Backseat Bargain Girl
by Rhonda Mills


FOREWORD 

With the passing of each day, more and more women are taking their place in 
the so-called man's world, proving they are as good as, if not better than, 
the men they are replacing. Even young girls who are sexually repressed find 
an outlet for their feelings in the business world, often substituting their 
work for relaxation. 

Such a girl is Jo Palmer, already in her twenties, still a virgin, unable to 
accept the physically rough idea of a sexual confrontation with men. An 
idealist where love is concerned, she is determined to give her body solely 
to the man she believes she will eventually fall in love with. And while 
other woman around her are placid and relaxed as a result of being loved by 
men, Jo becomes a driving, working woman who feels no love ... only the need 
to continually succeed at her work. 

When she finally does lose her virginity, it is not willingly. Not even the 
threat of losing her job will make her surrender her body, but when she is 
attacked by her superiors, one at a time, she will not allow their 
viciousness to deter her driving ambition to succeed. Where a lesser female 
might quit to avoid repetitions of such occurrences, Jo refuses to let her 
body get in the way of her ambition, though at no time does she willingly 
accept what her male superiors and colleagues do to her. 

And when she finally does succeed, and she no longer must surrender herself 
to men, she first comes to understand just how much her body needs 
attention. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Her name was Jo. Not Josephine, not Joanne, simply Jo. For some reason her 
mother hadn't felt the need to extend the simple two-letter name, Jo. 

She was five feet, seven inches tall, a long, lithe, slender willowy reed of 
a girl, if a twenty-two year old was still a girl. Were it not for her huge 
breasts, she might easily have had a boyish figure, because her hips weren't 
too round. She had very long legs, and though they were well-shaped, she 
kept them hidden beneath either maxi-skirts or slacks. 

Jo had clear, limpid brown eyes, a short, straight nose, and a pretty, 
cupid's bow mouth set in a heart-shaped face. Her very long, straight brown 
hair came down to her waist. Each night, she lavished a lot of time on her 
crowning glory, stroking it two hundred times with a brush, one hundred with 
each hand. Brushing her hair gave her a strange inner thrill, and it was the 
only physical thrill she had enjoyed, to date. Her upbringing had been very 
strict, and she had been taught to respect her body by neither touching it, 
nor letting anyone else touch it. After all, if she didn't respect herself, 
no one else would respect her. Not that Jo was either ignorant or stupid. 
She had been a biology major in college and knew all about the human body 
and methods of reproduction. What she didn't understand was, why human 
beings copulated when they had no desire to reproduce. Aside from being 
immoral and against the laws of God as she understood them, what fun was one 
able to derive from touching the genitalia of a member of the opposite sex? 
The crotch was not always the cleanest place, and Jo, herself, always was 
fastidious about her own body, showering every morning and night, taking 
special care to keep her vagina from emitting any kind of odor. 

When she was graduated from college, Jo decided she was not going to be a 
secretary or take some demeaning job held by other females. On the contrary, 
she intended breaching the man's world, showing she was better than any man 
at a chosen profession. 

What she finally did choose was not classified as a profession, but Jo found 
it exciting. Ever since she had been a little girl, she, like so many boys 
around her, had enjoyed a silent love affair with the automobile. And now 
she wanted to sell automobiles so she'd always be near them. 

Jo lived in the Incorporated Village of Long Neck, a small village not too 
far from a thriving metropolitan area. The village had four auto 
dealerships, and Jo decided she wasn't going to wait for a vacancy in one of 
them. On the contrary, she felt the Long Neck Chevrolet agency had the 
greatest variety of automobiles, and so she decided that was where she would 
sell cars. 

So, on a bright, warm day in June, she walked into the agency and asked to 
see the manager. The showroom was not only large, but high, with windows on 
three sides. It was built at the bottom of a hill, and people walking up the 
hill on the north side of the showroom would always look down inside at the 
various cars on the showroom floor. The walls of the showroom were almost 
circular, and eight desks sat in a pattern around the walls, though the 
desks against the north wall were under the high-rising windows since the 
shape of the showroom had to conform to the hill on which it was built. The 
huge indoor garage where the new cars were stored was at the top of the 
hill, two flights up, and there was no elevator in the place. To get up to 
the garage, one had to use the stairs, and Jo noticed salesmen were up and 
down the stairs constantly. 

While waiting to see the manager, Jo spoke with one of the other salesmen 
and learned the agency was owned by a recluse who all but lived in the plush 
office at the rear. One had to work there for nearly a year before the man 
would deign to speak to him. The only person with which the owner remained 
in constant communication was the manager, and from what the salesman told 
her, the manager behaved as if the man was some kind of king, stopping short 
of bowing. 

Jo was finally ushered into the manager's office, a small cubicle against 
the left wall, and sat in front of the large desk. On the left corner of the 
desk was a sign with the name Steven Marquette on it. And sitting behind the 
desk, not bothering to stand when she came in and sat, was Marquette, 
himself. His white shirtsleeves were rolled up, and the brown pepper jacket 
of his suit was hanging on a hanger in the open closet behind Jo. 

Marquette, himself, was a short man, less than an inch taller than Jo. What 
hair he had left fringed his ears and the rear part of his upper head, 
standing out much like fur. He had twinkling brown eyes and a deceptively 
pleasant face. And the moment he saw Jo, the twinkle in his brown eyes 
turned to flashes of lust. Jo had always ignored salacious stares and did so 
now. 

"Miss Palmer," he said, "just what can I do for you?" 

"I want a job selling cars," she told him. "I know all about cars, and I 
think I can do a better job than any man on your floor." 

"That won't be much of an accomplishment," Steve laughed. "My sales force 
stinks for the most part." 

"Well then, you need me," Jo insisted. "Perhaps," he nodded. "Tell you what. 
I'll give you your chance. You'll go out on the floor cold. You'll get your 
'ups' along with the other men, in proper rotation." 

Jo knew an "up" referred to her turn to talk to a prospective customer who 
walked in. Whether he was buying or simply looking, that was her turn, and 
the next person to walk in went to the salesman behind her in the rotation. 

"I didn't think it would be this easy," Jo said, marveling. 

"Ah, but there's a condition," Steve Marquette insisted. 

"What kind of condition?" Jo asked, instantly suspicious. 

"I'm a very devious person," Steve told her. "I want to take you out to 
dinner tomorrow evening. I'll give you until then to prove yourself. You'll 
come in during the afternoon, at one o'clock, and if you sell one person, 
I'll hire you. If not, after our date, you just don't show up the next day." 

"Hey, you've got a deal," Jo laughed. 

"If you want, you can start early, today. Go out on the floor and tell the 
assistant manager, Tom Kitchbo, that you're here on a two-day trial period. 
You're working on straight commission. I'll make it easy for you by telling 
you this much. Try and get list price for any car you sell. If the customer 
haggles, let him knock you down five percent. If he wants more of a 
discount, talk to either Tom or myself, first. Got it?" 

"Got it." 

Jo hurried out to the showroom again and spied Tom Kitchbo immediately. He 
was a tall, lean, rangy man, perhaps two or three years older than herself, 
with long, black, stringy hair and a sharp mustache. He was sitting behind 
his desk with his feet up, talking on the telephone, telling a customer who 
had purchased a car that it was too bad the man hadn't shopped around before 
buying at the Long Neck Agency, first. It didn't matter that the man was 
able to buy the car at another agency for five hundred dollars less. And 
when the man on the other end became too vociferous, Kitchbo hung up, 
laughing. 

He was a hard, callous person, with no pity for anyone, thinking everyone 
who came in to buy a car was a sucker to be taken for as much as possible. 

When Jo spoke to him, he was instantly appraising her with his eyes, but 
when he saw the blank stare she was giving him, he instantly rejected her 
sexually. Kitchbo was lazy when it came to females, wanting only those 
females who were instantly willing. 

Jo was given a desk near the front door, and told the next man in was her 
"up". She was delighted, except that the next man to come in didn't do so 
for more than four hours. The waiting for people to come in was the hardest 
part. But when the man came in, she dazzled him with her smile, and in no 
time convinced him to buy a Caprice Classic for only fifty dollars below 
list price. That meant her own share of the commission would come to nearly 
two hundred dollars. This made the rest of the sales force notice her 
because the average salesman didn't make more than fifty dollars per car, if 
that much. And by the time her trial period was over, the following evening, 
she had made two more sales and was definitely on the agency payroll. 

That evening she allowed Steve Marquette to take her to a quiet little 
restaurant on the North Shore where they ate and drank lots of wine. She was 
feeling good, really good, knowing she had a job. She drank more than she 
should have, and soon her head was swimming. It was nearly midnight when she 
slid into Marquette's Camaro, thinking he was driving her home. But when the 
car stopped she found herself in front of a very unfamiliar apartment house. 
Marquette ushered her out of the car, and before she realized what was 
happening, found herself being ushered inside. 

"Where are we?" she asked 

"Do you remember the owner of our agency, Mister Farmer?" 

"You mean the man with the white hair who's always dressed like a ass and 
who doesn't talk to anyone but you?" 

"Right," Marquette nodded, leading her into the elevator. "Well when he's 
not at the showroom, he lives on the top floor of this building. And he had 
a good look at you yesterday and asked me to invite you up for a nightcap." 

"How nice," the unsuspecting Jo said, giggling from too much wine. 

When the elevator stopped, they found themselves stepping into the plush 
living room of a huge duplex apartment. Eric Farmer, the owner of the Long 
Neck Chevrolet Agency was standing there wearing his old clothes, smiling at 
her. He had coarse white hair with gray eyebrows, and a clean-shaven face 
that looked younger than the hair on his head claimed him to be. 

"Hey, I forgot my cigarettes down in the car," Steve Marquette told her. 
"I'll be back in a minute." And before Jo was able to say anything, he 
disappeared back into the elevator, and the door closed. 

"Come on in," Farmer said to Jo, taking her arm. 

"My, this is a very nice place," Jo said, feeling funny being alone with the 
man. 

"I'm glad you like it," he smiled, ushering her to the sofa. 

She sat, feeling her small, round bottom, covered with a tan maxi-skirt, 
sink into the deep red sofa cushion. Her mind was still reeling from all the 
wine she had imbibed. 

Farmer walked through the ankle-thick maroon carpeting to a bar he had 
across the room where he took a chilled bottle from a small refrigerator. It 
was Moet champagne. He opened the bottle and poured some into two stemmed 
goblets. 

Jo's feet felt numb. She took her shoes off and tucked her feet under her on 
the sofa as Farmer brought her a glass of champagne, then clinked his glass 
against hers, saying, "To a long, profitable relationship." 

He was staring at her with deep blue eyes, and Jo tried meeting his stare, 
but felt quivery inside. She wondered what was taking Steve so long. She 
didn't like being here alone with Farmer. Putting her glass down on a nearby 
end table, she all but froze when she felt Farmer put a hand on her knee. He 
put his own glass down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and slowly 
massaged her kneecap through her skirt. 

By now Jo knew something was definitely wrong. Her employer was one of those 
dirty old men she had so often heard about. Well she'd be double-damned if 
his employing her as a saleslady meant he'd be able to employ her body for 
his own personal use. She gave value for the money she was paid, and she 
didn't owe this man a thing. 

And yet she was afraid to remove his hand. She didn't want to provoke the 
man if all he wanted to do was rub her kneecap. Jo purposely picked up her 
glass and sipped more champagne, saying, "Boy, nothing but the best, huh." 

"Precisely," Farmer said. "And the moment I saw you, I knew you fitted into 
that category." 

"What category is that?" she asked, putting the glass down again. 

"I'll bet you're the best when it comes to things other than selling," he 
smirked, and the young woman suddenly found herself lightly encircled by the 
old man's arms. She tried pushing his arms away, wanting to tell him not to 
do that, but before she said a word, his mouth was jamming itself on hers, 
kissing her lips passionately. Panic gripped her, and she tried yanking her 
head to one side, then another, wanting to pull her mouth from his, wishing 
to tell him not to do that. But the old man's mouth covered hers tightly, 
preventing her from breathing. 

Now she was angry. Where did this vile man think he had the right to take 
liberties with her? How dare he touch her and fondle her and kiss her. She 
was getting madder with each passing moment, and she struggled, pushing her 
arms against his weighty shoulders, but to no avail. Farmer merely pressed 
his body all the more solidly against hers, pushing her ever deeper into the 
sofa. More than a little frightened, the brown-haired girl once again tried 
wriggling from the tight grasp of his arms, but being sunk so deeply into 
the sofa, she found herself helplessly trapped. 

Jo almost gagged when Farmer's slimy wet tongue began pushing its way into 
her mouth, licking everywhere, searching out all the wet corners, teasing 
her own tongue, making her shudder. Because of her upbringing, Jo had never 
had very much to do with boys when she was younger, or men now that she was 
over twenty-one. The idea of a male pushing his spit into her mouth while 
kissing her made her stomach queasy, and as Farmer continued kissing her, 
she felt his wet spittle dripping all over her chin. Well hell, whatever 
this man wanted she sure as the devil had no intention of giving him. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhnnnhhhh...," she breathlessly gasped, straining and doing her 
best to resist. But Farmer merely continued slurping his thickly wet tongue 
through her wide-open mouth, held open by the pressure of his lips. He 
pressed his mouth so firmly against hers, her head was being pressed far 
back into the sofa-back. With an arm around her waist now, he forced her 
slenderly pliant body to arch against his, feeling her full, round breasts 
rubbing against his shirtfront. 

Totally overpowered by the lusting brute of a man, Jo shut her eyes and 
pushed, struggling with all her strength, doing her best to somehow or other 
get away from her employer. But as the moments rolled by, the girlish woman 
realized it was more and more difficult. Also, she was starting to feel the 
funniest tremors between her thighs. A strange sense of lust was starting to 
swell in her body, and it terrified her. God! What was the matter with her? 
She had never felt anything like this before. Why was she suddenly reacting 
this way? Good, decent girls didn't behave like this. And she was certain 
she was a good girl. Perhaps she was a bit tipsy, but it was no reason for 
her to think she wasn't a good girl. After all, being good meant she had the 
ability to not only keep her emotions under control, but to not even have 
such disturbing feeling. Why then, should such sensations course through 
her? 

With each passing second she found herself becoming more and more inwardly 
excited by what her licentious boss was doing. But she had no intention of 
surrendering to the man's lascivious hunger for her. Not that he smelled, or 
anything like that. For all his seediness as far as the way he dressed, he 
did manage to keep himself clean. 

"Please," she managed to gasp, finally. "Stop this. Stop it immediately!" 

"My, my, a little Goody Two Shoes," Farmer said. "What's bothering you, Jo? 
Is it that I'm an old man and unappealing? Are you prejudiced against older 
men?" 

"N-no, of course not," she told him, staring into his cobalt eyes. "You're 
trying to take advantage of me, and I don't think it's right. I don't care 
what your age is." 

"Are you trying to tell me that if I were Steve instead of myself, you'd put 
up the same kind of struggle?" 

"Of course," she insisted. "A man's dating me doesn't give him the right to 
paw me. But you didn't even date me. Goodness, I feel as if Steve is pimping 
for you, setting me up for you." 

"The truth is, Steve wanted you for himself, but I told him that since I was 
the agency boss, I get first crack at you. And since Steve wants to keep his 
job, he's been very agreeable." 

"Well if doing things like this is the only way for me to keep my job, then 
suppose I just quit," Jo snapped. 

"Hell, you can quit if you want to, but I'm still going to get what I want 
from you. Just remember, your job isn't dependent on this, but I still want 
you, honey." 

"You're a dirty old man!" she exclaimed, freezing as she felt his hands 
starting to move. One was moving slowly up her back, and through her 
wine-fogged mind she sensed the other hand sliding down to cup her buttocks. 
Farmer was rotating his hand as he pressed it against the roundness of her 
gluteal flesh, and Jo suddenly realized a very pleasant sensation was 
coursing through her body. Wherever his hands touched, new sprinkles of heat 
broke out, shooting through the rest of her. The man seemed to know all the 
right places to touch and caress her, teasing her completely defenseless 
nerves. 

Jo was more frightened with each passing moment. This was something totally 
unexpected, and she had to get away from here as quickly as possible. 

Farmer's tongue felt like a slick, flaming spear in her mouth, moving 
through her oral cavity rapidly, slicing like a burning buzzsaw. Wherever 
his body touched hers, in spite of the fact that he was soft, Jo felt 
another part of her start to incinerate. The old man knew his way around a 
female torso very well, and wherever he touched Jo, he aroused her, making 
her gasp out unwanted sighs, revealing she was slowly, inextricably being 
drawn into the web of passion he was spinning. She shuddered and whimpered, 
but her mewls were lost in the soft licking sounds Farmer was making with 
his tongue in her mouth. 

God! God! God! she thought. What is this vile old man doing? Why am I 
letting him do it? I have to stop him before this gets completely out of 
control. 

She struggled and pushed, trying to free her arms from the tight ring his 
own arms formed around her body. She gasped and kicked and squirmed, but it 
was no use. Trying to stop Eric Farmer would have been like trying to stop a 
runaway bulldozer by standing in front of it. 

Farmer was as lecherous a man as ever existed. He was convinced women were 
charmed by him, and he was certain he would have scored with just as many 
even if he didn't have so much money and influence. The struggles each 
female put up were the result of their wanting to make themselves seem more 
appealing and desirable. To him, it was all one big game. 

Jo was overwhelmed by the suddenness of all this, but it didn't stop her 
from struggling. She continually writhed in his arms, trying to free 
herself, but he held her as if in a vise. And to her horror, she soon found 
her body beginning to enjoy the pressure of his hard penis as it rubbed 
against her belly, even though her maxi-skirt and his pants remained between 
them. Chills zigzagged up and down her backbone as she felt his hard penis 
twitching and flexing, emitting lustfully responsive signals. She struggled 
even harder, but he was much too strong for her, and she was unable to break 
away. 

"I want to see just what you look like under all those clothes," Farmer 
whispered, breathing hot, heavy bolts of lust into her over-sensitive ear. 

"My God! Absolutely not!" she yelled as he abruptly released her and got to 
his feet, standing beside the sofa on which she was sprawled. She felt weak 
and helpless, lying there with her skirt all rumpled and her hair 
disheveled. The cushions beneath her seemed to suck her even deeper into the 
sofa, yielding to the pressure of her slender form. 

"Oh, God!" Jo gasped, staring as Farmer began tugging off his own clothes. 
He was behaving in a disgusting manner, and Jo felt embarrassed and ashamed. 
She wanted to shut her eyes tightly and blot out the entire scene, but for 
some unaccountable reason her eyes remained wide open. Her gaze was riveted 
to the old man and what he was doing. She was unable to tear her eyes from 
him. And suddenly he was totally naked, his flesh as white as his hair, 
though the hair on his pelvis was still iron-gray. He had white curls on his 
chest and arms, but what really frightened her was her first sight of an 
erect phallus. 

Jo had gone to all the museums and had seen statues of Greek men and gods, 
their chiseled penises in a shrunken state of repose, looking small and 
insignificant. But in all her twenty-two years, this was her first glimpse 
of an erect phallus, and the sight terrified her. She froze, her eyes glued 
to the flexing penis, itself all white but for the mottled cherry head. Not 
once in all the years that she had studied biology, reading about the 
necessity of a male attaining an erection prior to intromission had she ever 
been able to picture an erect phallus. As a baby sitter she had changed many 
a wet diaper in her teens, but all those little boys had sported members so 
tiny they wouldn't match the length of the nail on her pinkie. Now, with her 
eyes almost painfully riveted on Eric Farmer's throbbing cock, she found 
herself totally unprepared and off-guard. Often, when looking at the small 
penises chiseled onto the statues in the museums, she pictured the tiny 
organs stiffening, but it had never occurred to her the penis would enlarge. 
Now, seeing how immense and grotesque this cock was, she felt icy terror 
clutch her heart like a freezing hand. How, in the name of God, did this man 
walk around with something so immense attached to him? And as for burying it 
in a female vagina ... well, it was obvious the organ was far too long and 
too thick to actually enter a feminine interior. 

Eric Farmer smiled down at her, enjoying the way her eyes followed the 
movement of his cock as he twitched it up and down while slowly revolving 
his hips first one way, then the other. 

"like it?" he asked, proud of his long, hard erection, certain the girl was 
staring at it out of admiration more than anything else. "I'll have you know 
you're staring at the greatest cock in Long Neck." 

Jo reddened, and Farmer enjoyed her embarrassment. He had known she would be 
interesting the moment he had seen her, peering at her from inside his 
office, through a crack in the door. 

"Dear God..." was all Jo managed to get out, shivering with fright, more 
terrified than ever. Slowly but surely she came to the obvious realization: 
his displaying his hard penis so wantonly in front of her meant only one 
thing, and that thing was his intention to attempt using it on her. 

Jo suddenly understood everything. Steve 

Marquette had been the lure, taking her out, wining her, dining her, getting 
her ready to face this hideous man. No, no, that wasn't right. He wasn't 
hideous. In fact, were he to comb his hair and put on decent clothes he'd be 
quite nice-looking. But his behavior at this moment was monstrous, and the 
full realization of what he wanted to take place hit her with the power of a 
wrecking ball. Perhaps the worst part of all this was, deep down, her body 
was becoming more and more aroused at the sight of this man's nakedness. She 
felt vilely attracted to his penis. Christ! Here she was ... trapped, caught 
on the horns of a dilemma. Unfortunately, she was no longer living with her 
parents. All during college she had saved her money, and when she had been 
graduated, she took her own apartment, living alone. So no one would miss 
her not being home. She leaned back into the sofa, staring at his shuddering 
cock as he stood over her, letting her wine-fogged mind slowly start to 
clear. 

The shape of his white, cherry-topped spear had to be the most thrillingly 
terrifying thing Jo had ever seen. It was wavering from side to side almost 
before her face. Imagine ... just imagine, all men had spears like this. And 
most men, at one time or another, buried the full length of their quivering 
lances into the moistly soft depths of a woman. And right now this 
particular cock sincerely believed it was about to plunder her cunt ... her 
virgin cunt. 

Jo struggled up from the sofa, but Farmer pushed her down so she was seated 
on the edge of the cushion, leaning forward. With her eyes still locked on 
the massive phallus, she tried pulling away but found herself being bent 
forward even more as Farmer's fingers undid the buttons on her blouse and 
pulled the blouse off her shoulders, saying, "Let's stop horsing around, Jo. 
You aren't leaving this place until you've been solidly fucked. And I do 
mean solidly." 

"You and Steve, the two of you planned this all along," she gasped. 

"Right from the first moment I saw you," he assured her. "I was overjoyed 
when Steve gave you the two-day trial period. I'm even more overjoyed that 
you succeeded, for in spite of your horror at what is taking place now, I 
have the feeling you're going to stay with the agency. And if I make tonight 
good enough for you, the next time I come seeking your cunt, you won't give 
me such a hard time." 

"Don't you understand this is wrong?" she told him. "It's immoral. It's also 
illegal." 

"Well, thank God it isn't fattening," he laughed, and she shuddered as she 
realized her blouse was off. 

"Please," she begged. "Oh please, let me go home. Don't do this to me." 

"Stop behaving like a child," he snapped, a bit irritated. "Let's just say 
this is another duty, since you are working for me. Naturally you get paid a 
bonus for staying overtime." 

"I'm not a whore," she whimpered. 

"Oh, shut up," he barked at her, suddenly slapping her face hard, making her 
fall across the sofa. 

Stunned, frozen, horrified, she lay face-down for a moment, not even feeling 
his hands reach for her brassiere, which he proceeded to unsnap. And then he 
was tugging her up, removing it. The full, round white melons of her breasts 
stood revealed to the man's eyes. Each was tipped with a coral-pink nipple 
in the center of a large, circular areola twice the diameter of a silver 
dollar. Terrified, afraid Farmer would hit her again, Jo lay rigid on the 
sofa, letting him pull off her maxi-skirt, after which he peeled off her 
panties and pantyhose, dropping everything carelessly to the floor. 

The only thing left for Jo to do was to make a loud, raucous scene in the 
hope someone in the lower apartment might hear her. But even if someone did 
hear, and by some miracle managed to summon the police, she would be 
completely naked when they arrived, and that many more men seeing her 
unclothed would shame her even more. She lay there, a helpless, exotic 
creature as Eric Farmer slavered, staring at the light brown hair, looking 
like a dark powder puff between her thighs. 

It had been a long, long time since Farmer had enjoyed a cunt this young. 
Usually he fucked one or another of the women who worked in the secretarial 
pool, giving each woman her turn, and most of the females in the pool had 
been working at the agency for five or more years, which put the youngest 
secretary at thirty. 

Farmer gazed at the mossy hair, noting it didn't curl tightly like the pubic 
hair of so many other females. Rather hers was wavy, and through the hair he 
saw Jo's richly pouting, pinkly swollen cunt lips. A touch of glistening 
moisture lined the shimmering ribbons of her inner lips, letting the old man 
know what he had been doing had gotten to Jo. She was filled with the 
flaming liquid, and as she squirmed on the sofa, her labia parting for an 
instant, the seepage came gushing out in heavy rivulets, running down her 
thighs to her buttocks. 

Farmer turned off a table lamp to the left of the sofa, which left only one 
lamp in the room on, creating what he believed to be an exotic atmosphere. 
He was going to fuck this sweet pussy no matter what she wanted, but he did 
hope to eventually bring her around to his way of thinking. Sure, it was fun 
to force a woman, but it was even more fun when she eventually expressed a 
willingness, thereby convincing him how masculine he was. In fact, he hoped 
she would eventually be more than merely willing. He wanted her anxious to 
be fucked. He loved feeling his throbbing prick solidly buried to the hilt 
in the tightly watering depths of a new female cunt. Rape was something only 
sick people truly enjoyed, and Farmer felt certain there was nothing sick 
about himself. It was one thing for a woman to struggle when he finally 
shoved his mast into her, but it was something else again for him to get his 
rocks off while she either lay there, unmoving, in a state of shock, or she 
felt no pleasure. The old man had been around long enough to know when he 
was giving a woman pleasure. Orgasms were one thing he knew about, and no 
woman had ever faked one with him. And before the evening was over, he 
intended making certain this woman had one helluva rousing climax. She would 
be so fired up, her tight pussy muscles would crush and squeeze and tightly 
press his throbbing penis until the hard cock had unleashed every last drop 
of the pearly semen aching to get out. He might be old, almost sixty years 
old, but he still fucked with the best of them 

Looking up in the dim room, Jo became aware that Eric farmer was the only 
thing in sharp focus. The rest of the room behind him and around him seemed 
hazy and blurred. When the man sat on the edge of the sofa, next to her, she 
shuddered, and when he reached for her, she held her own hands out, palms 
pressing flatly against his loose-muscled chest. But even as she applied 
pressure, she felt her arms bending as he drew her closer and closer. Her 
naked torso was being tugged up, nearer to his ... drawn against him until 
her full, quiveringly rounded mammaries rubbed against the white, curling 
hairs on his chest. 

Farmer's mouth was on hers, smothering her as his tongue, like a wicked 
knife, stabbed repeatedly into her mouth. Jo prayed she might faint, 
trembling as she wildly fought, beating against the man's chest with her 
closed fists, pummeling helplessly against him. His mouth now pressed even 
harder against hers as he moved back and slowly stood, dragging her to her 
feet. 

Little by little his burning kiss was reaching into the horrified depths of 
her anguished brain, affecting her more and more, making her realize she was 
slowly succumbing. Her brain continued screaming at her to resist, and 
because she was determined to prove herself a wholesome, clean female rather 
than a tramp, she continued fighting. But his was a dominating kiss, and 
little by little Jo found her inner self being absorbed, first into her own 
mouth, then into his mouth, as if she was actually becoming a part of the 
man. She sensed the upright, throbbing thickness of his seethingly wet penis 
as it wildly pulsated between them, leaking its own slick lubriciousness 
onto both their bellies. 

And then Farmer stopped kissing her, temporarily snapping the spell under 
which she had fallen. His mouth moved from her lips and began branding 
itself against her slender throat. 

"No ... no ... no..." Jo gasped, doing her best to resist, struggling more 
and more futilely, trying to fight both, the man, and her inner self as it 
became more certainly aroused. Though she sensed she was fighting a losing 
battle, Jo continued struggling, and she gasped when his working lips began 
kissing the tops of her white breasts. A realization came to her as his 
mouth continued working lower, heading for her rich, pink nipples. It was 
more than a simple act of fornication that was about to take place this 
night. He was arousing her so much, she began thinking she was not the pure, 
clean, innocent maid she had always thought herself to be. Deep down inside 
her quaking body there lurked an anxious succubus craving to enjoy all these 
evil, immoral things. And with each passing moment the little demon within 
was becoming stronger and stronger. 

Jo took a deep breath when his tongue began circling first one areola, then 
the other, expecting he would shortly suck her nipples into his mouth. But 
Farmer surprised her, bypassing her nipples, kneeling on the floor before 
her standing body, kissing the flat of her belly, making her wriggle and 
gasp even more, gulping, trying to suck air into her lungs. Jo swayed, 
hoping she would indeed pass out. When he'd forced her to stand so suddenly, 
he'd caused the blood to drain from her whirling mind. She was definitely in 
danger of losing her balance and toppling over. She shivered, feeling the 
flaming contact of her flat, white belly against his seethingly wet lips. 
Icicles charged up and down the length of her spine as she realized the 
enormity of all that was about to happen. She, who had previously never 
uttered a worse word than "darn" was now completely naked with a strange man 
she had only previously caught a glimpse of at work. He was as naked as she 
at the moment, and there was no doubt as to his intentions. He was going to 
fuck her, to take her virginity, and no matter how hard she struggled he 
would eventually prevail. Fuck? That was the word, all right. She had often 
heard it used, and more than once had seen it written, though she, herself 
had never let the word pass her lips. But it most aptly described what was 
about to happen to her. 

Just thinking about all this ... the way Steve Marquette had tricked her ... 
made her angry, and she reached out, grabbing the old man's white hair as 
his mouth continued kissing her belly. She made fists of her hands, 
tightening his hair in her grasp, and she was startled when he stopped 
kissing her, looked up, and said, "Good, good. Hold tight, honey. I'm going 
to make you happier than you've ever been in your life. Now you'll find out 
why the other ladies always come back for more." 

He wanted her to grip his hair? Why? she wondered. Was he completely crazy? 

But the answer came a moment later, and it came with shocking swiftness as 
his mouth slid beneath the brown bush covering her white pelvis. 

His tongue leaped out and snaked between the tightly clamped lips covering 
the pink bog of her wetly heated pussy. His hands were now on her upper 
thighs, pushing between them, forcing them apart, his thumbs caught in the 
light-brown tendrils of her wispy cunt hairs. The pressure of his lips 
against her anguished tunnel-opening was one thing, but the sensation of his 
tongue, darting in and out, in and out, slicing through the soft, tenderly 
moist flesh of her feminine wound made her scream and gasp, feeling totally 
unexpected thrills she had never dreamed possible. Her mind also thought how 
incredibly evil and wicked this was. She had to work and make a conscious 
effort to rinse her vagina each time she showered ... not to mention the 
little pack of Wet Ones she carried to be used following each voiding of 
urine. Just how was the man able to put his mouth down there. 
Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Disgusting! 

She writhed as the tongue sliced between the peach-like pouts of her outer 
labia, then slid between her inner lips, sinking itself into the wetly 
pulsating slash of her vulva, licking and lapping, making the sodden 
interior even wetter as he drank out her flowing juices. 

Tugging her body back, doing her best to escape the thrillingly wet contact, 
Jo shivered when the man's hands moved around to her buttocks, cupping and 
gripping the slightly rounded cheeks, tugging her loins ever closer to his 
face. His working tongue lapped feverishly at the small, hidden bubble of 
her tiny clitoris. 

"No, no, no!" Jo screeched, realizing for the first time that the apartment 
was soundproofed. She firmly pushed against his forehead with the heels of 
her hands, feeling helplessly trapped by his mouth. "That's disgusting! It's 
vile! It's so horribly perverted!" 

But even as she pushed, she found herself staring down at the top of his 
head, seeing the silvery hair shine as his head moved back and forth, his 
leaping tongue making long, loudly moist sounds as it continued avidly 
licking into the heated depths of her vulnerable, dripping vaginal temple. 

"Why are you doing this?" Jo gasped, totally shocked that anyone might 
consider something like this. 

She had expected to be raped, attacked, actually fucked. But she'd never 
dreamed any man might perform this sick act on her young, trembling body. 
How could anyone consider this lovemaking? His face was pressed between her 
straining thighs, his working tongue continually sneaking into her steaming 
pussy. How in the name of God was a man able to put his mouth against such a 
filthy area. Even if she did cleanse it, it was still the area from which 
she urinated. What a horribly depraved thing to do. Certainly decent people, 
like her parents and their friends, didn't make love this way. The rape she 
had been expecting was bad enough, but this ... uuuuuggggghhhhh... 

Farmer pushed backward as he moved forward on his knees. Jo was doing her 
utmost to back away from his questing mouth. His two hands continued cupping 
the fullness of the young woman's twin buttocks. Jo felt herself being 
continually pushed back until her calves struck the sofa behind her. That 
was when she found herself being tumbled onto it. Her legs swung up into the 
air as she fell, and Farmer parted them, letting them fall down on his 
shoulders, preventing her from regaining her balance. The man slid his palms 
between her soft, firmly solid thighs, pressing outward with his thumbs, 
carefully pushing the softly tender, pink inner folds until they were wide 
apart. Her loins were wide apart, and as she lay there, her head lower than 
her rump, Jo stared up at Farmer's dripping face, her eyes wide with alarm. 
She struggled and fought, but it was all in vain. God! God! God! All this 
was so ugly, so perverted, so unbearable. She stared at his anxious mouth 
dripping the slick secretions it had sucked from her steamingly torrid hole, 
and the very obsceneness of such a sight revolted her. She had to get away, 
she just had to, even if it meant losing her job. The mere idea of remaining 
alone with such a twisted man was horrifying. 

But the harder she struggled, the more useless her efforts appeared. There 
was no way Farmer would let her go until he had finished with her. And right 
now, his single desire was to continue sucking her wetly frothing cunt. 

The sofa was deep, a sectional made up of many pieces; a pit grouping, 
including the piece on which Farmer now kneeled down on all fours like a dog 
as he prepared to return to the licentious lapping of her heatedly pulsating 
vagina. Her firmly round, full breasts trembled as she stared at her new 
employer who, because he had her legs thrown over his shoulders, was forcing 
her body to bend and hunch as he hovered over her. He caused her to bend 
until she was almost S-shaped, with her wetly dripping coral pussy much 
higher than her head while her kicking legs continued dangling over his 
shoulders. 

Jo was more ashamedly aware than ever that the pinkness of her internal self 
was wide open and completely visible to the man's lustful eyes and mouth. 
She felt like a helpless virgin sacrifice as she lay with her shoulder 
blades pinned to the couch. Jo groaned, feeling wickedly shamed and totally 
humiliated. What he was doing to her was completely beyond sanity. His hands 
were no longer inside her thighs, but were slowly traveling the length of 
her trembling body. His mouth was wide open, saliva dribbling from his lips 
as his tongue licentiously hung out, dripping sputum onto her crotch. He 
inhaled sharply, then abruptly pressed forward with his face, his nose 
moving against the soft, fleshy inner lips of her fuming vagina. 

Contrary to what Jo believed, there was absolutely nothing unclean about her 
frothing cunt. Because of her belief, she spent a lot of time keeping it 
fastidiously clean. Her loins, including her rectum, always had the fresh, 
clean scent of a deodorant soap, and the mixture of that, added to her own 
natural scent was what was driving Eric Farmer wild. She had the 
sweetest-smelling cunt he had ever encountered, making him hungrier and 
hungrier for it. Even now, as his nose spread her hair-fringed lips slowly 
apart, he inhaled deeply, thrilling to the delicious scent of her. His 
starved eyes stared into the foaming depths of her tasty pussy, and with a 
loud, groaning sigh, his head sank between her loins as he pushed the full 
length of his wetly licking tongue into the sucking moistness of her vaginal 
bog, thrilling to the way her warm labia wispily caressed his cheeks. 

Unable to do anything else, Jo began weeping as she felt the salacious 
pressure of his lapping oral extension. Her naked ass-cheeks were way up in 
the air as her back ground into the softness of the red sofa beneath her. 
The smoothness of the velvet against her flesh seemed to arouse her body 
even more. 

"Ggggaaaggghhh! Ohhhhh, Goddddd...," she wept, gasping and whimpering at the 
same time. Pressing her elbows deep into the cushions, the girl managed to 
raise her head a bit more, enabling her to see the wildly wicked sight of 
her insane employer as he continually applied his lashing tongue to her 
slavering vagina. It seemed to be so unreal, Jo found it difficult to accept 
that such a terrible thing was happening to her. 

Yet her body was unable to deny the thrilling sensations it was feeling, 
even if her mind was closed to it. What she had told herself felt like a 
sloppily wet, slithery sensation ... like a dead fish being drawn up and 
down through her dribbling vaginal lips ... now was a heatedly wet, flaming 
tickle, working its way deeper and deeper into the center of her vagina, and 
from there, deeper into the pit of her belly. The more the man's tongue 
continued with its licking, the more aroused she became, and though her mind 
refused to accept what was taking place, her physical self was aroused 
beyond belief, thrilling delightfully to it. 

Jo's brain was reeling as the thrillingly wonderful sensations blasted 
through her slender body. But how did she dare permit something like this to 
continue? Her body seemed to be asking how she dared not allow it to 
continue. 

But tomorrow, when she walked into the agency, she was certain this 
indiscretion would be written all over her face. All the secretaries and 
bookkeepers who worked there would certainly know what had taken place. How 
would she be able to face them? And when Farmer came out of his office and 
walked through the agency, how would she be able to look him in the eye, 
knowing that was the face she had seen pressing its mouth against her 
seethingly hot cunt. His mouth was defiling her, which meant he would have 
little, if any, respect for her, afterward. She had already begged and 
pleaded with him to stop, and there was simply nothing more she could do. 
All that was left was for her to lie there, with her hips tilted up and her 
thighs and legs dangling over his shoulders. More and more shame flooded her 
brain as her body thrilled to the feeling of his lips and tongue kissing and 
licking into her again and again. Her brain was praying, pleading for all 
this to finally come to an end, and all the while her body was anxious for 
more and more and more. 

For the first time in her life, Jo felt totally helpless and alone. Her 
parents were not around to help her escape from this predicament. Despite 
using all her strength, she was no match for Eric Farmer. And even if she 
told her father, what good would it do? A man like Farmer, with his wealth, 
had a lot of influence. One of the salesmen in the place had told Jo there 
was a rumor that Fanner had connections with certain underworld families. 
Telling her father might only serve to get the man in a lot of trouble, and 
Jo didn't want to be responsible for something like that. 

Looking up between her tilted-back breasts, Jo was able to clearly see 
Farmer's hungry face. His burning eyes were staring down at her, and as he 
gobbled, his mouth looked like a hungry wolf's maw, quickly devouring the 
helpless prey that looked on, enjoying the death throes of the creature on 
which it feasted. She felt the hunger in the way his tongue licked into her 
without surcease, tormenting her arousingly inflamed vagina. His eyes were 
shining with laughter, mocking her as tears of helplessness rolled down her 
cheeks. It was if he sensed that her body was on his side, betraying her 
prudish mind. 

Farmer stared at the helpless girl, knowing she was his, all his, to do with 
as he pleased. He felt like a teenager with is first sensuous piece of ass, 
and his erect penis was throbbing so, he realized he would not be able to do 
what he had hoped to do. His cock would shoot its load long before he'd be 
able to bury it in the helpless girl. God! There was something about her 
that aroused him as he hadn't been aroused in years. He felt her body 
writhing beyond the control of her mind, and knew she was his to play with 
as he pleased. She would come back one day, because no one had a tongue as 
good as his. It was only a matter of moments before her brain totally 
surrendered. 

Smirking, he pressed the backs of her knees down a bit more, allowing her 
rounded kneecaps to touch the points of her tender nipples. The complete 
plane of her licentiously shuddering vagina was totally exposed to his 
hungering stare. 

He looked for a moment without seeing, and that was when Jo first began to 
understand how much she had come to depend on the sensations imparted by his 
lapping tongue. She was on fire, and if it was shameless, beyond her 
control, then there was nothing for her to do but accept it. 

Now to really drive the young bitch wild, Farmer thought, lowering his head 
a little more, using his thumbs to tug her moon-like buttocks apart. 

There, directly in front of him, was the tiny prune-like crinkle of her 
small anus, smelling as sweet and as clean as the rest of her shuddering 
body. God! There was an ass-hole made for lapping. 

Leaning forward, he pointed his oral extension straight out and pressed it 
into the tiny center of her wriggling ass-hole. The suddenness of his wet, 
lapping tongue touching so sensitive a spot caused the anal opening to 
contract, the sphincter temporarily rejecting his oral digit. This made Jo 
yelp. 

"Oh, my God!" she screamed aloud, realizing she had only now first come to 
accept the first obscenity he had been performing, and here he was doing 
something even more lewd. 

"No, no, no!" she shrieked, writhing insanely, though deep down in the pit 
of her belly her inflamed inner self was crying, Yes, Yes, YES! She squealed 
and shuddered again, then her voice fell to a whimper, which was the total 
extent of her resistance. Her thighs were opening all the wider of their own 
volition. They displayed the widely open wetness of her vaginal interior, 
along with the tight webbing of her tightly narrow ass-hole. Her wriggling 
body urged Farmer on, and he inwardly chortled as his experienced mouth 
proceeded to seriously work on the girl's hot, tingling rectum. His nose 
pressed between the seething lips of her soft, tenderly dribbling cunt as 
his tongue strove to press ever more deeply into her anal center. He pushed 
his tongue hard, working directly on her tight sphincter, licking it 
repeatedly, causing it to relax a bit more with each passing moment. And 
then, when he felt it had relaxed enough, he pressed the tip of his working 
tongue into her seething ass-hole. Her doughnut-like center contracted, but 
this time the tip of his tongue was already inside, and the sensation drove 
her insanely wild, and she let Farmer know it by the maddening way she 
forced her loins to buck up and down, pressing her calves against his back 
for leverage. 

Jo gasped, feeling tiny, thrilling goose bumps starting to cover her naked 
body. Her hands clutched her nakedly helpless breasts, and she began sobbing 
shamelessly as she felt her inner self responding to his sucking lips, 
humping her taut ass-cheeks higher, bouncing them against his face. The very 
salacity of what he was doing was continually building more and more heat 
ever higher in her seethingly anguished body. Each time his tongue stabbed 
into her, she twitched and yanked her gluteal mounds back, and every time 
the tongue retreated, she hurled her buttocks against his questing face, 
opening her anal center, seeking the return of his wonderful lapping tongue. 
Helpless little spasms of lustfully intensifying heat started blistering 
their way through her wide-open nervous system. 

The thrilling realization her body was not merely accepting what Farmer was 
doing, but actually craving more of it made her mind weep with shame. To 
think, her physical self was so totally possessed of the devil it actually 
required more of the workings of the man's lathered tongue. Her naked loins, 
which ought to have been struggling, were writhing with open delight. She 
gritted her teeth tightly in a last-ditch effort to regain mental control 
over herself, but it was a completely lost cause. The depth of wondering 
sensation in which her body was now wallowing was so intense, her mounting 
emotions, like an incoming tide, were continually and consistently growing 
and moving ever higher. Soon they would completely overwhelm her mind, and 
there was no doubt she would surrender totally to all that was happening to 
her. Before it was too late she had to find the means to resist. One final 
plea, one last call to the heavens crying out to be forgiven for permitting 
herself, even for a short time, to exult in this ghastly evil. 

Eric Farmer felt her struggles lessen and knew he had won. It was a good 
thing, too, because his throbbing cock was straining. He'd be shooting his 
load at any moment. His tongue delved into the creaming depths of her vagina 
again, tasting the richly creaming fluids that continually poured out of 
her. 

As he fed at her seethingly wet cunt, his mind thought back to the countless 
feminine wells at which he had drunk. There wasn't a single cunt able to 
resist the questing of his lancing tongue, just as this warmly throbbing 
pussy had also ultimately surrendered. Jesus! He had tasted so many vaginas 
they seemed like disembodied fur-surrounded holes without living beings 
attached to them. Each time he sucked a tasty pussy he tried recalling 
something specifically exceptional about it, but other than certain 
unpleasant memories, such as the ones with the extra-musky scent or the 
fishy taste, they all seemed to converge into a single vagina. Each and 
every one of them seemed tasteless when compared to the hot cunt at which he 
was now feeding. This was really one fantastic cunt. The one thing he was 
able to remember was the way each girl reacted when she fully understood 
just what it was he was doing and how much she enjoyed it. Most simply 
opened their thighs a bit wider and simply lay there, allowing him to 
continue tonguing their vaginal depths until they peaked. Some very few 
actually responded a little, bouncing their buttocks, letting him know he 
was really getting to them. But this one was special. Her body responded as 
if it knew it had been made for sex, in spite of the way she had protested 
and cried out, earlier. It was as if sex was everything, and all else was 
one big lie. 

This wonderful, soft, furry pussy was Eric Farmer's for as long as he wanted 
it, despite the vocal objections of the girl attached to it. She was his as 
surely as a ewe belonged to a ram and a doe belonged to a stag. And knowing 
this made Farmer abruptly change his entire attitude. The challenge of 
making her want him had been the most important thing. They had been 
strangers, and he was no longer a young man, yet he had succeeded in 
arousing her to where she wanted him to continue, even if she wouldn't admit 
it. Her body needed him. There had been females with a lesser sexual 
instinct, and it had taken him a longer time to reach them. But when he 
finally did break down their barriers, tearing through their resistance, not 
one of them was able to respond in the way this lovely lady was reacting. 
And she was not only great tasting, but if she stayed with his agency she'd 
be good for business, as well. Yes, yes, he had an idea as to how to make 
optimum use of her, and he intended taking full advantage of it. He'd pass 
the idea along to Marquette and see to it the man fully implemented it. But 
it was time to finish off the lovely lady. 

His hot tongue lapped into the depths of her hotly flooding pussy again and 
again, using a soft, circular motion as it strained between the tender 
curtains of her labia. He licked powerfully, but not violently, pressing his 
sucking lips against her shuddering clitoris, then massaging it with his 
tongue, flatly rubbing and pressing it as he slurped again and again. 

The change in what he was doing produced another change in Jo, as she felt 
new inner sensations running rampantly through her quivering body. At this 
point she felt as if she were on the verge of being totally devoured by a 
gluttonous mouth. 

Her shamelessly inflamed young thews were wildly twitching upward, moving 
with what appeared to be a strongly spasmodic motion, writhing with mad, 
uncontrolled abandon as she slammed her soddenly burning cunt against his 
mercilessly lapping tongue. Jo totally accepted what was happening to her at 
the moment, no longer even pretending to offer any kind of resistance. Her 
fingers curled themselves into his stringy silver hair as she utterly and 
completely surrendered her shuddering body to the man's lusting mouth. 
Completely forgotten were any moral thoughts, as well as ideas of what she 
had once believed to be simple decency. All that remained now was a 
thrilling, forbidden pleasure she was enjoying beyond belief, and she had to 
admit it was truly far greater than any thrill her mind might have 
previously imagined. 

Farmer congratulated himself again, completely satisfied that he had 
vanquished the young woman, while still sensing how much greater was her 
inner sensuality than that of any other female he had ever known. She was a 
clever girl, too. She was the kind of girl who might eventually make trouble 
for a man she truly detested, if that man continued annoying her or hurting 
her. By tonguing her and bringing her to an ultimate conclusion this way, 
she would never associate any kind of pain with him. Let some other fool 
take her cherry. She'd be available for fucking at a later date. 

He stabbed his tongue ever deeper into the wet, sluicing funnel of her 
seethingly sensual vagina. His face felt the wet, fleecy hairs tickling his 
cheeks as the thrilled young woman hurled her body upward with an anxious 
desperation, straining her nakedly grinding buttocks against his chin and 
throat. She crushed her slick heated vagina against his working mouth, 
feeling his tongue drill deeply into the fuming depths of her fiery quim. 
His kissing lips tried shaping themselves to her vertical slash, orally 
laving her vaginal orifice, repeatedly. Her young loins wildly convulsed 
tightly around his cheeks, crushing until he thought his jawbone might 
crack. He felt the wetly slimy vaginal walls soaking his cheeks as they 
clutched at his working tongue. Her tight hole actually clamped solidly 
around his in-thrusting oral digit, pulling the probe ever deeper into her 
wetly steaming depths. Her cuntal mouth opened and closed again and again, 
but each time it opened it wasn't as wide, and each time it closed it closed 
a bit more tight. His mouth was tugged deeper and deeper into the foaming 
depths of her hungry vagina. The heatedly steaming tunnel of her sopping 
cunt seemed desperate in its attempt to tug on his wildly flicking tongue. 
Each time the lingual organ attempted to retreat, the walls of her seething 
pussy tried clutching it, doing their best to keep the tongue from sliding 
out, even though it always returned. Her heels were pounding more solidly 
than ever on his back, forcing his face ever deeper into the wonderful trap 
of her seething cunt. The cunt-lapping older man had to hold his breath at 
one point, or suffocate. The flesh between his nostrils was pressed firmly 
against the small, pulsing extension of her vibrating clitoris, while his 
mouth was thoroughly drenched in her heavy outpouring of flooding oils as 
her heated cunt continued spurting the fluid from within. The taste of her 
made his solid cock throb and stretch all the more anxiously, and he knew he 
was totally beyond control at this point. The slightest movement on his part 
would have him spurting semen all over the sofa and floor. God! If only he 
had the inner strength to restrain himself until he slammed the hardened 
length of his aching cock into the tight domain of her bubbling cunt. But 

Eric Farmer knew better than to try. This wasn't the first time he'd felt a 
premature ejaculation creeping up on him. Had she been a bit older and more 
experienced, he might have tried fucking her. But his tongue told him how 
tight she was, and he knew he'd never be able to fit his cock into her 
before coming. And the last thing he wanted was to look ridiculous in front 
of this girlish woman, who, someday in the future, he hoped he really would 
fuck. And the one way to assure her not refusing to come to his place again 
was to make certain she had an orgasm. This he would do with his mouth. He 
wanted her lush, tender, youthful body writhing in the wild throes of a 
climax. He knew this would probably be her first orgasm, and the idea that 
he was the cause of it thrilled him, shooting more pleasure into him. Maybe 
his tongue would build a second orgasm in her body, as well. A girl with 
such a low erotic boiling point was certainly capable of a multitude of 
crises. Farmer had encountered many such females in his life. Even if this 
was her first experience, Farmer was certain Jo was capable of many peaks. 

Sweat broke out heavily all over Farmer's thin, pale, aching body as he 
pressed his lips all the more tightly against her frothing pussy, lancing 
his tongue into the heatedly sodden center of her tight well, intent on 
attempting to make the young woman his slave by causing her to be 
subservient to the many passionate sensations he was preparing to bring out 
of her body. like a starved gourmand his tongue probed into her fire-lined 
tunnel as the muscular cords in her neck and thighs stood out from her 
straining. Her hands tugged even harder, pulling on his silver hair, and 
loose strands began coming loose in her fingers. 

"Yesssss..." she hissed. "Yesssss ... yesssss ... yesssss ... 
huhhhhnnnggghhh ... Godddddd ... gggghhhhgggghhhh ... aaaaaggggghhhhh ... 
ohhhhhhh ... YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH--. , . . HHHHH AA A A ARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHH 
... EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH...." 

The sound of a whirlwind spun through Jo's brain, filling her ears, and then 
the entire universe seemed abruptly swept up in the churning, spinning 
vortex of a surrounding maelstrom. The young woman choked and gagged with 
lust, feeling the power of overwhelming waves batter their way through her 
tender body again and again. She felt herself buffeted in one direction, 
only to be wildly slammed in another direction by yet another mounting wave. 
The series of climactic thrills took total control of her, making her wildly 
thrash about, kicking, pounding her heels against the man's back repeatedly 
as she gasped, trying her best to suck air into her lungs. She inwardly 
reached out, doing her best to cling to each of the orgasms in turn as they 
fervidly smashed through her tender body again and again, causing her naked 
self to thrash insanely. 

And then she felt the man's face force itself to pull out of the sucking 
vacuum between her thighs, but the climaxes continued buffeting her, one 
right after the other. She stared at him as he rose to his feet, his 
throbbing penis standing jerkily out in front of him. He was bring it closer 
to her, and Jo reached out, wrapping her fingers around it, holding it away 
from her body. She felt the heatedly pulsating twitches inside the fiery rod 
as it enlarged in her grip. The red point swelled until she was certain it 
would explode. But the only explosion was the stream of white, odorous fluid 
bursting from the sightless eye. It splattered against her body, lining it 
with strings of itself. The smell was like a heavy bleach, clean, sanitary, 
not the least bit unwholesome, and even in her orgasmic state, Jo found the 
aroma more than exciting. Her hands both squeezed the weakening phallus, 
crushing it much like one would squeeze a cake writer. The "frosting" 
continued squeezing out, then seeping out, then dribbling out. The penis 
shrank more and more until it eventually looked like the shrunken members 
sported by the carved statues she had seen. 

Joe lay there, totally out of breath, allowing the thrills she was feeling 
to complete the passage through her body. She barely felt it when Eric 
Farmer took a towel, rinsed it with champagne, and wiped his sperm from her 
body. All she felt was an over-sensitive tickling. 

Oh God! So this was what it was all about. This was what was meant by 
orgasm. It was fantastic! And if it was evil, Jo was slowly beginning to 
understand why people committed such evils. Her inner body was tired, but 
deep down it was clamoring for more, and Jo felt ashamed of herself. To 
think, she had ultimately surrendered to the cravings of her physical self. 

By rights, if she had any brains, she should quit Long Neck Chevrolet. But 
that would let Farmer and the others know their victory was complete. They 
had driven her away. Well, hell, she still had her virginity, and she was 
one girl who didn't frighten easily. The time to leave was not when they 
wanted her to go, but when they desperately needed her. And she was intent 
on making Long Neck Chevrolet need her very much. One thing Jo Palmer wasn't 
a quitter. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

For the next two weeks no one at the agency bothered her, and during that 
time, Jo racked up a fantastic sales backlog. She was selling more cars than 
the other six men put together. All the while she thought of the night at 
Eric Farmer's apartment, and she had finally managed to convince herself how 
disgusting it all was, despite the desperate urgings of her body to become 
involved in something like it again. This time she was firm in her resolve 
to have nothing to do with men ... at least with the men at the agency where 
she worked. 

Steve Marquette spoke to her as if nothing had happened that night, and Jo 
hated him for his hypocrisy. In spite of the fact that he was losing his 
hair, he was an attractive man, and Jo knew she might have come to like him. 

Eric Farmer wandered around on the agency floor from time to time. Jo soon 
learned about the continuing affairs he was carrying on with the other three 
women who worked as bookkeepers and secretaries at the agency. At least 
Farmer had the decency to treat her like the rest of the sales force, not 
making any kind of show, which had all the others there wondering whether or 
not the old man was carrying on with Jo as with the other women. Only Steve 
Marquette knew for sure, and he was smart enough to say nothing. Because of 
her sales ability, Jo was slowly but surely starting to bring the agency 
into the black, and one of the secretaries there confided the fact to her. 
She was becoming a power there, but her position was not solid enough. 

The turning point came on the day following the loss of her virginity. And 
said loss happened, appropriately enough, in the back seat of a 
demonstration car. 

It was a Monday evening, and Jo had already made two sales that day. The 
other salesmen looked at her with envy, certain she had used her body to 
make some of the sales, talking purely out of jealousy. Steve Marquette was 
the only one who knew for certain that the young woman had never used her 
body. To date, he had avoided asking her for any more dates, seeing the 
venom in her eyes when she looked at him. But she had become indispensable 
to the agency, not only making a lot of sales, but making a good many of 
them at list price. So he began treating her with great care, even 
increasing her commission percentage a little, knowing it would keep her 
from jumping to some other agency. Successful sales people had their names 
spread around by the parent company, in this case Chevrolet, and Marquette 
knew other agencies in nearby towns would shortly be wooing the young woman. 

That evening, at fifteen minutes before closing time, a tall, burly man with 
a mustache came walking in. He smelled of beer, and his black hair was more 
than a little mussed. A blue and black short-sleeved checkered shirt covered 
his upper torso, and he wore dungarees and moccasins, lower down. His nose 
was red and round, and when he spoke it was obvious he'd had almost no 
schooling. 

He was Jo's "up," and she walked over to him, her own body encased in a 
white blouse and tan maxi-skirt, saying, "May I help you, sir?" 

"Yeah," he snorted, rubbing his nose on his arm. "I own a cab company, and 
I'm lookin' to replace my fleet of cabs." 

"How many cabs?" Jo asked, her heart pounding. 

"Two dozen," he told her. " 'Course I expect to get some kinda fleet 
discount rate." 

"Of course," Jo nodded. 

"Those new midsize cars are too small, I think," he went on. "So I figger 
I'm better off gettin' Impalas." 

"That makes sense," Jo nodded, again. 

"Yeah, but I been pricin' cars all day, and most of the agencies are givin' 
me a fuckin' runaround, bullshittin' me about a lotta things. This is the 
last place I'm goin' today, so I'm tellin' you right now, you talk straight 
to me, and you got yerself a sale." 

"Fine," Jo smiled. "As you can see, we have an Impala here on the floor..." 

"I been sittin' in the front seats of cars all day. To start with, I want a 
demo drive. Got a demo handy?" 

"Certainly," the girl nodded. 

Walking over to the keyboard behind the bookkeeper's desk, she selected a 
key, then led the man outside. 

"I think you'll like this car, Mister uhhhh..." 

"Barker, Andy Barker, but you can call me Andy." 

"All right, Mister Barker," she said, leading him to a car parked in front 
of the showroom side window. 

Jo got in on the passenger's side as Barker slid behind the wheel. He 
started the car, started moving it into the street, turned the corner, and 
drove up the hill. He stopped and started, turned corners, then took it out 
on a wide stretch of boulevard. He drove for more than ten minutes all told, 
finally stopping the car behind a large building near a gas station on an 
otherwise deserted stretch of road. 

"Well," Jo asked, "does the car live up to your expectations?" 

"Yeah, so far it's okay. Has a good trannie. seems to give decent mileage 
with a six. This is a six, isn't it?" 

"That's right." Jo nodded. "It's EPA-rated..." 

"Hey," he snapped, "I told you, no bullshit. EPA ratings are pure bullshit, 
and you know it. Now, let's check out the backseat. It has to hold at least 
three passengers." 

"As you can see," Jo pointed out, "the backseat is very wide." 

"Yeah, well I'd rather find out by sittin' there rather than just talkin' 
about it or lookin' at it. Let's the both of us sit back there together, and 
lemme see for myself just how wide it is." 

Shrugging, Jo left the front passenger seat and sat in back, as Andy Barker 
slid in on the other side. 

"Hey, yeah, lotsa leg room," Barker agreed. 

Jo suddenly felt very nervous. There was something about Andy Barker she 
didn't like. She was unable to put her finger on just what it was about him 
that bothered her, but she didn't like him. The stink of stale beer filled 
the car, and it made her wrinkle her nose. 

"Seems like a good place for makin' out, too," Barker told her, laughing. 

"I suppose," she shrugged. "It's just that the back seat of a car has never 
appealed to me for anything like that." 

"Hey, shit! You gotta try it, girlie," he told her, his fingers reaching out 
and resting on the full swell of her ripe breast as it rested beneath her 
blouse. 

The heavyset man shivered as he felt the delightfully incredible warmth of 
her. The full firmness of her rounded breast seemed to come right through 
the blouse and bra. He tugged his hand away quickly, as if he had touched 
her there by accident. At the same time his eyes wandered down the length of 
her body, looking at the gently curving lines of her sitting lower half. In 
his mind he was already picturing her totally naked, and he liked what he 
imagined he saw. 

She was one of those prim, snooty bitches who reserved her cunt for "the 
right man." He had her spotted immediately. Probably a virgin, a real 
innocent when it came to knowing what was really good. Well, hell, she would 
be making a fantastic commission in the fleet of cars he wanted to buy. Why 
not rip off some ass while he was at it? For all her outward prudishness, 
she was the kind of cunt with enough brains to keep her mouth shut because 
she wanted the sale. Another one of those broads trying to prove she was 
better than most men, and the only way for her to do it would be to complete 
this sale. And the only way for this sale to be completed would be to seal 
the deal with a fuck. 

Andy Barker felt the urgency in his loins swelling, growing, enlarging as 
his erection grew. The thrill of her ripe body voluptuously sitting next to 
him was driving him wild with excitement. He was perspiring, sweltering in 
the radiant heat of the young woman's sensually glowing aura as it swelled. 

As Jo sat back, she felt Barker's arm slip behind her. He looked at her and 
smiled, saying, "Okay?" 

"Uhhhhh ... yes, sure," she replied. The man was acting like a silly, 
immature boy, and Jo refused to be concerned with what appeared to be a 
harmless, innocent act, especially when she thought about all the money she 
would make if this sale went through. Not only that, but her influence in 
the agency would be stronger than ever. Heck, as long as things didn't 
really get out of hand she had no intention of behaving like some childish 
little schoolgirl. Barker's hand came to rest on top of hers, then slowly 
began sliding up her bare forearm, moving higher and higher until his 
fingertips just barely brushed the full curve of her concealed breast. 

Jo suddenly felt her breathing start to quicken. She was nervous, very 
nervous, and looked straight ahead, staring out into the darkness, seeing 
the huge garage to the right, and all the barren, empty wasteland to her 
left. She was slowly becoming terrified, realizing there were no police 
patrols out here. Who needed them? 

Barker's fingers were once again sliding over her nipples. At first she 
thought she might be only imagining it, but with the passing seconds his 
fingers moved more, sending wild tingles through her breast as his hand 
cupped its fullness. 

Barker was fast losing the ability to contain himself, though at this point 
he no longer even had a desire to do so. He had been enough of a gentleman 
while driving the car out here, perhaps because he subconsciously knew he'd 
be fucking this sweet cunt before getting her back to the showroom. Besides, 
all the beer under his belt had made him loosen up even more than he 
normally did. All that seemed to matter to him was that fantastically 
beautiful, smooth young body covered up by all that useless clothing. 

Andy Barker was many things, but the one thing he wasn't was subtle. When he 
wanted something, he didn't play games. He went right after it. He wanted to 
fuck this broad, and that's all there was to it. He moved his hand boldly 
over her softly firm mammary, an overpowering agony of pain welling between 
his anguished thighs. 

"Mister Barker, please" she gasped. "What do you think you're doing? We came 
out here merely to demonstrate the abilities of the car, not me. Please take 
your hand away." And her own hand slowly, gently removed his from her 
tingling bosom. 

The taxi fleet owner laughed to himself, thinking of Jo's behavior as a kind 
of performance she put on with all men. He liked the "hard-to-get" routine. 
It made enjoying her that much greater when the time came. But hell, she 
could struggle from now till tomorrow, but she had to eventually put out, 
because he knew she wanted his order, and he had made up his mind to give 
her the order ... if he fucked her luscious cunt. 

His arms curled around her very tightly, gripping her with far greater 
strength she had ever had holding her, before. He tugged her firmly against 
his body, forcing her face to his as he grinned, letting the smell of his 
beery breath all over her. His hot, brutal mouth came clamping down solidly 
against her softly moist lips, and he slowly eased his weight against hers, 
pushing her down on the seat. 

Jo struggled, but his clamping arms were too tight. She tried turning her 
face away but his lips were pressed too firmly against hers, and now she 
tasted the beer on his breath, as well. It was a horrible taste. 

Barker was unable to contain a nervous chuckle that came out of nowhere as 
he reached over her vainly struggling shoulders and unbuttoned her blouse 
from behind. There wasn't a thought in his brain at that moment other than 
the desire to totally uncover the sweet girl's delectable young body. like 
all brutish men, he didn't think logically, that it was himself he was 
trying to please, but rather that he would be giving this young woman the 
time of her life, thrilling her beyond her wildest dreams. Oh yeah! He'd 
give her a fun time, all right, even if it meant giving a little pain, as 
well. But he knew broads, and this one would be no different from the 
others, at the right time. Before long, she'd be begging him to fuck the ass 
off her, pleading to feel the full length of his cock buried inside her. 
He'd teach this lot little bitch just how it felt to be fucked by a real 
man. She was going to get it from the best. 

"No!" Jo screamed, watching the man laugh at her. "Mr. Barker, stop it, stop 
it, don't do this ... please..." 

She was crying as loud as possible, but all the windows in the car were 
tightly closed, and the Impala was noted for being soundproof. For all her 
screaming, she couldn't be heard outside the car. 

Her fingers stabbed futilely at his face. Jo's hands pulled his hair as she 
struggled hopelessly, slowly but surely coming to understand her situation 
at this point was as hopeless as it had been in Eric Farmer's apartment. 
Words would not deter Andy Barker. It was plain he intended assaulting and 
raping her, and this made her more determined than ever to try and stop him. 

Barker had managed to yank her blouse down around her shoulders after 
unbuttoning it, and now he was tugging it out of the tight waistband of her 
skirt. He ruthlessly swept her flailing hands away and twisted her wriggling 
body to the side, unhooking her brassiere, then tugging the straps down, 
first over her right shoulder and arm, then over her left. He pulled the 
flimsy brassiere free, dropping it on the floor of the car, exposing the 
full, round shapes of her swollen, milk-white breasts. The two mammaries 
bounced and quivered with the fantastic contortions of her sinuous body. He 
held her arms tightly pinned to her sides, then slowly lowered his wetly 
pursed lips to the rounded pink bud of her shimmering nipple. His tongue 
leaped out and brushed the warm, satiny skin of her areola, and Barker 
enjoyed the texture of her peach-soft suppleness, comparing it to the 
delicate flesh of a baby's bottom. The horrified young woman screamed again, 
her head arching back, slamming against the door's armrest. Pain surged 
through her body as Barker's teeth sank into the billowed succulence of her 
mounded breast. His hand shot under her skirt, but she clamped her thighs 
tightly shut. 

"Gonna play hard to get, huh," he laughed, and tore the buttons from the 
side of her skirt, yanking down the zipper, then pulling it off, brushing 
aside her flailing feet. 

Jo shuddered, gasping and choking. She had to fight him off and free 
herself, somehow. 

Once again, Andy Barker's hand slid between her thighs, forcing them to part 
with sheer, brute strength. His fingers fanned themselves apart, but his 
middle finger, like an arrow, shot straight for her vaginal furrow, feeling 
how it was still protected by the wispy sheerness of her tiny, pink bikini 
panties. 

The heat of burning animal desire charged through his stiff, quivering cock 
like a speeding jet plane as, with a frantic, hurried movement, he tore off 
her pantyhose. Jo's long, smoothly tapered legs kicked furiously at him, but 
her strength was waning. The furious struggle she had been going through had 
sapped her energy. 

Andy Barker actually heard the heavy pulsing of pumping blood as it pounded 
in his temples. He focused on the sheer, flimsy panties, the elastic leg 
bands of which were creasing the firm white flesh of her rounded hips. God! 
The woman had a tantalizing body, all right. Christ! She was really put 
together. 

Jo kicked and struggled furiously, but she was fast running out of energy! 

Barker stared at the way the young woman's panties stretched tightly over 
the slightly raised mound of her pelvis, and underneath the gauzy material 
he saw the dark, soft triangle of her wavy pelvic hair at the junction of 
her firm, milk-white thighs. 

Jo felt his mouth clamp tightly to hers, as the aroused fleet owner forced 
another hungering kiss on her. At the same time she fought his hands as they 
attempted to roll her panties down over her hips. She struggled valiantly, 
and Barker soon realized it was impossible to kiss her and remove the 
undergarment at the same time. She was desperately struggling, using hidden 
reserves of strength to protect her innocence, thus increasing the maddened 
passion he felt for her sensually lithe body. 

The gnawing agony in the man's loins had become an overwhelming stab of 
pain. He was no longer able to withstand the fiery torment within himself. 
With a fast, powerful jerk of his wrist he simply tore off the terrified 
young woman's flimsy pink panties, feverishly ripping them from her slender 
hips, revealing her entire softly white form. His mouth salivated at the 
sight of her total nakedness as she lay there helplessly before him. 

His heart pounded like an air hammer. She was really something, and soon her 
tight cunt would be wrapped around his pulsating cock! 

Jo panted as his hands released her, and for a brief instant she thought the 
man had regained his sanity. But then she saw him undoing his own pants, 
yanking down the zipper, and fear flooded her veins anew. Because his grip 
on her was no longer there, Jo was able to lash out with both feet, jerking 
away from him in the narrow confines of the car's rear interior. Had they 
not been so closed in, Jo might have conceivably gotten away from him. But 
there was nowhere for her to go, and Barker, his pants down around his 
ankles, moved like a striking snake, catching her around the waist and 
flinging her back, face-down on the rear seat. He sat on her rubbery 
buttocks as he pulled his shoes, pants, and underpants off, all but crushing 
her with his weight. Then he slid back, sitting on the edge of the seat, his 
hands still firmly clutching the rounded ass-cheeks on which he'd been 
sitting. He stared at the firmly rounded gluteal mounds, their smooth halves 
rubbing together like two volleyballs covered with her transparent, 
goosepimply skin as she writhed and fought like a savage. The dark-haired 
saleswoman twisted herself around in an instant, lying flat on her back. Now 
Andy Barker looked his fill at her nakedly wiggling body, examining her from 
forehead to ankles. Yes, she was something, all right. She was special. He 
didn't know or care if she was really a virgin, but she did have that 
innocent, girlish quality about her, though underneath all that innocence 
she was without doubt a hotly sensual female. Yeah, she had that special 
something about her combining womanliness with a youthful, coquettish appeal 
of a little girl. 

The powerful taxi fleet owner used his feet to shove all the garments on the 
floor into a corner, then he turned his attention back to Jo. Once more, the 
young woman was desperately struggling, as if for her very life, as she saw 
Andy Barker's hotly throbbing cock with its brown stem and pinkish-red 
helmet, wet and glistening from the secretions it was leaking. Eric Farmer's 
penis had been one thing. At the time she'd first seen it, it had looked 
immense to her. But Andy Barker's seemed half-again as thick, and a good two 
inches longer. Good God! Something like that would tear out a woman's 
insides. It was pressing hotly against her thigh, rubbing its leaking oils 
against her soft, white skin, making her cringe. 

Barker was panting and gasping, not from the energy he had expended, but 
from the want he felt for this woman. Shit! It had been years since he'd had 
something this good. His throbbing cock was a pulsating, burning branding 
iron, filled with a burning, raging heat that caused insane agony. His 
throbbing phallus demanded he ease the pain, so the man brutally forced Jo's 
youthful thighs wide apart, though she fought him with what little strength 
she had left. There was no resisting the animal forces making Andy Barker 
strain her thighs apart. His eyes were burning with fevered lust, and Jo 
knew she would not be able to stop him. She strained to push her body away 
from him, but all she did was press her back deeper into the cushioned rear 
seat. She was grateful the seat wasn't vinyl. Her hands covered the 
hair-encircled slice of her vagina in a vain attempt to shield herself from 
this man's insane attempt at ravishment. But he was already between her 
wide-open knees, pushing his cock forward, and the touch of his penile point 
against the guarding fingers heightened his craving for her even more. The 
blood-bloated point trembled with excitement, feeling the backs of her 
quivering fingers, and Andy Barker knew this woman was going to be fucked, 
now. 

"Hey, baby," he gasped. "I gotta fuck you. There ain't no two ways about it. 
Don't fight me, honey. Please, give me that sweet puss, and I'll give you 
the order for the whole twenty cars. You name the price." 

Despite her struggles, Jo was unable to keep her hands covering her hot 
mound. Barker tugged them away, pushing his rock-solid shaft, driving it 
fiercely between her helpless thighs, feeling her quiver and tremble with 
terror. The young woman's warm, clasping cunt lips shut themselves 
automatically, doing their best to refuse entrance to the swollen shaft. But 
Andy Barker was practiced at shoving his hard cock into cunts without the 
use of his hands. He had one foot on the floor for leverage, forcing Jo's 
foot to touch the car floor, as well. The helmeted spear rammed forward, 
pushing between her lips, forcing them to open and then close again, but 
this time they were closing around the rubbery point of his hotly anxious 
cock. 

Jo felt her soft, virginal labia being parted, and then the nose of his 
penile head was pressing between them, working against the tiny hole at the 
bottom of her sucking lips. He was pushing, and her walls were stretching as 
the phallic head moved forward. 

"For God's sake, n-o-o-o-o-o...." she shouted. "PLEASE ... please ... don't 
... DONT ... it huuuurrrrttttssss ... AAAAGGGGHHHHH..." 

Her eyes were filled with flooding tears as she begged to be spared this 
degradation. But Andy Barker wasn't in the mood to hear pleas. His cock was 
throbbing with anticipation, aching to be buried, and with an impatient 
thrust he shoved the lust-stiffened poker forward, cramming it into her 
tight, defenseless opening as the writhing young woman screamed 
hysterically. Pain and terror flooded her body as he brutally and 
unfeelingly continued nailing his fleshy spike into her warmly soaking 
feminine center. He forced hard, widening her tightly narrow walls, pushing 
ever deeper, slicing right through her tender hymen as if it weren't there, 
shredding it into a million pieces. 

Jo felt a wave of agonizing pain completely engulf her, and she found 
herself on the verge of passing out. But the merciful relief of fainting 
would not come to her, and she found herself enduring the tearing pain as 
she gasped for air. 

Barker felt a welcome surge of thrilling relief sweep from his anxious loins 
as the woman's tight walls sucked and pulled, tightening in an unwilling 
knot around the solidly stiff pole of his in-thrusting phallic obtruder. 

The young woman's hot cunt was tight, painfully tight, but he forced himself 
all the way into her, then began thrusting back and forth with the strength 
and power of a wicked savage. And with each forward thrust, he sank the 
crimson-headed pole a bit deeper into her sucking pussy, feeling her tunnel 
wetly cringe. Barker had Jo securely pinned beneath him, pressing on her two 
shoulders, using the foot on the floor to give him the extra drive needed to 
power his throbbing cock even deeper into the wetly frothing center of her 
tightly clutching pussy. 

Jo jerked and twitched her body, her own foot also on the floor, with her 
other foot up on the back sill of the car. The pain continued to pull and 
stretch at her internal self, and her arms beat desperately against the 
man's hairy chest, wildly flailing, hoping the pounding she was giving him 
had some effect as she sobbed and tugged her tortured body in an insane 
effort to yank his hard cock from inside her. She was gasping for breath, in 
total pain, thoroughly exhausted. Her painfully stretched vagina was as wide 
open as possible, and at this moment she realized there simply was nothing 
left for her to do. He had ruptured her hymen. She was no longer a virgin. 

Barker slammed the entire length of his throbbing cock all the way into her 
sucking tunnel, widening it a bit more. He threw all his weight behind each 
forward stroke, feeling the thickness of it open her up even more. 

To Jo, it was a hot torch searing her belly as it rammed in and out, in and 
out. The thrusting cudgel probed into hidden, uncharted depths of her 
vaginal regions, boring like an auger, sinking into the wonderful morass 
that was her seemingly bottomless cunt. And all the while, Jo uttered 
strange, guttural sounds, unable to control herself, wondering if she was 
going to die here, in the back seat of a car. 

Barker's mouth pressed against her face, wetly kissing the hot, streaming 
tears as they poured down her cheeks. His heavy loins continued thrusting 
forward, slamming his penile length brutally into her without a letup. Jo 
wildly spun her head, first left, then right, then left again, tossing her 
thick banner of luxuriant hair about her face and his, as well. Though she 
was almost totally tapped out, she continued to fight with every last little 
bit of waning energy. 

Andy Barker laughingly ignored the feeble blows she rained on him. His hands 
slid down her sides, reaching for, finally finding the soft, warmly rounded 
shapes of her twitching buttocks. He cupped them in his two hands, gripping 
them firmly, then he began raising her twitching ass-cheeks, feeling them 
violently struggle against his grinding pelvis. He thrust harder, with 
renewed strength, plunging his piston into her feminine valve with fresh 
vigor. He, himself, was grunting aloud, and the groans coming from him 
nearly drowned out Jo's tearful sobs. Perspiration coated the man's greasy 
forehead as he rammed his body forward repeatedly, burying the entire length 
of his swollen cock deeper and deeper into the naked young woman's sore and 
ravaged vagina. It appeared to Barker that he no longer had sensation in any 
part of his body other than his penis. He was waiting, waiting, waiting, 
feeling all of his entire inner being concentrated into the single, pulsing, 
devouring, devastating thrill that appeared to grow with every strong thrust 
of his powerful loins. Her wet, vaginal passage was now lubricated with her 
own juices as well as the oils seeping from his hard cock, and her walls 
clamped warmly and tightly around the ever-present phallic instrument. Her 
inner softness was the perfect counter to the solidity of his own hard, 
thrusting cock. 

Jo was helplessly gaffed, and her body was insanely writhing like a 
helplessly impaled butterfly on the end of a stickpin though the feelings of 
pain were slowly but certainly starting to fade. He took his hands off her 
ass-cheeks and sat back a little, putting one hand on top of the back part 
of the rear seat, while his other hand started caressing her pink nipples, 
making them swell and enlarge into coral pellets. Jo felt a telltale thrill 
a long distance off. It was starting to grow stronger with each powering 
thrust into her humidly soft tunnel. She tried crying out a little louder, 
hoping the sound of her voice in her own ears would distract her from the 
enjoyment she was starting to feel. He was speeding up his heavy thrusting, 
enhancing the sensations for her, and Joe knew the end was not too far off. 
The question was, would he be able to hold out long enough for her to reach 
her own satisfaction. She felt the pulsing rod inside her start to swell, 
and she remembered how Eric Farmer's hard cock had swelled even more just 
before unleashing its contents. Andy Barker was going to come very shortly. 
She knew it, she just knew it. Very shortly now, this near stranger would 
empty his sperm-filled balls into the hot tightness of her womanly canal. 
Remembering how long it took for Farmer to empty himself of his own semen, 
she knew this younger, more virile man would take a longer time to pour an 
even heavier quantity of his juices into her body. Her face was contorted 
with a combination of lusting sensations and agonizing humiliation and 
degradation that she was permitting herself to enjoy what this man was doing 
to her. 

The more he worked his hard cock in and out of her body, the faster the pain 
receded, and the greater the thrilling wonders became, sparkling through her 
tender, youthful womanly body. Intermingled with the flashes of decreasing 
pain were the mounting thrills, and little by little Jo's buttocks began 
working in tandem to the way Andy Barker's cock was fucking into her wetly 
heated tightness. Slowly, very slowly, her incensed vagina adjusted itself 
to the thickness of his rampant phallus, and the thrills coursing through 
Jo's body began building into ecstatic fires. She forced her thighs wider 
apart, all the more readily to accept his plunging member, and she gasped 
with each forward stroke, "Unh, unh, UNH, UNH!" 

You really got her going, Andy-boy, he thought to himself. She loves your 
prick, even if she won't admit it. Sock it to her. 

"Yes, oh, yesss" Jo began whimpering, no longer able to retain control of 
herself. 

Fighting it was foolish at this point. He was fucking her and there was no 
way she was going to get him off her until he finally unloaded himself into 
her. The feeling was so good, she was no longer able to fight it. She wanted 
it, she had to have it, and she only hoped to God he'd be able to keep 
himself thick and hard long enough for her to come. 

The hot, hard, heavy length of meaty cock slammed into her tightly crushing, 
weeping depths again and again. Her thighs now clasped his sides, trying to 
hold him inside her as she humped her hot center up again and again, aching 
to pull his pulsating thickness into the hungry depths of her sucking 
vaginal maw. Her crotch battered his pelvis again and again as her seething 
cunt continued greedily devouring his seethingly hot length of heavy meat. 

"Unnnhhh ... more ... more ... more ... hhhhhaaaaannnnnhhhhh..." Jo pleaded, 
and for the first time became aware of Andy Barker's stertorous breathing as 
he, too, wildly gasped for air. His mouth crushed hers as his fingers pulled 
on her distended nipple. Jo's fingers now clawed at Barker's back, urging 
him to fuck harder and faster, and the man instantly complied. 

"I knew you'd be great," Barker gasped between kisses. "Oh God! I know 
broads. And the moment I saw you, I knew damn well you'd out fuck 'em all." 

"Ram it in, ram it in," the young woman insisted, her mind whirling and 
spinning because of the heavy pounding she was receiving, disrupting 
electrical circuits in her body trying to make contact with her brain. 

They became an interlocked mass of hard-fucking flesh as cock and cunt were 
now locked in a wanton, lusting battle, clawing their frenetic, frantic way 
to lascivious satisfaction. 

Barker locked his mouth to Jo's, and the young woman nearly sucked his 
tongue out by the roots. She chewed on his lingual organ, and when he pulled 
it out of her mouth, she gasped, "Deeperrrrr ... FUCK ME DEEPER, DAMN 
YOU-U-U!" 

"You got it, babe," Barker gasped, tugging his throbbing cock back only to 
cram it all the way into her again. 

Jo heaved and bucked, slamming her pelvis against his, meeting the full 
length of the cock in her cunt stroke for stroke. Vibrating sensations of 
lusting delight shimmered through the millions of tiny nerve-endings 
coursing through her body. 

Andy Barker's tongue darted between her lips again and again, but now the 
taste of beer in his mouth didn't bother Jo. Rather it was arousing and 
thrilling, and as his tongue raked over her teeth, she bit it, trying to 
suck the flavor from it. Her own tongue counterattacked, lancing into the 
burly man's own mouth, and she found herself counting his teeth by touching 
them with the tip of her oral organ. 

Jo was alive with lust as the man's hard cock continued thrusting more and 
more strongly into the tightness of her squeezing, clenching pussy, matching 
the way his tongue surged into her mouth. She became aware of the way the 
fleet owner was making his tongue ape his cock, and she realized her mouth 
was being fucked along with her cunt. He was timing the rhythms of both in a 
salacious, flaming cadence that was driving her insane. 

The young woman bucked beneath the man's moving pelvis, riding along the 
stiff length of his hammering cock. Now she was hunched forward, as if 
driving herself up to get every last inch of the massive organ buried in the 
sucking depths of her greedy cunt. One leg pressed into the floor of the car 
to give her better leverage each time she thrust her ass up, and the other 
foot was pressed solidly against the top of the rear seat to strengthen the 
purchase she had on his cock even more. His hands were tightly around her 
now, crushing her full breasts into his hairy chest, and the curls of dark 
hair caused her nipples to burn with more and more anxiety. She was getting 
closer and closer to the top; that exciting peak where she would shriek and 
shudder, for even now she knew the orgasms that would shortly wash over her 
body would be more powerful than the staggering sensations Eric Farmer had 
induced. 

The man's thrusting cock had become a wicked battering ram, shaking her with 
each masterful blow. Her ass-cheeks rolled with lustful delight, rubbing 
against the soft velvet of the car seat. She had chosen well in picking a 
demonstration car. These velvet seats were made for fucking. Each time the 
head of his phallus slammed home in the heatedly wet depths of her sucking 
cunt, his balls slammed against her perineum, and she felt shaken from top 
to bottom. 

"Aaaannnnhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... Godddddd..." she gasped as the rhythmic 
assault continued. "You're ... UHHHHH ... SO THICK! Hhhuuunnnhhhhhh! I'm ... 
uhhhhh ... not used ... ohhhhh ... to..." 

"Yeah, baby," Barker grunted, thrusting all the more strongly into her. "I 
know, I know. I felt your cherry pop just a few moments ago. God, you ... 
ohhhhhh ... have the greatest little cunt ... ahhhhh ... I've ... ooooooh 
... ever ... ohhhhhh ... fucked..." 

The tug, hug, and suction of her fiery tunnel was building massive pressure 
in his straining balls. The blaze was walloping its way through Andy Barker 
as it had never done before. Anyone who said all cunts were the same had 
never fucked this one. Though the young woman was a virgin, her vaginal 
muscles were reacting as if they'd been wrapped around a cock for years, 
tightening, squeezing, pulling, sucking, sucking, massaging, enhancing 
sensations he hadn't felt since he'd been a kid getting his rocks off for 
the first time. Barker thought his brain would melt if this kept up much 
longer. Hell, he pictured the gray mass of his brain turning to liquid and 
seeping down through his body into his balls to mix with his sperm, all of 
which would eventually be blasted into the tight cavern now caressing his 
stroking cock. 

Jo thrilled to the way his hips were moving faster and faster, his pelvis 
chopping into hers with the power and fury of an ax. Each time he pounded 
forward, her head slammed against the arm-support on the rear door. 

"I ... uhhhhh ... knew ... huuuunnnnhhhh ... you'd like it...." he gasped. 
"I ... ohhhhh ... could tell ... hhhaaannnhhh ... the moment I saw ... 
ooooooh ... youuuuuu ... you were meant ... ohhhhhhh ... for 
fuckinnnngggg...." 

"Yessssss ... yesssssss ... yesssssss..." Jo hissed. "Fuck ... fuck ... FUCK 
... you have the greatest cock in the world..." 

The four-letter words were spewing from her lips as easily as if she'd used 
them all her life. She, the pure innocent who used to blush at the word 
"damn" was now using a glossary of vile language as easily as any sailor. 
Sex was new and wonderful to her. She didn't have to love the man fucking 
her to enjoy the length and breadth of his moving cock. All she had to do 
was accept the fact that her body had discovered sex and needed a regular 
supply of it. At the moment, bucking under Andy Barker, it seemed an easy 
premise to take. 

Barker felt his throbbing, aching pulsing penis swell and grow both, longer 
and thicker. It enlarged to where he thought it might drive right through 
her tender body, nailing her to the Chevy's rear seat. His entire body was 
covered with a sheet of slick perspiration, and he panted, wildly gasping 
and choking for breath, his lungs on fire. 

Jo was at the top. There was no stopping. She had to go all the way, and go 
she did, hitting her peak with a vengeance. 

" E E E E E Y Y YYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... HHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... 
GGGGGAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH... GGGNNNNNAAAAANNNGGGHHHCCCHHH...." 

She writhed and twisted and jerked insanely as her orgasm swept over her 
with the power of a whirling tornado, sweeping her up into its center and 
carrying her higher and higher until she was at the very edge of the 
stratosphere. And then the whirlwind simply died, and she felt the ecstatic 
thrill of falling, falling, falling... 

Barker was unable to contain his balls any longer, feeling the way her 
seething cunt had opened up in the process of her climax. The seethingly 
bubbling flood began moving through his small tubes into the full length of 
his rampant organ until it reached the heatedly stroking glans buried as far 
into her sucking tunnel as was humanly possible, scraping the tender walls 
of her soft sheath repeatedly. Jo was still screaming her own enjoyment to 
the world as he pulled back and slammed into her one final time, shoving her 
quivering thighs back so far they almost hit her rib cage. Her ravished cunt 
changed its angle slightly, tilting up a little bit more, giving him even 
more depth, and his exploding cock felt tugged into her very intestines it 
sank so far into her. 

"HHHHHOWWWWWWAAAAAW HHHOWWWAAWWAAGGHHH!" he bellowed, closing his eyes, 
feeling the heavy seed rise higher and higher, and then, like lava from 
Vesuvius, the seething, viscous flow began spurting into her depths, 
shooting from the jerking head of his massively imbedded cock as his final 
thrust almost viciously cut into her tender belly. The girl cried out with 
delight as she felt the heatedly pulsing fluid blasting from his body into 
the many nooks and crannies inside her own teeming cunt. 

As the flash flood burned its way through her body, it occurred to Jo she 
might become pregnant. But even that didn't keep her from enjoying it. One 
of her girl friends, who had been putting out for boys in high school, had 
once told her that if a vagina was douched with warm water within two hours 
of ejaculation, all the sperm would be killed before an egg might be 
fertilized. 

Barker's long, hard staff continued jerking inside her, spasmodically 
shooting every last drop of his seed into her tender body. But eventually it 
ended, and the two of them managed to dress in the back of the car. 

"How much?" Barker asked her. 

"Five thousand dollars per car," she told him. 

"That ain't exactly a group rate," he growled. "Your boss told me I could 
not only get a piece of you, but get a good price." 

Her boss ... Eric Farmer. He was using her body to sell cars. This whole 
thing had been a setup. Well Barker was going to pay. 

"If you want to get another piece of me, it's five thousand per car," she 
insisted. 

"No piece of ass is worth an extra seven hundred bucks a car. That's 
fourteen grand!" Barker told her. 

"I'm not in the mood to play games," Jo told him. "My boss offered you my 
body without bothering to get my okay. Now, I can file for rape against you, 
and even if you win in the courts, your reputation will be so damaged no one 
will want to ride in a Barker Cab. Even if you do manage to stay in 
business, it'll cost you more than the fourteen thousand you're worried 
about paying out, now. But if you work with me, pay my price this time, the 
next time you buy from me, you'll get the full fleet discount, but more 
important, you'll get more than one woman to satisfy what is obviously an 
insatiable lust." 

"And just how d'you plan to do that?" Barker asked. 

"Never mind," Jo told him. "Just believe that I can do it." 

"Okay," he nodded. "You got a deal ... this time. But if you don't come 
through with both, the full discount and more cunt the next time, you'll 
wind up in an alley with your ass broken." 

Jo merely smiled. 

They drove back to the agency where Jo filled out all the papers. She noted 
Tom Kitchbo, the assistant manager, had stayed behind to lock up, and he was 
staring at her bare legs with an evil smile. Jo ignored his looks. She was 
tired and sore inside, and she needed a good night's rest. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The next morning, Jo was scheduled for the early shift and was in at nine 
a.m. When she came in, she sat at her desk and closed her eyes for a few 
moments, putting her legs up on the desk. She was wearing flared slacks of 
blue cotton with suspenders that pulled over her white blouse. 

Andy Barker had worn her out. While the man had enjoyed one climax, she, 
herself, had achieved a series of them. They had hit one right after the 
other, and she'd lost count after the third one. 

"I think these belong to you," a voice said, breaking into her reverie. 

Opening her eyes, Jo looked at the evil face of Tom Kitchbo. He was holding 
up the shredded pantyhose she had inadvertently left in the back of the 
demo. 

'So?" she asked, her mind swiftly working. 

"Now I know how you do it, Jo-baby," he smirked. "No wonder you outsell all 
us men. You offer something the rest of us can't offer." 

"That's none of your business," she told him. 

"Maybe not, but I'm gonna make sure all the guys know for a fact that you're 
a tramp, unless...." 

"Unless what?" 

"Unless I get half the commission, and a stab at that cunt of yours." 

"You know, Tom," she said, sitting up, putting her feet on the ground. 
"There are some people from whom I do not have to take this nonsense, and 
you're one of them. You want to tell the other men? Go ahead. Don't let me 
stop you." 

Kitchbo was taken aback by her attitude. She had always seemed like such a 
prim, proper bitch, always protecting her reputation. Now here she was, 
telling him he could let the whole world know she used her cunt to get an 
order. It didn't make sense. He needed time to think. 

Jo had no intention of giving the man time to think. She got to her feet, 
took the torn pantyhose from his loose grip, then went to the ladies' room. 
There, she burned the pantyhose, using a cigarette lighter in her purse. 
Since coming to work at Long Neck Chevrolet, she had taken up smoking. But 
she was already thinking of giving it up. Since her introduction to orgasms 
she had found the need to smoke almost nonexistent. 

Leaving the ladies' room, Jo went directly into Steve Marquette's office. 
She learned from Marquette's secretary that Steve was upstairs, in the 
training office, the office where he would be training any new salespeople. 
It was right next to the huge storage garage where all the new cars were 
prepped. 

Leaving the office, Jo walked to the rear of the agency, opened a door, and 
walked through. She climbed the two flights of steps and knocked on the 
office door. Marquette's voice told her to come in. 

"Well, well," he said, when she entered. "It's the best salesgirl Chevrolet 
ever had. What can I do for you this morning?" 

"I'm looking for bigger and better things," Jo told him. "I think this is as 
good a time as any to talk about my future." 

"Want more money?" Steve asked, rubbing his bare forearms. 

"Naturally," she nodded. "But I want more than money. To begin with, I want 
to replace Tom Kitchbo as assistant sales manager." 

"And just what am I supposed to do with Tom?" Steve asked. 

"Who cares?" Jo shrugged. "Does Tom sell as many cars as I do? Does he sell 
half as many?" 

"No," Marquette conceded. 

"Isn't the assistant sales manager supposed to sell cars?" 

"Yes," Marquette agreed. "In fact, when the sales force is busy, I lend a 
hand, doing some selling, myself." 

"Exactly. And since I'm the hottest salesperson you have here, I'm asking to 
be made assistant sales manager, with a commensurate salary in addition to 
my commissions. Kitchbo goes." 

"That'll leave us with an empty desk," Marquette pointed out. 

"Not for long," Jo assured him. "As assistant sales manager, I'll fill that 
vacant spot with someone who'll sell rings around everyone except me. 

"You've become a very hard bitch in the past couple of weeks," he laughed. 
"This isn't like you at all." 

"Let's say I'm learning from you and Kitchbo. I want him out." 

"There's no such thing as something for nothing," Marquette told her. "You 
want, and I want." 

"What are you talking about?" Jo asked, her heart jumping into her mouth. 

"You," he told her. "I want you." 

"You might have had me on that first date, but you gave me away. Right now, 
I'm the one bargaining from a position of power. And you know it." 

"And you want more power," Marquette said, standing and going to the door. 
He locked it, and the sound snapped in her ears. "And the only way you're 
going to get it is to deal with the greater power. In this agency I'm still 
a greater power than you. like I said, you, I want." 

Jo felt more and more frightened. Though her body always enjoyed sex, her 
mind was constantly rebelling against it. She had no desire for things to 
start all over again. Even though her cunt was already starting to cream, 
anticipating either a tongue or a cock, her mind refused to accept the idea. 
What was it with these men? Wasn't her performance as a salesperson enough 
to justify what she wanted? This time she was going to refuse. 

"You wouldn't want my body, anyway, Steve," she told him. "I had to use it 
to make certain I got that order last night." 

"Why are you telling this to me?" Marquette asked. "Are you trying to hurt 
me by letting me know someone's gotten to your cunt before me? I suppose if 
I loved you it might make a difference. But under the circumstances I don't 
much care. However, just to show you there are many ways things can be done, 
I'm not going to fuck you." 

For a moment, Jo felt relieved. "That's being smart," she told him. 

As she stared at him, a strange smile played cruelly at the corners of his 
handsome mouth. His eyes were darkly glittering. 

"Instead," he told her, "I'm going to let you suck my cock." 

Jo gasped at the man's obscene remark. How was he able to suggest such a 
thing? The mere thought sent a chilling shiver up her trembling spine. She 
was unable to believe what she had heard. No one ... not Andy Barker, not 
even Eric Farmer had made such a vile suggestion. 

"What in God's name are you saying?" she gasped. 

"I thought I made myself perfectly clear," Marquette told her, the evil leer 
wide on his face. "However, I'll explain it even more fully. I want you to 
take my cock, once it's nice and hard, and put it in your pretty mouth, and 
I want you to start sucking on it. And I want you to keep on sucking on it 
until I ejaculate my semen into your mouth, down your throat, into your 
belly." 

The young woman found herself white with terror. She was aghast at the idea. 
Her mouth flew open in astonished fright. 

"How-how dare you make such a terrible suggestion," she said to him. "You 
have to be the vilest person I have ever encountered. What makes you think 
I'd ever agree to such a suggestion?" 

"Stop playing the outraged woman, Jo. You've decided to make your move into 
the business world in a big way. Big steps require big sacrifices. I'm 
certain such a thing is regarded by you as a sacrifice. Other women would 
laugh at the idea. Go let's cut the crap and get down to it." 

"I think I'm going to leave right now," Jo told him, fear making her voice 
quaver. To cover her fright, she had permitted a rising edge of anger to 
creep into her voice. "You're trying to humiliate me, Steve, and it won't 
work. 

"It'll work," he assured her, returning to his desk, but standing in front 
of it rather than going behind it. "And what's more, unlike Farmer, I have 
no intention of forcing you, physically. I know you have to be made to do 
it, but I won't lay a hand on you. I won't be the one to give you the 
satisfaction, because you'd always be able to say I forced you to do it, and 
I'm not one for using physical force. You can get up and walk out of here 
right now," he said as she flopped back onto the sofa against the opposite 
wall, "and I won't stop you. You can leave the agency and go elsewhere, but 
I'll spread the word around that you're out to push all the present 
assistant managers out of their jobs, and not one of the agencies will risk 
hiring you, no matter how good your sales record is. People on top don't 
like other people trying to shove them out of their jobs." 

"You would, wouldn't you," she angrily snarled. 

"It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, Jo. We all want as much as we can get 
while giving up as little as possible. The other sales managers and 
assistant managers are no different from myself. They'd love to have you on 
the sales force, but not at the expense of losing their own jobs. And you 
aren't the kind of person content to remain anywhere for any length of time 
if there's a higher position waiting. Hell, Jo, I'm not stupid. Once you got 
Kitchbo out, you'd be after my job, next. The only difference is, I can 
always get another job somewhere else. I'm not worried. If I were to leave 
today, Kitchbo would be moved up to manager, and you'd still become 
assistant manager, but you don't want it that way. You don't like Tom. You 
want him out. Fine. I'll dump him today, in the next hour. But you have to 
do what I want, first." 

"I see," Jo nodded, knowing her future success depended on her becoming 
assistant sales manager. "All right, Steve. What do you want?" 

"I think I explained it succinctly enough. I want you to suck my cock. After 
that, I'll use your body as it pleases me until your ready to ace me out of 
this job ... and you will. But until that time comes, you'll either do as I 
say, or I'll sack you. What's more, I'll accuse you of trying to steal. And 
even if I can't prove it, no other agency will be willing to take the chance 
of hiring you with such a stigma hanging over you." 

"You are disgusting," Jo told him, her entire body trembling with shame and 
humiliation. "You're dangling my future in front of me, and all I have to do 
to see it assured is ... oh God! It's so disgusting I can't even say it." 

"That's life, Jo. We all have hopes and desires, and we do our best to 
fulfill those hopes and desires to the best of our abilities, even if it 
means a little sacrifice now and then. Hell, I didn't get where I am without 
making sacrifices of my own. In their own way the sacrifices, as far as I'm 
concerned, were just as great as the one you are about to make." 

"You're so damned sure of yourself," she said, tears filling her eyes. 
"You're so goddamned sure of yourself." 

"See, you're using curse words. You're growing up." 

The young saleswoman closed her tear-laden eyes very tightly, feeling a 
wicked spasm of utter shame travel through the inner paths of her slender, 
youthful body. She felt as if Steve Marquette was once again cruelly 
betraying her. It had been bad enough that first time, when he had turned 
her over to Eric Farmer. With the passing weeks she had been ready to 
forgive him that, but now ... now ... he was proving himself a totally 
corrupt and depraved man whose instincts for self-preservation and 
self-satisfaction meant the continual sacrifices of her own feelings. She 
realized she had still liked him, and his behavior was hurting her because 
she had wanted to go on liking him. But now it was all impossible. He was 
hardening her, making her an antagonist. She'd take his place, someday, but 
not the way he thought. She had to arrange it so he was flushed down the 
drain for taking her for granted, this way. Deep down she had been a 
romantic, and this man was shredding all romantic illusions, making her feel 
like the whore Eric Farmer was trying to make of her. Andy Barker had told 
her the whole story of how Farmer had claimed she was Barker's for the 
taking if he placed his order with the Long Neck Agency. Well she was going 
to prove she was one very expensive whore. 

"All right," she nodded as Marquette sat on the arm of the sofa where she 
was sitting. "Just how do we begin?" 

"Excellent," Marquette nodded. "You're facing reality, already." 

"Yes, she was facing reality, even though she was crying inside. Her 
intestines felt torn apart. The mere idea of doing such a disgusting thing 
made her shudder with agony. 

"Now," Marquette said to her, smiling as if what he had suggested was a 
commonplace thing. "Let's enjoy this. I mean, we don't want to rush into it. 
We'll have ourselves a little fun, right? Take off all those clothes, honey. 
I've never seen your naked body, and I don't want to go through life 
thinking I've missed something." 

His latest comment was absorbed in total silence by the young saleslady who 
was feeling numb with the realization of just what it was she was about to 
do. She stared at the sales manager blankly, a trace of sardonic bitterness 
causing her full, red lips to form a more of disgust. The son of a bitch 
wanted her to take off her clothes ... here ... in the office ... at this 
time of the morning. Well, why the devil not? What did it matter now? He had 
her completely in his power ... for the moment. 

Resistance would not only be futile, but foolish. Perhaps this was her 
punishment for being so ambitious, wanting to make good in a man's world. 
Some strange god or devil was laughing at her, having a good time as her 
moral structure, already filled with holes, came tumbling down the rest of 
the way. There was a scientific law that stated, for every action there was 
an equal opposite reaction. To balance the joy of her getting a job, she'd 
had to permit Eric Farmer to cause her anguish by sucking her pussy. Yes, 
even though her body had enjoyed it immensely at the time, the truth of the 
matter was, it was an abominable act, and it counterbalanced the pleasure 
she'd felt at being told she was permanently on the payroll. And to 
counterbalance the thrill of closing the order for the fleet of Barker's 
taxicabs, she'd had to suffer the indignity of surrendering her virginity. 
Now, in order to become assistant manager and get rid of the detestable Tom 
Kitchbo, she had to ... uuuggghhhhh ... do this thing. 

"Whatever you want," she told him, her voice sounding dull. "Just let's get 
this over with." 

"Don't be ridiculous," Marquette told her. "Just getting it over with is no 
fun. We have to take our time and really enjoy ourselves." 

She watched as he began removing his own clothing, the twinkle in his eyes a 
gleam of delight at the thought of the morning debauchery about to take 
place. Just seeing how happy he was at the idea of what was going to happen 
made her shudder. 

"Would you like some music?" he asked. "I can always turn on the speaker 
attached to the tape downstairs." 

"You mean you want me sucking in rhythm?" she inquired. "You really have a 
distorted sense of humor. Imagine, if you will, my applying my mouth to your 
penis to the strains of Tales From The Vienna Woods, or would you prefer me 
bobbing my head in time to Rock Around The Clock?" 

"I was only trying to introduce a little romance into the atmosphere," he 
told her sarcastically. 

Jo smiled wanly, numb, feeling and thinking about nothing at that moment. 
Just why he was behaving this way was a mystery to her. All he'd had to do 
was be nice to her, and in all probability she might well have ended up 
doing everything he wanted, willingly. He had to be a disturbed person to 
force his will on her, this way. There was no love in his life, no room for 
decency or humanity. 

"I suppose we can skip the music," he laughed. "Whatever rhythm there'll be 
between us we'll create ourselves." 

He was now totally naked, standing in the middle of the small office, 
between the sofa and the desk. Jo noticed he had a hard, wiry body, even if 
there was a little flab around his middle. His hands slid up and down over 
his shoulders, sensuously rubbing them, as if thinking such a move might 
arouse her. 

"I don't feel sexy," he laughed. "I think it'll be up to you to get me in 
the mood. So why not take off your clothing, then prance around the office 
in your birthday suit." 

Obediently, like a beaten animal, Jo slowly undid her blouse, slipped it off 
her shoulders, and placed it neatly on the back of Marquette's chair, behind 
the desk. Then she stepped out of her slacks and lay them over her blouse. 
Then she unhooked her brassiere, letting her breasts fall from it like the 
twin ripe melons they resembled. She had already kicked off her shoes and 
nylon foot-coverings, then slid her white bikini panties off, letting them 
lay on the floor where she dropped them. And now she stood nakedly before 
the licentiously ogling man, stark naked, her creamy flesh nervously 
shivering and trembling as remorse and abject shame began winding her 
through and around her body like serpents on a caduceus. 

"Okay," Marquette told her, sitting on the sofa. "Now strut your stuff in 
front of me. Move it around like the whore you're becoming." 

"like the whore you're turning me into," she angrily bit at him. 

"Whatever," he shrugged. "In any case, you are becoming a whore, so move 
that pretty ass of yours around the office and make me hot for you." 

"I ... I just can't do something like that," Jo gasped, feeling totally 
humiliated. "I'm sorry, Steve, I guess I'm not as hard as you think. Maybe, 
before it's still too late, I can back out." 

"The hell you will," he told her, getting to his feet. Standing in front of 
her, he said, "I've never been a violent man, and I had no intention of 
doing anything physical, but I think you need a slap or two to put you in 
your place. I'm already angry at the thought of even conceiving of violence. 
I swear to God, if you make me hit you, I'll bruise you from top to bottom. 
Now I mean what I say, Jo. One more word of refusal and I'll beat the living 
hell out of you." 

Jo desperately tried holding back the heavy flood of tears building in her 
eyes. In a moment they'd all be spilling down her cheeks. It was obvious the 
men for whom she worked were all a little off-balance, mentally. For all she 
knew Steve was thoroughly insane. God! The sight of him standing so close to 
her frightened the hell out of her. Although she felt nausea in the pit of 
her stomach, caused by revulsion and fear, she knew full well that if she 
didn't do precisely what the man wanted, acquiescing to all his' obscene, 
disgusting demands, there was no telling how badly he might harm her. 

Lifting her head, desperately doing her best to compose herself, she squared 
her shoulders, feeling her heart pounding in her naked breast-beating like a 
thudding mallet until she wondered if she might end up with a heart attack. 

"All right," she gasped, finally gaining control of herself. She began 
walking around the office, but not doing much more than that. "Is this what 
you want me to do?" 

"Oh, for God's sake, put a little something into it, Jo. Stop moving as if 
you're in a funeral procession. Come on, swing those hips. Thatta girl, 
rotate those ass-cheeks of yours. Keep 'em moving." 

Sinking her teeth into her lower lip to stem the rising tide of anger in 
herself, Jo did her best, swaying, rotating her hips, making her buttocks 
shake a little as she continued walking back and forth. 

"Much better," Steve admitted. "See what you can do when you try. Hell! You 
might not admit it, but you're enjoying it almost as much as I. It pleases 
you to know you can turn a man on, even if the man is someone like me. Now, 
use your hands to press your breasts together, then look at me and run your 
tongue over your lips." 

Continuing to walk, Jo placed her shivering palm against the soft fullness 
of the sides of her breasts, for the first time really feeling their rounded 
contours, and then she lightly squeezed them together. At the same time she 
looked at Marquette, feeling the power within her, knowing her body had a 
strength to excite the man. When her tongue leaped out and encircled her 
lips, she did it wanting to make him hot. 

"Terrific," Marquette told her. "With a little practice, you might turn into 
a really first class whore," he said, taunting her, reveling in the power he 
held over her. He slumped back on the sofa, one hand gripping the arm and 
the other clutching a sofa cushion as his rapidly hardening penis began 
enlarging. The young woman's awkward attempts to please him were having a 
far stronger effect than he would have believed. 

Jo stared at his enlarging cock. Though not as monstrous as the one attached 
to Andy Barker, it was still considerably longer and thicker than Eric 
Farmer's. Something like that would fit very nicely in the tightness of her 
creaming cunt. 

Marquette was having a field day. It wasn't often he had such total control 
over a voluptuous female, and he wanted to make the most of it, taking full 
advantage of her body. She was meant to be fucked, and if he'd had a second 
cock, he'd have done just that. Right now, the girl had to learn who was 
boss. A lesson in humility was definitely something she needed, and the best 
way to humble her was to make her suck his hard dick. 

"Okay," he told her, "now stand still, bend over backwards, and give me a 
clear view of your tight little pussy." 

Jo didn't know why, but the thought of him staring at her cunt thrilled her. 
She hated him now, feeling nothing but loathing for him as a human being 
because of the way he was shaming her, yet the idea of exposing her vagina 
to his face sent shivers through her. Obediently, she stopped before him, 
staring down at the way he lolled on the sofa, his stiff rod extended from 
between his thighs like the scepter of a king. She spread her thighs wide 
apart, leaning back until her arms, stretched behind her, rested with her 
palms flat on the desk. Her naked, hair-fringed slit was actually sticking 
out, pointed at him. 

"Wider," Marquette told her. "Much wider. Use one hand to separate the wet 
lips of your hot, seething cunt, honey. I can see by the juices dripping 
from it that even if you aren't crazy about all this, your body is all 
heated up. Come on, tug those sweet lips apart." 

Feeling humiliated even more by the man's tone of voice, Jo swallowed hard, 
forcing back her anger and loathing, and she even managed to smile a little 
as she spread her legs wider apart, then brought one hand around, placing 
her fingers on either side of the fluted lips of her obscenely exposed 
pussy. Her fingers dug into her labia, tugging them apart, slowly, very 
slowly separating the hair-lined lips so that Steve Marquette was able to 
wantonly stare at the soft, trembling slash of her sweet vaginal flesh. 

"Just like the rest of you," he murmured, moving his face so close to her 
wide-open vagina that she felt his breath on it. "Really nice ... yeah, I 
can see why the old man was so hot to eat your cunt, honey. You have really 
tasty looking cunt lips. Tell me, Jo, what do you think of my cock?" 

"What?" she asked, standing straight. 

"I asked what you thought of my cock. You've seen at least two others in 
your lifetime to which you can compare it. So tell me what you think of 
mine." 

"I never thought about it," Jo lied, blushing furiously. 

"Come, come," Marquette cautioned. "There should always be honesty between 
us." 

Jo turned her eyes from his body, and said, "It's ... uhhh ... fabulous. I 
mean ... it looks ... uhhhh ... terrific..." 

"Turn your face toward me and look at my cock, Jo. Take a really good look 
at it and let me see the hunger in your eyes. Come on." 

Taking a deep breath, Jo swallowed, then slowly forced herself to turn her 
head and allow her eyes to focus on the massive length of throbbing 
pulsating, bone-hard meat. 

"I-it's quite nice," she gasped. 

"Oh, it's better than nice, Jo. Remember, this is the penis on which you 
will shortly be sucking. So it had better be more than merely nice. It's 
tasty, delicious, savory, appetizing. It's a great many more things than 
merely nice." 

She tried, struggling to get the words out, but was unable to say them. "I 
... c-c-can't," she gasped. 

"Ah, but you can, dear girl," Marquette assured her. "Simply say, 'You have 
a wonderful cock and I want to taste it.' " 

"You ... you..." but the words stuck in her throat. 

"Playing games again, Jo? Come on, the faster you say what I want to hear, 
the faster we move onto the next phase of the operation, and the faster we 
get it over with. So just tell me how wonderful my prick is, and how you're 
dying to eat it all up." 

"You ... have a-a-a wonderful cock," she gasped. "Yes, yes, it's a beautiful 
cock. And I want to ... uuggghhh ... taste it...." 

"Good ... good ... that wasn't so hard, was it? You know, Jo, if you weren't 
such an uptight little bitch, you would be one swinging chick. Yeah, you'd 
sure be able to make a lot of men happy. What the hell! I guess you need me 
as a teacher, huh?" 

"If you mean as a teacher concerning the ways of the world and the cruelty 
with which people treat one another, I guess you're right," Jo nodded. "I'm 
learning lessons I'm-likely to never forget." 

"I mean I'm teaching you not to be such a prissy pussy. I'm just what you 
really need, aren't I." 

"I suppose," she shrugged. 

"Sure, I'm perfect for you, Jo. Now tell me just how much you want to suck 
my cock. Put some feeling into it." 

"You son of a bitch," she murmured. "You won't let up, will you." 

"Come on, Jo. Say it. I want to hear it." 

"All right, all right. I want to suck your cock a lot. Is that good enough?" 

"No!" he bellowed. "It is not good enough. It is not nearly good enough. I 
want you to say it like you really mean it, because by the time you've 
finished, you will have really meant it. Now get down on your knees in front 
of me and let me hear you beg to suck my cock. Come on, Jo. On your knees 
and start begging like my cock is the tastiest thing in your whole world." 

Oh, my God! Jo screamed inwardly. I can't stand this. I can't take it. How 
can any man be so cruel. This is a horrible nightmare. 

Nevertheless, she slowly sank to her knees, letting them press into the 
threadbare carpeting. Now she was prostrate before the lewdly slumping man, 
his heavily pulsing stiffness throbbing up and down, beckoning her closer, 
standing up and out before her eyes like an obscene vision. 

"Please let me suck your cock," she whimpered. "I want to taste it." 

"Beg me, you sweet bitch. Beg me like you really mean it." 

"For the love of God, let me suck your cock. 

Let me put it in my mouth and roll it around, and lick it with my tongue. 
Please, please, PLEASE, let me suck your cock." Her voice was high-pitched 
and whining, crooning almost incoherently. The idea thoroughly nauseated 
her, and the more she pleaded with him to allow her to do this sick thing, 
the more ill she felt. She was gagging, almost ready to regurgitate as she 
found herself shouting the obscene words, as if thinking of this as a 
punishment for her ambitions. Yes, yes, she had to be tortured for trying to 
shunt others aside while making her way in this man's world. "YES!" she 
screamed. "LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK! I want to fill my mouth with it ... to 
taste ALL of it ... to push it into the farthest recesses of my throat ... 
please ... please ... oh please let me suck that delicious COCK!" 

"Now you've really caught the spirit," he told her. "Since you've pleaded 
your cause so winningly, I have no choice but to pay heed. By all means, 
open that pretty little mouth of yours and start sucking." 

Abruptly he was on his feet no longer lying on the sofa, standing almost 
menacingly above her like some kind of barbarian lord hovering over a slave, 
his eyes shining and glazed with burning lascivity. Jo's face was poised 
directly in front of the angrily pulsating point. She stared at the way it 
reared in front of her like a hideous snake, bloated with desire, the glans 
a vibrant red. Slowly he squeezed the shaft under the head, making the 
dome-like bluntness swell even more. She heard him panting with perverse 
excitement. 

"Now, Jo," he whispered, "prove to me you're every bit the whore I've 
believed you to be. Start sucking." 

The young woman had her eyes scrunched tightly shut at this moment as she 
knelt in trembling humiliation before him. The mere idea of putting that 
swollen tool between her lips made her disgusted.. 

"Look at me," he snarled, grabbing her long dark hair roughly, tugging her 
head back so her face was pointed up. 

Slowly, very slowly, Jo opened her eyes and stared straight up, looking at 
the gleaming tip of his shuddering prong, seeing the droplet seep from the 
tiny slit of his gleaming red penile point. The smooth, swollen bulb of his 
throbbing cock seemed like a steel helmet at that moment, and beneath it was 
the rigidly erect soldier of his penis. It looked so immense, so huge in 
front of her eyes. She had to get away from it. Jo tried pulling away, 
terrified and repulsed by the throbbingly massive giant so close to her 
face. 

"Suck it, you bitch," Marquette snapped, letting her know just what he 
thought of her. "You take the whole thing into your mouth and coat it with 
saliva, and you suck it until it spits sperm into your throat." 

Jo was crying now, silently weeping like a little girl as tears streamed 
out, running down her cheeks. She remained kneeling in front of the man, 
unable to move, yet she was unable to take her eyes from the glittering head 
of the throbbing shaft as it continued to lewdly pulsate. The head was 
gleaming an iridescent red, while the hole was another shade of red, though 
near the base it was a pale white. And winding through the sinewy shaft was 
a webbing of many blue veins. The white base disappeared into a bush of 
medium-brown pelvic hair, all thatched and curled. She stared at the heavy 
clump of wrinkled flesh that was his scrotum, seeing the outlines of the two 
egg-shaped balls inside the hairy sac. Each seemed to be the size of a hen's 
egg, and as the dazed young woman stared at them she noticed the balls 
seemed to be leaping up and down as the scrotum slowly tightened around 
them. Their very movement seemed to threaten Jo, making her feel as if they 
were laughing at her while working overtime to manufacture the heavy semen 
she would be expected to swallow. The idea of torrents of heavy white seed 
flowing down her throat, filling her belly, made her want to retch. The 
tortured young girl shivered and choked. The idea of performing such a 
heinously disgusting act made her gag with loathing. Such things had never 
once occurred to her in the twenty-two years she had been alive. It seemed 
like the most horrible thing a man might make a woman do. God! How 
disgusting! She just couldn't go through with it. 

Jo raised her eyes, staring at the man tormenting her, gazing at him with 
imploring eyes, as if pleading with him for mercy. But Steve Marquette's 
only response was to sneer at her with domineering arrogance, licentious 
lust glittering like wildfire in his burning eyes as they bulged in 
expectation. His hands reached down and tangled themselves in her hair, 
roughly pulling her head forward as he placed his heavily quivering, thickly 
oiled cockhead against the red lipstick coating of her tightly clamped 
together lips. 

"Stop this nonsense," he told her. "We have an agreement. So open your mouth 
or I'll have to force you." 

Jo wept, realizing she had no choice but to obey. The man was a truly vile 
individual. She would have to accept this humiliation now, but one day her 
turn would come, and she'd make him pay dearly for the way he was degrading 
her. Slowly, very slowly, she parted her trembling lips, and gulping back 
inner spasms of shame, allowed the throbbing penile point to slowly push its 
way into her open mouth. 

"GGGNNNNGGGGHHHH!! ! " she gasped, instantly pulling back, letting the knob 
slip from between her lips. His colorless lubricant coated her lips and the 
tip of her tongue, and more of it was bubbling from the head of his penis in 
wild anticipation of what was to come. 

"Come on, Jo," he murmured again. "Let's get right down to it and do the job 
right." 

He gripped her hair more tightly and forced half of the redly glistening tip 
back between her quivering lips, feeling the anxiety in them as they 
unwillingly clamped on the swollen bulb. Jo feebly tried working her lips 
around the rubbery hardness, but the harder she tried the more difficult she 
found it to fit the swollen member any deeper into her constructed mouth. 
Its bulk was massively incredible, and her lips were being stretched wider 
and wider. 

Marquette, now inflamed and excited to the point where all reason had fled 
from his lust-incited mind, now impatiently gripped the base of his 
throbbing cock with one hand, and with the other, tightly twisted the 
kneeling Jo's long hair. He pushed forward with all his strength, roughly 
forcing half the length of his steaming rod into the young woman's tight 
mouth. The muscles in her jaws relaxed just enough to allow her lips to oval 
themselves around his penile hardness. 

Jo gagged, trying to tug her head back, futilely fighting to keep more of 
the throbbing organ from entering her mouth. Her sharp-pointed teeth raked 
painfully against the man's rigid phallic spear, making him yelp like a 
wounded animal. He wanted to slap her for causing him pain, but the pain 
aroused him even more. He was enjoying the pressure of her teeth. His 
licentious ardor was built to an even higher peak, mounting urgently as his 
body quivered with masochistic delight. 

Jo gagged and struggled, feeling more and more of the throbbing organ fit 
itself into her tight mouth. When the head rubbed against her throat, she 
was certain he would stop in spite of his having more than two inches 
protruding from between her lips. But he didn't stop. He kept pushing 
forward, and she felt the bullet-shaped glans pressing itself into her 
gullet, and now she was certain she would strangle to death. It sank ever 
deeper, making her choke, and then she felt the hairs of his pelvis brush 
her lips, and she realized he was all the way in. Every last solid inch of 
cock was buried in her mouth and throat. 

Marquette clamped her head tightly with his two hands, forcing her face 
solidly against his groin. Yes, every last little bit of his cock was in her 
mouth, and feeling the way her pharynx tightened around his penile point 
sent shuddering tremors of lust blistering through him like lightning 
sparks. His throbbing cock was being squeezed by the muscles in the throat 
to which it had been stuffed. He felt her esophagus tightly contracting 
again and again. Then, suddenly, with a low grunt from deep in his vibrating 
chest, he tugged back, and before she was able to catch her breath, slammed 
forward again, plunging every last inch of his achingly alive phallus far 
into the recesses of her tight gullet. She felt his weighty, pendulous, 
hairy testicles slapping solidly against her chin and throat, and her 
nostrils involuntarily flared wide as she inhaled the strong, pungent odor 
of his maleness. 

Fresh tears filled Jo's eyes, this time because of the totally helpless 
position she was in, gagging and choking because of the heavy penis powering 
into her throat as he lewdly rotated the heavy head of his pulsating penis 
against the back part of her pharynx, while the stem of his throbbing cock 
massaged her aching palate. He shoved his penis back and forth powerfully, 
coating it with her dripping saliva. Because she was unable to close her 
mouth, sputum fell from her jaws like slaver, falling onto the carpet 
beneath, as well as onto her knees. 

By sheer force of will, Jo Palmer, humiliated and tortured as she was, found 
herself able to endure the man's continually increasing strokes, and little 
by little she felt her lips widening as her muscles relaxed. Her throat also 
enlarged, thereby lessening the strangulating sensation she had been 
feeling. Most of the tightness within had occurred simply because she had 
fiercely resisted him. She came to understand that by surrendering to 
Marquette's desires and doing what he wanted her to do, she was at least 
sparing herself a lot of unnecessary torment. Pain was the one thing she 
didn't need. Sensing the beginning of her surrender, Marquette relaxed the 
strong, pulling, vise-like grip he had on her hair. 

Immediately grateful to him for not pulling her hair out of her head, Jo 
decided to make a tentative effort to please the sales manager. If she 
strove to make him happy he might not hurt her as much as he'd been doing. 
And then surprisingly, without any conscious effort on her part, she found 
her mouth was sucking, of its own volition. It was involuntarily moving 
around his burrowing stiffness with a soft, gentle rhythm of its own, 
opening and closing slickly around the rough, intruding length of heavy 
thickness. Her tongue began darting this way and that, wiping the under part 
of the heavy cock. It moved tentatively at first, touching the tiny slitted 
opening in the head each time his phallic pole pulled back while her teeth 
grated on the taut string on the underside, pressuring it again and again, 
sending new, fresh thrills shooting and charging through the man's madly 
thrusting loins. The licentiously aroused manager moaned with lusting 
pleasure, pleased the girl was finally doing what he wanted. And he had to 
admit, now that her mouth was doing it, she was doing it well. 

The young woman was startled and amazed to discover she seemed to have what 
appeared to be an almost instinctive sense for pleasing the man. She sucked 
strongly, making loud, lewdly wet noises as her smacking lips compressed 
around the pulsating shaft between them. Little by little her sucking began 
taking on a definite deftness that mounted with each passing second. 
Somewhere deep down inside her unconscious mind, Jo found herself in 
instinctive possession of full knowledge when it came to satisfying a man's 
lurid appetites with her mouth. Now this maddening information was charging 
headlong into her consciousness, obliterating all the mental hate she had 
for herself. She was functioning as if under some strange control, and what 
was worse, she found herself starting to like it. 

Inwardly, Jo felt a sense of gratitude that she was able to do all this and 
not choke to death. The shame she had been feeling was completely swept 
aside by this inner barbaric aspect of herself. It was taking total command 
of her shuddering body. And then, in a final act of complete surrender to 
the wickedly salacious act she was being forced to perform, her own hands 
reached up and tightly gripped the flexing muscles in the man's taut, 
powerful thighs. 

Steve Marquette's heart was pounding like the proverbial trip hammer as his 
thighs bucked back and forth, fucking his swollen prick ever forward into 
the hungering cavern of Jo's widely open mouth. Her lips were tightly ovaled 
around his throbbingly hard length of meatiness as the man fucked her mouth 
with ever-growing intensity. She felt the pulsating helmet rasp harshly 
against the roof of her mouth, creating more saliva, all of which she 
swallowed as she wildly sucked on the hard cock. 

Marquette moaned with a loud, bestial satisfaction as he continually pressed 
the helmeted head of his lust-swollen length of penile flesh into the hot, 
wetly tight smoothness of her squeezing gullet. Shivers of lurid ecstasy 
were wildly coursing through the sales manager's nakedly arching body. 

With each passing moment, Jo felt a mounting excitement rapidly building 
higher and higher as untouched nerve-endings in her esophagus were suddenly 
finding themselves stimulated. Her reeling brain had been once again 
completely torn away from the mounting shame and guilt she always felt at 
the start of a sexual bout. She eagerly and anxiously began running her 
fingers over the tender sac of his wrinkled scrotum as he continued 
thrusting his hotly lancing cock into her mouth. She felt the pulsations in 
his jumping balls, even with his scrotum pulled tightly against his body, 
sensing the virility in them. Tiny mewls of involuntary pleasure started 
squealing from deep in her cock-occupied throat as her feminine instincts 
slowly but surely attuned themselves to the throbbingly salacious rhythm of 
the man's forcibly thrusting loins. 

Sensing the young saleswoman's intensifying fervor, Marquette's own 
lascivious delight enlarged enormously. The pressure of her mouth was 
becoming greater, and he had to admit, though this was her first time at 
this, she was already outclassing all the pros he had ever encountered. His 
body became sizzingly hot, and every inch of his moving, hard-muscled frame 
was flush with forbidden passion. He continually crammed every last inch of 
his wetly swollen cock almost insanely into Jo's hungrily working, greedy 
mouth. He repeatedly shoved his tautly straining hips forward with all the 
barbaric strength and lust inside him. 

Jo was sucking hungrily and anxiously now, thrilling to the rich, meaty 
taste of him. She was rapidly becoming enveloped in a licentious, 
all-encompassing torrent of total sexuality. A hotly tingling lust trammeled 
through every part of her nakedly kneeling body. Her mind was totally and 
completely lost in the steady, continuously licentious pounding of his 
thickly swollen penis as it continued slamming into the heated depths of her 
tightly constricting throat. The young woman had become completely absorbed 
in helping him reach his long-awaited orgasm. 

Incredibly, between her own thighs, her tautly wet vaginal walls were 
starting to hotly throb and pulsate, unconsciously maintaining a sympathetic 
beat with his moving penis. The excitement had become overwhelming for Jo, 
mounting more and more swiftly as the wetly dripping female secretions 
seeped from the tender slit between her thighs, running down her inner loins 
to her knees and onto the carpet. Her softly pulsing cunt lips worked like 
the mouth of a guppy, opening and closing, keeping time to the way the 
massive cock was crammed into her squashing pharynx. The labia looked like 
fragile petals waving in the wind as the thin, hair-framed edges of her 
hotly aching pussy continued expanding and contracting with the in-and-out 
thrusts of his cock. Her tightly pulsating cunt was behaving as if the heavy 
penis was being thrust into it rather than her working mouth. 

"Ummmmmmmmm..." she hummed, her voice sending wild vibrations through the 
length of his cock as her tight lips continued pulling and sucking. 
"Ummmmmmmmm!" 

Jo's own loins were jerking, twitching and churning with extraordinary, 
rotating motions of licentiously warm sensuality. Her ears picked up the 
sound of Marquette's grunting and groaning in wildly wanton abandon as he 
stood over her, a mighty colossus, pounding his pelvis back and forth, 
ramming his hairy groin into her pretty face with the steady force of a 
pounding sledge hammer. His hard, straining cock seemed to push itself ever 
deeper into the heatedly wet, sucking depths of her tight esophagus, now 
thoroughly enjoying the reception it was receiving. 

"Huuuunnnnhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh ... thatta girl, Jo ... ooooooh..." he cried 
out. "Oh baby, baby, keep on sucking it. You're terrific. You have the best 
mouth I've ever known... 

AHHHHHHH..." 

The sadistic sales manager knew his ejaculation was not too far away. His 
heavy, swollen balls were pressing against the tightly constricting wrinkled 
sac encasing them, and a deep, aching sensation made them hurt. Secure in 
the knowledge his sperm would soon be triumphantly released, he redoubled 
the speeding thrusts of his hard cock into her mouth and throat. He slammed 
the heavy length in with merciless abandon while Jo, now totally blinded 
with passion surrendered herself to the animal abandon hidden inside her. 
She sucked more hungrily than a kid at a nanny's teat, chewing voraciously 
on Marquette's cock, thrilling to its smoothness. In her mind she pictured 
it to be a peeled banana just waiting to be bitten hard enough. 

Dimly Jo understood she was acting like a tramp, a whore, a gutter bitch, a 
wanton slut, and yet, as repulsive as the forced cocksucking had seemed to 
her initially, her feverish, lust-wracked body now responded with equally 
anxious, lusting abandon. 

Marquette's obscene demands, which had originally almost caused her to 
regurgitate, now thrilled and chilled her beyond belief. Perhaps it was 
degrading and shameful and all the other things she had originally believed 
it to be, but the very perverseness and inescapability of this particular 
situation had become vastly thrilling and exciting to her. She was being 
forcibly made to suck the salaciously bloated cock of a sexually twisted man 
while kneeling before him like some helpless slave, and the hidden masochist 
in her was enjoying it all immensely. The truth was, she was enjoying 
herself, really enjoying herself. Hot, burning moisture was dripping wetly 
down her thighs, seeping from her helplessly contracting vaginal interior, 
wetting her hairy cunt lips. And her cunt's mouth continued opening and 
closing as if it had a will all its own. A fierce pleasure was flooding 
through her own body as she realized the penile head, rubbing inside her 
pharynx, massaging all the hidden nerve-endings in there, was building an 
orgasm in her own body. She hadn't expected to feel a climax this way, and 
was more than agreeably surprised to sense it lurking, ready to spring on 
her. Violent pleasure tore through her body with gale wind force, making her 
revel in subjugation. The tingling sensations in her throat were being 
transmitted to her vagina, and then the orgasm spasmed through her taut 
body, filling her with delightful rapture. 

"UUUUUKKKKKUUUUUNNNNN-CCCHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!! ! " she gagged as her throat 
tightly contracted. She was in the throes of a wild orgasm, and the 
tightening of her gullet behind the corona of his phallus set Steve 
Marquette off, as well. 

"OHHHHHH ... GODDDDDD ... I'M ... UHHHHHH ... COMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGG- 

GGG ... AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH ... OOOOOOOHHHHHMMM-MM ... 
HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGG ... EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH..." 

And he began spasming and convulsing. A thick jet of milky white liquid 
suddenly exploded from the tip of his quivering phallus. His throbbing cock 
jerked madly up and down again and again, shooting relentlessly into the 
woman's hungrily open and receptive throat. 

At first the ejaculation of the thickly spurting joy juice, Jo felt shocked 
for a moment as she remained kneeling before Steve Marquette. The force of 
his erupting sperm made her gag and choke for an instant. But as gush after 
gush continued streaming into her open throat, clogging her mouth and 
ballooning her cheeks, Jo knew she had to swallow it or drown. Her first 
tentative swallow was performed with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. But 
after the first swallow she began eagerly gulping the fluid down, feeling it 
abet her own series of orgasms as they blasted through her body. 

Finally, when the penis was shrunken and empty, Marquette pulled it from her 
lips, then looked down at Jo, and said, "You don't fool me, Jo. You enjoyed 
sucking my cock, didn't you." 

Yes, she thought to herself, ashamedly. I did enjoy it. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

In the early afternoon, Jo made another sale. She left the agency at three, 
secure in the knowledge Tom Kitchbo had been fired. The only thing that 
worried her now was Steve Marquette. He had enjoyed her mouth so much, he 
had told her he expected repeat performances in the future. His attitude 
made her hate him, but her lustful feelings frightened her more than 
Marquette ever would. She recalled how much she had enjoyed drinking his 
sperm. This made her more disgusted with herself than ever. How in the name 
of heaven was she going to be able to remove the urge for these licentious 
feelings from her own body once she had achieved her goal? It was like 
heroin. The more one took, the more one needed. Cold Turkey was the only way 
to break the grip of heroin. It had to be the only way to break the hold her 
salacious emotions had on her. But even as she thought these things, she 
licked her lips, still tasting the flesh and liquid of Steve's hard cock. 
Each spurt of semen down her throat had caused her to feel another 
shuddering climax roar through her slender body. This was wrong, all wrong. 
Dear God! She had to get hold of herself now, or she would be lost to 
lascivity forever. 

She had a busy afternoon ahead of her. For one thing, she had to keep her 
promise to Andy Barker. When he returned, next year, she had to have a whole 
lineup of fresh, different women for him. This she would accomplish a little 
at a time between now and next year, but today she had to take the first 
step. And that first step was a blonde by the name of Judy Kirsten. Judy was 
the kind of girl to make any man forget about his wife. 

Jo had known Judy since the two had gone to elementary school. In high 
school, Judy had always been free and easy with her body, getting lots of 
dates. And when the other girls went to college, Judy was freelancing as a 
prostitute. Judy was still a freelance whore. More than once pimps from the 
Mob had visited her, warning her she had to fall into line and donate some 
of her money to the Family. Judy had told them all to drop dead. And when an 
enforcer had tried throwing acid in her face, Judy had avoided the acid, and 
with her long hair pin, she had lanced both his balls as if they were boils. 
Then she had gone to see the local head of the Mob, and she had told him in 
no uncertain terms the only way to get her off the streets would be to 
sacrifice at least two of his boys, because she intended killing any other 
members of his organization who came anywhere near her. The local godfather 
felt one whore wasn't worth losing two of his soldiers, and she had received 
a temporary dispensation to operate on her own, provided she stayed away 
from certain lucrative areas where mob girls operated. 

From the time she had started high school, Judy had always had a mature look 
about her. As the years went by, that mature look turned into a hardened 
appearance, letting men know they were dealing with a woman who knew her 
business ... for the right price. She had long, blonde hair, flashing green 
eyes, and a svelte torso with large breasts and wide hips. And though she 
always dressed in the most expensive outfits, business wasn't as good as it 
had been, and Judy knew it wouldn't be long before she might have to get 
herself a pimp. 

It was four-thirty in the afternoon when Jo walked into the bar where Judy 
conducted most of her business. It was a middle-class bar, and the bartender 
tolerated Judy because she was quiet about her work, always taking a 
customer into the back room, and always giving the bartender ten percent of 
her action. At the moment it was too early for any interested men, and Judy 
was having a late lunch at a rear table in the bar. She recognized Jo 
instantly. 

"How are things?" Jo asked, sitting across from Judy in the darkened bar. 

"I'm glad you didn't ask 'how's tricks,' " Judy told her. "Show's you have 
couth." 

"Hey, I always thought we were friends," Jo said. 

"I suppose," Judy nodded, eating a forkful of hamburger. "It's just that in 
a job like this one tends to become embittered, after awhile." 

"Suppose I could get you a better job?" Jo asked. 

"Hey, come on, Jo. Don't fool around, huh. Things are bad enough without you 
trying to kid me. No one wants a hooker working for them." 

"Judy, I'm not kidding. I can get you a sales job where you could earn 
between two and three-hundred dollars a week, maybe more." 

"I'm earning that, now," Judy told her. 

"Let's be honest," Jo said. "Your future prospects here aren't too good. 
This job has a future, including a company pension, and if you know how to 
use your body as well as I think, you'll be making a heck of a lot more than 
two hundred a week. I'm assistant sales manager at an auto agency. I want 
you to sign on as a sales girl. If you can start bringing in fleet sales by 
making out with the owners that come in, you'll be making thousands in 
commissions." 

"Hey, are you serious?" Judy asked. 

"Dead serious," Jo told her. 

"Why me?" Judy wanted to know. 

Jo explained what had happened to her with Eric Farmer, Andy Barker, and 
Steve Marquette. "You see," she told Judy, "I need someone who can take 
their minds off me when it comes to sex. Eventually I'm going to replace the 
entire sales force with girls. But I don't want to be forced to use my own 
body, again. It's driving me crazy. I can't stand it, especially when they 
force me to do all those horrible things." 

"Who're you kidding?" Judy laughed. "What you're afraid of is, learning to 
love it the way I love it." 

"I just hate being forced," Jo insisted. 

"What you need is a little gentle loving," Judy said, smiling. 

"It doesn't exist," Jo bitterly remarked. 

"Hey look, if you're serious about that job, I'll take it," Judy told her. 
"Which means I don't have to work in this place any longer. Why don't you 
come with me, right now." 

"Where?" Jo asked. 

"There's this place I know, a kind of a woman's spa. Most of the women have 
gone home at this time of the day. We can be alone there, and you can sit in 
a hydro-bath and really let the tension flow out of you. How about it, huh?" 

"Sure," Jo nodded. "I was only going to my apartment, anyway." 

"You're a good kid, Jo," Judy said, as they rose from the table. "You 
could've gotten any one of a dozen other hookers for this job, but you 
picked me. I'll work for you, Jo. I'll break my back for you. We'll make 
good, together." 

"I know," Jo told her. "That's the main reason why I picked you. If things 
work out the way I hope, when I eventually become manager, you'll be the 
assistant sales manager. I need loyalty, Judy." 

The two left the bar and got into the Chevrolet Monza Jo was driving. It was 
one of the demo cars. Jo could have had her pick of any car in the place, 
but at the moment she enjoyed the Monza. Following Judy's directions, she 
soon found the spa the blonde had mentioned, and parked the car in the rear 
lot. The two went inside together. Judy was a permanent member. 

Jo liked the almost antiseptic smell of the place, and when the two went 
down to the locker room, she noted there were no other women around. Judy 
was right. All the others had gone home at this hour. Many would return in 
the evening, but between four and seven almost no one used the spa's 
facilities. 

Jo undressed, wrapping herself in a white towel, following Judy. She looked 
at Judy's body, noting how taut and firm her rosy flesh appeared. The 
blonde's breasts were only slightly smaller than her own, and just as solid. 

Judy led the way to the hydro-bath room. The hydro-bath itself was a large, 
circular pool more than twenty feet in circumference, and four feet deep. 
There was a wide cement ledge about a foot from the bottom. It was both, a 
step, and a ledge on which one sat, neck-deep in the water while powerful 
jets forced the heated water to swirl around the body. It was supposed to be 
wonderful for relieving body aches, but it was also good for revitalization. 

"We'll take a half hour in here," Judy told her, "and another fifteen 
minutes in the sauna, next door ... unless you're able to take more." 

"Fifteen minutes of sauna heat is plenty," Jo told her. 

The jets were already swirling when the two girls entered the room, and Judy 
said, "You go ahead and get in first." 

Jo noticed her blonde friend had turned her back, ostensibly to check the 
thermostat. Jo was glad. She didn't want anyone ogling her body, not even 
another woman, at this point. She stripped off the towel, then tentatively 
dipped a toe into the swirling water. 

"Wow!" she gasped. "That's hot," and she hurriedly pulled her foot back. 

Taking a deep breath, she put her foot back into the water and this time it 
didn't seem quite as hot. Even so, it took quite a few seconds for her to 
become acclimated to the water, and during that time Judy kept her back to 
her. Slowly, carefully, she submerged her body into the water. And she 
almost immediately felt the thrilling sensuality of the pool as the water 
continued swirling around and under her. She sat on the cement lip, 
thrilling to the sensation of the powerful swirls of water rushing between 
her legs. She found herself feeling a rebirth of thrilling excitement. The 
swirling streams were strong enough to tug at the fleshy folds of her 
anxious vagina. Oh Lord! It felt so good; as if someone with incredibly 
warm, soft fingers was playing with her pussy, parting the soft, vaginal 
lips. Oh my, it almost felt like Eric Farmer's tongue licking her clitoris. 
And the effect on her nipples was unbelievable. God! This whole thing was 
almost catastrophic. She felt as if she might have another series of 
orgasms. All she would have to do is simply part her knees and her thighs. 
There was a jet in the floor directly beneath her, and she need only remain 
squatting over it. Oh Christ! An unbelievably sensual thrill was sweeping 
into the hidden depths of her vagina as she adjusted her position, allowing 
her body to enjoy the full thrill of the whirling, churning water. 

Jo shut her eyes and sat back with her thighs spread wide apart. Her head 
rested on the cement floor at the edge of the hydro-pool. She felt thrills 
bursting in her revived cunt as it responded to what felt like a watery 
cock. Her body churned with sexual alacrity, and for the first time she was 
able to totally relax; knowing no men were around to rape her. 

"Feel better?" Judy asked, standing directly above her flung-back head. 

"Huh? Oh ... uhhhhh ... yes," Jo exclaimed, starting with frightened 
embarrassment. "Judy ... for a moment I'd forgotten all about you. I was 
ready to fall asleep," she lied, feeling her face reddening. 

Judy smiled down at her, and Jo felt there was a secret of shared knowledge 
in that smile, almost as if she knew exactly what it was Jo was feeling at 
that moment. Almost? No, Judy had been here before. She knew. But Jo was too 
embarrassed to admit to the enjoyment of such a thing. 

"The muscle in my left leg is tight," she told Judy. "The water is helping a 
little."- 

"Hey, don't worry," Judy said to her. "I know how to deal with pulled 
muscles. In fact, if you don't mind a pun, I've pulled many a masculine 
muscle, myself. You relax in there a little longer. I'll come in there to 
join you. Then I'll get that muscle loosened, you'll see." 

As she spoke she untied the towel draped around her body. This time she 
turned her back to Jo when she dropped the towel. 

Once again Jo had the opportunity to examine her friend's nakedness, but 
this time from the rear. Judy had nice, round ass-cheeks. They wiggled when 
she moved, but they were firm. The cheeks were tightly pressed together with 
a slender thread of cleft between them. Jo knew Judy wasn't feeling the 
least little bit embarrassed. Why then, should she? 

Judy turned around and stood as she had moments earlier. Her two feet were 
wide apart and her knuckled hands were resting on her hips. Jo gazed up at 
the firm figure of her friend. Seen from below, her jutting breasts were 
magnificent, pear-shaped objects that juggled provocatively at the blonde's 
slightest movement. They were really lovely. And Judy's belly was as flat as 
a pane of glass. There were no sagging muscles at all. Her pubic hair was 
gone, shaved, and there was no way of telling whether or not Judy was still 
a natural blonde. In elementary school her hair had been a bright gold, but 
it had darkened in high school, only to brighten when the summer sun 
bleached it. Her pelvis was an unnaturally pale white, as if the pubic hair 
had been shaved off only recently, perhaps to satisfy a customer that had a 
fetish for bare pussies. 

With Judy's thighs wide apart, Jo was able to stare straight up and see the 
full, pouting lips of her puffy vagina. She gulped, then said precisely what 
she was feeling. "You have a gorgeous shape, Judy." 

"And so do you, Jo," the blonde replied. "I envy you those full breasts of 
yours. If my own were that large, I probably would have been able to double 
my income. The rest of you is under water at the moment, but I'll bet you're 
just as sexy as you were when we were in high school and we used to shower 
together in the girls' locker room. God! Your shoulders have certainly 
rounded out nicely, and you have a full pair of kissable lips." 

Jo blushed, feeling as if a man was talking to her rather than an old high 
school girl friend. She realized she was blushing, more than a little 
pleased by her friend's words of praise. 

Judy stepped into the pool with the delicacy of a woodland nymph. She had 
done this so many times before, she was plainly used to the hot water. She 
came over and sat beside Jo, and asked, "Which leg did you say had the 
pulled muscle?" 

"The left one," Jo replied, indicating the thigh next to Judy. 

"Well, I'll work on it, massaging it, and I'll get the blood circulating 
real good, and heat will seep into the muscle and loosen it," Judy told her, 
then squatted in front of the brown-haired woman, putting her hands on Jo's 
knees, pulling her thighs apart. 

Jo wanted to resist, to say this wasn't right, but her friend seemed so 
earnest about wanting to help her, she didn't have the heart to reprimand 
her or stop her. Besides, Judy was a female, like herself. What could Judy 
do to her? 

The water jet began spurting against Jo's sensitive cunt lips again. Judy 
began working Jo's thighs like levers, opening them, closing them, opening 
them, closing them. She did this a number of times. Each time she pulled 
Jo's legs open, more of the sensual water jet splashed against Jo's vagina, 
and it almost felt like tiny fingers were crawling into her. 

Jo was becoming all too aware of the effect Judy was having on her body. 
Between the sensual pressure of the blonde woman's hands and the swirling 
water she was becoming thrillingly aroused and excited. The building 
excitement in her sensuous body was slow and gentle, but it was instantly 
reflected by the enlarged buds on her breasts as her nipples filled with 
blood and swelled. Dulled by thrilling passion, Jo started wondering if Judy 
was seeking to purposely arouse her. If so, Jo was unable to fathom the 
reasons, since there was no way Judy was able to fuck her. At least she 
didn't think there was any way for Judy to fuck her. How were girls able to 
fuck girls? 

Perhaps it might be a good idea to put a stop to this before it got any 
further. Jo was certain Judy meant well, but if the blonde was teaching her 
some new ways to enjoy sex she was wasting her time. She had already learned 
all the ways there were, and she enjoyed sexual contact much too much to be 
decent. Hell, she had to put her foot down somewhere, sometime, and this 
seemed as good a place as any. But before she was able to say anything, Judy 
was talking again. 

"Jo, I want you to stand, bending over to pull the muscle taut. Bend your 
knees slightly," Judy ordered. 

So, Jo thought. Judy isn't trying to be sly, after all. She's seriously 
trying to help me, thinking I do have a pulled muscle. If I say anything to 
her now, she might feel insulted. 

Jo did as Judy instructed, and suddenly a jolt of forbidden delight slammed 
right into her tense crotch as she felt a jet stream from behind her, built 
into the wall of the hydro-pool, rage against the forbidden crinkle of her 
anus. At the same time, the jet stream from below was playfully pulling at 
her vaginal lips and lightly slapping at her breasts. Oh, God! It felt just 
like a thick cock. But it was a gentle, liquid cock-stabbing her in both, 
front and back. Christ! It felt like the hot breath of two men, both 
thoroughly insatiable. Jesus! It felt as if both watery penises were 
penetrating her. She was being fucked by water. This was crazy. 

Now Judy, who was still kneeling so that only her head remained above water, 
was trying to wrap her two hands around the thigh with the pulled muscle. 
But her slender fingers were not quite able to meet, in spite of the 
suppleness of Jo's haunch. Nevertheless, Judy began squeezing and kneading, 
pressing the flesh with a strength no one would have believed was in so 
petite a figure. 

"Okay," Judy told her, "stand completely upright." 

Unable to do anything else, Jo obeyed the golden-haired woman. As she did 
so, her breasts rose slowly like a pair of twin, rosy tipped moons climbing 
out of a silvery ocean. Why was she obeying so readily? No matter what Judy 
intended, there was no doubt she was feeling a series of sexual thrills. It 
had all been bad enough with the men. But surely it was even more immoral to 
feel this way with another woman. By all rights she should leap from the 
hydro-bath, get dressed, and wait for Judy outside. But Jo found herself 
unable to move. It all felt so good, and she wanted more, even if she 
wouldn't openly admit it. 

"Spread your thighs a bit," Judy ordered, and Jo automatically complied, 
once again feeling the erotic tug and tingle of the heated, whirling water 
against her vaginal opening. 

Judy's rich, blue eyes were smoky and almost unseeing, and her twitching 
nostrils were slowly dilating a bit more with each breath she took. Now Jo 
knew Judy was feeling it, too. Her face was betraying something of that 
which she was also feeling as she stared at the fullness of Jo's breasts. 

Jo waited, lost to her own traitorous feelings, knowing instinctively an 
unparalleled event in her young life was about to take place. It would 
surely rank on a par with the three previous sexual events that had 
enlightened her body. Her brain wanted to fight it, much as it had wanted to 
fight all those other happenings. But this time nothing rough was taking 
place. She wasn't being forced, but rather she was being seduced, gently 
coerced, and for some reason her inner being didn't seem to mind that at 
all. She turned and looked at Judy's face, and felt the strangest urge to 
kiss her friend's lips. She was aroused, excited, thrilled, and she enjoyed 
every little bit of it. The reviving sensation of the waters kept her from 
feeling drained and worn out. The water! Yes, it was the water that was 
doing all this to her. She was a helpless leaf floating on the water, being 
carried only heaven-knew-where, toward the greatness of some unknown ocean. 

Judy's hard, slender body was moving through the water, first to the right, 
then to the left, but each time she ended standing directly in front of the 
dark-haired woman. They were so close to one another, the tips of their 
breasts were almost touching. Then, without warning, Judy simply bent 
forward, and with her lips puckered into a very small, tight oval, she 
slowly, carefully, gently kissed the throbbing pellet that was Jo's left 
nipple. 

Jo shut her eyes and shuddered-but this time it was not a fearful trembling, 
nor was it out of revulsion or trepidation. This time she shuddered with 
total pleasure. 

"Come," Judy whispered, smiling a smile of girlish triumph, though not a 
conquering triumph, but rather the sensation one gets from helping a friend. 
"Let's go into the sauna." 

Jo watched as Judy's dripping body climbed out of the hydro-pool. To the 
dark-haired girl, her friend was a blonde Venus risen from the foam of the 
sea. When Judy got to the top she turned and beckoned with a quick nod of 
her head, saying, "Come on, Jo. We have to finish." 

Jo swallowed, feeling the heated dryness in her throat. By now she knew 
almost exactly what was going to happen once she went into the sauna. Well, 
maybe she didn't know exactly what would take place, but she was aware it 
would be a perverted, forbidden act. She was so shamelessly aroused she was 
unable to fight off the lesbian approach of her friend? Had her morals so 
totally deserted her that she was willing to permit something new to happen 
to her? Didn't she have anything in the way of decency left? What had 
occurred earlier in the day had not been her own fault. She had been forced 
into sucking Marquette's cock. But what she was about to permit to be done 
to her now was completely wicked. It showed her mind was sick and depraved. 
She was committing a transgression against all that was ethical and decent. 
But even with these thoughts filling her brain, Jo found herself climbing 
out of the whirlpool and standing beside her friend. 

Judy took her hand as if Jo were some kind of innocent, frightened child 
lost in the woods. "Come on," she said, softly, and led the slender brunette 
to the door of the sauna. So far, no attendants had appeared to disturb 
them, almost as if they knew what was going on. 

Judy opened the door and the hot, dry heat roared out as if from hell, 
itself. The sheer power of the burning air all but hurled Jo backward. 

Jo docilely permitted Judy to wrap a towel, turban-like around her head, 
capturing all her long, brown hair, and when the woman reached up to pin the 
towel in front, her taut, full breasts came deliciously into contact with 
Jo's own, highly sensitive mammaries. And Jo instantly reacted, not by 
drawing back as if stung by a bee, but with a single sideways, almost 
imperceptible motion of her left shoulder, thereby letting the two nipples 
rub against one another again and again. 

Judy looked into her eyes and said, "You're a wonderful person, Jo. I hope 
you can appreciate that what I'm doing is taking place out of a love I feel 
for you." And she led Jo into the sauna, closing the door behind both of 
them. 

Now that she was inside, Jo found the heat was not nearly as oppressive as 
it had originally felt. She sat where Judy indicated, on a long wooden bench 
that ran the length of one wall. Wow! It was hot against the bare cheeks of 
her ass. But that was fine. The pain, oddly enough, brought pleasure to her, 
much like the pain she had felt when her tight cunt had been widened by Andy 
Barker's thick cock. 

"Lie down," Judy insisted, and she placed a folded towel under Jo's head to 
be used as a pillow. It looked so tempting and inviting. 

Jo knew if she followed her friend's instructions she would never again be 
able to sexually resist anyone. This was her last chance to fight back. 
There was no longer any kind of pretense between either of the two women as 
to the kneading and massaging of a pulled muscle. This was the beginning of 
a thoroughly and completely immoral act; a sexual act that went against 
everything Jo had ever been taught. Jo hesitated for only a moment, and 
then-amazed at the immorality dormant hiding inside herself-lay back as 
directed, a part of her mind carefully observing everything taking place. 
She knew this was knowledge she would find useful in the future. 

"I want to make love to you," Judy whispered to her. "I guess I've wanted to 
do this for almost as long as I've known you. I've made love to all kinds of 
men, and to many women, too. But I've never felt any real emotion for them. 
You're the first person for whom I have genuine feeling that I'm doing this. 
I was afraid to approach you during our high school years, knowing the rigid 
morality that you had at that time. But after the baptism-by-fire that 
you've undergone, what I want to do to you will seem heavenly, by 
comparison. And remember, I'm doing it out of sheer love for you, Jo." 

Abruptly, Jo's heart began pounding in the depths of her inner self, 
slamming into her with the power of a steam engine. She swallowed again, 
once more feeling the dryness in her throat, as she said, "What do you mean, 
Judy?" 

"Jo, in spite of all you've undergone you're still so naive. Just relax and 
enjoy everything." And reaching out, she softly touched Jo's erect nipple. 

"Oh ... no...." Jo gasped, trying to tug her body away from the shocking 
contact of her friend's manipulating fingers. 

Jo felt herself almost drowned by some magical, hypnotic spell ... a bird 
watching the approach of a snake prepared to devour her. 

"Don't be afraid," Judy whispered. "There's no pain, only pleasure. You'll 
see." 

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

"You'll see, Jo. You'll see. Just lie there, relax and let me lead you into 
an area of delight you have yet to experience. Even if you've been lapped by 
a man, doing things with a woman like me will be a completely new 
experience. You'll see." 

Jo's eyes were tightly locked on Judy's pretty face as the other woman sat 
on the sauna bench; then, after adjusting her towel which she had brought 
with her she lay out full length next to Jo on the bench. It was barely wide 
enough to support the two of them. 

There was a queasy, shivery feeling in the hollow of Jo's belly. She 
trembled as she felt the dull pounding of expectation which she recognized. 
Her body was totally aroused and there was no turning back. She was lost ... 
gone forever. Her small, rounded buttocks were actually vibrating with 
anticipated lust, and as she stared into Judy's eyes, she saw the blonde's 
orbs brightly aglow with an unholy fire as they flashed at her. Yes, the 
eyes were slowly enlarging until they seemed immense in Judy's face ... a 
face which was coming closer and closer, blocking out the sight of the 
surrounding interior of the sauna. Jo felt the dry, solid warmth emanating 
from her friend's body as the torso was pressed against hers; loin was now 
pressed firmly against loin, flat belly was rubbing flat belly, heated cunt 
was simmering against burning pussy, and breasts swelled against breasts as 
nipples stabbed delightedly into the bloated flesh of the opposing breast 
... hot, pink buttons of delight. 

"Now," Judy whispered, "now I'll show you what I mean..." and slowly pressed 
Jo's face between her palms pulling her face even closer. And Jo felt Judy's 
lips on her own. They were soft, at first and gently warm. The saline taste 
of Judy's perspiration was like a magic elixir. The whole thing was taking 
place so gently she was completely unaware of the exact instant Judy's 
tongue carefully, shyly, gently probed between her lips into her own mouth. 
Jo found she was having difficulty breathing. She was thrilled and excited 
as never before, and she knew a good part of the thrill lay in the fact that 
she knew this was wrong, perverted, immoral. God! It was wicked, but it was 
wonderful. The knowledge of this evil was shunted aside by a delicious 
sensation building in her throbbing loins as her pouting cunt lips began 
reverberating like a pair of bongo drums. 

Jo sighed and simply relaxed, allowing the final vestiges of resistance to 
simply flow from her body. Without her realizing it, her own tongue began 
licking and sucking on the one invading her mouth. Judy's tongue teased a 
moment more, then slowly began retreating, and Jo's tongue eagerly followed 
it into the receptacle of the other woman's warm mouth. 

Judy raised a thigh and rolled her leg up and over the pouting Mount of 
Venus lodged between Jo's thighs. The feeling was utterly wonderful and 
unbelievable as Jo thrilled to the touch of the other woman's bare pelvis 
rubbing against her hair. Instantly the smoldering coals simmering in her 
system became white-hot, turning to pure, energetic flame ... a flame that 
was fueled by the kerosene of sudden awareness, awareness that Judy's tender 
fingers were running delicately and knowledgeably up and down her backbone, 
coming to rest, very occasionally like warm, fluttering moths on the overly 
tender and sensitive flesh of her tight, smoothness. 

Jo had allowed herself the thrill of enjoying all the fabulous sensations 
when the blonde abruptly pulled herself away and separated from her eager 
body. An overwhelming sense of loss and inner disappointment overwhelmed 
her, but a moment later this was replaced by thrilling, inexpressible joy as 
Judy whispered, "I love you, Jo. I never had the nerve to admit it before, 
but now I have to tell you ... I love you." 

Judy's voice betrayed her own mounting enjoyment of what was taking place as 
she bent her head and placed her seething lips on Jo's left breast. 

"Hhuuunnnhhh!! ! " 

It was a moan of sheer delight leaving Jo's mouth the instant she felt her 
friend's tongue teasing her nipple as Judy's gently sucking lips pulled at 
the areola, actually stroking and caressing it. Gradually, Judy's moving 
fingers changed from the light, beating wings of moths to the fluttering 
movement of loving doves. And with the passage of a little more time they 
became taloned hawks as they sought their helpless prey. One hand locked 
itself on Jo's right breast, the moving fingers working expertly at the 
sensitive nipple-capturing it, taunting it, now compressing it, then 
releasing it-working in time to the way Judy's lips sucked Jo's left breast. 
And Judy's other hand moved lower, sinking into the palpitating depths of 
Jo's seething cunt, surrounding itself with the full, pouting thickness of 
both lips. Her long, middle finger slid softly, carefully up and down the 
entire length of the heatedly moist crack. It purposely avoided touching the 
expectant clitoris, even though Jo was undulating her entire body by now. 
Judy's fingers remained lightly on the slick surface of the inner lips, not 
seeking to slide between the vulva just yet. As the wet crack became even 
more lubricated by the heavy flow of Jo's artesian love juices. 

Judy's fingers slipped lower and lower, sliding across the taut perineum 
until it slid between the rounded ass-cheeks and began touching the little 
brown button that was Jo's anus. Here, the forefinger began a relentless 
rubbing, not pushing, but merely massaging with an unrelenting pressure. It 
rubbed harder and harder, creating wave after wave of pleasure. And as the 
thrilling forbidden sensations roared through Jo's anxious body, the 
brown-haired woman realized there was a little pain. But this time she 
wanted the pain as the finger continued pushing against her rectal orifice. 
She raised her hips a little, but she didn't know whether she was trying to 
pull away from Judy's finger, or give it more room in which to move. Her 
seeping cunt water flowed all over Judy's finger, and now it was moistened 
enough so that the tip slowly, very slowly pushed into her anal rictus, 
moving until it was in up to the first knuckle. Jo's hot, tight, aching 
cavity rotated against the finger, twitching as Jo gasped, "Uhhhh ... Judy 
... it hurts...." 

In answer to this protest, Judy merely pushed a little harder, while sinking 
her teeth into the soft flesh of Jo's breast, pulling, sucking the mammary 
into her mouth, trying to engulf the entire pap. It was an agonizingly 
wonderful, thrillingly blissful hurt that had her on the very threshold of 
rapture. The finger in her widened ass-hole moved circularly, pumping in and 
out, back and forth, and on each forward stroke it sank a little deeper. It 
rode slowly inward. Jo's rectum had so tightly captured the joint, that each 
movement caused the puckered ring to move with the finger. Jo gasped and 
moaned, unable to believe there were so many blissful sensations left in the 
world. The original pain she had been feeling had all but disappeared, 
replaced by something else ... something totally alien ... something 
wonderfully and deeply exciting. Now she felt the tight muscles of her inner 
rectum contracting as her buttocks flexed and relaxed in an effort to suck 
the finger farther inside. She was trembling, building toward a climax ... 
all because of nerve-endings being touched in her rectum. It wasn't 
possible, yet it was happening. A woman, Judy, was doing all this to her. 
Her body began rapidly climbing toward the exalted summit. Jo wanted the 
finger shoved even deeper into her rectum. She also wanted something rammed 
into her vagina ... something long, hard, smooth, solid, vibrating ... 
uhhhhh ... she was almost there ... almost there ... almost there... 

And then ... Judy abruptly withdrew finger, mouth, and hands and sat upright 
with a smile of pleasure on her victorious face. 

"Oh, no, no, no," Jo was gasping, almost crying out. She made an effort to 
rise, about to beg for more from the blonde, but Judy gently, but firmly 
pushed her until she was lying back on the wooden bench. 

"Now," Judy told her, "you're about to see what this is all about." 

Her voice was a soft, crooning breeze in this blazing inferno of dry heat as 
she slithered down until she was in a half-crouching position, her feet on 
the floor, her face opposite Jo's writhing hips. She spoke again, her voice 
almost guttural as she said, "You have a lovely cunt, Jo. No wonder all 
those men went crazy for it. And that clit of yours has to be the pinkest, 
prettiest man-in-the-boat I've ever beheld. I don't know how good that old 
man was when he tasted your cunt-flesh, but I promise you total ecstasy when 
I go to work on you." 

Judy had become a paragon of softness and tenderness again. Her soft lips 
kissed Jo's heaving belly, hotly moving across the entire plane, letting her 
tongue trace a pattern of erotic lines this way and that. Once, the tongue 
paused in its squiggly journey to seek out Jo's navel. Then it was moving 
again, licking the hipbones, making Jo moan and sigh continually as she 
writhed insanely on the bench. Jo tried twisting her body so her vaginal 
surface, fevered and burning, would make contact with the pliant, burning 
knife slowly moving in its direction. 

Judy was not to be led by Jo. This was her game, and she was the one to 
decide which path she'd take to Jo's promised land. Her hands were busy 
running up and down the sides of Jo's body, then they slowly moved inward, 
tenderly separating the two pillary thighs, revealing the rich pinkness of 
the inner lips of Jo's cunt, surrounded as they were by a rich framework of 
brown, wavy hair. Now the cunt stood out in all its glory. Jo's clitoris was 
vellicating like a struck tuning fork, and the vibrations seemed to be 
traveling through the length and breadth of the dark-haired woman's slender 
body. 

Judy's hungry mouth slowly moved down the length of Jo's legs sending 
rippling thrill after vibrating shudder of lustful pleasure with it. The 
outer part of Jo's upper thigh was lapped, kissed, fondled, and loved, and 
then the outer calf was kissed. Judy's tongue left a trail of liquid fire 
down the entire part of the outer leg. When the tongue reached the soles of 
Jo's feet, it began working its sensual way up the smooth inside passageway 
leading to the distant temple of her shuddering cunt. 

Jo simply lay there, her body as rigid and unbending as a railroad tie. The 
heat from the bench no longer was felt on her sensitive skin. She felt 
nothing but licentious lust and she gasped, suddenly aware her head was 
pounding against the pillow on the bench, and her fingernails were cutting 
into her own scalp. 

Judy's educated mouth slowly swept up ... up ... up ... moving relentlessly 
toward the ultimate goal of the juicy cave as little whimpering sounds of 
ecstasy fought their way out of the girl's constricted throat. Judy's right 
hand slid tantalizingly along the marble-white inner thigh until it finally 
brushed the silken-haired nest. 

The touch of her friend's hand on her trembling vagina brought a bird-like 
cry of rapture bubbling from Jo's throat. Never, never had sexual contact 
seemed so clean and wonderful as Judy was making it feel at this moment. 
Then Judy's hand was doing something to her. The blonde's thumb and 
forefinger were slowly parting her cunt lips ... and then... 

Jo screeched at the top of her lungs the first time she felt Judy's slithery 
tongue flicker, like searing lightning against the wetness of her aching 
vagina. 

"HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH ... GGGGGAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... yes ... yes ... do it 
... do it ... do it...." Jo gasped. "Do it and don't stop ... not now ... 
not ever ... lick my cunt ... ohhhhhh..." 

Judy's masterful tongue needed no urging or directions. The oral digit had a 
life of its own and knew exactly what to do. It licked into the bubbling 
crack like a thirsty dog lapping up water. Then the lingual extension sank 
all the way down between two layers of heated cunt lips, tasting the heavy 
lubricity. This brought a low moan of delicious delight from Jo. Then the 
tongue began poking in and out as if it were a vibrant penis, moving with 
swift, throbbing motions. 

There was more to come, though, for even as Judy nailed her tongue in and 
out of the tight vaginal canyons within, her fingers were also working, ever 
so slowly, gently, carefully massaging Jo's clitoris. And then, the other 
hand slid beneath Jo, an extended forefinger once again seeking out the 
entry to her narrow rectum, moving like a wriggling, slithering worm. 
Surprisingly, the finger slid all the way into Jo's ass-hole before the 
brunette even knew it had entered her. That was when Judy began moving her 
finger in a rotating motion, around and around and around, making an effort 
to enlarge the opening. A moment later, her finger was as far in as 
possible, with her palm pressing against the woman's ass-cheeks. Her finger 
made wild, widening circles, and then she added a second finger, fitting it 
in without causing Jo any anguish. 

"Unnnhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... Goddddd ... Godddd ... i-i-i-itttt feels so ... 
ohhhhhhhh ... wonnnnnderrrrfulllll...." Jo gasped, the sighs coming from the 
innermost depths of her crying soul. And then, without warning, everything 
appeared to collapse inside Jo. She felt herself tumbling end-over-end 
through the vacuum of outer space, falling toward a bright, burning sun of 
total physical sensation. Comets of tingling desire, and meteors of lusting 
wantonness all spun wildly about her, charging toward the solar center of 
her universe ... her screaming vagina. Jo heard loud, shrill screams, and a 
moment later was aware she was the one screaming exaltations to her own 
body, as if she were some kind of witch reciting incantations over a 
bubbling cauldron ... the cauldron in this case being her hot cunt. Her 
hands cruelly grasped the long, blonde strands of Judy's hair, tugging hard, 
pulling the woman's face into the seething depths of her anxiously hungering 
cunt, doing her level best to cram Judy's nose, tongue, lips, and cheeks 
into the whirlwind of hotly creaming liquid now wildly spurting out between 
her thighs. Her legs and feet beat a tattoo on the solid wooden bench as her 
thrusting pelvis wildly undulated like a pile driver going completely out of 
control. She was about to come ... to pinnacle as never before, not because 
a tongue was lapping her ... since Eric Farmer's tongue had done essentially 
the same thing ... but because Judy had treated her with kindness, 
gentleness, and tenderness, not forcing her, but coercing and urging her. 

"Oh, my God..." she gasped. "I'm ... uhhhhh ... com ... com ... 
commmmmiiiiinnnnnggggguuuggghhh ... YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... 
HAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH ... EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHAAAGGGHHHGGHH...." 

Her buttocks slammed wildly into the wood, hitting it again and again as if 
intent on smashing it to splinters. Her thighs closed themselves tightly 
around the grasping face of her friend, and she felt Judy's jaws struggling 
to prevent themselves from cracking. And all the while, Judy's working 
tongue continued slurping into her tight pussy while the woman's fingers 
continued rummaging through her anus. 

The power of the orgasm was frightening. Jo realized with finality that she 
was definitely a slave to the wants and the needs of her body. She would 
never again be able to berate herself for enjoying what she was unable to 
resist enjoying. But in the future all physical lust would be satisfied on 
her terms and not the terms of a lusting male who wanted to make use of her 
body, and nothing more. She had a bright future before her, and she intended 
taking full advantage of her opportunities. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Within the next two months Jo slowly but surely fired all the other 
salesmen, replacing them with prostitutes, all of whom turned out to be 
terrific saleswomen. Many of the ladies' former clientele came in to buy 
cars, many paying full list price with the promise of action from the women. 

Eric Farmer was absolutely delighted. His agency had never made so much 
money. And Steve Marquette was also overjoyed because Jo had made no move to 
try and dump him. He knew she wanted his job, but he was being exceptionally 
careful, making certain there was nothing about which she would be able to 
complain to Eric Farmer. Both Marquette and Farmer were getting so much 
pussy from the sales ladies they didn't chase after Jo any longer. Jo found 
herself satisfied with either Judy or an occasional handsome masculine 
customer. She was berating herself less and less, accepting the fact that 
her body's needs had to be satisfied. 

Jo was getting a small override on the commissions the girls were racking 
up, and instead of spending the money, she put it all into a savings 
account. More months flew by, and by the time a year had rolled around, Jo 
had enough money saved for what she wanted. 

As assistant sales manager, she had come to meet the Chevrolet 
representatives who occasionally visited the agency. One of them had let her 
know in no uncertain terms he was physically interested in her, and on a day 
when both Farmer and Marquette were not in, the man, Norman Ferdin, stopped 
by. Norman was an overly imaginative person, but he was no less lustful than 
most men. And so when Jo suggested they go into the downstairs office of 
Eric Farmer, Ferdin very willingly agreed. 

Jo locked the door, then turned to face Ferdin, saying, "Norman, you and I 
can become very good friends." 

"Just how good?" the tall, rangy Ferdin wanted to know. He was slender, with 
a short mustache and a good-looking face. Jo judged him to be about fifty 
and still very active sexually. 

"If I get what I want," she told him, "you can have some active fun with 
just about every saleswoman out on that floor, myself included." 

"And just what is it you want?" Ferdin asked, very interested. 

"Oh, it really isn't much," Jo told him. "And you can help me get it. In 
fact, if you say the right things to the right people, I can definitely get 
it." 

"I don't like being kept in suspense," Ferdin insisted. 

"I want my own Chevrolet Agency," she insisted. "I have more than fifty 
thousand dollars in various bank accounts, and between the six girls on the 
floor, I can probably get another hundred and fifty thousand. But most 
important, between the girls and myself, we have every customer who comes to 
this agency locked up, especially the fleet owners. Aside from eighteen 
different cab companies who buy from us, we have fleet deals with dozens of 
corporations, drug companies, and other companies who supply their outside 
salesmen with cars. You see how well we're doing here. Well, the Barker Cab 
Company is all set to make a new buy from us. I want that buy to come from 
my new agency." 

Jo didn't wait for the man to reply. She was no longer the naive, innocent 
woman she had been when she had first come to work at Long Neck Chevrolet. 
Now she was a shrewd businesswoman, and she knew she would have to give 
Ferdin a free sample. 

She slowly, sinuously stripped off her clothes, undulating the entire time, 
making the man's mouth water as his eyes widened. Sexual activity had made 
her body swell a bit more, and it had a rosy glow, too. 

"I don't have much time," Ferdin told her, undoing his belt, dropping his 
pants and underpants, kicking them, along with his shoes, off to the side. 
"This'll have to be fast." 

Jo smiled at him, then purposely turned her back, wriggling her buttocks, 
teasing him as she walked across the plush room to Farmer's desk. Ferdin 
followed her, murmuring, "You have one nice ass there, young lady." 

Stepping up to her, he pressed his hand flatly against the pouting pouch of 
her fur-lined pussy. His middle finger rubbed up and down, teasing the 
heated crack, making it wetter and wetter. The scent of her secretions 
wafted to Ferdin's nose and it twitched, showing his anxiety. A loud sigh 
instantly escaped her when his finger slid through the pouting meatiness of 
her cunt lips and massaged her throbbing clitoris. It was already erect. 

Deep down, Jo was still feeling twinges of conscience, but her conscience no 
longer got in the way of her business. Fortunately, she was so sensuous, she 
never had to pretend she was enjoying herself. When Ferdin touched her, she 
let out a loud sigh, and when he fingered her aching clitoris, she shuddered 
with pleasure. Her vibrating joy button was firmly swollen and erect. 

Ferdin ordered Jo to bend over, with her palms flat on Eric Farmer's desk. 
Then he stepped behind the slender, sensually aroused female and pressed the 
heavy knob of his vibrating cock, a long, thick cock with a rich purple 
head, right against the curved lips of her sopping vagina. Her juices were 
already heavy and they fell all over the weighty cock as it rubbed against 
her labia. He was aware her tight, squeezing cunt, narrow as it appeared, 
would be well-greased. Though he had really done nothing other than press 
his cock against the wetly waiting lips of her aching pussy, Ferdin saw she 
was hot and ready. Hell, if the other women who worked here were always as 
ready as Jo Palmer, he had feminine gold mine here. He liked the way she 
creamed so quickly. 

Jo quivered when the hard, hot cap of the man's swollen cock started 
pressing between the backs of her tender thighs into the ultra-soft outer 
labia covering her anxious pussy. The puffy cunt lips were already apart, 
anticipating the hard thrust that was shortly coming. Ferdin reached around 
in front of her with one hand, pressing a finger against her vibrating 
clitoris, massaging and rubbing it. Her inflamed pussy was all but swamped 
with heavily leaking musk-oil as it dribbled out of her hotly burning hole 
and ran down the columns of her inner thighs. 

"Hhhhaaannnhhhh..." she gasped, feeling the man's hot, hard dome slowly part 
her outer cunt lips, forcing its way between them. 

Jo's mouth opened, gasping for air, her lower jaw falling open as if on a 
loose hinge. Norman Ferdin had a thicker penis than she had originally 
believed. Her vaginal tunnel was so tight, it would have handled something 
as thin as a rectal thermometer, but the walls were now so elastic, they 
were able to open wide enough to contain a penis three inches around. But 
once a penis pushing into her proved thicker than two-and-a-half inches, her 
pussywalls had to really stretch, and that was precisely what was happening 
at the moment. Her vaginal walls were truly being separated. 

Ouch! she thought. The way it was widening her inner tunnel caused some 
little pain, but it was a good pain. It was the kind of hurt she looked 
forward to receiving. It helped to enhance the pleasure even more. She tried 
rotating her hips, making the throbbing penis stretch her vaginal tunnel, 
but Ferdin grabbed her two hips and held her steady. 

"I'm going all the way in as fast as I can," he gasped through clenched 
teeth, and the heavy rod of solid flesh suddenly powered forward, and the 
narrow walls of her seething cunt were once again parted. 

There was a shuddering thrill as her rubbery membranes were forced to 
stretch, but this was a mild thrill compared to the delight she felt when 
his quivering glans struck bottom, and the entire length of his weighty 
penis totally filled the clutching depths of her anxious well. He pounded in 
two, three, four times, to make sure every last little inch of cock was 
filling her dripping cunt. 

Jo was thrilled and delighted, and it took all her energy not to shout. Not 
that she would have been heard if she did shout. The office was 
soundproofed, much the way Eric Farmer's apartment was soundproofed. Waves 
of thrilling delight mixed with lusting pleasure rolled over her for a 
moment and her knees went weak and rubbery. She was ready to fall down, but 
Ferdin wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her steady. 

"You know how to get to a man, Jo," Ferdin whispered in her ear. "Yeah, you 
really know how to get to a man. You know, though I used to fool around a 
little on the outside, it's been years, and though I've been hot for you, I 
never had the nerve to approach you. Christ! But you really have a tight 
oven down there. If this is what you promise all the fleet customers, it's 
no wonder they keep coming back and buying from you and your girls." 

"Norman," Jo whispered. "Let's talk business later. Right now, shut up and 
fuck." 

Ferdin was certainly a patient man. He had been waiting for her stretched 
tunnel to adjust itself to his thickness. He hadn't moved a muscle the 
entire time his meaty penis had filled her bubbling pussy with its full 
length. Her sucking chamber was quietly nursing on his throbbing dick, 
sending more wild thrills shooting through him. Each time Jo wanted to pull 
forward, hoping to ease the pressure in her flaming interior a little, 
Ferdin's arm, around her waist, held her steady, and his mouth pressed 
against her earlobe, nibbling a little, forcing her to relax. He was 
probably the first man to show Jo any kind of consideration in the entire 
year she had been working for Long Neck Chevrolet. Too bad he was married. 

Jo finally decided to remain still and let Ferdin take over. She felt like a 
gaffed shark, anyway, so perhaps it was better to let the man "play her." 
And all the while he continued massaging his finger against her tormented 
clitoris. Slowly, very slowly, the thrills in her interior continued 
mounting. 

"Please," she whispered. "Don't just stand there. Fuck!" 

"Far be it from me to displease a lady," he replied. 

Jo trembled as delight continued shooting through every part of her. He 
started raspily easing his swollen pole back, and new, unutterable thrills 
filled her. The woman didn't know why, but each cock felt different, giving 
her a completely different set of thrills as it built her to her 
multiplicity of climaxes. Jo whimpered as Ferdin's finger rubbed her 
vibrating clitoris even harder, and waves of new thrills completely 
inundated her. She sighed with little, short, gasping sighs, letting him 
know it all felt very good. 

Once again she felt him grasp her hips as he slid his pulsating prod back 
the rest of the way, then, with a solid stroke, let it thunder forward. 
There was a loud, squishy sound each time the hard cock stroked back, and an 
even juicier sound when he powered the penis forward, filling her with it. 
Thrill after thrill inundated her body, jumping from one plateau to another. 
The heavy pressuring of his pulsating cock as it rubbed against her upper 
vaginal wall was intensifying her delight even more. It matched the electric 
thrills she felt as his finger pressed on her clitoris. Each time he buried 
his throbbing mast all the way inside her, he rubbed her clitoris all the 
harder. And each time he withdrew, the heavy dome of his prick scraped her 
upper vaginal wall, sending electric thrills shooting violently through her 
bubbling passageway. Out, in, out, in and all the while his working fingers 
continued rubbing against the shuddering nubbin. He continued this 
performance until her tunnel had widened just enough to make him fit 
comfortably inside. He was able to tell how comfortably he fit in her by the 
way Jo thrust her buttocks against his thighs. 

She felt heated warmth with every wonderful thrust of the massive penis, and 
she sensed all kinds of nice things going on inside her. Cock was her own 
particular narcotic. No matter how many orgasms she received with Judy or 
one of the other girls, Jo never felt complete until she had been thoroughly 
fucked by a good, solid cock. She had tried a dildo once, but it didn't do 
nearly as good a job as a cock. There was something so reassuring and 
comforting about a cock. 

Ferdin moved his mighty mast interminably in and out, allowing his weighty 
phallus to run its entire length into her, every time. He gripped her lovely 
hips, keeping his thick stake snugly embedded, and Jo gripped the edge of 
the desk, tightly closing her fingers around the sides. She leaned so far 
forward, her breasts massaged the blotter on top of the desk as they dangled 
with their heavy grape-like nipples so full and swollen. 

Pinpoints of thrilling delight shivered through every wall in her teeming 
pussy. The mighty bludgeon Norman Ferdin was pushing into Jo caused wondrous 
thrills to enlarge and slither through her body. Her small, tightly formed 
buttocks lurched up and down as the man's thighs continued battering against 
them. He was fucking into her all the faster now, and the more swiftly he 
moved, the more thrills traveled through her vaginal cell. 

"Ooooohhhh...." she gasped as the man's throbbing, pulsating prick jammed 
forward, and then she gasped, "Ahhhhhh..." each time the powering prick 
retreated. The continual gliding of the hardened ramrod made Jo vibrate with 
thrilled lust. 

Now she felt the ponderous cock cramming into her with a steady, cadent 
beat. The strokes were long, slow and smooth as the throbbing penis worked 
in and out of her cuntal causeway, probing her seething depths with its 
masculine hardness. He was moving smoothly, carefully, filling her hot cunt 
with his oscillating stiffness, yet he wasn't plundering her cunt. When his 
hairy thighs smacked against her upturned ass-cheeks it was more of a gentle 
caress than a hard smack. And all the while his stroking horn widened the 
tightness of her elastic tissues, hoping to sink even deeper into her in the 
hope of finding an unexplored area of her shuddering cunt. And Jo's vaginal 
container responded by swelling, enlarging, and yet clamping tightly to his 
thick cock. 

Jo felt Ferdin's hands slide up her sides and massage her smooth, velvet 
flesh. His fingers reached down and around and grabbed her dangling breasts. 
And then he was pulling and yanking on her throbbing nipples, enhancing the 
static thrill coursing through her entire body. Then his hands encircled her 
breasts and gripped them as if they were handholds while he continued 
thrusting his aching length into her. 

Jo had never before realized just how large Norman Ferdin's hands were. Now, 
as his fingers tightened their hold on her firm breasts, she came to 
understand his hands were immense. God! Their very size, holding almost all 
of her breasts in their centers, gave her feelings of security she had never 
been able to enjoy with another man. Yes, Norman Ferdin was a special man. 
Too bad he was married. 

He was the first man she had sexually encountered with whom she was able to 
completely relax. 

His throbbing, ponderous cock was large, very large. She had measured it 
with her eyes before, but now she was using the true penile measuring 
device; her vagina. And her tight pussy was metering the entire length and 
breadth of the gigantic penis. Its very thickness enhanced the security his 
hands had created. As it plundered her clasping throughway from behind, 
stroking in and out of her tempestuous grotto, Jo felt more alive than she 
had ever felt with Marquette, Farmer, or anyone else for that matter. The 
shuddering movements of her body let Norman Ferdin know just how much she 
was enjoying his hard cock. 

The passage of his bulging phallus in her vaginal citadel ignited fiery 
lusts much the same way rubbing two sticks together might ignite a fire. The 
heatedly anxious flames were burning deep down, in the inner depths of her 
sucking pussy. Her flooding juices continually bathed the entire length of 
his throbbing penis. 

Yes, Jo had to admit it was all so much better when she simply stopped 
thinking about what she was doing and simply went ahead and did it. Her 
conscience had been a millstone around her neck long enough. 

Ferdin increased the speed and the timing of his strong fucking. Jo met his 
sledging, rippling thrusts with strong backward surges of her own hips. 

His strong, heavily muscled arms now pressed into the softness of her flat 
belly, snugly jamming the rounded curve of her buttocks into his thighs and 
stomach. His fingers played with the dimpled flatness of her tummy, then 
returned to the hanging fruit of her dangling breasts. He didn't tug on the 
mammaries, as if trying to milk them. Rather he clutched them in a multitude 
of different ways, creating a total series of different pleasurable 
emotions. She thrilled to the rubbing pressure of his hairy thighs as they 
massaged her ass-cheeks, as well as the weight of his belly rubbing against 
her back. Thrill followed thrill in her body, sending waves of lightning 
coursing through all of her. She began writhing all the more quickly now as 
the pleasurable ecstasies increased. Yes, there was no question about it as 
she sighed, her own hands still tightly clamped to the edges of the heavy 
desk. 

Ferdin's face was a bright red, though certainly not from embarrassment. 
Jo's heart slammed in her breast, and the sound of his thick cock reaming in 
and out of her tunnel, obscene as it sounded to the ears, was equally 
arousing. She was feeling it from her brain down to her toes. Her roundly 
tight buttocks shoved back to meet every sluicing plunge with a wild motion 
that betrayed an intensifying frenzy of response. 

Excitedly thrilled, she felt one of Norman Ferdin's hands reach down between 
her thighs again. He was massaging her clitoral bud with stronger vibrance 
than before. This caused Jo to intensify her backward thrusts against the 
heated hardness of his reaming pole She bucked all the more wildly now. 

Sighing, Jo tightened her body and arched her back as she raised her head. 
Her mouth was wide open, and the impending orgasm swooped down on her at the 
same time she felt hot sperm pour into her squeezing channel. 

"OWWWWWOWWWWWAAAAAG-GGGGHHHHH!" 

"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHHHH!" 

Their voices shouted together, bellowing, screaming and exploding with lust 
as the hot sensations of orgasm swept over the pair of them. Wholly 
enthralling sensations took hold of both of them, worming through their 
bodies at breakneck speed. He ground his pumping cock into the depths of her 
vibrant funnel, slamming against her buttocks with his thighs again and 
again. 

Jo felt like a rutting animal in heat, and she decided if that was what it 
took to be a success in the business world, then she would be a success. 
People with morals used their morals to excuse their poverty. Jo would never 
again make an excuse for herself. She had chosen her way, and if it meant 
using her cunt to get what she wanted, she would use it. Once she might have 
worried about what some man or other might have thought. But it was men who 
had led her into this path. So if a man came along who did want to marry 
her, he'd have to accept her the way she was. 

Ferdin's pulsing penis shot lesser and lesser amounts of sperm into her, and 
eventually his cock simply quit altogether, looking like a small worm rather 
than the mighty spear it had resembled earlier. 

They dressed, then Jo sat behind Farmer's desk and Ferdin sat in the chair 
next to her. He stared at her with admiration, recognizing she was more than 
merely a woman using her body to get what she wanted. She was a hard, 
calculating businesswoman. But he was determined to make her his mistress, 
and as a result the two of them quickly came to an agreement. Jo Palmer 
would have her own agency, and she would take all her girls with her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Less than a month later, Jo got her franchise. She deliberately selected the 
sight of a closed Oldsmobile agency nearby to open her place. She called it 
the West Long Neck Chevrolet Agency. Letters went out to all the various 
customers she and the girls had sold during the year. Andy Barker was one of 
the first ones in, and Jo gave him the full discount she had promised him. 
In addition, he balled three different girls. Jo knew he'd be back the 
following year. 

Her showroom was a little smaller than the Long Neck showroom, with room for 
two less cars, but Jo wasn't worried. Her business was a rousing success 
and, equally important, the Long Neck agency would shortly be out of 
business. Steve Marquette had done some hasty hiring of new sales people, 
but who wanted to go to his showroom when he could come to the West Long 
Neck showroom and see six women sitting around in tight miniskirts with lots 
of cleavage showing above transparent blouses which revealed there were no 
brassieres underneath. 

Eric Farmer and Steve Marquette would pay for what they had done to her, 
humiliating her and shaming her. They would pay dearly, losing their 
livelihoods. 

Jo, herself, still wore maxi-skirts. It made her stand out in a showroom 
full of minis. 

At the end of the first month, Jo and Judy stayed behind one night to check 
over the books, though their bookkeepers were highly efficient. Jo merely 
wanted to make sure she knew every phase of the agency she now owned, thanks 
to Norman Ferdin. 

It was a few minutes before nine o'clock, and Jo had sent the other girls 
home a little earlier. Judy went to the local diner to get some sandwiches 
since they'd be working for two or three hours. Jo was alone in the plush 
office that was hers when she felt a sudden chill run through her. Looking 
up, she found herself facing Steve Marquette and Eric Farmer. Judy had 
forgotten to lock the door and the two of them had walked in. 

"You did it," Marquette said in his soft voice. "You really went ahead and 
did it. I have to give you credit. You went and aced me out of my job the 
only way I never thought of. We're doing so badly since you left, we'll have 
to close out everything by the end of next month." 

"That's too bad," Jo replied, leaning back in her swivel chair, staring at 
the two of them across her desk. 

"We decided," Farmer told her, "that since you're fucking us in a figurative 
sense, before we went out of business we ought to fuck you in a literal 
sense, one more time. And it will be a fuck you'll never forget, I promise 
you that." 

Jo felt her heart leap into her throat. She had thought herself past the 
point where the threat of intercourse would frighten her. But no, these men 
still scared her, perhaps because of their basically cruel natures. They 
frightened her even more than a crude man like Andy Barker. Barker wanted 
his jollies and he didn't care who he fucked to get them, but he was never 
intentionally cruel. Both Farmer and Marquette were precisely that. 

"Just what do the two of you intend doing?" she asked, feeling chilling 
sensations shudder through her. 

"Well, to begin with, neither of us has ever fucked you," Marquette told 
her. "That's something we intend remedying tonight. We'll begin with me 
fucking that tight little cunt of yours." 

"I could scream," Jo told him. 

"What good would that do?" Marquette asked. "There's no one around to hear 
you. We took the precaution of blocking the front door so no one else can 
come in." 

"Face it, Jo," Farmer said. "The two of us are going to fuck you. There's no 
way you can get out of it." 

"And just where do the pair of you intend fucking me?" she asked, angry at 
herself for not having foreseen something like this. 

"Why not right here, on your new office carpet," Farmer laughed. 

"Here?" she asked, feeling more afraid than ever. 

"Why not?" Marquette laughed. "I mean, there's a lot of room on the floor. 
Besides, we're the perfect pair to break in that virgin carpet, anyway." 

"And if we like it enough," Farmer told her, "We'll come back at different 
intervals and continue fucking you and the other girls, as well." 

"You're taking an awful lot for granted," Jo told them. "Suppose I don't 
want to let the two of you violate my body." 

"You don't have much choice," Marquette snapped. "You bitch! You went and 
ruined us completely. Well, by the time we're through with you, you'll wish 
you'd never walked into our agency." 

"You mean it's all right for the two of you to shit on me, but when I fight 
back, I'm a bitch." 

"That about sums it up," Farmer nodded. "So suppose you take your clothes 
off before we tear them off you." 

Jo let her shoulders fall in a gesture of defeat. There was no way she'd be 
able to get out of this ... at least not tonight. Trembling, she stood and 
slowly undid her clothing and removed everything, draping her garments on 
her desk. She noticed Farmer and Marquette weren't wasting any time. They 
were undressing along with her. It had been a long time since she had seen 
their bodies. Eric Farmer's body looked almost pitiful, though his hard cock 
still stood out as strong as ever. But Steve Marquette's cock was still the 
main enemy, looking like the formidable foe it was. 

"And what disgusting way have you chosen to warm me up, tonight?" Jo asked. 

"No warm-ups," Marquette told her. "Not this time. That tiny, narrow pussy 
of yours deserves every inch of my thick cock while the walls are still 
dry." 

Marquette grabbed the frightened woman and threw her to the floor as she 
screamed, "You'll kill me that way. Don't do this!" 

"Well," Marquette laughed, "can you think of a better way to die?" 

He gripped his cock firmly, guided it to her tight, dry orifice, and slowly 
began pushing, seeing the anguish on her face. He was hurting her and 
enjoying every moment of it. 

"Ohhhhhh ... Goddddd ... stopppp ... it hurrrrts...." she wailed. 

"This is only the beginning, Jo," Marquette laughed. "You can't imagine the 
meaning of pain until you feel what's going to take place, next." 

"What are you talking about?" Jo gasped, tears flowing from her eyes as the 
hard cock stretched her dry interior. God! The hurt was unbelievable, and 
for the first time in a long time her dormant conscience awoke, sniggering, 
telling her this agony was what she deserved for being such a tramp. 

Marquette put his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed, all but 
tearing the muscles as he opened her loins even wider. Laughing, he crammed 
more of his thick penis into the weeping depths of her seethingly tight, 
dryly contracted pussy. He pumped repeatedly, and the thick member forced 
itself ever deeper into Jo's tightly crushing cunt. 

"Ohhhhhh, Goddddd!! ! " Marquette gasped. "Eric, I'm telling you, you 
haven't felt anything this tight. You should have fucked her while she was 
dry." 

"In a way that's just what I'm going to do," Eric Farmer laughed. "While 
you're fucking her tight cunt, I intend fucking her ass. The pressure of my 
cock in her ass will make her cunt even tighter." 

"Yeah," Marquette laughed. "And my cock filling her cunt will make the 
tunnel of her ass even narrower. Hey, that's a great idea." 

"My God, NO!" Jo screamed, writhing insanely on the thick spear crammed 
almost all the way into her tight muff. "In the name of humanity, you can't 
do a thing like that. Beat me, hit me, stick your penis into my mouth, but 
not in my behind ... please." 

"You go on and fuck her in the ass, Eric ' Marquette magnanimously offered. 

The statement burned into the young woman's brain, The two of them were more 
than sadists. They were obviously crazy. Marquette was already tearing her 
vagina to pieces, shredding the dry membranes inside, and now he was 
agreeing with Farmer that the latter should fill her rectum with his cock. 
The two of them were maniacs. True, Judy had fingered her there while eating 
her pussy, and she had to admit the two fingers had felt good inside her. 
But the fingers had gently worked their way in, covered with a lot of cuntal 
moisture. But a cock ... a cock would never fit in there. And Eric Farmer's 
cock was a fat enough cock. There was no question but that it would be 
impossible to shove it inside. 

Turning her head, Jo stared at Eric farmer and saw the light of lust 
igniting his eyes. His own suggestion pleased him, mightily. He was 
breathing very heavily, and his panting echoed throughout the room. 

"Damn it all," Farmer nodded, "I am definitely going to fuck that tight 
ass." 

His hard, firm penis was leaping up and down with wild anxiety. The burning 
red tip on what looked like an albino shaft looked ridiculous, bobbing as it 
did, twitching with menace as Farmer continued thinking about sodomizing the 
young woman. 

Jo saw how the idea was eating him up. He was obsessed with it. Yes, he'd be 
able to really punish her by fucking her tight ass-hole. 

"Roll her over, Steve," the white-haired man said. "It's going to be a 
pleasure to pump into this woman's behind. It won't settle the score between 
us, but it's a beginning." 

Jo heard the quivering lust in the older man's voice as he told Marquette to 
roll her over. Marquette, still balanced on his knees, strained, driving the 
last inch of his pulsating penis into her stretched depths, humping, 
pumping, shoving, forcing, gasping and sighing as he drove his strained cock 
all the way into her stretched tunnel. He pushed harder and harder, and Jo 
screamed louder, the agony of his throbbing flesh in her dry well causing 
overpowering pain. He kept cramming the cock until the full length of the 
massive missile was inside, and Jo, with tears streaming down her face, felt 
herself being roughly pulled against Marquette's very hairy body as he 
rolled over so she was the one on top. His hands reached down and each 
cupped the full moon of an ass-cheek, firmly holding her in place. 

This was truly humiliating. Jo hadn't felt this ashamed since the time 
Marquette had forced this very same cock down her throat. Her hot cunt was 
aflame, but not with licentiousness. It was burning with pain from the 
intense stretching it was receiving from Marquette's swollen cock. If only 
the son of a bitch had waited until she was wet. But no, there was no 
pleasure for him unless he was humiliating her. And now her buns were 
sticking up in the air as she lay against Marquette, her cunt still fully 
absorbing the punishing length of his stiff prick. Her ass was vulnerable to 
Farmer. Jesus! With that lance he sported the white-haired man would tear 
her rectum apart. Jo sensed him kneeling behind her, and it made more tears 
flow from her eyes, which, in turn, caused Marquette to laugh out loud. 

"Please," she begged. "Please, both of you, don't do this. I've never done 
any physical damage to either of you. Why are the both of you so intent on 
hurting me this way? I'd never do a thing like this to anyone." 

"It's the only way we can get even," Farmer told her. 

Jo's brain was whirling, a totally confused mass of apprehensive 
incomprehension. All this could kill her. Her one hope lay in Judy's 
realizing something was wrong when she came back. Judy was a much stronger 
woman than herself. Judy would know just what to do to make certain these 
animals never molested her again. Judy was her one hope. 

But even as she thought about her friend she felt the swollen pulsations of 
Steve Marquette's throbbing cock as it flexed inside her. And she abruptly 
realized her body, without her wanting it to happen, was slowly but surely 
becoming aroused. Little by little her inner juices were starting to flow in 
the tightness of her filled vaginal cavern. The walls were slowly being 
oiled, and her internal self was naturally opening and adjusting to the 
throbbing of the hardness filling it. 

Marquette gripped the young woman tightly, his long, thick penis impaled to 
its full depth in the slowly moistening cloister of Jo's trembling vagina. 
His knees kept her soft, lovely, tender thighs licentiously spread apart, 
leaving her cutely puckered nether hole nakedly exposed to the perverse 
assault Eric Farmer intended attempting. Jo felt completely helpless, and 
she tremblingly gasped, realizing there simply was nothing on earth to save 
her from the terrifying lust of these two evil men. 

Farmer moved between her quivering, widespread buttocks, staring at the 
tight little mounds, leaning down and pressing his face close to where Steve 
Marquette's cock was fully buried in the sucking depths of her hot cunt. The 
angle of her ass-cheeks was such, the smooth, whitely rounded globes were 
pulled far apart, exposing her tiny, brown bud. 

"You know," Farmer murmured, still staring at the way it seemingly winked at 
him. "I'll bet she's never been fucked back there. I'll bet her ass-hole is 
still cherry." 

"Then by all means, take her anal virginity," 

Marquette insisted. "Fuck her good, Eric." 

Farmer stared at the tightness of her ass-hole, looking like a little brown 
star above the cock-filled cunt that was already starting to dribble juices 
down the length of Marquette's throbbing penis, onto his balls. Her vagina 
looked like a tightly closed mouth with lips nibbling on the hardness thrust 
between them. Yes, even though her vagina had been dry, it had capably taken 
Marquette's cock. But her ass ... well that was something else again. It was 
a much narrower pucker, and there was no doubt no cock had ever breached it. 
This was going to be a very tight fit. 

Without saying a word, Farmer extended his forefinger, probing carefully 
into the snug, rubbery tightness of Jo's resisting rear passage. He decided 
to widen it a little before ramming his hard cock inside, otherwise her hole 
just might not open up enough for him to fit inside. 

Jo instantly tightened her rectal pucker, and as a result she immediately 
felt pain as he forced his finger into her. This was the first time a finger 
was probing into her rectum with a penis already in her cunt, and it was 
making her rear passageway much tighter. She squeezed her sphincter muscle 
as tight as possible, but even then her body was trembling as inner lust 
continued seeping through her, getting her hotter. She sensed a licentious 
thrill. 

Jesus! These two bastards were something else, always looking to harm 
someone else, just for the fun of it. And yet, what they were doing to her 
seemed like a fitting punishment as far as her conscience was concerned. The 
white-haired man who had once been her employer was now going to spike his 
throbbing cock into the tiny, narrow hole between her ass-cheeks to give her 
more agony. He wasn't going to bother moistening the area with a little 
saliva, but he was shoving his finger in there to widen her ... not because 
he was concerned with what she felt, but because he wanted to make certain 
his hard prick fitted into her. There was no consideration for her. And with 
Steve Marquette's cock in her cunt, ramming against the membranous wall 
separating her ass from her vagina, there would be agonizing pain, the like 
of which she had yet to feel. 

Even so, there was a latent streak of masochism in Jo, and as the finger 
wormed deeper into her rectum, she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. 
The moving finger was slowly but surely enlarging the dry, tiny oval of her 
ass-hole, preparing it for the skewering entrance of his stabbing penis. 

Jo felt Farmer's finger pushing deeper and deeper into her anal canal, and 
turning her head, she saw the hungry anticipation written all over his face. 
He was hungry to fuck her ass, all right. It was not only a question of 
hurting her. The two were intent on robbing her of her self-respect. Yes, it 
took cruel, unfeeling men like these to get ahead in the business world, and 
she had proved she was no less cruel than they. 

Jo vainly attempted to wiggle her buttocks away from the white-haired man, 
trying to escape the unnatural assault of his digging finger. But it was to 
no avail. He was plunging his finger in and out, in and out, and her 
ass-hole was eagerly sucking it in. She sensed the pressure of the finger as 
it rubbed against the membrane separating her ass from her cunt. It felt as 
if the finger was rubbing the underside of Marquette's throbbing cock, 
pressing against the same wall from the opposite side. 

Farmer was unable to restrain himself. He pulled his finger from the 
tightness of her rectal hallway. It made a lewd popping sound when it pulled 
out, and this excited him even more. His churning balls felt as if they 
would explode in the protective sac of wrinkled flesh that surrounded them. 

Jo felt her torso being tugged all the more tightly against Marquette's 
hairy body. Then she felt Farmer lean across her back, his white, steel 
wool-like hair scratching the smooth softness of her tender skin as he 
placed the rounded tip of his lasciviously bloated phallus between the soft 
cushions of her tender ass. He pressed forward, digging it into the softly 
yielding crevice, touching her anal pucker. Marquette held Jo even more 
tightly, forcing her body all the way down on his throbbing shaft, and 
Farmer began shoving forward. The massive penile point began thrusting 
solidly into her narrow tightness, stretching the tiny opening as the 
cherry-red tip of Farmer's phallus flexed with salacious anxiety. 

"Ohhhhhh! Hhhhuuuunnnngggghhhh!" Jo grunted as the heavy penis pushed, 
relentlessly expanding the tightness of her sphincter. 

Jo trembled, wondering if she would be able to survive this obscene 
punishment. The pain was far greater than anything her tortured body had 
ever been able to stand, before. She felt Farmer lurch forward again, and 
the pain became too much for her to bear. She knew her body would never be 
able to withstand much more of this. He was going to kill her by ripping her 
rectum right out of her. 

"For God's sake!" she screamed. "No more ... NO MORE..." 

She was squirming insanely, yelling and protesting in vain, futilely trying 
to tug herself away from the heavy pressure as mounting torment continued 
driving its way into her soft body. But the two men had her firmly 
restrained between them. 

Ignoring her loud pleas, Farmer slammed his lust-bloated cock forward again, 
using all his strength. He pushed hard, then pushed harder, and then he 
suddenly felt her tightly clenched rectal ring abruptly surrender to the 
force of his pressure. Ramming with all his strength, he shoved his swollen 
cockhead into her small, narrow anal opening, widely stretching it ... 
feeling it close around his throbbing penis like the jaws of a bear trap. 

"Yiiiii-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH..." Jo screamed as her speared ass-hole was wickedly 
opened to a size she had never known before. The agony of his sodomizing 
attack thrust itself into her brain with the force Of a ten-ton trailer 
truck. She desperately tried freeing herself, but there was no way. And in 
her body a strong conflict took place between overpowering agony and the 
diffused thrills of heady lust. Yet, in a way, this all seemed like the 
natural culmination of everything that had begun the day she had walked into 
the Long Neck Chevrolet Agency. She didn't know why, but Jo suddenly gave up 
struggling, determined to once again accept the humiliation being dealt her. 

Farmer felt her surrender, and responded by solidly attacking with his 
thrusting hips while lifting his flabby stomach out of the way. He nailed 
his hardened pole of wrathful flesh three inches into the narrow, rubbery 
tunnel, making Jo scream in agony again and again. Her strong sphincter 
tightly clamped around his hard cock, but the delicious pressure only served 
to make him that much more anxious. He'd show this bitch. What he'd worked 
to build up all his life she had destroyed in less than a year. And he'd 
make her pay by burying the full length of his throbbing prick in the heated 
tightness of her ass and her large intestine. So he shoved again, and the 
softly tender walls of Jo's rectum, now being lubricated by the oily 
emissions from Farmer's throbbing cock seemed to yield the least little bit 
more willingly. He pushed forward, ramming his thighs against her tender 
buttocks. 

"Hhhhhaaaannnngggghhhh!!!" the young woman screamed. 

She felt as if a hot, slender pellet had been wickedly thrust into the 
depths of her rectum, as if someone was trying to slice her in two with a 
hot length of wire. Her trembling loins were stretched. Two phalluses were 
crammed in her with the basic intention of pleasing the men to whom they 
were attached. Here she was, helplessly sandwiched between them, though the 
initial pain in her rectum was finally easing. But even as the agony 
softened, the raging heat that was building steadily in her body continued 
enlarging and swelling. The thrills were now heightened to a fantastic peak, 
turning the passion and shrinking pain in her body into an erotic blend of 
thrilling delight. The vibrant sensations in her trembling belly became 
stronger with each passing moment. 

"Come on," Marquette snapped at his boss, "start fucking, already." He was 
underneath and had to bear the weight of both, Jo and Farmer. 

"Christ!" Farmer gasped. "She has such a fucking tight ass." 

Jo felt his buried penis sucked into the bottom of her colon as the man 
ground against her, as if trying to fuck his throbbingly hard prick deeper 
into her body. Even now, Jo was feeling a strong tingling thrill in the 
depths of her rectum as Farmer and Marquette tried fucking her in rhythm. 
The two penises started moving in tandem, one in while the other moved out, 
then one out while the other moved in. As the seconds passed Jo felt herself 
thriving on the pressure of the two hard pricks, literally loving the 
sensations she was feeling. She was still crying out, but her cries were no 
longer cries of agony. Rather they were sighs of gasping lust as Jo clamped 
her eyes shut, the better to appreciate the deliciously sweet ecstasy 
starting to flow through her. And when she finally opened her eyes they were 
glazed with licentiously delightful sensations. It was good and getting 
better. 

Jo's moistly pink tongue circled her parched lips repeatedly, and the 
thrilling tension increased even more as the pain within continued fading 
away. Little by little the wrenching agony was disappearing and all Jo felt 
was the totally wonderful impalement of the two pricks in her moving body. 

"Ohhhhhh Gdddddd!" Jo yelled. "Fuck me, you two sons of bitches. YESSSSSS! 
FUCK ME HARDERRRRR ... harderrrrr ... come on, both of you ... fuck ... fuck 
... FUCK...." 

She was screaming at her two former bosses at the top of her lungs, and the 
two men responded, proving they were more than anxious to grant her request. 
Their rhythm was perfect, now. Marquette's hips would angle up as he shoved 
his long, thick penis into her sucking cunt, while at the same time Farmer's 
white penis raced into the hotly anxious flesh of her anal tunnel. Jo felt 
pincered between them, hearing their heavy breathing in her ears, feeling 
their gasps wash over her face and neck. This was wilder and more exciting 
than anything she had ever known before, not because either of the men 
fucking her was that great, but because they were doing it in tandem. Two 
cocks moving through her body definitely felt better than one, and now that 
she had been opened up to this possibility, it was something she intended 
exploring at greater length, but with two 'men of her choosing. Her ass-hole 
and her vagina squeezed and crushed the two phalluses in her body. She was 
desperately intent on milking both of them of all their semen. Judy had 
introduced her to the Pill long ago, and she wasn't worried about becoming 
pregnant. 

Her own orgasms were hiding somewhere within her. She felt them lurking 
nearby, but they were there. Right now they were slow in making themselves 
known, but even as she thought about them, Jo knew she was about to 
experience the best set of crises she had ever known. Two were going to hit 
her at the same time. She sensed the way they were building inside her, 
enlarging in both, her vagina and her rectum at the same time. Christ! If 
she had a cock shoved down her throat, and a tongue on her clitoris, she'd 
really be fulfilled. Her mouth already had the taste of orgasm in it, and 
her nostrils quivered with the scent of it, all blending together with the 
quivering sensations in her belly. Shortly, she would feel it all 
culminating in both, her screaming rectum and her wonderfully frothing 
vagina. This was total fulfillment, and Jo was soaring higher and higher, 
the wondrous peak almost within reach. 

Sandwiched between the two bodies Jo shuddered with powerful orgiastic 
energy, her clutching vagina and clinging rectum sucking with heavily 
violent strength. Her continually erotic movements eventually proved to be a 
trigger for all the electrical passion shooting through the three of them. 

Farmer's white phallus slammed far into her large intestine and he began 
shouting, "YYYYYAAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAAGGGGHHHH!! ! " 

Both penises were sunk to the limit in Jo's trembling body, and now 
Marquette began shouting, "YYYYEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" The two poles were firing 
their sizzling sperm into the thirsty depths of her aching body, and the 
squirting fluid was all Jo needed to set her own body off. 

"EEEEYYYYIIIIAAAAGGGGHHHH!! ! " she screamed at the top of her lungs, 
shrieking again and again. Her body thrashed from side to side, totally out 
of control. It was the most fantastic orgasm she had ever experienced. 

Jo fell forward on top of Steve Marquette, feeling Eric Farmer fall on top 
of her. She felt both their hearts beating against her body, and then a 
strange thing happened. She only felt one heartbeat. Eric Farmer's weight on 
her seemed intolerable, and she twisted hard, feeling him slide off and fall 
to the floor, his penis falling out of her. 

That was the moment that the police broke into the agency. They came running 
into the room with Judy right behind them. 

"What happened here?" the senior office was asking. 

"They were raping her," Judy screamed at them. "I saw them come inside and 
block the front door, so I called you people." 

"Hey, Sarge," one of the officers called to the senior policeman, kneeling 
over the body of Eric Farmer. "This guy's had it. Looks like he bought 
himself a ticket to the happy hunting grounds." 

"Looks like you'll be standing trial for rape by yourself," the sergeant 
said to Steve Marquette. "From the look of things, you're in big trouble, 
buddy." 

"So what?" Marquette shrugged as Jo was pulled off him. "Prison seems like a 
very secure place to be, at the moment. If I can't sell cars, at least I can 
make the license plates that are put on them." 

"I'll order a special one just so you can make it," Jo breathed at him as 
Judy found a blanket and covered her with it. 

"You know something," Marquette said to her. "If I had to do it all over 
again, I'd do it the same way. Christ! But you have some body. You're a 
pleasure to fuck." 

"All you had to do was say please, once upon a time, and my body would have 
been all yours," Jo told him. "But you egotists can't see beyond your noses. 
Good-bye, Steve, it might have been nice knowing you ... too bad it wasn't." 

"Now what?" Judy asked, once the police had left. 

"Now," Jo told her, "we take over Farmer's franchise as well, and we really 
get rolling. Honey, we have just begun to sell. I figure that within five 
years we'll be able to take over the entire Chevrolet division of GM. And in 
another six or seven years, we should be in control of the entire company. 
You with me?" 

"You bet," Judy nodded, rubbing her own pussy for good luck. 


THE END
