 

"I'll make you feel so good that you'll know that's the right thing to do." 

"Then do it," Margie moaned, her eyes staring at her lewdly fucking husband 
and the General's wife screwing each other standing up on the dance floor. 

Max was ready for her willing cooperation, but he was not prepared for her 
next actions as she reached down and took the elastic waistband of her 
evening pajama pants in both her hands and slid them down over her curving 
buttocks, lifting up off the stool just enough to remove them from her hips. 
She let them drop to the floor beside the bar stool, and seductively rolled 
her white bikini panties down over her pouting mound of Venus. Impatiently, 
she wiggled her naked ass-cheeks until the silky fabric slithered carelessly 
to the floor on top of her rumpled evening pajama pants. 

Immediately, she spread her long slender thighs wide apart, and moaned, 
"Fuck me, Max! Fuck me right here so he can see." 

"All right! Now, you're talking," the older man chortled as he stood up and 
began removing his jumpsuit, his eyes glued to the pink succulent flesh of 
her golden-shrouded cunt. 

Margie stared up at him, her lovely features etched with hungry passion as 
he untied the belt of his white jumpsuit. He pushed it back over his 
shoulders and down his arms until he was naked to the waist. Then, her 
excited gaze fell to his bulging erection outlined in the stretch material, 
and her eyes slitted with lewd passion. 

Max was delighted with her sudden interest, and he deliberately took his 
time in sliding the tight material down over his slender hips and letting it 
fall to the floor, tangled around his feet. He stood in front of her for a 
moment, naked as a Greek god, his long hard cock throbbing against his belly 
like a second heart. He grinned as he heard a soft moan of delight escaping 
the young wife's throat, and he could hardly keep from immediately shoving 
his pulsating shaft up inside her hot little cunt. 

"Do you like my prick?" he asked, controlling his anxiousness as he reached 
down and took his long hard cock in one hand while he used the other to 
slide the foreskin back, revealing the angry red head. "He likes you." 

"I.. . Yes . . . I like you too! You made me feel so good . . . the other 
night," Margie stammered, her widespread thighs still exposing her entire 
vaginal slit, but she was incapable of covering herself. She could feel the 
trembling urgency building up inside her pulsing cuntal passage, and she 
could hardly wait for him to fill her belly with his thick virile penis. 

Quickly, Max moved up between her widespread thighs, his saliva filled mouth 
dropped to her lips, and he groaned as he sucked her probing tongue inside 
his own mouth and kissed her passionately. Then, he lifted his face and 
said, "I want to take your shirt off." 

"Yes . . . yes . . . please make me naked . . . I want you to love me . . . 
hurry," she moaned, fumbling at the tiny buttons down the front. 

Grinning at her naive vernacular, Max quickly took charge and unbuttoned the 
front of her evening shirt, sliding the silken material down her trembling 
arms and letting it fall to the floor beside her pants. With a low groan, he 
pulled her forward against his naked chest to unhook the back of her 
brassiere. She surprised him by bowing her head and sucking his tiny nipple 
into her warm moist mouth as she impatiently quivered beneath his touch. He 
let his hand slide around her naked back, teasingly brush across her naked 
breasts as he removed the lacy wisp of material, and then he pushed her back 
across the bar top until she was unbalanced and could not move. Without 
hesitation, he leaned over her nakedly trapped body and his lips moved 
downward toward the firmly ripened mounds of her proud young breasts. He 
cupped his hands beneath her fleshy buttocks, and ovaled his hungry mouth 
around her already erected nipples, moving from one to the other, sucking 
her velvety flesh with fervent lust. Encouraged by her loud passionate 
moans, he hungrily sucked her quivering mound into his mouth, kneading her 
naked ass-cheeks pressing his painfully hardened cock against her widespread 
vaginal slit. He could feel her hot little cunt vibrating against his shaft, 
and he could barely control his hot demanding lust. 

Slowly then, he began lowering himself downward, letting his tongue slide 
down over her flat little belly, leaving a wet trail of passion. 

"Ohhhhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhhh . . . " Margie moaned as she lifted her pussy 
upward, needing to be impaled on his massively hardened penis. "Ohhhhhhh! 
Don't make me wait. Please!" 

Unable to wait any longer, Max quickly slid his watering mouth down to her 
golden pubic mound, and leaned over her arched body until his face was 
poised directly over her pink cuntal slit. Then, he groaned, "Beautiful! 
Your pussy is beautiful! Oh fuck! It smells like sweet perfume!" 

"Aaagggghhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh the young wife moaned in unbearable passion as 
she felt his heated breath blowing over her flowing vagina. Impatiently, she 
placed her high heels behind the rung of the bar stool and balanced herself, 
lifting her widespread pussy upward, anxiously reaching for his lips. She 
wanted him to kiss her down there like Win had done that one time! 

"Oh shit," Max groaned, his long hard cock jerking in obscene lust. "I never 
saw such a tasty pussy before. Like ripe fruit! I gotta eat you, sugar! 
Now!" 

Reluctantly, he pulled his gaze away from the young wife's shamelessly 
exposed vagina and used both hands to slide her naked thighs around his 
neck. Her delicious vaginal slit was a contrast of enflamed pink flesh and 
golden pussy hair. Spontaneously, his tongue lurched forward, penetrating 
her tight little cuntal hole. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . noooooooo! . . . shouldn't fuck me . . 
. yes, yes . . . go on . . . fuck me . . . with your mouth . . . " Margie 
whimpered, her naked body trapped on top of the bar, her throbbing pussy 
impaled on his torturing tongue. "Aaaggghhhhhhh. Sooooo goooooddddddd!" 

General Sullivan could smell the warm tantalizing aroma of her cunt as he 
licked out with his long stiffened tongue again and again, tasting the 
forbidden honey of her pussy. His own lust was throbbing through his 
massively thickened cock, and he groaned as he plunged his probing tongue 
ever deeper inside her quivering vaginal flesh. 

The vibrating young wife gurgled with delighted pleasure, but, then, she 
gasped in stunned disbelief as he licked from her clitoris to her anus, the 
tip of his pointed tongue probing at her puckering rectal hole. Oh God! That 
was perverted! So wrong! But she loved it! It felt as if he were tracing a 
path of fire along the entire plane of her vaginal area as her aroused young 
cunt lifted upward to meet his voracious tongue. Her hotly flowing vagina 
felt as if it were growing, growing, growing until she was one big mass of 
pulsating flesh with only one purpose in life . . . orgasm! Her 
alcohol-dulled mind accepted his obscene caresses and she wanted more of his 
pleasurable tongue! Yes, she had to have more . . . until she climaxed in a 
burst of fireworks right here on the bar stool in front of her own husband 
and Max's wife. 

Max lapped at her cunt like a thirsty puppy, nibbling at her rubbery little 
clitoral nub, sucking her soft fleshy vaginal lips up inside his mouth as he 
fucked his rigid tongue deep inside her heated pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . Aaaaggghhhhhhhhh . . . more . . . yes . . . harder . . . " 
Margie gurgled as she slammed her hair-lined cuntal slit against his face, 
grinding her perfumed pussy into his devouring mouth. 

Max heard her lewd encouragement and he lifted his head and snorted, "See, I 
knew you'd love it!" 

"Oh God, yes, Max! Fuck me all night! All day! All night," she chanted as he 
felt his stiffened tongue slithering back and forth through her throbbing 
vaginal slit, spearing deep into her ultra-sensitive flesh. Quickly and 
efficiently, the older man tongue-fucked the young wife's tight little hole, 
teasing at her erected clitoris until she wailed, "Oh God! I can't stand it! 
You're driving me crazy! I can't bear it any longer! Make me cum . . . 
please make me cum!" 

She was wailing continuously now, unable to fight the jolting sensations 
that arced through her salaciously bucking body. Faint and stunned by the 
impact of his hotly teasing mouth, Margie struggled for control as she 
lifted herself up, holding the edge of the bar with both hands to balance 
herself. Then, moaning and swinging her head from side to side, she quivered 
all over in ecstatic delight as she stared down at Beth's husband slavering 
at her naked pussy. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . " she wailed, but the gurgling sound died in her throat 
as her eyes finally focused on her husband's lust-contorted face. He was 
standing beside General Sullivan, still naked, still fucking Beth Sullivan, 
as the petite brunette had her long slender legs locked around his waist, 
and his hands were beneath her nakedly pumping buttocks, holding her cunt in 
place against his thick rigid prick. The utter salaciousness of what was 
transpiring her husband staring down at his commanding officer on his hands 
and knees before her, his gray-haired head bobbing up and down between her 
lewdly spread thighs triggered her lust to an all-time high. Her body 
quivered with intensified hunger and she responded to the lewdness with 
guttural delight. 

Abruptly, her reverie was broken as Win looked into his wife's shamelessly 
slitted eyes and snarled, "Goddamnit, bitch! You really dig that, don't 
you?" 

"Yes . . . yes! Fuck you, Colonel! Yes! Goddamn you . . . yes," she groaned, 
unable to stop herself, "aaaggghhhhhh . . . yes . . . harder, Max, darling! 
Harder!" 

Max's face was etched with his own lustful need and he lowered his left hand 
down to his painfully throbbing cock and massaged it while using his long 
flicking tongue to build her up to an explosion point. Her entire vaginal 
area began shamelessly grinding against his face, and she ground her 
hair-rimmed pussy up against his wet licking tongue, knowing that she was 
close to cumming. The General sensed her sudden anxiousness, and he slowly, 
teasingly, slid his thick stiff tongue upward through her juicy cuntal slit 
until he was nibbling at her clitoris. Ignoring her naked husband and his 
own wife standing beside him, he held her wildly bouncing cunt tight against 
his mouth and used his nose to nibble at her hardened little clitoral nub. 
Then, without warning, he jerked his ravaging tongue from her heated cunt, 
and began lowering her fleshy buttocks down on his lap. 

"Ohhhhhhhh . . . don't stop . . . please don't stop," she gasped, her 
widespread vagina lurching against the tip of his long hard cock as if 
searching for his pleasure-giving tongue. 

"Goddamnit, sugar. I gotta fuck you or my cock is going to break off," the 
General rasped as he moved backward from her tightly clutching thighs and 
lifted the moaning young wife up until he was holding her beneath the arms. 
Quickly, then, he lay down, his back against the cool marble floor, his long 
hard cock sticking straight up as he pulled her down on top of him. 

"Wha . . . are you doing?" 

"Put it in, beautiful! Put it in your wet little pussy and be boss," he 
urged as he sat her down on his upstanding penis. 

"Yes . . . give it to me . . . I'm burning up . . . give me your wonderful 
penis!" 

With a loud moan of anxious passion, the lovely blonde girl quickly knelt 
over the older man's nakedly posed body and lowered her fire-filled cunt 
down on his thick swollen hardness. She felt his hotly pulsating penis 
sliding deep up inside her vibrating vaginal sheath and gurgled with insane 
delight. Oh God, it felt so good! Then, she dropped her lips to his and 
kissed him passionately, violently responding to his throbbing hardness. 

"Oh goddammit, sugar!" Max groaned in obscene pleasure. Quickly, he began 
thrusting his long hard cock up and down through her slippery cuntal flesh, 
moving it fast and deep, scraping against her cervix with his blood-swollen 
cockhead. "Oh fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!" 

"Jesus Christ!" Colonel Win Barnes exploded as he stared down at his wife, 
her fleshy breasts jiggling up and down in complete wantonness against his 
commanding officer's chest as she rode his wetly glistening cock. 

"I thought you said she was tight-assed," Beth grinned. "Looks to me like 
she's a fucking machine! Look at her go!" 

Margie ignored her husband and the older woman now, her mind completely 
absorbed with the growing bubble of ecstasy inside her tingling belly. She 
could feel Max's massive hardness fucking in and out of her pussy, 
frictioning across her sensitive clitoris on the inward stroke, and her 
runaway passion built up to an uncontrollable hunger. 

"Aaaggghhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . yes . . . so 
good . . . harder . . . more . . . more . . . " she panted as she lowered 
her breasts to his mouth and felt him suck her nipple up inside his mouth, 
nibbling at it as though it was a piece of hard candy. 

"Ummmmmmm . . . " the General moaned as he kissed the quivering mounds of 
her breasts and sucked the succulent flesh up into his watering mouth. As 
she groaned her lewd encouragement, he started caressing her naked 
ass-cheeks with both hands, causing the aroused young wife to bounce up and 
down on his rod of hardened male flesh. 

"Ohhhhhhh . . . aaahhhhhhhh . . . fuck me! Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . " she 
wailed, all thought of her husband and this man's wife erased from her mind, 
even though they stood fucking in an upright standing position less than 
three feet away. 

But her husband had not forgotten about her. His throbbing cock stroked back 
and forth, in and out of the General's wife's widely gaping pussy as his 
hands clutched her naked hips while he balanced her over his thrusting 
hardness. His legs were trembling with uncontrollable weariness, and his 
arms were aching with the burden of holding the older woman over his 
pulsating penis. His sperm-filled balls ached with an anxious excitement, 
and he wanted to cum . . . wanted to fill the black-haired woman's cunt with 
his virile young semen, but he could not do that! Not yet, anyway! He had to 
prove to his bitch of a wife that he could satisfy Beth and still have his 
erection left for her! Yes, Goddamnit! He would prove to her that General 
Sullivan was not a better man than he was! 

Suddenly, his eyes slitted in thought as he saw Margie's gaping ass-crevice 
with her tiny brown anal opening puckering like a fish's mouth. Abruptly, he 
knew what he was going to do! He would give the filthy bitch something she 
would remember the rest of her fucking life. 

He was going to fuck her in the asshole! By God, he would teach her to put 
him down! Make him feel inferior, would she? With that purpose in mind, Win 
began fucking the older woman with jack-hammering strokes. He had to put his 
mind on other things and make her cum . . . and do it soon, or he would be 
the one who orgasmed! His sperm-bloated balls throbbed with the heavy load, 
and a cold sweat popped out on his forehead as he tried to control his 
powerful lust. 

Abruptly his need for revenge made him lose interest in the General's wife. 
He began fucking automatically, slamming into her with the force of a 
ramrod. And, best of all, he knew how to make Beth cum right away. She 
really dug ass fucking, even with a finger! A finger shoved up her ass 
always brought her to climax immediately! Quickly then, he extended the 
middle finger of his right hand and positioned it at her tightly puckering 
rectum. With one savage thrust, he buried his outstretched finger deep up 
inside her hot spongy anal depths. 

"Aaaggghhhhh! Owwwwwwoooooooo! Goddamnit, you son of a bitch! That hurt," 
Beth wailed. Almost immediately, however, her eyes glazed over and she began 
to buck convulsively, grinding her dark-haired cunt against his thick 
impaling cock while she wiggled her anal passage down hard against his 
penetrating finger. "Aaaggghhhhhhh! Oh shit, fuck me hard! I'm cumming! You 
bastard . . . I'm cumming!" 

A grin of triumph split the younger man's face and he chortled, "You know 
how you love it! You like to be hurt!" 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh," Beth moaned as she spasmed against his weakly 
standing body, almost unbalancing him as her anal muscles clutched at his 
finger with her convulsing rectum. He was right! She did love it! She had 
always suspected that she had a clitoris in her anus! "Ohhhhhhh . . . you're 
wonderful, Sweetie! Just wonderful!" 

On the floor beside them, Margie heard Beth's loud wails of satisfaction, 
and she turned to stare at the lurching woman. Her husband seemed to stumble 
back against the bar and stand still while the General's wife pumped her 
vagina up and down on his thick upstanding shaft. She could see his teeth 
clenched together and his eyes closed as if fighting his own orgasm while 
Beth wailed out her climax. But, the young wife's interest in her husband 
vanished immediately as she felt her own passion trembling through her 
nakedly kneeling body. 

"Ohhhh yessssss! Max!" Margie began wailing. "Fuck me with your man-sized 
cock! Give me your long hard penis! Fuck me!" She wanted nothing more than 
to be fucked to death by the older man's pleasure-giving shaft! God, how she 
loved it! She had missed so much by being a chaste woman, and now she could 
not get enough of it. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh! Your pussy is biting the head off my cock," Max snorted as 
he bent his knees, and lifted his nakedly thrusting buttocks up off the 
marble floor, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet and ground his 
pulsating penis deep inside her gyrating little cunt, slamming into her 
cervix again and again, trying to rip through her uterus into her belly, 
slashing through her pulsing vagina like a knife through butter as she 
wailed out her pleasure beneath him! 

Margie felt so good that she wanted the fucking to go on and on forever. Her 
cuntal muscles lovingly locked in around and caressed his cockhead, feeling 
his thickness, nibbling at it on each inward stroke, and she rode his virile 
shaft like a bucking horse. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhhh! Hold it, sugar! You're going to make me cum! You're so 
tight! So hot! Give me a chance," the older man groaned. His eyes closed, 
his eyelids fluttered with deep emotion, and he held his throbbing cock 
motionless, deep inside her hot little pussy as he fought for control. 

"Don't stop! Fuck harder!" the young blonde wailed, the potent alcohol 
destroying all sensible thought. She refused to hold still, squirming in 
wanton eagerness against his powerful loins, trying to break his hold on her 
kneeling thighs. 

"Oh shit, your goddamned cunt . . . the fucking best . . . yes . . . too 
good . . . " the gray-haired General rasped as he felt her tightly clutching 
cuntal walls nibbling at his cock when he slammed upward. Jesus! He was 
being devoured by her hungrily grinding pussy. 

Margie's naked young body was completely out of control with a mindless 
passion, and it was building up to an even higher degree as she thrust her 
vaginal slit down hard against the older man's violently thrusting cock. She 
undulated her nakedly kneeling hips in a rhythm that matched that of the 
knowledgeable army officer, and rocked back and forth, scraping her clitoral 
nub against his thick rigid shaft. 

"Just the right position for a whore," she vaguely heard the voice of her 
husband, and turned to ask what he was talking about. But the look on his 
lust-contorted face stilled her voice! Win was standing behind her upraised 
buttocks, holding his moistly gleaming penis in his hand like a cudgel. 

"What're you going to do?" the General's wife sighed, her naked body lewdly 
draped over the edge of the bar, a curious expression on her face. "Why 
didn't you cum?" 

"I need it for my wife! she's acting like a bitch-dog in heat. I thought I'd 
treat her like one," the young husband snarled as he dropped down on his 
knees behind Margie's nakedly pumping buttocks. 

"Go away! Don't touch me," Margie whined as she struck out at her angry 
husband, then added, "I'm about to cum . . . leave me alone . . . go away!" 

"The hell I will! Max is fucking your cunt . . . he doesn't need your 
asshole. Do you, General?" 

"Shit, no! Use any hole you can find empty," Max chortled obscenely. "Might 
be fun at that . . . I like sandwiches." 

"Yeah! Fuck her ass, Colonel. . . teach her a good lesson," Beth brightened, 
sitting up straight on the stool, her strength slowly returning. 

"Please, Win! No! Don't do that! You'll hurt me," Margie moaned, her 
throbbing vagina still wantonly thrusting up and down over Max's thick 
pulsating penis. Her hungry need had not lessened, but her alcohol-dimmed 
mind was still alert enough to know that her virginal rectum was too small 
for her husband's massive cock. 

"Fuck you! The way you're bouncing your ass around, there's enough for 
everyone . . . including Beth!" the young husband chuckled, rubbing his 
painfully throbbing penis. 

"Hold it a second until I get ready for you," Max said as he reached down 
and pulled the young blonde's thighs wider apart. Then he used both arms to 
hold her around the small of back, holding her completely motionless. 

"No . . . don't, Max . . . don't do that. . . let me up," she pleaded. She 
saw Beth, her feet wide-apart and exposing her cum-oozing vagina, standing 
beside the General's head, staring down at them with a lewd, expectant 
expression. She turned her pleading eyes up toward the older woman and said, 
"Beth . . . make them stop! I'm sorry if I made you feel badly! Please help 
me!" 

"Why? I like to see a woman get fucked in the ass! It really turns me on," 
the older woman said lewdly, her hand caressing her own dripping cuntal 
slit. 

The young husband stared down at his wife's naked body glued to the 
General's muscular form, her curvaceous ass-cheeks waving helplessly in the 
air. If anyone was ever ripe for a sodomizing, she was. Quickly, he reached 
out and used his thumbs to peel apart her cowering ass-cheeks and expose her 
tightly puckering anal opening. He could also see her wide-stretched vagina 
circled around his commanding officer's glistening cock as it fucked in and 
out of her pink flesh. Momentarily, he watched in obscene fascination as her 
hair-lined pussy moved up and down like a well Oiled sheath on the thick, 
blue-veined penis. Then, unable to control his emotions any longer, he 
reached down and took his own pulsating hardness in his hand and aimed the 
bulbous head at her tiny little rectum. 

"Oh God! Leave me alone, darling! Don't do this to me," Margie moaned with 
anxious fear, swinging her head from side to side. 

"Goddamnit, Colonel, your wife has the hottest little pussy I ever felt! 
It's pinching off my cockhead! She must have ball-jointed action inside her 
belly." Max snorted as he felt his own lust building to an all time high. 
The mere thought of the younger man fucking her anus while he fucked her 
cunt was too exciting for words! 

"Hold her while I get going," Win groaned as he rubbed the swollen tip of 
his penis back and forth across her defenselessly puckering rectum. 

"Don't worry! I've got her right where we want her," Max chortled as he 
tightened his arms around Margie's naked back, squashing her melon-like 
breasts between their still thrusting bodies. 

Margie swung her head around and looked at her merciless husband kneeling 
behind her upraised buttocks. His lust-etched face was frightening! His eyes 
were slitted and his mouth was hanging lax as he stared down at her 
backside. She felt him grab her naked buttocks in a sadistic grip that 
forced all thought of passion from her brain, and then he brutally widened 
her anal crevices, splitting her sensitive flesh while his cockhead beat 
against her nakedly trembling bottom. 

"Darling . . . please don't do that. . . I'll let you fuck me when Max 
finishes . . . please . . . it'll be nicer that way," she pleaded. 

"Fuck you? Your goddamned right! I'll fuck your asshole and then your cunt . 
. . and maybe your mouth in between!" The angry young army officer growled,, 
"Now that I think about it, you've never sucked my cock, you tight-assed 
bitch!" 

"That's a joke," Beth suddenly mumbled. 

"Yeah! It is that! At least, now!" Win chortled as he lowered his mouth and 
spit a gob of saliva down on her brown-starred little anal ring. 

"No . . . please . . . Winnnnnnn . . . " Margie wailed as her husband used 
his outstretched finger to spread the slippery saliva over his ass-crevice. 
"That'll hurt! You're too big!" 

"Hold still and let me stretch it. Then, it won't hurt." 

"It will! I know it will," she pleaded, writhing against the older man's 
restricting hold. 

"It may be uncomfortable, honey, but it won't kill you," Beth grinned down 
at the struggling blonde. "I know! I like anal intercourse." She rolled her 
eyes obscenely "How I love it!" 

"I won't! Let me go," Margie moaned, knowing that she was helpless. Her 
husband had gone mad and wanted to torture her! 

"If you're gonna fuck her in the ass, then get started, for Christ's sake," 
Max snorted. "Her goddamn cunt is pinching the head off my prick." 

"Okay, you bastard!" The young Colonel snarled as he sadistically pushed his 
outstretched middle finger against her tightly puckering rectum, trying to 
penetrate her virginal hole. 

"Please . . . nooooooo . . . ohhhhh . . . " Margie gasped as she tried to 
jerk away from the probing finger, and tightening her sphincter muscle at 
the same time. 

"Hold her, goddammit!" Win snorted. 

"All right! Stop your piddling around and shove your finger up in her 
asshole!" 

"It's awful small," Win groaned as he made a fist of his hand with the 
middle finger sticking straight out, stiff and pointed. Then, leering down 
at his wife's nakedly trembling buttocks, he ran his finger through the 
slippery cuntal moisture that had gathered around her widely stretched 
pussy. Then, he momentarily caressed her moistened vaginal lips, toying with 
her clitoral nub, and was rewarded with her urgent moans as her naked vagina 
bounced with obscene desire. 

"Oh yes! Do that.. . play with my cunt. . . it feels good." 

Margie moaned, trying to turn around so that she could watch her husband, 
but she could only turn her head a little bit, restricted by the General's 
tightly gripping arms. The shock of the possibility of being sodomized 
suddenly lessened as a wave of masochistic desire flowed through her captive 
body. Strangely enough, she felt an alien pleasure inside her puckering 
rectum that confused her sensible brain. Suddenly, she wanted him to shove 
his long hard cock up inside her forbidden bowels and a strange urge to be 
hurt trembled though her humbly kneeling body. 

But still, she cringed away from Win's outstretched probing finger as he 
returned it to her virginal anal hole. A sudden flexing of the older man's 
long hard cock thrust deep inside her vaginal sheath caused her to moan with 
the pleasurable sensations spreading outward from her impaled cunt. Then 
feel tingled through her pulsing cunt as the General began a steady rhythm 
from below, fucking in and out of her excited belly. Momentarily, the 
rapture blotted out all thought of being hurt as Win began stabbing at her 
anus with his outstretched finger. The desire to satisfy the unholy craving 
inside her throbbing vagina became the only important thought in her mind. 

"Will you look at that little bitch fuck," Beth gasped in awe, still 
standing naked beside her husband's head, her feet planted wide apart with 
her gaping vagina posed above the young blonde's head. 

Margie stared up at the older woman, and she gasped with lewd shock as she 
saw Beth's outstretched fingers rapidly sliding through her widespread 
cuntal slit. But more than anything else, she was more surprised at her own 
emotions. It was exciting to see a woman's vagina up this close. Pink, 
puffy, shining with its internal secretions, surrounded by a thick profusion 
of black pussy hair. The salacious image of the older woman standing with 
widespread legs only heightened her own lust and, unthinking, she shoved her 
naked ass-cheeks back against her husband's stiffened finger. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . nooooooo . . . " she moaned, suddenly brought back to reality 
. . . painful reality of his finger digging into her rectal flesh. 

"Goddamnit," Max snorted as he felt her hotly clutching pussy spasm against 
his pulsating penis. His lust grew even hotter from the rippling tightness 
inside her vaginal sheath. "Hurry up!" 

Win pressed his finger forward against her tiny hole and felt the 
unrelenting pressure of her sphincter muscle tighten in protest against the 
sodomizing impalement. Sadistically then, he shoved downward with his 
outstretched finger, and felt the tightly resisting ring give way as the tip 
of his middle finger penetrated her anal opening up to the first knuckle. 
Slowly he wormed his digit into her hot forbidden flesh and felt the rubbery 
lining ripple in pain around the invasion. The naked young wife howled with 
sudden discomfort and tightened her anal muscles in a futile attempt to 
force his invading finger from her tortured bowels. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . oh no . . . take it out," she moaned, but her struggles 
only forced it deeper up inside her rectal passage. 

"Hold still.. . goddammit, hold still," Win snorted, sadistically slamming 
his palm forward, burying his outstretched finger to the hilt up inside her 
heated hole. 

"Ohhhhh . . . that hurts . . . Please, darling . . . don't . . . it hurts," 
Margie pleaded, her tightly defending anus impaled on her husband's finger. 
She clenched and unclenched her buttocks muscles, trying to expel it, but 
all she id was press downward against Max's long hard cock, exciting her 
erected clitoris even more. She felt the rigid shaft wedged against her hard 
little nub and shivered with the intensity of the obscene lust emanating 
from her nerve endings down there between her kneeling thighs. 

Then, as her tightly quivering rectum adjusted to her husband's outstretched 
finger, she felt a new height of ecstatic pleasure flowing from her 
cock-filled cunt as Win's rigid finger fucked in and out of her anal passage 
with only a thin membrane separating the two. 

The older man was gazing up at the young Colonel's lustful face and he 
grinned companionably. Then, he stared down at the sodomizing finger as it 
fucked in and out of the kneeling girl's rectum; Win's palm was slapping 
against her cringing ass-cheeks on each inward stroke. The salacious 
spectacle of the curvaceous blonde sandwiched between the two men, bouncing 
around like a trapped fly, was lust provoking, and it caused his throbbing 
cock to lurch erratically as he stroked in and out of her hotly moistened 
pussy. 

Margie looked down into the General's sex-glazed eyes and she groaned as her 
husband scoured her virginal rectum using first one finger, and then 
inserting a second digit, then a third, stretching and widening her tightly 
resisting anal passage as he readied it for his sadistic penis. The horrible 
discomfort had disappeared and the only sensation she felt now was a 
fullness that seemed to bulge inside her, giving her the feeling that she 
was being given an enema. Masochistically and with a cry of urgent need, she 
shoved backward against his thrusting fingers, stretching her tiny orifice 
even wider. 

Then, unable to wait any longer, Win jerked his fingers from his wife's 
rectum with a lewd slurping sound and edged up between her wildly split 
thighs. He grinned vacantly as he guided the bulbous head of his pulsating 
penis toward her wildly puckering anus and rammed his hips forward. His eyes 
glazed with salacious excitement when his swollen cockhead touched the tight 
little hole and the fearfully quivering anal ring stretched . . . stretched 
. . . and popped open to allow the thickened tip of his cock to slide just 
inside the spongy entrance of her bowels. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . oh no . . . Darling . . . please don't . . . it's 
killing me . . . pleaseeeeeee . . . " Margie wailed in agony as his rigid 
cock speared through her virginal flesh and inched its agonizing way up 
inside her cringing rectum from behind. Torturously and without pity, the 
young husband thrust, inch by inch, up through the dark forbidden depths of 
her bowels. "Max . . . Beth . . . help me. Make him stop! Oh God, don't let 
him hurt me any more." The last was a scream! 

But neither the General nor his black-haired wife were capable of helping 
the sandwiched girl, even if they had wanted to! They were both hypnotized 
by the salacious scene in front of their eyes. Beth could see the tightly 
quivering anal hole being stretched by Win's massively hardened rod of flesh 
as it penetrated the tiny orifice and inexorably disappeared inside her 
rectal opening, and Max was fighting to control his painful lust as her 
vaginal muscles gripped his cock. 

The young husband's lust-twisted face had a strange expression of sadistic 
pleasure as his moaning wife jerked beneath his onslaught. Still, he 
strained and slowly forced his painfully wedged penis deep inside her warm 
rubbery sheath all the way to the hilt, stretching her sphincter muscle 
until it seemed that she would split wide open. Her frantic protests only 
made it more difficult and painful for her with each painful defensive 
movement, her husband's long thick cock skewered deeper up inside her 
ravished belly. 

"Aaagggghhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . stoppppppp! Don't kill me . . . let 
me go . . . oh my God, I'm dying!" Margie's piteous cries were ignored by 
her cruel husband and his sadistic sodomizing thrusts increased in answer to 
her anxious writhing. She felt her tightly resisting rectal muscles give up 
the fight and release their grip completely, unable to stop the monstrous 
penetration. When she could feel his testicles pressing against her naked 
ass-cheeks, she knew that her final subjugation had been completed. 

"Ohhhhhhhh God! I can't stand it . . . it hurts too much . . . " she 
groaned, wishing that she could pass out and rid her backside of the 
agonizing pain! 

"Jesus Christ! It's so tight that I can't move," Win groaned, his eyes 
rolling back in his head. "You should see it! It's digesting my cock!" 

"You should feel her cunt! Her goddamned muscles are so tight that it feels 
like a vise is in there screwing tighter and tighter." The gray-haired 
General snorted, panting to control his powerful lust. 

Margie lay face down against Max's chest, sandwiched between him and her 
husband behind her, faint with the cruel pain and humiliation, and powerless 
to do anything about it. She had trapped Max's pulsating penis deep up 
inside her cuntal cavity, and her husband was pinning her against the 
General with his skewering cock. She had never felt so dirty . . . so 
perverted in her whole life, and yet, somewhere deep inside her masochistic 
mind, she could sense some alien change beginning to take place inside her 
violated body. A wild, tortured excitement that began trembling through her 
nakedly trapped loins with waves of pain-pleasure jolting through her 
wantonly kneeling body. 

Now, the General and the Colonel, gazed over the top of the young blonde's 
body, grinning in lewd satisfaction. Gradually, as they grew accustomed to 
each other's rhythm, both 

Army officers began thrusting with long hard strokes into her defenseless 
rectum and her wildly convulsing vagina as she wailed in protest to the 
painful double-fucking. 

As they slammed into her nakedly quivering body, converging on her twin 
orifices at the same time, buffeting her with sadistic excitement, their 
wetly glistening cocks sawing against each other with only a thin membrane 
separating her tingling pussy from her tortured anus. 

"Oh fuck, Colonel," Max groaned, his lust burning to a fever pitch that 
threatened to explode his penis like a dynamite bomb. "My balls are killing 
me!" 

"I know . . . so are mine," Win gasped, sadistically ramming his pulsating 
hardness in and out of his wife's forever stretched rectum. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . " Margie panted as the 
desperate fucking of her vagina and rectal orifice continued. The physical 
hurt had gone now that her natural secretions from the dark interior of her 
bowels began flowing, easing the tightness of her virginal anus, but the 
mental hurt was the hardest to accept! 

Gradually, the submissively kneeling blonde sensed the strange sexual 
stimulation increasing and spreading outward from her impaled loins. 
Instinctively, she recognized the stimulation for what it was and was 
shocked at her excitement. She was being subjugated, sodomized by her 
husband like a common whore while his commanding officer fucked her burning 
cunt, and she was actually moaning as the delightful sensations began 
pulsing through her captive body, blotting out all sensible thoughts. 

But even worse was the fact that she had begun moving in, time with the two 
men, punching out her impaled rectum, reaching for her husband's thickened 
shaft as she undulated her hips to increase the pressure. As the erotic 
pleasure washed over her responding body, Margie knew that she had lost the 
battle, but now she wanted nothing more than to be fucked by her husband's 
sodomizing penis, wanted to be brought to climax this way. She knew Max's 
long hard cock frictioning back and forth across her sensitive clitoral nub, 
slamming in and out of her vaginal sheath, would cause her to cum this way. 

"Goddamnit, Max! Look at her ass wiggle! Look," the young husband gloated as 
he stared down at his wife's salaciously jerking anus nibbling at his 
painfully throbbing cock. 

"I am . . . but you should feel her pussy! It's got teeth! Its biting the 
head off my prick," the older man snorted, his hips lifting upward to fuck 
his thickened shaft in and out of her tightly sucking cunt. 

"Yes. . . yes . . . look . . . look at it, you bastards!" Margie wailed as 
she lifted up and stared around at her husband. She could see her naked 
bottom squirming in complete abandonment as she struggled to bury his rod of 
vibrating flesh up inside her hungering belly. Win's long hard shaft 
disappeared up between her fleshy ass-cheeks, and then appeared, again and 
again, as he withdrew from her heated depths. The obscene sodomy was so 
lust-provoking that she shivered with renewed passion and wiggled her naked 
buttocks back against his hairy belly. "Oh yes . . . look at it.. . fuck me 
. . . shove it in my asshole . . . fuck my cunt . . . split me wide open!" 

"My God! I don't believe it," Beth gasped, her mouth wide and panting as she 
squatted down in front of the young wife's face. "You're really something, 
honey! Really hell fire! You do love it. You do!" 

Margie turned and saw the older woman's gaping pussy and tried to control 
the unbelievable excitement that flooded her loins, but she was caught up in 
an obscene storm of newly discovered passion while the two pistoning shafts 
slammed in and out of her cunt and rectum at the same time. She was trapped 
between the two male bodies and she was wild! She loved it.. . wanted them 
to fuck her now . . . . . wanted them to cum at the same time . . . flood 
her once shameless body with their virile semen . . . give her more of their 
perverted love-making . . . teach her to be as immoral as they were! Yes, 
even teach her to like lesbian love if it felt anything like this! 

She screamed out encouragement to her perspiring young husband and the older 
man, staring with lust-slitted eyes at Beth squatting in front of her who 
was rubbing her widely gaping pussy with her own hands. God! It was so 
salacious that she felt like she was in another world . . . watching other 
people performing! 

With a hungry moan, Margie dropped her mouth down to the General's lips, and 
kissed him with deep passion, her tongue licking in and out of his mouth, 
probing at his tongue with anxious swipes. 

"Goddamnit, don't give her anything," Beth panted as she reached out with 
both hands and lifted the young blonde's head up until she was facing her. 
"I need something!" 

Shivering with uncontrollable lust, the older woman crawled up to her 
husband's head and immediately straddled his face, poising her hotly flowing 
vagina over his saliva moistened lips. Then she sat down on his mouth and 
began rotating her naked hips with a runaway hunger that almost suffocated 
him as he began fucking his tongue in and out of her dripping hole. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . lick my cunt . . . eat my pussy . . . " Beth moaned in 
gurgling delight as she bounced up and down on Max's long stiffened tongue, 
her right hand still rubbing her enormous clitoris. "Aaaggghhhhhh . . . yes 
. . . yes . . . that's it . . . I love it . . . " 

Margie balanced herself on her hands and stared down at the obscene vision 
of the older woman's widespread pussy only inches in front of her face. She 
could see the General's pink wet tongue flickering in and out of his wife's 
vaginal hole, and she gurgled with lewd enjoyment at the lascivious sight. 

Suddenly without giving her a chance to protest, Beth leaned over and kissed 
the young girl on the lips and stroked her golden hair. The older woman 
really wanted to punish the lovely blonde for rejecting her, but at the same 
time, she wanted to love her. Then, with a low groan of animal-like hunger, 
she forced her probing tongue deep inside the young wife's throat and sucked 
her wedge of oral flesh inside her own mouth, her lips pressed tightly 
against Margie's wetly parted lips. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . uhhhhhhhhhh . . . " Win snorted as he felt his wife's 
tight rectal muscles tighten around the head of his painfully throbbing 
cock. "Fuck, damn you! Fuck! I'm about to cum." 

And then, the lovely blonde felt the tingling sensations quicken deep in the 
hidden recesses of her vaginal and anal passages, and the tearing, 
nerve-shorting ecstasy exploded within her as their naked bodies writhed 
together. Oh God! She had never felt anything so soft as Beth's mouth! As 
she tasted the sweetness of the older woman's lips, her hand lowered to 
Beth's swaying breasts and she gasped with a strange excitement. 

"Shit, Beth," Win snarled. "Leave her alone, you fucking lessie! Let her 
fuck!" 

The kneeling blonde gurgled incoherently as she balanced herself between the 
black-haired woman and the two men. She had never felt such pleasure in her 
whole life! Her buttocks were jerking spasmodically against her husband's 
long hard cock sodomizing her from behind while the General's thick impaling 
penis skewered her vagina from below. Margie was headed for the end . . . 
and explosion that would only be the beginning for her. 

"Goddamnit, I can't stand it much longer," Max snorted as he lifted his 
wife's naked bottom up from his mouth. Then, as he fucked in and out of 
Margie's tight cunt, his pulsating shaft hard and demanding, his cum-swollen 
balls throbbing with aching discomfort, he licked his tongue back and forth 
through Beth's widespread cunt in rhythm to his thrusting penis. He nibbled 
at her extended clitoris causing her to gurgle with frantic delight. He had 
to cum soon, and he was not waiting for anyone else! 

"Yes . . . yes . . . " the blonde wife moaned continuously now, lost in an 
exploding rapture as she reveled in her husband's rhythmic strokes, back and 
forth, deep inside her forever stretched anus while Max sawed in and out of 
her vibrating pussy. She could hear the quartet of loud gasping pleasure as 
Max increased his steady thrusts, speeding up in wanton anxiousness with 
Beth's vagina still glued to his mouth. 

Suddenly, she knew that the no longer innocent young wife had reached the 
peak of unbearable passion, and she jerked away from the older woman, her 
head flailing from side to side as she wailed, "Oh shit . . . Help me! 
Aaaggghhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh . . . Aaaeeeiiiiiiiiiii. . . . I'm cumming! I am . . 
. Aaaggghhhhhh! I'm cummmmiinnnnnngggggggg!" 

"Oh fuck," Win grunted as if he were in pain, her tightly spasming rectal 
muscles choking his throbbing cock. 

Frantically, Margie jerked between the thrusting male shafts as her tightly 
spasming vagina opened up around the older man's pulsating penis pounding 
into her from below. Warm spurts of her vaginal secretions oozed out around 
his pistoning shaft as his thick heavy cock thrust faster, digging deeper up 
into her convulsing belly. In spite of her pleasure, she tightened her 
cuntal lips around his burgeoning cockhead, knowing it was bringing him more 
joy. 

"Oh shit! You're squeezing my prick right off at my goddamned balls! 
Aaarrgggghhhhhhh . . . you want it. . . you got it! Oh fuck . . . fuck . . . 
fuck!" General Sullivan choked as spasms of her orgasming cunt clutched his 
wildly ejaculating cock, blinding him with unbearable ecstasy, and he could 
hold it no longer. The tremendous pressure of his spewing cum exploded high 
up inside her womb and flooded back out of her convulsing cavity. His mouth 
closed over his wife's heatedly moistened pussy flesh again as she ground 
her cunt down against his lips. 

Margie's breath came in short desperate gulps as she felt the hotly flowing 
semen spraying against her cervix, and she was able to tighten her anal 
muscles around her husband's long hard cock and held it as she felt the 
second climax hit her wildly vibrating vagina. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . oh shit . . . " Win stammered as his wife's tightly 
grasping sphincter muscle inside her ravaged rectum convulsed around his 
pumping cock. "I'm going to cum . . . cum . . . do you hear me . . . I'm 
gonna cum!" 

. He snarled like a wild animal and bared his teeth as his contorting body 
bent double in a spasming position. He held his convulsing shaft deep inside 
her warm dark bowels, and his sperm erupted from his spasming cockhead. He 
filled her stretched anal passage to overflowing with his thick white cum, 
and it seeped out around his rigid shaft, spurting from her nibbling anal 
cavity. His eyes were glued to the lewdness as his weakened body trembled 
with the force of his orgasm. 

Sitting on her husband's stilled tongue, the older woman wailed out her 
unsatisfied hunger, "Shit, you prick, you aren't helping me! You're only 
thinking about yourself!" 

"Fuck off . . . " the General sighed, his muscular body stilled from the 
unbelievable climax that had rippled through the full length of his long 
thick cock. 

"Help me, honey!" Beth pleaded as she lifted her throbbing vagina up to the 
young girl's mouth. "Show me that you love me, too!" 

Margie stared at the older woman's obscenely offered pussy, and willingly 
bent forward to place her lips on the hair-lined flesh. 

"Aaaggghhhhh . . . yes . . . keep your mouth on my cunt," Beth gasped as she 
tangled her fingers in Margie's long blonde hair and held the young girl's 
face against her hotly flowing cunt. "Use your tongue.. . lick it! Stick it 
inside my pussy!" 

Almost immediately, the young wife felt another climax hit her almost 
unconscious body as she lurched and tossed between the two men with Beth's 
honey-filled pussy grinding against her tongue. Without warning, she felt 
her husband's softened penis pulling from her forever-stretched rectum, and 
she mumbled against Beth's heated cuntal flesh, unable and unwilling to 
escape the older woman's hands. 

Max's twitching cock was still buried up inside her tightly gripping vaginal 
muscles while he groaned, his face contorting with extreme excitement as he 
saw the young girl's face bury itself in his wife's pussy slit. Seconds 
later, his flaccid penis began erecting again, and he stared up at his 
wife's naked buttocks quivering before his widened eyes. 

"Oh shit, you fucking bitch," the General snorted as he lifted his right 
hand and aimed his outstretched finger at his wife's exposed anal opening. 
"Someone ought to fuck your ass right now! You are a lezzie bitch!" 

"Owwwww . . . " Beth groaned as she felt her husband's outstretched middle 
finger spearing into her tightly defending rectal muscle. "That hurts!" 

"Get your ass out of here! Margie and I are gonna fuck some more! We don't 
want any help from anyone!" Max snarled, sadistically shoving his 
outstretched finger in and out of his wife's puckering rectum. 

"Aaarrrgggghhhhhhhh! Oh shit! Damn you! I'm cumming!" the older woman 
gasped. 

Margie was barely aware of Beth as she collapsed on the floor beside them. 
The lovely young blonde was in suspended animation. Subconsciously, she knew 
that it was all wrong, but at the moment, she did not want to think about 
it. There was no time for rationalization as she began riding the General's 
upstanding penis again. Would she ever get enough sex? Oh God! It was so 
good! 

Barely conscious, the young wife bounced up and down on Max's thick 
thrusting cock, her mind a veritable blur of salacious passion. 

The gray-haired man and the young blonde held each other's nakedly pumping 
body, moving together in animal-like passion until they both exploded in yet 
another climax. They were both oblivious to the naked man and woman sitting 
at the bar quietly drinking Scotch while staring almost fearfully at their 
salaciously fucking mates. 

Much later, Margie stirred and realized that she was still lying on top of 
the General's collapsed body. Suddenly, she felt as if she had been reborn, 
and yet, almost immediately she felt a deep regret at her lack of shame. No 
longer was she a virtuous wife, but she had only her husband to blame for 
that. At the same time, however, she did have Win to thank for her 
transformation! 


THE END
