The Two-Way Mirror
by Roger Grayson


Chapter 1 

It was June 6th, her ex-husband's birthday; Karen Wilson awakened with a 
start and almost immediately fell into a state of depression. In fact, she 
had slept fitfully, the darkened hours measured in short, fleeting 
nightmares in which she kept seeing Jeff's bloodied face in death where he 
had fallen from an enemy shell; she had cried off and on throughout the 
night. It had been horrible. Now, she wondered where he was, if he was all 
right. He had been discharged when his tour of duty was up, that much she 
knew ... and that was all she knew about him. 

Eighteen months we've been separated ... divorced ... good Lord, is it 
possible ...? 

The lovely young girl swung from her bed naked, her long blonde hair an 
entangled mess from her sleepless rolling and tossing. She crossed the room 
to her vanity, her perfectly round and full buttocks quivering slightly with 
the movement; she ran a brush quickly through her lengthy, silken, 
honey-colored tresses. The raising of her arms lifted her firm and lushly 
copious, high-set, widely spaced breasts to a regal state, their rose-tipped 
nipples distending sensitively as she watched in the mirror before her. 
Strange, she meditated, how the mere thought of him could arouse her this 
way, yet when they had been together she had invariably frozen up ... 

He is twenty-five today, two years older than me ... We would've been 
married two years ... I-I wonder if he ever thinks of me ...? 

Subconsciously, she noted her slender waist and the way it flared into 
round, attractive hips. Her shape pleased her. Her stomach was flat and 
smooth as it should be, and her thighs were long, full-swelling, as did her 
calves taper admirably into thin, well-formed ankles. There was nothing 
fraudulent about her body, she thought proudly, no pads necessary, no 
defacing blemishes ... and the soft golden down that sparsely covered her 
pubic mound denoted her natural complexion. The term divorcee did not fit 
her, she thought bitterly. 

She picked up her robe, slipping into it, then looked closer into the 
mirror. Her eyes were swollen and puffy. She poked at the little bags 
beneath them irritably with a long slender finger ... 

Beautiful, laughing hazel eyes, he used to tell me ... 

Thank God, she didn't have to walk into some classroom looking this way. She 
tossed down her brush and went to the bedroom window. A typically hot and 
smoggy Los Angeles summer's morn greeted her. It was 6:30; she hoped she 
might get some writing accomplished, if only a page or so, before the 
temperature reached the unbearable point in the little apartment, but she 
was in such a hellish, downcast mood. The stupid manager hadn't repaired her 
air-conditioning unit as yet, and she doubted that it would be done today. 
June 6th, her Jeffrey's birthday ... God, how she missed him ... and loved 
him ... Happy birthday, darling ... wherever you are ... 

She sighed resignedly, and dabbed at a swelling tear. It was going to be a 
miserable day. 

In passing through the small living-room on her way to the kitchenette, her 
typewriter and the cluttered array of papers around it caught her eye. It 
glared back at her ... an ogre, seemingly challenging her determination. 

"Go to hell," she snapped aloud at the mechanical monster, setting about to 
make herself a cup of instant coffee. "I've beaten you before and I'll do it 
again." 

She spooned the dehydrated powder into a cup and drew hot water from the 
tap. Why hadn't Karl Fletcher contacted her? She had given him the 
manuscript over a week ago, and he was to call and give her his evaluation 
the moment he finished reading it and he'd seemed more than just a little 
anxious to be of service, too. She found herself smiling. Of course, his 
enthusiasm hadn't fooled her. She had felt his little fish eyes raking her 
up and down ... almost sensed his fat, sweaty hands touching her cringing 
flesh a half dozen times when they had ridden up on the elevator together. 
But that was before she had learned he was a literary agent and had gotten 
up the courage to approach him. 

"Why, I had no idea you wrote, Miss Wilson," he had said, drenching her in 
his jowly grin and wiping perspiration from his naked, fringed pate. 
"Imagine that, a writer and an agent living in the same building ..." 

Some phenomenon, Karen mused, dropping into a living room chair, her robe 
falling partially open to reveal the slightly tanned flesh of a smooth 
rounded thigh. All the same, she hadn't told him of the half-dozen 
rejections the book had brought her so far, only of her scant, now-and-then 
magazine credits, implying that she made her living at it. Well, she hadn't 
really lied about that; it was her only earned but thank God for the small 
annuity her parents had arranged for her before their horrible auto accident 
last year. 

After all, she wasn't exactly destitute or without an active means of 
livelihood; she always had her teaching credential that she could rely on 
... even though she had never used it. Her ambition as far back as she could 
remember had been to write. Teaching had been something to fall back on, in 
case the need should ever arise, and so far it hadn't, but there had been 
many discouraging days after Jeff had gone and before the income her parents 
had left her. Now, she was determined, by hook or by crook, and she was 
beginning to believe that one more often made it by "crook" rather than 
ability. 

How many times had Jeff said, It isn't what you know, honey, it's who you 
know. 

Whom, darling, she would correct ... damnit, there she went again. Jeff, 
Jeff, Jeff! He haunted her sleep and tortured her when she was awake. Her 
brain reeked with his memory! Damn him to hell, anyway! She bolted to her 
feet and went to the cupboard for the half-emptied bottle of bourbon. She 
was going to need something this day and there was no question about that. 
There, she was crying again ... She spiked her coffee stiffly, watching 
through blurred eyes, then drank half of it, feeling it burn all the way 
down into her belly. She went back to her chair and fell into it, wiping at 
her eyes once more. 

She could curse him all she liked, she thought, biting at her perpetually 
pouting lower lip ... but it hadn't been his fault, had it? Face it, Karen, 
you blubbering little fool, if it hadn't been for your insane frigidity you 
would be together at this moment! Go on, face it! Think back and think hard! 

That's right, open your mind ... remember those soft, balmy summer nights 
when you were going together? ... two whole years you teased and taunted him 
with your body ... wanting him as badly as he did you ... leading him on to 
that near impossible stopping point, until he would be almost out of his 
mind with desire ... and then, your morals would gurgle up into your throat 
... prudistic bile ... the molten transmutation of a too severe, religious 
upbringing, until in horrified repugnance you would fend him off ... and 
only because he loved you ... because he respected you ... had he 
reluctantly given in. 

Oh God, it was inevitable! She realized that now ... had for a long time ... 
It was following a dance and they'd both had too much to drink. Graduation 
was only a month away and they planned to be married the week after. 
Already, Jeff had a place in a small office of architects who were handling 
some veteran housing projects for the government. It was a magnificent start 
for him, and she would be able to write. They'd both been so happy; had 
thought or talked of nothing else but their life together and the home Jeff 
was going to design and build for them. Karen smiled softly to herself as 
she remembered. 

That night they had gone to their usual secluded, private parking place, 
climbing into the back seat where they would have room for their limited 
nature of love-games. They'd never gone all the way, but Lord knows, it was 
getting more difficult for her to control him, especially with her own 
passion and need just about driving her wild. Things had been getting 
further out of hand at every session, and probably if it hadn't been for her 
over-scrupulous determination to bring her virginity to their marriage bed 
she would've long before given in to him. Their friends were all enjoying 
each other to the fullest, they both knew, and that hadn't helped matters. 
He constantly badgered her with that until finally she had conceded to the 
gentle caresses of his hands beneath her blouse, undoing her bra and 
handling her naked breasts, kneading and massaging them into a vibrant, 
hard-rippled throbbing, setting her whole hungry body aflame with desire. 

Perhaps, it was what they had drunk that night, rather than the amount, or 
maybe, it was just inevitable ... but suddenly, he had taken her left breast 
into his mouth, his lips encompassing the entire aureole, his tongue playing 
maddeningly about her erect throbbing nipple, and she had been so out of her 
mind with the bliss of the moment that his warm hand creeping up the soft 
flesh of her inner thighs had seemed a necessary part of her rapture. 

"Oh, Jeff, darling ... no, no we can't do this, my sweet," she had gasped 
into his ear, her fingers running through his hair, pressing his face and 
tantalizing, sucking mouth tight to her naked breast, while she squirmed 
beneath his hot hand caressing her open white thighs, moving ever upward and 
over her soft quivering belly, then down to stroke the nylon covered 
softness of her pubic mound, until she had actually whimpered aloud from the 
shock and sensation of his fingers slipping inside her pantie-leg to 
insinuate themselves into the moist waiting slit of her virginal womanhood 

Even now, Karen shivered excitedly, as she remembered the unbelievable 
titillating spasms that had raced through her from the first galvanic, 
tactile contact of his finger with the pink, sensitive flesh of her vagina 
... The never before feelings of pleasure had rendered her momentarily 
helpless and she had writhed almost frantically beneath his hand 
ministrations. 

"Jeff ... Jeff ... we mustn't, darling ..." she had pleaded, suddenly aware 
that all sense of control was getting away from both of them. 

"Why ...? Why ...?" he moaned, moving his finger upward between the moist, 
fleshy lips of her hair-lined vulva, tracing through the warm pink flesh to 
the tiny bud of her clitoris and teasing the enshrined sensitive sprout into 
immediate hardness. 

"Oooohhh," she had moaned, raising his face to her own between her hands and 
locking her lips wetly to his, her tongue darting into his mouth even as her 
thighs separated further in unwitting invitation to his hand. 

She hardly heard the metallic whisper of his zipper ... hardly was conscious 
of anything but the overwhelming joy-filled transport of the moment ... 
until she felt the sudden hot, naked hardness pressing against the soft 
flesh of her exposed thigh. Even then, there was a blank moment while it 
registered in her fevered brain. His prick! He had taken it out and was 
pressuring its long bluntness tight against her smooth flesh. He groaned 
into her mouth as his finger slipped down through her wet pussy and probed 
at the mouth of her vagina, sending further spasms of rippling pleasure 
coursing through her, momentarily anesthetizing her. 

The huge, hot throbbing of his penis against her leg jarred her back to 
reality. She arched her neck and began negative movements with her head, 
clenching her teeth to him as she moaned an audible, "No ... No ... No ... 
Jeff!" 

Suddenly, he took her hand and wrapped her fingers his cock, holding it 
there briefly while the first shock of its strange feeling to her touch 
passed. She didn't fight it, but instead, found herself squeezing gently, 
letting her sense of touch convey its message to her brain. It was immense. 
She'd never had any idea of their size and a slight twinge of fear caught at 
her belly. 

His hand left hers but she continued to cling to his shaft while a gasp of 
pleasure escaped him. Experimentally, she began to stroke it, her fingers 
barely able to encircle its thickness. Slowly, she drew the thick outer skin 
up and down, her breath tight in her throat at her own excitement of 
handling and massaging his cock while he slipped his finger deeper and 
deeper into her ever-expanding cunt, a complete feeling of unprecedented 
fulfillment creeping over her. 

Again, she opened her mouth to his kiss, letting her hand slip down to 
explore the velvety soft hairiness of his balls, caressing and cupping them 
gently by instinct. She was extremely wet now down between her legs from the 
juices his finger was inciting as it played within the tingling lips of her 
soft hair-lined pussy, stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen in 
a gentle rotating motion that had begun to frighten her. She didn't want to 
lose her virginity now ... not this way ... not yet ... but the pleasure he 
was bringing her overshadowed all else and she found herself moving her hips 
up against his finger, her thighs spreading wider as her hand slipped back 
up to stroke his prick with increasing vigor. 

He had begun to grind his teeth and grunt out his pleasure with every 
breath, while her own growing apprehension at the stage things had reached, 
struggled against the intoxication saturating and taking command of every 
fiber of her tingling body. She felt the cool wetness of his rock-hard shaft 
smear against the warm flesh of her inner thigh as she worked the heavy skin 
up and down his long, thick cock and wondered if he was ejaculating, or 
whether it was the lubricating fluid she had read about in the sex guides to 
a happy marriage. My God, it was getting harder and bigger ... It jerked in 
her hand and she caressed it affectionately, making him grunt again. He was 
struggling ... moving on top of her! 

"Damnit, Karen ... I've got to have you! I can't wait any longer!" 

"No, Jeff ... Oh, no, darling ... we can't! You know we can't ..." she 
gasped back at him, the full realization that it was all out of control 
suddenly hitting her with full impact. She let go of his prick and thrust 
her hands between them, shoving against his chest and clamping her thighs 
tightly together, locking his imbedded finger deep in her cunt. She tried to 
squirm her buttocks down into the seat to rid her vagina of the invading 
finger even as she held it securely inside her with her tightly braced 
thighs. Her mounting consternation of moments before had abruptly 
transformed into sheer dread. A loathsome feeling of repugnance over their 
dangerous performance caused a wave of near-panic to seize hold of her, to 
the point where she barely knew what she was doing, and suddenly she was 
clawing at him while her hips squirmed wildly beneath him, his finger still 
buried deep up into her vagina. 

"Oh ... Oh, damn you ... damn you, Jeff Lewis! Stop! No, no, stop, I tell 
you!" she half-screamed into his face. 

He'd made no verbal response, she well remembered, but the mask of lust 
contorting his handsome features sent a shock of utter horror surging 
through her. She had tried to reason with him, but suddenly he had jerked 
his hand from between her legs and was forcing her thighs open to him, 
digging his fingers brutally into their soft tender flesh, his teeth 
clenched, his lips bared back like an attacking, feral animal. 

"Oh God, not ... no, Jeff! Please ... please don't!" she cried, writhing and 
flailing furiously beneath him, but she'd been no match for his lust-crazed 
strength. 

In her frantic squirming and kicking she had scissored out her legs, 
sufficient for him to slam his hips down heavily between them, until she 
quickly found herself pinned under his weight, her full wide-splayed thighs 
open defenselessly to him, her fear-quivering buttocks secured tightly to 
the seat. 

"Jeff, Jeff ... please listen to me? No, you can't do this! Not this way, 
darling ... I beg you!" she whined, half-wailed up at him while her hands 
balled into little fists and hammered against his chest futilely. 

She screamed as he hooked his fingers into the narrow wisp of nylon covering 
her crotch and ripped it away with a savage, ripping sound, and almost 
instantly she had felt the blunt, turgid head of his huge penis as he worked 
it up and down between the moist fleshy lips of her cunt with his hand 
thrust down between them. 

God, there had been no fighting him. His knees had held hers wide apart and 
he had found and poised the blood-filled head of his throbbing member 
against the tight little elastic mouth of her vagina. With one last 
desperate effort and in her horror, she had raised her hips in an attempt to 
dislodge him, to throw him off her, and as she did he had rammed his pelvis 
forward, sending his cock splitting and tearing furiously up into her tight 
quivering cunt. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!" she had half-grunted, half-screamed, kicking her legs 
out wildly in shocked disbelief at the total agony his fiendish assault sent 
shrieking from the core of her body to her brain. He had ripped her wide 
open, she knew, and the blood was streaming from her. She had felt the thin 
membrane of her hymen give way before the vicious onslaught and she was 
certain he had torn the tight opening of her virginal hole. 

Again she squealed, kicking out and was immediately sorry, for it only 
worsened her position as his moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling 
waves before it, digging deeper and deeper into the soft warm confines of 
her secret and treasured cuntal channel. 

She wept profusely from the beginning, both in shame and physical anguish as 
he had continued to batter into her, until finally she felt his balls slap 
solidly against her buttocks and his pelvis ground against hers ... then, he 
stopped, breathing in heavy rasps, his thick hard rod sunk all the way to 
its lengthy depths inside her quaking belly, the warm wet walls of her 
vagina wrapped so tightly around it that she could feel every ridge and 
wrinkle of the pain-giving instrument of lust. 

Maybe it was then, as she lay impaled in excruciating pain, like some 
ravaged serf out of the dark ages with the raping cudgel of the brutal 
invader spearing into her chaste, defenseless vagina, or maybe it had been 
that moment when he had forced himself between her legs and ripped away her 
panties ... or was it the first seconds of racking torment when he had burst 
into her? Whichever, the metamorphosis of passion to Anaphrodisia had taken 
place. Desire, if and when it came over her ever after was to be accompanied 
by fear and dread. 

God, was she really to blame? Even then, she had begged him to stop. He 
hadn't even given her the opportunity to adjust to his sudden presence 
buried deep in her womb. He had just begun to fuck, like a madman, his mouth 
slack, his eyes staring unseeingly as he rammed into her and she groaned in 
unceasing torment beneath him, mumbling incoherently, her tears bathing her 
cheeks. Then, his hands were groping at her ripe, full breasts, clutching 
insanely, flesh protruding painfully in white bloodless ridges between his 
straining fingers. He had chewed at her nipples until the blood trickled 
from them, and even then she had tried, tried, tried to gentle his brutal 
attack. The damage had been done; he had taken her ... let her give herself 
to it and to him in love ... She could forgive him ... she could! 

But it was as if she had read his sudden lust-demented mind. One thought 
blinded him ... to spew his hot, scalding load of pent-up sperm deep inside 
her ... fulfill and release himself ... with no longer any thought of her. 
God, she had so wanted to know the ecstasy of love in its entirety ... but 
he was fucking her like a slut, not making love to her! 

She whined up at him once more, pleading, begging, but her whimpers were in 
vain. Suddenly, he had slid his hands beneath her thighs and was lifting 
them. She didn't resist ... even helped as he pushed them up and back, 
locking his arms behind them and forcing her down into the seat beneath his 
rampaging thrusts that was blunting the cruel, spongy head of his cock 
against her virginal cervix. She hit her lower lip arid held to his ribs as 
he pummeled unmercifully into her. The horrible agony had passed and there 
was a time of indecision gripping at her. She wanted to tell him how much 
she loved him ... how, how close she was to understanding ... but then, he 
sucked in an enormous breath and his cock slammed into her naked, upturned 
buttocks with a wild and new fervor. He was going to cum in her belly! She 
could feel it in the tensing and jerking of his hard muscular body heavy 
upon her. His breath was hot and coming in gasping rushes against her face. 
She remembered that further panic had gripped her because he was using no 
contraceptive. Supposing she should get pregnant? How horrible ... a child 
born out of such savagery ... 

She had never really stopped crying, but whether it was more from the 
physical or mental pain, she was not sure. He began to fuck into her with 
fierce inhumaneness, his huge prick scoring the tender, sensitive walls of 
her tight, unwanting vagina mercilessly. He held her knees hack to her 
shoulders in an abasing, cramped position that exposed the upturned plain of 
her helpless, defenseless crotch completely to his vicious Islet. With every 
stroke, he drew almost completely out of her then plunged forward with 
demoniacal force. She had never felt so ashamed or humiliated in her entire 
life. It was the end for them ... there never could be anything between them 
again ... he hated her ... she knew it! 

Then, she felt his thundering prick growing bigger and bigger as it dug 
deeper and deeper into her warm, wet passage, until suddenly, he threw back 
his head, a guttural, racking sound coming from deep in his chest as she 
felt his rock-hard cock jerk wildly inside her and his white hot sperm 
spewing from its tip in great spurts. 

"Oh God, no, no, not" she wailed in helpless submission as she felt the 
thick, hot fluid splashing wetly in a swirling pool in her vagina, filling 
her womb and belly to the almost overflowing point ... 

And it was done. Like that ... she remembered it all too vividly ... how he 
had slunk off of her, shamed in the aftermath of his vented lust, tears 
actually streaming down his cheeks ... begging her to forgive him ... vowing 
to make it up to her. What a pathetic sight he had presented ... and God, 
how she loved him. They had wept together, holding tight to one another, 
long into the wee hours of morning, pledging and re-pledging their love ... 
but it was never to be the same for her again. 

They had been married that weekend ... the first day, and night, of six 
short months of sexual fiascos. She had only to see him coming at her with 
an erection to set the cold chills of revulsion creeping along her spine. 
God knows, she tried ... did everything to hide it from him ... even 
pretended at orgasm like any good whore, for that was how she felt about 
herself. She was his private, and personal whore, well paid for his use of 
her body ... 

Oh God, do I have to keep this up all day? 

Abruptly, Karen got to her feet, went to the kitchenette and made herself a 
second cup of coffee, bracing it with bourbon once more, but lightly this 
time. She was a drinker, especially at seven o'clock in the morning. It was 
just that she had needed something to bolster her after the hectic night ... 
and today being his birthday. Again, she found herself wondering where he 
was, if he was well ... and happy. 

Perhaps he had even married again. She had no way of knowing. Her limited 
circle of friends were all comparatively new acquaintances she had made 
since their divorce, none of whom had ever known Jeff. She had learned of 
his discharge from an old college-mate, Chick Spellman, accidentally bumping 
into him one day while shopping, and they'd had lunch together. He had come 
across Jeff in a bar in San Francisco two days following Jeff's discharge 
and they had gotten blazingly drunk for a solid week. But he hadn't been 
able to tell her much more, or perhaps it was just that he hadn't wanted to. 
Well, it didn't make much difference anyway, did it? It was all over and 
done with now. A part of the divorcee's bitter past. 

Oh, she wasn't so bad off, she supposed, if she could only think about it 
intelligently. She had friends, both male and female, and she certainly got 
around enough. Of course, there was always the divorce stigma, with every 
man assured in his mind that she was a certain lay. The fact of the matter 
was that she had slept with no man since Jeff ... none whatever, but 
sometimes, the desire to be made love to, the sheer, raw, sexual craving of 
her lush young body nearly drove her mad. Yet, she knew that the mere sight 
of a man standing naked before her, or lying against her, his bard fleshy 
rod touching her soft body would immediately instigate the old rigor mortis 
... she would freeze like an icicle. God, what an affliction. 

Well, she had her writing, she thought, plodding slowly back to her chair. 
It had really become her whole life. Success was all she sought now ... that 
illusive goddess, success. And her book was good; she felt certain of that. 
The rejections were not indicative of its quality. Editors were forced to 
turn down many good works for numerous other reasons. 

Why didn't Karl Fletcher call? He must've read it by this time. Perhaps, she 
should call him. Why not? Damnit, that's just what she would do, she decided 
determinedly. She would shower and dress and give him a call at his office 
after nine. Yes, she would ... 

She arose suddenly and started for the bath. Enroute, she stuck her tiny 
pink tongue out at her typewriter, then smiled to herself. She was beginning 
to feel better. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad day after all. 

* * * 

After nine, Karen telephoned Karl Fletcher's office. 

"This is a coincidence," he said. "I was just going to call you, Miss 
Wilson. I've finished your novel and I'm quite excited about it." 

"Really? You liked it then?" A tremor of elation spiraled through her. She 
visualized his pudgy, grinning face. 

"I feel it definitely has merit. There are a few things ... but nothing 
major," he said. "I've been trying to get around to calling you, but I've 
been ... Say, why don't you have dinner with me this evening, where we can 
discuss it leisurely?" 

"Well ..." His voice was like syrup. She hesitated, then: "All right, I'd 
like that, Mr. Fletcher." 

"Around eight then ... I'll call for you?" 

"Very well ... around eight." 

Karen cradled the receiver and smiled. So, maybe ... this was it ... the 
long awaited big break. She was ... pleased as she moved slowly into the 
kitchenette ... and proceeded to make herself a third cup of instant. No 
bourbon necessary this time, she decided. Maybe, she could even work now, in 
fact, she thought, it was really going to be a good day in the long run. 

 Chapter 2 

Karl Fletcher was somewhere in his early forties, Karen decided. He was 
rather short, perhaps a couple of inches taller than her five-five, and he 
was overly puffy about the middle, but he dressed with taste and the 
expensive cut of his clothes hid it well. He had the fat man's second, 
almost third chin, small wet, colorless eyes and a tiny, babyish mouth that 
seemed constantly engaged in a rather simpering smile. It was like a dimple 
in the center of his pink, cherubic face ... not exactly the date of her 
choice, she mused, but she was quite thrilled and pleased when he told her 
they were going to the Hearthstone. 

The place was an exclusive dinner-house noted for its catering to 
celebrities and patrons of the arts and Karen was quite excited when he 
pointed out this one and that one, exchanged recognized noble with others, 
and finally introduced her to the handsome, noted literary agent, Nathan 
Brendell. 

"A pleasure, Miss Wilson," Brendell said, his square face caught in a warm 
smile, his deep grey eyes appraising her in several sweeping, up and down, 
glances. He was tall and broad, muscular and slightly white at the temples, 
a striking man of obvious confidence and dominating personality, probably in 
his fifties, she thought, as she felt his discerning eyes strip her 
appreciatively. 

Karen felt like squirming beneath his almost obvious lecherous gaze, and 
diverted her own eyes to the much younger, attractive dark-eyed woman with 
him, less she commence to blush. The woman smiled, intuitively, it seemed to 
Karen, as if she understood. She said, "Better come along Nat. I think 
Parker is motioning that he has our table." 

"Yes ... yes, of course, dear," replied Brendell, a slight ring of 
irritation to his voice. "Look here, young lady, if Fletcher doesn't take 
good care of you on this book of yours, drop around to my office, eh?" 

Karen smiled. "Thank you ... I'll remember that, Mr. Brendell." 

They went off and Karl Fletcher cleared his throat. "A regular damned 
pirate, that one," he said. "A lusty one too, I'll tell you that." 

"Was that his wife with him?" Karen questioned. 

"Yes. Muriel Standard, the British actress of a few years ago. Didn't you 
recognize her?" 

"I thought she looked very familiar to me," said Karen. "Now I remember ... 
of course. Beautiful, isn't she ..." 

"Yes ... I suppose so, in that strict English way," he agreed, leaning an 
elbow onto their table and peering at her through the candle-light. "But 
personally, I prefer blondes with deep hazel eyes." 

Karen managed a smile. She raised her martini to her lips. He said: "You 
know, you're ravishing with hair upswept that way, Karen ... may I call you 
Karen?" 

She nodded. "If you like." There was a little sheen of oiliness that had 
oozed from the pores of his pug nose, causing it to glisten in the 
flickering light. Subconsciously, it made Karen wonder about her own. "About 
the book, Mr. Fletcher ..." 

He started to speak just as the tall brunette in flowing white silk 
appeared, the immaculate white collie dog she led moving slowly into the 
plush, wine-carpeted room. Karen had witnessed spectaculars of sorts before, 
but this entrance had whipped her breath away. The girl ... woman was 
absolutely stunning. She held her head high, almost regally, and her skin 
was the hue of ivory. Her breasts, in fact, her entire body, were 
suggestively visible beneath the gown she wore, and Karen was certain she 
could detect the black pubic hair of her mons veneris. She was stunning ... 
absolutely stunning ... 

"Claudia! Darling ... so nice to see you," Fletcher said, leaping to his 
feet and going to her. 

She smiled and it was something of a celestial event itself, Karen thought. 

"How are you, Fletcher? I see you sold another dull book into movie trivia," 
she said, speaking in a husky but soft and controlled voice that inspired an 
envious tremor to move through Karen. 

"I want you to meet someone," Karl Fletcher said, his little mouth wide in a 
smile. He caught her hand and led her the several feet. "This is Karen 
Wilson who has just completed a magnificent book, Claudia ... undoubtedly a 
best seller." 

"Undoubtedly," the woman remarked, sweeping her onyx eyes away from him and 
onto Karen in a rapid softening warmth. "I'm Claudia Gray, my dear. This is 
Splender." She drew the animal back and it actually bowed, touching its long 
nose to the floor. "If this beast tries to exploit you, I'll be glad to read 
your work," she said coolly. 

Karen had not spoken. She felt stupid, as if she had been rendered dumb of a 
sudden. The girl-woman was an apparition, and the vision had bewitched her. 
Karen gaped as Parker, the captain, stumbled and nearly fell getting to her. 

"Who ... who is she?" she managed. 

Karl Fletcher almost sighed. "A remarkable woman in our world," he said, 
sitting down slowly as he watched her and the animal being led to a secluded 
table. "I know of no one with her influence in the studios. Really, none of 
us knows anything about her ... except that she's a remarkable agent ... and 
woman." 

"Yes ... I can see about the woman part." 

Suddenly, his mind had come back to her, his little wet eyes seemingly 
inspired by what they had just engorged themselves upon. 

"You were saying, Mr. Fletcher ...?" 

"Karl," he corrected, smiling. Then he grew serious. "Yes ... well now, I 
think we should get right to the meat of this publishing situation, Karen. 
No use of me stringing you along one way or the other, is there?" 

"I-I'd prefer you didn't," Karen said. She had experienced a little let-down 
at his words. So, here it comes, she thought, watching him as he carefully 
selected his approach. 

"Frankly, your book is good. As I said on the phone, there are a few things, 
but all minor ... a couple of character flaws and a little plot weakness in 
one or two spots, but in general, good, my dear ... damned good." 

"Then, you feel you can sell it for me?" 

"Oh, I don't doubt for a minute that I can sell it ... once we've ironed out 
those weak points," he said, his small eyes scrutinizing her carefully. "But 
you must remember, my dear ... first books are notoriously bad risks for 
publishers, and bring little remuneration to their authors other than 
satisfaction." He simpered. "I mean, without a name, who wants to read you?" 

Karen tasted her martini. "Everyone has to start somewhere, Mr. Fletcher 
..." 

Karl, he corrected again. 

"Besides ... Karl, I don't have to make a fortune from it ... not did I hope 
to ..." 

"I don't believe you're grasping my full meaning, dear," he said with a 
shake of his head. Then, he raised his hand, gesturing to their waiter. 

"Two martinis, Henry." To her: "Look at it this way ... why not a 
best-seller right off the bat? It could be, you know, with just a little 
work, and no disrespect, darling ... but with a little professional know-how 
... I mean, first book, best seller ... what follows? Movie rights, of 
course ... and from there, fame and fortune ... are you with me?" 

"You lost me right after two martinis, Henry," Karen said, smiling. 

Karl Fletcher laughed warmly. "It's a business, Karen," he said, leaning 
closer onto the table. "A great big fat money business. When and if the 
publisher buys your book he is only concerned with how much money he is 
going to make from it. He has to be. When and if the agent takes you on as a 
client, he is only concerned in your remunerative power ... his commission 
is how he makes his living. Look, every day I read first novels some of them 
damned good, too, but I won't waste my time with them. Why not? I can't 
afford to waste my time for the meager return ..." 

Henry brought their drinks. It gave her a moment to think. He was still 
talking in big circles, but slowly centering in toward his point. Karen ran 
her tongue over the edge of her pretty lower lip. She was convinced that she 
already knew what he was getting to. She lifted her glass and cut deeply 
into its liquid content. The question was, how badly did she want this 
success she had been chasing since God knows when? How bad? Badly ... that 
was how bad. Bad enough? Yes, she thought, looking around her at this 
pleasing, fulfilling, immediate representation of fame and fortune ... bad 
enough ... more than anything else she could possibly think of ... and then, 
momentarily, she thought of Jeff ... 

"Darling, you're a big girl now, as they say." Karl Fletcher brought her 
back to the reality of the moment. "Who am I to try and kid you. There's a 
little old saying that hits the nail right on the head in this small and 
limited world of art ... and it goes like this ... it's not what you know 
... but who you sleep with." 

So, there it was! "Whom," she corrected automatically. 

"What's that?" 

Karen laughed. The martinis had produced a pleasant glow that seemed to 
round off all the sharp edges. She felt the atmosphere keenly, as if she 
belonged. Music, the soft, singing lilt of violins in some romantic strain 
she could not place rained down over her like a snowfall of stardust. Even 
Karl Fletcher assumed imaginative proportions before her. 

Suddenly, he said: "The question is, darling ... how badly do you want 
success?" 

Karen smiled beautifully, sensuously ... almost seductively. "Badly," she 
replied in her soft, throaty voice. "Very badly, Karl ... darling." 

 Chapter 3 

It was his birthday and Jeff Lewis had taken the day off. He had phoned in 
sick after Toni suggested it, the idea being that they would celebrate the 
occasion by driving down to one of the beaches after he kept his appointment 
with the Nathan Brendells. He hadn't cared much either was and would just as 
soon have gone in, but had agreed to please her. She was a sweet girl, a 
regular little live-wire who would gladly spend her life on the beach even 
though she never went near the water, and she was always trying to do 
thoughtful things to please him ... such as the Brendell appointment. 

How she had managed to get them to look at his plans was still quite vague 
in his mind, but he felt certain she had somehow managed it with that 
voluptuous little body of hers. Ever since he'd known her and they'd been 
sharing this apartment together she had been trying to sleep with the right 
people, furthering her career bed by bed, and successfully so he had to 
admit. She was a clever pixie, cute and lovable with sparkling dark eyes and 
short-cropped jet-black hair, plus a natural inborn acting ability that was 
being seen more and more on the screen as the beds grew plushier. 

Right now she was lying on her back in their bed watching him dress, naked 
and sensuously squirming around to tease him with her usual mischievous 
antics, knowing that he was watching her in the mirror while he knotted his 
tie. He reflected a trace of a smile in the glass but his heart wasn't in 
it. He was thinking of the fruitlessness of this appointment with the 
wealthy Brendells. He entertained no great expectations from the meeting. 
People of their caliber preferred architect-builders with a reputation and 
money behind them, not some half-assed fly-by-night with nothing but 
ambition going for him. Nevertheless, he'd agreed to try after she'd gotten 
it all set up for him, and try he would ... 

"You act as if you were going to a funeral," Toni St. Clair remarked from 
the bed, raising both of her deeply tanned legs ceilingward, her feet 
together, then lifting her gently rounding hips onto elbow-braced hands, 
presenting her full, soft white buttocks to him as she pumped her legs in a 
bicycle exercise. 

"Afraid I can't get enthused, Toni," he said, going to the closet for his 
lightweight summer jacket. "This is about the twentieth set of plans I've 
burned the midnight oil over, and got nothing but a thanks for letting us 
see them, Mr. Lewis. We'll call you when we decide ..." 

"Nothing good comes easy, darling ... even me," she said, smiling impishly 
across the room at him as she continued her nude, provocative calisthenics, 
her feeling for the handsome, slender-faced, tall young man with the 
thin-lipped mouth and deep brown, almost ruthless, eyes, obvious in her 
every glance and gesture toward him. 

Jeff grinned back at her as he ran a comb quickly through his long, wavy 
black hair. Damn her ... she was a wild mite of a girl. He strode over and 
looked down at her, watching her erect, firm young breasts with their 
partially distended dark red nipples, quiver from the pumping movements of 
her upthrust lower body. He walked to the foot of the bed and caught at her 
ankles, spreading them apart so that he could look down at the dark peach of 
soft silky hair covering her lower belly and the fleshy lips of her narrow 
vaginal slit that trailed downward to join the split of her soft white 
buttocks. 

"Like it?" she teased, her sprightly smile meant to taunt. 

"Didn't you get enough this morning?" 

"Do I ever?" 

Jeff shook his head, then drew his fingertip tantalizingly through the 
silken hair, tracing the thin line of her cunt with the faintest of pressure 
until an obvious shudder rippled the soft flesh of her inner thighs and 
upward across her flat belly. 

"Ooohhhh ... you dog, you," she moaned. "I warn you, cut that out or you'll 
never get out of here ... 

Grinning, he repeated the torment, causing her to squirm and coo beneath 
him, until suddenly, she jerked her legs free and swung from the bed, 
chasing him to the door. In the hallway, he laughed back at her. 

"You wait 'til you come home," she said, pretending at anger, the door 
cracked so that he could see only one of her pretty eyes and part of her 
smiling, impish mouth. Then: "Good luck, darling." 

"Thanks," he said, shoving the rolled-up plans he had spent a week on up 
under his arm. "I'll need it, I'm thinking." 

He took the elevator to the street level and the rear service door to the 
garage. The Brendells had an apartment out on Wilshire in Beverly Hills, a 
good ten miles or he would have caught a cab. He was not that flushed even 
though his present set-up paid him well and Toni split all expenses with 
him. But he was trying to save every nickel he could, hoping that when 
another birthday rolled around he would have enough to open his own office. 
Actually, all he needed was one good deal like this one to put him over the 
top, not only from the financial end of it, but the prestige gained from 
building a six-hundred-thousand-dollar home ... and out in the valley at 
that, would be invaluable. 

He smiled again to himself as he piloted his Mustang into traffic, Toni's 
antics coming to mind. God, she was a hot little piece, all right ... screw 
from morning until night, and back around the clock without a break ... but 
she meant nothing to him beyond being a playmate and solid friend, and she 
knew it. He'd made that clear from the beginning ... that their teaming up 
could be only a game, for convenience and pleasure's sake. All the same, he 
knew she was in love with him, but as far as he was concerned there never 
could be anyone but Karen; he would always love her ... as long as he lived. 

He sensed a tightness in his throat as memories of her flooded his mind. 
there were never many hours of a day when at least a fleeting thought of her 
didn't pass through his brain. My God, how he had loved her ... how he still 
loved her. He wondered if she ever thought of him, where she was ... if she 
was happy? 

He had never seen her again after the divorce; hadn't wanted any association 
or mementos to tear him apart any more than he already was. Three days 
following the signing of the final papers he had enlisted in the Marines and 
gone to Vietnam hoping he'd get it quickly and put an end to all of his 
misery. As it was, he hadn't suffered a scratch and decided that he was 
damned glad about that, too. That inherent desire for survival was much 
stronger than he had ever realized. 

Well, he'd learned to live without her, hadn't he? ... even though he'd been 
certain he never could ... but he would never forgive himself for what he 
had done to her. His horrible raping of her beautiful, soft, virginal body 
had been the destructive force that had nearly destroyed her completely. She 
had never been the same after, simply a fear-ridden, lifeless, frozen woman 
from the moment he would touch her. Oh she tried, he knew that ... pretended 
at love when it was never there ... God, there was little else he could do, 
was there? He hadn't tried to be noble; he owed her that much. She deserved 
happiness with someone ... a full life ... so young and vibrant and lovely 
... God, she might even be married again, he thought, and an emptiness 
seized at his entrails ... 

"Well ... that's what you wanted for her, wasn't it?" he said aloud to 
himself. "You ... you stupid, high-principled ass, you!" 

 Chapter 4 

"Shall we have a drink?" Karl Fletcher invited, taking her wrap when they 
were inside his apartment. 

Karen's belly had become a knotted little cavern of queasiness from the 
moment he closed the door behind her. She had already drunk too much, but 
purposely, and when he had casually placed his hand on her thigh driving 
home, she was wondering if she had drunk enough. 

"I don't mind," she replied, her vision somewhat blurred, her tongue just a 
bit thick. She saw her manuscript on a center table and strolled over to 
look down at it while he went to a corner bar to prepare their drinks. 

"Turn on the stereo, darling," he said over the tingling of glassware. "I 
think we need soft lights and music, eh?" 

She looked in his direction, couldn't see him but managed a smile anyway. 
She spotted the stereo and went over to it, trying to count up all the 
"dears" and "darlings" they had exchanged so far throughout the evening. 

God, is it worth it? Is it ... ? And all over that pile of paper sitting on 
that table ... Can I go through with it? 

He came up behind her, moved a little to her right and handed her a glass 
while at the same time his other hand went around her waist, immediately 
smoothing down over the full round curve of her buttocks. She stiffened, her 
breath coming sharply into her throat. 

"My God, you're lovely," he rasped, his fat greasy face only an inch or so 
from her own. "We ... we do understand each other, don't we?" 

Karen swallowed tightly. His hand resting on her buttocks had sent a cold 
child fluttering through her. She had to steel herself to keep from bolting. 
She had come this far. Success ... that illusive goddess ... she remembered. 

"Well ...? We do, don't we?" he prodded nervously. He licked at his lips and 
his little colorless eyes were bugging at her. Thank God, she couldn't see 
him clearly. "I-I'm here, aren't I?" she heard herself say. 

Abruptly, he turned her to face him and drew her tight against him, sloshing 
her drink to splatter on both of them as he smothered her soft lips with his 
wet, open mouth. He clutched at her buttocks with both small hands, grinding 
his pelvis into her until she could feel the rising bulge of him and his 
tongue jabbed between her lips against her clenched white teeth. 

He drew back his head, simpering lustfully at her as she tried to measure 
her own physical reactions to his aggressive touch. So far, so good, she 
thought mechanically. The liquor was doing its job well ... if only she 
didn't have to look at him ... 

"You won't be sorry, darling," he hissed at her. "I promise you that. You be 
nice to me and we'll make your fame and fortune with that book ... I ... 
swear it ... 

His fat little hands smoothed up over her hips and waist to her breasts 
where they paused to squeeze and massage hungrily. Karen was amazed at her 
lack of feeling, but she couldn't bring herself to touch him in response. 
Suddenly, he let go of her. 

"Let's go into the bedroom," he gasped, grasping her hand and leading the 
way. 

A shudder passed over her then, the first of a series that seemed to rack 
her whole being at the thought of willingly entering his bedroom with him 
and for the sole purpose of giving her body to him ... 

He stopped in the doorway and turned to her. "You're frightened," he said, 
attempting to be gentle even as his eyes spewed urgent, raw lust at her. "I 
feel you trembling ... but don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise ..." 

Oddly, she was encouraged by his words, enough so that she managed a further 
smile as she said: "I-I'm afraid I'm not much good at this sort of thing. 
"I-I haven't done it m-much." 

He grinned lasciviously, drawing her into the room. "I'll help you," he half 
whispered. "You just be your normal, luscious self ... and leave the rest up 
to me." He left her, crossing the room. 

Karen raised her drink and gulped half of it down. He had turned on a dim 
bureau lamp and started to remove his coat and tie. For the first time she 
saw the girth of his stomach protruding against his white shirt ... and then 
the bulge of his penis straining against his trousers. She stared at him in 
somewhat spellbound fascination as he unbuttoned his shirt, as if she were 
suddenly bewitched by this whole unbelievable scene in which she was 
scheduled to play a leading role. It was like some comedy ... some farce she 
had once seen somewhere ... as if she ought to burst out laughing ... but 
there was nothing to laugh at ... absolutely nothing at all! 

"Would you like me to undress you, darling?" he asked softly. He had removed 
his shirt and was pulling his undershirt over his head. She saw the full 
bulk of his heavy belly then, hairless and pink-skinned like a baby, his 
effeminate breasts puffy and flabby, a small patch of hair between them. 

She shook her head automatically to his question and walked to the other 
side of the bed, setting down her drink and reaching up behind her to lower 
the zipper of her dress. Whatever she did from here on, it would have to be 
without thinking ... for if she gave this lurid situation one complete 
minute of" thought she would run from there like a scared rabbit. She 
slipped her dress off, not looking at him but feeling his eyes raking her. 
She was wearing a half-slip and wriggled that down over her hips. She had 
blotted his presence temporarily from her mind and went about undressing as 
if she were home and getting ready for bed. Subconsciously, she reached up 
behind her and unfastened her bra, slipping it off, then, her garter belt, 
smoothing her nylons down over the silky flesh of her legs. Her back was to 
him and only her panties remained. Why not? If not now, eventually anyway. 
She bit at her lower lip and rolled them down over her full, rounded hips, 
straightened ... and there he stood, before her! 

Karen gasped aloud, the sight of his obese nakedness shattering her mental 
wall of privacy, his fat, grinning, baby-like face sending the first wave of 
revulsion surging through her. Her eyes dropped slowly down his gross bulk 
and locked on the stiff rod of flesh projecting from the black, woolly, 
hair-covered pelvis beneath the heavy sag of his stomach, its purplish tip 
wet with the obscene secretion it produced. She gasped again and began 
shaking her head negatively, her mouth fall open loosely, her lovely eyes 
widening in a panic that was fast over-whelming her. 

Oh, my God! What ... what was I thinking of? I can't! I can't! This ... this 
ugly greasy man! I ... I ... 

"I ... I can't do it, Mr. Fletcher!" she blurted at him. "I just can't!" 

He moved in close to her, his arms encircling her, jerking her body against 
him and causing his prick to stab between her legs because of their equal 
height, her erect protruding breasts digging into the flabbiness of his 
chest as he bent her backwards, his huge belly grinding against the soft, 
tender flesh of her own. 

"Don't be a little fool!" he hissed. "Who the hell are you trying to kid, 
baby? You've been married and divorced! Don't try to play the virgin act 
with me. You've been fucked more ways than I can think of!" 

"Oh God!" Karen wailed, trying to get her hands between them and push his 
vile body off of her. 

Fletcher had locked his hands behind her waist and was pressing her back 
against the bed. The little bitch was suddenly going to go chaste on him, 
eh? Well, he had gotten a rundown on her a long time back, when he'd first 
seen her on the elevator ... knew that she was a divorcee ... and too many 
times he had drooled over just the sight of her to let her get away from him 
now. She had come to him ... had played the game with him all evening. It 
was too late ... too late, baby! He wasn't about to let her go until he'd 
sunk his throbbing cock deep into that delectable tight little cunt of hers. 
He was going to shoot his sperm up into that white little belly if it killed 
him ... and being here the way she was, there was nothing she could ever do 
about it! 

"Oh God, don't ... don't!" Karen begged as he pressed her backwards and they 
fell onto the bed, his vast bulk crushing the breath from her while his 
ramrod prick remained thrust between her thighs, its upper portion partially 
insinuated between the fleshy lips of her cringing loins, its head snugly 
fit between her flattened and pressed down buttocks. "Please ... please, Mr. 
Fletcher ... I was wrong. I thought I could ... but I can't, don't you see?" 

"I see that you're a teasing little bitch!" he spat down at her. "A cock 
teaser, eh? Well baby, you're going to get fucked like you haven't had it in 
a long time. I may be fat, but when it comes to fucking, I'm king, hear me?" 

Karen winced beneath his foul, vile language. A scene from another time 
raced through her brain. She was going to be raped! She knew that she 
couldn't hold her legs together against him ... was no match for his 
strength ... His evil, lewd thing was going to ram into her precious 
womanhood and violate her horribly ... spit its vulgar sperm up into her 
belly and there was nothing she could do to stop him! He was trying to kiss 
her and she rolled her head frantically, but he caught it between his small 
hands and held it vise-like as he laved her face with his infant tongue. 

"Oh ... oh, Mr. Fletcher ... I beg you, please ... please don't," she 
whimpered beneath him, pinioned helplessly under his hugeness. 

He hardly heard her and she felt him forcing her legs apart. Struggling 
seemed ridiculous, but she did, even as he ding his nails into her tender 
white flesh, spreading her thighs until he was planted firmly between them, 
both of them grunting like fighting animals in their duel ... until at last, 
she groaned pitifully, then, looking up into his simpering face, spat 
viciously, her saliva splattering between his fish-colored eyes and dripping 
down his pug nose. 

"You goddamned little cunt!" he squealed hoarsely, slapping her cruelly 
across the face. "I'll make you pay for that. I swear ... I'll make you 
pay!" 

He wiped at his face and then his hand disappeared. Tears welled up into 
Karen's eyes as she felt him spreading the lips of her vagina with the 
blood-inflated head of his cock. She almost wanted to beg his forgiveness as 
she felt it splay the moist, pink flesh and position itself before the tight 
and tender mouth of her vaginal passage. Her eyes gaped as she stared up 
into his brutal, lust-contorted, baby-like face. 

"Now, goddamn you ... beg!" he spat. "Let me hear you beg!" 

"Oh ... Oooahhhh, my dear God," she whimpered and he pressed forward slowly 
until she could feel the bloated tip of his enraged prick pressing cruelly 
against the tight elastic opening of her unready and unwanting vagina. 

A leer of undisguised brutal lust twisted the pink cherubic face above her 
as it said: "Spit in my face will you, bitch! Well ... we'll see ... we'll 
see ..." 

She felt his hips lift and automatically her hands went down to grab and 
hold them back, but it was a useless attempt. He thrust and she screamed. 
The head of his cock burst inside her defenseless cunt with the force of 
some blunt, impaling log ... and he held there momentarily while his piggish 
eyes absorbed the agony on her tormented, beautiful face ... then, he sent 
it soaring into her when she least expected it ... mercilessly like a 
roaring bull given its head ... piercing and expanding the tight 
unsuspecting pink, moist walls of her passage in a thundering plunge that 
not only took her breath away, but her wits ... She fainted ... 

When she opened her eyes again, she felt momentarily nauseous. He lay 
between her legs and she seemed to burn from her knees to her breasts. She 
squirmed beneath his great body and the warm, wet sloshing in her belly 
registered. Fear gripped her. Oh, my God ... He'd emptied his foul loins 
into her while she was unconscious. She felt it, like a pool of seething 
lava. It swirled in the depths of her belly. She stared up at him and he 
grinned simperingly down at her. 

"I'm not mad if you're not," he said. 

Dear God, how she'd like to plunge a knife into his heart. She said nothing, 
only turned her face from him. His hands were on her breasts, clutching and 
manipulating, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers 
endeavoring to harden and distend them. He dropped his drooling lips onto 
one and sucked. She sensed his tongue, a maddening vortex of sensation she 
couldn't ignore. Wild little flurries flittered through her belly. She 
writhed and simultaneously felt again the growing of his cock between her 
helpless thighs. 

"Haven't you had enough rape for one night?" she threw at him. 

He chuckled. "You vixen ... you almost had me fooled," he said, slipping his 
hand down between the open lips of her cunt. He let a fingertip steal up and 
taunt her clitoris, the nail only grazing against it ... enough to send 
overpowering paroxysmal sensations rippling through her. 

"Oooohhhh," she moaned uncontrollably. 

Karl Fletcher laughed aloud. "This time, we're both going to enjoy it, 
darling." 

"Don't call me darling. Don't, don't, don't!" she screamed at him. 

Again, he laughed. "All right, bitch! That's what I'll call you. Bitch!" he 
spat as he squirmed his heavy bulk on top of her and she felt his prick 
grinding into her once more. "Only this time, I've got other ideas ..." 

Like that she felt him rise from her, all of his weight lift up and off her 
and she struggled to get to her feet, but it was an amazing performance on 
his part and suddenly she found herself flipped onto her face and his 
massive bulk atop her once more, her race buried in the soft coverlet on the 
bed. 

"Goddamn you!" she screamed back at him, and Fletcher laughed. She was 
totally helpless, face down and spread-eagled, hardly able to breathe as she 
lay pinned beneath him. His huge belly pressed into the soft hollow of her 
back and his growing erection lay snugly insinuated lengthwise between her 
buttocks. She felt his hands press into the mattress to slide beneath her 
flattened breasts and begin their kneading and squeezing once more as he 
rocked gently on top of her, pressuring his shaft in rhythmic simulating 
movements into the tight warm crevice of her soft, quivering buttocks. 

It dawned on her that she was being an idiot about it; there was absolutely 
nothing she could do to defend herself. She was like an insect being held 
down by the weight of a giant human hand ... God, what an obscene, comical 
picture they must make, she thought ... She tried to squirm and found that 
was hopeless too, but the gurgling her effort caused deep in her belly 
reminded her that he had already shot his lewd semen into her once and she 
cringed within at the thought. Well, the damage was done ... if there was to 
be any. If she'd kept her head she might have at least been able to talk him 
into using something. It wasn't as if he had lured her here; she had come of 
her own free will ... and knowing ... 

"Are you calming down, darling?" he whispered down at her. 

"Y-You're squashing me," Karen replied; it was an effort to even speak. 

"Will you be good ... stop acting like some school-girl on her first date?" 

"I ... I won't fight you anymore, if that's what you mean," she said. 

He rolled off of her but clung to her breasts, keeping her inside his arms 
and putting them both onto their sides, spoon-fashion. Then, with his upper 
arm he reached down and placed his prick between her thighs tight into the 
open lips of her moist pussy and she could feel the bristly hair of his 
pelvis against her soft round buttocks. 

She sighed heavily, able to breathe freely once more. His face was buried in 
her long hair and suddenly she felt him nibbling at her neck while he gently 
massaged the nipples of her breasts. God, if only he wasn't such a repulsive 
man, she thought, the frenzy of minute tingles from his hands rippling down 
through her belly. 

"There's no need for us to fight about it, is there?" he said into her ear. 
"I want to be friends if you do." 

Karen shivered beneath the deft movements of his hands and fingers caressing 
and tweaking the now erect nipples of her breasts. 

"Y-You know what I want," she answered, her breath catching in her throat. 
"You know the only reason I'm here ... doing this ..." 

Fletcher chuckled lightly. "You're a mercenary little piece," he said, 
moving his hand down the satiny smooth skin of her waist to her hips and 
drawing her soft, trembling buttocks back tighter against his loins. "But 
it's a language I can understand." 

Karen relaxed a little, letting her buttocks go back against him, feeling 
his shaft pulsating up against her crotch, its ever enlarging head instilled 
between the supple fleshy lips of her vagina. The horror of the situation 
had somehow worn thin for her. Perhaps, it was the dazing effects of the 
liquor again, or the fact that the initial abomination was past; whichever, 
she was convinced that at this point she should get something out of it ... 
She felt his hand move down over the soft smooth flesh of her belly to the 
velvety mound of her pussy, his finger parting the pubic hair and slipping 
into her wet slit to tease the tiny bud of her clitoris once more. The 
erotic little spasms he set off caused her to jerk her buttocks convulsively 
back against him, and he withdrew his hand, moving it up over the smooth 
tight skin of her rounded full hip and buttock and down between her warm 
thighs where his hardening prick rested. 

She heard his breathing increase and felt it hot against her neck as his 
fingers caressed the lips of her vagina, then insert around his dormant 
fleshy rod to stroke gently into the moist walls of her channel in a tender, 
rotating movement that raised a little gasp of unexpected excitement from 
her. 

"You like that," he whispered hotly into her ear. "It sends fiery tingles 
shooting through that tight little cunt, doesn't it ... makes you want to 
fuck? You can almost feel my cock slipping right up into your warm little 
belly, eh?" 

A tremor passed quickly over her, the vile sound of the lewd words strangely 
exciting her, but she said: "Please ... do you have to use that filthy 
language? I'm not a prostitute, you know ..." 

"But those are words of love and passion, darling ... fuck and cock and cunt 
and suck," he hissed as once more she trembled almost uncontrollably at 
their Fescennine sound ... "and ... you should learn to use them ..." 

She gasped again and held her breath as she felt his fingers slip wetly out 
of her vagina with a moist sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, drawing at 
her buttocks and angling them out tighter against him; then he said: "Put it 
in." 

She felt her body go rigid automatically at his suggestion, the obnoxious 
thought repulsing her. She sensed his rock-hard shaft throbbing between her 
thighs and tried to shake her head. 

"I'm ... I'm too sore ..." 

"Put it in!" he ordered, reaching over her to take her hand and press it 
between her legs. 

Her mind froze and she gritted her teeth angrily, ready to fight him again. 

"I said, put it in!" he snapped harshly into her ear. 

Bitterly, she sank her white even teeth into her full lower lip and let her 
fingers find the warm, rigid staff of wet flesh between her legs, laying the 
length of her hand along its thick underside, her fingers and thumb moving 
to encircle and maneuver it as it throbbed hotly in her hand, sending 
another unwanted wave of excitement through her. It was necessary for her to 
push her naked buttocks back even further toward him for angle's sake, and 
she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her lip in dread as she worked the 
large bulbous head between the moist pink flanges of her open cunt, moving 
it slowly back and forth in her vaginal slit to part the sparse, silky 
blonde hair between her legs in preparation for his entry. 

"For God's sake ... don't hurt me ... please?" she begged as she felt his 
hips begin to pressure forward. 

"Maybe little ... but only for a minute," he said hoarsely, and the spongy 
head moved tight against the raw elastic mouth of her moist vagina, its tip 
easing into her gently. Automatically, Karen contracted her bowels in 
unwitting resistance, grunting with the anticipated pain that never came, 
for it slipped wetly right up into her until she could feel it in her belly, 
the hair of his groin brushing against her ass-cheeks as momentarily he 
chose to lay still and locked into her. 

"Hurt?" he whispered. 

"I-I ... no ... I don't think so," she managed, tasting the saltiness of the 
blood she had drawn from her lip. 

Gradually, he began to move, stroking gently with short in and out motions 
that slowly began to allay her fears. The wetness of his ejaculation into 
her had lubricated the soft pink walls of her passage and she gave thanks 
that at least it had had some value. In fact, she reluctantly admitted to 
herself, it felt rather good as he began to lengthen the stroke, quicken his 
tempo and its turgid head sank deeper and deeper up into her belly. 

Jeff had never approached her this way; it was an entirely new experience 
... painless ... and she didn't have to look at the mounting male ... 
perhaps that was the reason the enthusiasm was growing rousingly inside her 
... 

But then, almost as suddenly as he began, he seemed to slip into a maelstrom 
of lust, his breath increasing furiously and he speared into her with less 
and less temperance, until shortly, his thick, rock-hard cock was battering 
and smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh, his pelvis 
smacking tight into her soft buttocks mercilessly from behind. 

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh," Karen coughed with every thundering jolt. "You're 
hurting me!" Once more, her fear had leaped into being within her. "My God!" 

A twinge of pain shot through her as his prick burrowed deeper up into her 
womb. He had dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her abdomen and was 
holding her secured. She could do nothing but squirm helplessly as he 
jack-hammered into her, feeling his hot, obese body tight against her own, 
his breath coming in raspy warm blasts against the soft smooth skin of her 
back. 

"Christ!" he blurted suddenly, and before she realized what was happening he 
had forced her over onto her belly, his legs between her own and was drawing 
her backward, up onto her knees. He clung savagely to her hips, his stubby 
fingers gouging into their soft flesh as he levered both of their bodies 
into the desired position he wanted, his knees inside her own and pressuring 
them out brutally. 

Instantly, shame and degradation nearly overwhelmed Karen at the obscene, 
debasing animal stance he had forced her into. She felt like some, medieval 
harem concubine bent servilely before her master in an attempt to bring him 
his lustful pleasure. Once again, her anger raged inside her and she tried 
to pull forward and away from his plunging cock, but he reached forward with 
both hands grasping her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight 
against him, flattening her upraised buttocks with a solid, resounding 
whack, his halls slapping furiously into the splayed, hair-lined lips of her 
moist, wide-stretched cunt. 

Karen's moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded as he ground into her, 
his thick hard cock sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly, 
and she felt the hardness of the smooth rubbery head jammed tight against 
her cervix. He pressed her thighs out even wider and brought his hands back 
to her smooth, narrow waist and began a slow, tormenting rotation of his 
rigid prick deep inside of her vagina. 

My God, I'm going to split apart! "You're hurting me! Damn you!" she panted 
back at him as he forced gasp after gasp from deep in her lungs with the 
brutal manipulations of his thundering, routing prick. But even as she spoke 
the pain began to lessen and she felt her wet soft passage expanding further 
and further with each plunge and greater rotation he made inside her. Only 
the pressure of the weight of his hands forcing her upper torso down to 
raise her buttocks upward toward his face was causing her immediate agony. 
Yet the tingling that had begun in her loins to blend with it was 
instigating a new masochistic pleasure unfamiliar but weirdly appealing to 
her. 

Now, he was pumping into her from behind with bruising force, squeezing the 
supple flesh of her joggling buttocks as choking whimpers gurgled from his 
heavy belly. He twisted and rammed forward, his fingers beginning to dig at 
her cringing, tightly puckered anus, the very thought sending a deep seated 
wave of shame and humiliation coursing through her at the vision of her 
complete, servile nakedness and subjugation before this vile man she had 
willingly given herself to. 

God ... he's getting bigger and bigger inside me! His lewd thick cock is 
filling my whole belly ... it's going to choke me! 

Suddenly, Karen found to her own amazed repugnance that she was moving her 
buttocks back rhythmically toward his rampaging cock, undulating her hips in 
lewd voluntary circles, abandoning herself to the obscene fucking she was 
receiving from behind with uncontrollable and mounting desire. She turned 
her face sideways to look back at him and when Fletcher saw it contorted in 
growing rapture be nearly went wild. 

He could feel his heated cock growing thicker and thicker in her belly, as 
he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering 
across his fat, round face. His prick had suddenly begun to ache and burn as 
it never had before. He was almost there ... nearer and nearer, and the way 
she was swaying and dancing on the end of his cock he was certain that she 
was too. 

Karen had fallen into a spell of sheer entrancement. The delicious 
constraining force building inside her was an ecstatic pleasure she had 
never before known; nothing else mattered but that ever-mounting blissful 
pressure his thundering, thick cock was producing inside her and she had 
given herself over wantonly to it. It was enormous, breathtaking, 
overshadowing all pain and agony, making it all understandably worthwhile 
... his ugliness ... Oh he was beautiful! The world was beautiful! Fucking 
was beautiful! 

Her belly burst open in one great moment of joyous rapture and she screamed 
... knowing she was cumming ... never believing that she could ... a gush of 
something hot and wet seeming to flood her loins, her stomach quivering, her 
thighs convulsing spasmodically to finally spread over her whole exhausted 
body in one complete trembling shudder. She wanted to collapse but he held 
her with insane clutching hands. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide 
apart In one last ass battering attack as he shoved it as far as he could up 
into her belly and began squirting his hot, searing sperm deep up inside 
her. He threw back his head and wailed: "Aaaagggghhh." 

Karen felt his hot load of vile liquid filling her vaginal passage with a 
compelling force for the second time that night. Dear God! She sensed it 
flooding hotly into her, filling the depths of her womb until she thought 
she would drown from it. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis 
against the soft cheeks of her buttocks, and then be gradually slithered 
down and away from her, his rapidly deflating member pulling out of her with 
a wet, lewd sucking sound 

Karen fell forward onto her face and lay quietly unmoving. She turned her 
face away from him where he lay, but heard his spent breathing as it filled 
the room. 

"Well?" he said after a while. 

She didn't answer. In the aftermath of her initial climactic moment of 
ecstasy she felt horribly let down and loathsome of her own self. Why ever 
she should, she didn't know. She had no one she was responsible to; she had 
committed no infidelity. Then, she thought of Jeff and tears came into her 
eyes. She had never known this sexual satisfaction with him ... but whose 
fault was that? His birthday ... dear God! She had done this on his 
birthday! 

"Was it that bad?" Fletcher said, putting his hand on her back. 

Karen cringed beneath his hand. "Don't touch me!" she spat, jumping from the 
bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she began to pull on her clothes. 

"What the hell ...!" Karl Fletcher exclaimed. "You must be some kind of nut. 
One minute, you're wild ... your ass is humping like a bitch in heat. The 
next, you're about as friendly as a cold shower on a winter's morning. I 
don't get you, baby. Just what is your hang-up, anyway?" 

Karen gaped at the naked, obese man on the bed, sick inside herself at the 
thought that she had actually degraded herself to the point of giving her 
body to him, but more upset with the fact that he had satiated it ... for 
the first time in her life. Truly, she had defiled Jeff's memory ... and on 
his very birthday. 

She tried to speak ... couldn't; her tears choked her. Instead, the dressed 
as rapidly as she could and ran from the room. Thank God, he hadn't tried to 
stop her. She was certain that she would have killed him. In the living room 
she picked up her manuscript from the table and ran out into the hall. She 
never wanted to see him again as long as she lived! 

 Chapter 5 

"Do come in, Mr. Lewis," Muriel Brendell said following an over-brief moment 
of surveillance of the young man, an expression of welcome surprise 
flickering across her extremely attractive countenance. "We've been 
expecting you." 

She spoke with a decided British accent, Jeff thought as he stepped inside 
the scrumptiously furnished apartment, wondering where he had seen her 
before. He stood rather immobilely, thinking, as she closed the door, then 
moved in front of him with an over-the-shoulder smile, leading the way to 
the sitting room. Jeff watched her exquisite body undulate beneath the 
sheer, bright summer dress she wore, high up on her thighs stylishly ... and 
she had the legs for it, he thought, split seconds before he recognized her. 

"Muriel Standard!" he said suddenly, embarrassed immediately after he'd said 
it. 

"Well ... you please me, Mr. Lewis," she said smiling. "Won't you sit down. 
My husband will join us in a moment. "Can I get you a drink or something?" 

"No ... I ... ah ... thank you," Jeff said, dropping into the proffered 
chair. "You ... You are Muriel Standard?" 

"Yes ... yes, I am, but I'm flattered that you'd recognize me. I mean, only 
a few of my pictures played in the States ..." she said, lowering herself 
modestly into a chair. 

"Pygmalion, of course. Who could forget that? You were magnificent," Jeff 
said enthusiastically. "As a matter of fact, I think it's a shame you've 
given up the movies ... so young, so vibrant." 

"Well ..." Muriel Brendell gasped. "I must say, Mr. Lewis, you come on 
rather dynamically. I-I hope your blueprints do as well ..." 

Jeff found a ready smile. He had to admit to himself that the 'so young, so 
vibrant' was an afterthought, but my God, she was a breathtaking woman. He 
felt like a schoolboy sitting there with his rolled up paltry plans in his 
lap ... as if he'd come to collect for the daily paper delivery. And then, a 
grunt startled him. 

"You'll have to be Lewis ... Jeffrey Lewis," the big man said, thundering 
into the room and immediately dominating it. He stopped too close to Jeff's 
chair for him to stand, and thrust forth a mighty hand. "Brendell. Nathan 
Brendell." 

"My pleasure, sir," Jeff managed, reaching up and clutching the huge hand. 

"He isn't drinking, dear. Give the boy a drink." 

"He declined, darling ..." 

"Nonsense. What d'you drink, Lewis?" 

"Well ... scotch... anything." 

Nathan Brendell moved behind a bar and made drinks. "All right, boy, bring 
those plans over here and let's roll them out," he said, not looking up as 
he haphazardly poured into glasses. 

Jeff started to leap, but Muriel Brendell hardly noticeable, extended, level 
hand caught his eye and slowed him. She wavered it up and down meaningfully, 
then winked ... and that meaningfully, also, Jeff thought. He arose slowly, 
took his blueprints to the bar and casually rolled them out. 

"Here, boy. Drink hearty," Nathan Brendell said, thrusting a glass into his 
hand and raising his own in toast. Muriel picked up her own. "Let's hope 
you've got something here. I'm getting sick and goddamned tired of looking." 

Jeff stood back as the big man came around the bar and took a position above 
the unfurled sheets. His wife moved in beside him and he slipped an arm 
about her waist. What a waist, Jeff thought. He raised his drink and gulped 
a good portion of it. It was more than half scotch. He swallowed tightly 
with the jolt. 

Brendell grunted mysteriously. His wife cooed. The big man threw one sheet 
aside and straightened out another, setting his glass upon the curled end. 

"What the hell kind of den is this?" he snapped, spinning around suddenly. 

Jeff moved in. "A personal den, Mr. Brendell. With the study and the library 
upstairs; it seemed important that a man like yourself have a personal room 
... a small room, really, where others feel unwanted unless invited." 

He stared at Jeff a long moment, the idea registering. Slowly, he smiled. 
"Yes ... yes, by God, you're right about that. A man needs a place doesn't 
he, Lewis? How about a bar ... you got a bar figured in there?" 

"Yes, sir," Jeff grinned. "What kind of den would it be without a bar?" 

The big man's handsome face widened. He grinned ... then, he laughed. 
"You're all right, Lewis. Maybe, you've got the hang of this thing after 
all." 

Jeff returned his smile as he turned away, then he drank another sizable 
portion of his drink. Muriel Standard Brendell moved slowly about to face 
him. 

"The dressing room in the master bedroom is too small," she said, not 
sharply, but without a smile. 

Jeff cleared his throat. "I was a little worried about that myself," he 
lied. "But I've allowed an extra two feet on closet space which could easily 
be eliminated and encompassed in the dressing room, Mrs. Brendell. It's a 
matter of choice. Really, the closets are so large anyway ..." 

Muriel Brendell smiled beautifully. "I'm sure you'll work it out for me, 
Jeff," she said, with emphasis on his name. "I do so like a large dressing 
room ..." 

She turned away from him slowly and he gulped at his drink once more. It was 
hardly feasible to him that they were scrutinizing his plans this closely. 
He had sat in the luxurious living rooms of too many money-people lately, 
perhaps, listening to them butcher his dreams with their own absurd ideas of 
what a home should be. Of course, he hadn't had the opportunity to turn down 
any prospective builder either, but on some of the crucified plans, he would 
have before he'd have let his name be attached to them. 

Nathan Brendell grunted once more. Suddenly, he picked up his drink and 
turned from the bar, a portion of Jeff's plans rolling off to the floor. 

"I like them, Lewis. You seem to have a man's viewpoint in mind, but if I 
know my women, there is that certain feminine touch, too." He walked to a 
chair and dropped heavily into it. His wife picked up the rolled-up 
blueprint. "I'm a busy man. I work, I live, I play with exuberance. I've got 
to have that kind of home. My wife is more alive than I am. Leave your 
plans. We'll call you and let you know our decision." 

Jeff nodded, even found a smile. How many times had he heard that one? He 
drained his glass and stood. 

"Nice meeting both of you," he said, shaking the big man's hand. "If ... if 
you desire changes, they can be made," he said reluctantly. 

"But you don't want to make them," said Nathan Brendell. 

Jeff had to smile. "Pain is part of life, Mr. Brendell," he said. 

He walked to the front door two steps ahead of Muriel Standard Brendell. 
Then he turned and reached out for her hand. She gave it to him. 

"It was worth it just for this," he said, almost too dramatically. 

She smiled. "You lovable liar," she half whispered. "I like your ruthless 
eyes, Jeff Lewis ... If your promise is what I think it is ... you've just 
built a house." 

Jeff debated for a full ten seconds, then, leaned forward with pursed lips. 
She met him with her own. 

"Bye bye," he said, his heart pounding in his chest. 

"Bye," she whispered, running her hand along his arm until he left. 

* * * 

Nathan Brendell had taken a second look at the blueprints while his wife 
walked young Lewis to the door. He smiled to himself. He had caught the 
enthusiastic expression in her eye as she watched the boy and pretty well 
decided what was coming. Well, that was the secret of their successful 
marriage ... understanding and broad-mindedness. They both enjoyed they own 
private little affairs, each often helping the other in setting up a 
seduction when the circumstances were too difficult for one to accomplish it 
alone. Cooperation had been the secret word, and wild, uninhibited sex the 
name of the game. The result ... happiness ... But this time, there was a 
seven-hundred-grand house involved, casting a somewhat different light on 
the whole scene. 

He wasn't unimpressed In fact, the plans looked damned good, but he wanted 
to be sure. He wasn't that filthy rich. Two marriages had drained the hell 
out of his resources and he'd sworn never to marry again. Then, he'd met 
Muriel and discovered that he had found a human being more lusty than 
himself. God, what a woman she was, in or out of bed. Five glorious, 
fun-filled years, with never a dull moment and hardly an argument. He was 
fifty-two and she twenty years his junior, but once they got their clothes 
off they were like a couple of teenagers who had just discovered sex and 
couldn't get enough. It was never the old married routine of one servicing 
the other out of obligation ... but a seduction with all the preliminaries 
and ecstatic surprises, heart and soul thrown into it. They loved and 
understood each other's lustful needs ... a marriage based on 
non-possessiveness, and success fully so. 

The house was for her, a monument to their happiness, a tribute to her being 
a whole and complete woman, but still he didn't intend to jump off 
half-cocked because his little lover-girl had come up with a sudden case of 
hot-pants for the architect. He'd listen ... and here it came ... 

Muriel was smiling as she re-entered the room. Brendell watched the 
provocative sway to her round full hips as she approached his chair and 
stood in front of him, the scintillating explosions taking place in her dark 
eyes giving her away. 

"I know," the big man said, smiling up at her. "It's written all over your 
face." 

"Hmmmm," Muriel cooed. "I want a piece of that boy, daddy. He gives me the 
quivers inside." She dropped to her knees in front of him and worked her way 
in between his legs to lay her head on his lap. "Jealous?" 

Brendell chuckled. "Hell, no," he said. "I might be if I thought there was 
anything more to it than a few sessions in the sack ... but I think I know 
my lover-girl well enough to know that two or three good fucks with Jeff 
Lewis will cool those quivering insides." 

A little shudder of excitement passed over her and she hugged him. "That's 
why I love you, Nat ... you know and understand me like a book." She 
released him and trailed her hand over his flat stomach and down to the 
front of his trousers where the pressure of her head against him had caused 
his penis to stir. With her fingernail, she outlined the length of his 
growing, long shaft and it jerked noticeably beneath its cloth covering 
while her husband made a little gasping sound. "What do you think of his 
plans?" she asked as she teased him. 

"P-Promising ... but I want to study them some more," he managed, his libido 
mounting rapidly beneath her taunting fingers. 

"I like them," she said, using her thumb and forefinger now as she moved up 
and down the long, thick protrusion. Her eyes danced and she watched the 
growing lust twist his handsome face, affectionately. 

"Y-Yeah, and I know why, lover-girl," he said, running his fingers through 
her short, silken dark hair as tiny ripples of desire raced swiftly over the 
sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. "You're letting your pussy do your 
thinking for you right at the moment ..." 

She paused with her ministrations momentarily. "You mean, you're not going 
to give him the contract?" 

"I didn't say that, honey," he replied softly, smiling through his building 
passion. "I said, I want to study them some more ... find out a little 
something about this Jeff Lewis before we hand him a seven-hundred-grand 
contract ... You follow me now?" 

She smiled, her hand slipping to his belt and slowly began to unbuckle it. 
"I follow you, daddy ... just hurry with your decision ... for your 
lover-girl's sake, eh?" 

Nathan Brendell's broad face flushed slightly at the sight of his wife 
opening the front of his trousers. He watched her lower the zipper then 
tantalizingly slip her long slender fingers into the waistband of his 
shorts. He lifted his weight automatically and she slipped both trousers and 
shorts down from his hips, then went to his feet to tug both garments off of 
him. Satisfied, she sat back on her haunches between his legs to look at 
him, her eyes locking on his long thick penis standing rigidly, its purple 
tip peeking from beneath its heavy, uncircumcised foreskin, his testicles 
beneath resting on the cushion of the chair between his muscular thighs. 

Brendell's mouth grew dry as he waited with mounting anticipation, never 
knowing with this remarkable girl what was coming next. His prick had begun 
to tingle with lust and excitement and he could feel his balls tightening 
and swelling beneath it. He couldn't help but smile a little too, knowing
 that she was going to try to persuade him with his decision on young Lewis. 
But right then he had reached the point where reasons didn't mean a damn ... 
only that she get to the action ... 

Muriel reached up behind her and lowered her zipper, shrugging the summer 
dress from her smooth white shoulders, letting it drop to her waist. Then 
she reached back and unhooked her bra, slipping it down her arms and 
exposing her lush, erect breasts to him, their dark nipples immediately 
budding into hardness as the cool air brushed against them. 

Brendell's breath sucked in as always at the erotic sight of Muriel's full 
pointed-breasts. She leaned forward, sliding her hands along the outer side 
of his thighs to his buttocks and gently tugged until he slid forward to the 
edge of the cushion. Then, without a word between them she encircled her 
fingers around the thickness of his erect penis and began to stroke and 
massage it gently, knowingly, rubbing the skin up and down and slipping her 
other hand beneath the velvety sac of his balls, cradling their softness in 
her small warm palm. Brendell groaned aloud, clenching his teeth at her 
amorous ministrations of his genitals. ' 

"What do you think now, daddy?" she teased him. 

"I-I haven't changed my mind ... well consider him," he stammered as she 
gave his cock a tender squeeze that sent an exciting shock-wave spiraling up 
his backbone. 

"You ... you wouldn't your lover-girl would you, huh ... now would you?" she 
pouted, drawing the heavy foreskin slowly down behind the coronal rim of the 
satiny blood-filled head of his now pulsating cock. 

"D-Damn you ... you're trying to blackmail me," he grunted, grinding his 
teeth together again. "I-I'm not responsible for what I say at a time like 
this." 

She laughed lightly and leaned forward, taking her breasts in each hand and 
separating them widely, then, pressing the soft white valley tight to his 
cock she brought the voluptuous abundant mounds of supple flew smugly 
together, completely engulfing the rigid shaft of his throbbing prick. 

Brendell groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily at the hot soft 
contact of the smooth resilient flesh wrapped around his cock, his hips 
beginning an immediate up and down rhythmic fucking motion. 

She took his big hands then and placed them on her breasts to knead and 
manipulate as he liked, while with her own she cupped his balls and gently 
scratched her nails beneath them with one hand, the other worming up the 
crevice between his buttocks in a slow tantalizing approach toward his anus. 

Brendell grunted from deep in his chest as he felt her finger reach his 
rectal opening. He gaped in mounting lust at the sight of his thick cock 
buried between his wife's warm soft tits ... felt her long nails grazing the 
sensitive, hairy skin of his balls ... and then the slow, salacious 
penetration of her long finger slipping up into his rectum ... up, up, up 
... until he could feel the palm of her hand resting warmly against his 
buttocks. 

"What do you think now, daddy?" she cooed up into his face, her sparkling 
eyes alive with her own building desire.. 

"I-I think ... that you're a luscious little bitch ..." he rasped, half in 
smile, half dazed with the increasing sensations building in his loins. 

"Am I winning?" she teased, rotating her finger gently in his anus. 

"Damn you ... yes ... you're winning..." 

"Jeff Lewis is going to build our house ... ?" 

Brendell swallowed. "If that's what you want, baby ... Whatever you want 
..." 

"Oh... I love you, daddy!" she exclaimed, letting go of his testicles and 
sliding her hand up the shaft of his prick as she eased back from him and 
lowered her head until he felt the warm moistness of her open lips close 
over the throbbing head. 

"Uggghhh," he grunted, tangling his hands in her hair and shoving his loins 
upward into her face. He watched her bobbing head as her warm mouth slipped 
up and down his fleshy rod, then he caught sight of their reflection in the 
wall mirror and his excitement increased when he saw the thickness of his 
cock buried between her lipstick-rimmed lips. 

She twirled her tongue maddeningly around the moist stickiness of the 
blood-inflated head while her probing finger continued to play in the soft 
spongy flesh of his anal passage and he gaped at the wall mirror, watching 
as his ever hardening and growing cock stroked in an[l out of her ovaled, 
sucking mouth. 

"Oh Christ," he groaned." Suck it, lover-girl, suck it hard!" 

She did, her head lolling rhythmically with his fingers locked in her hair, 
and he watched in growing lust their reflections as she plunged down on it, 
absorbing nearly the full length of it into the hot cavern of her mouth and 
throat. 

She had worked it up to the point where it was pulsating and jerking with 
every flick of her tiny tongue and as he watched he saw the flesh of her 
lips being pulled out grotesquely with each voraciously sucking upstroke. He 
knew now that she had reached the stage of achieving her own gratification 
... a rare ecstasy that few women could boast, orgasm through sexual 
excitement and mental stimulation alone. She would wait for him, build to 
that peak, and then his ejaculation into her mouth would set her off as 
surely as would a cock shoved deep in her cunt. The thought of that alone 
now was driving him wild as he watched her concentrate, oblivious to all 
else around her, her breasts jerking and dancing below, all of it adding to 
the unbelievable pressure building in his testicles and loins. 

"Suck it! Suck it! Oh Christ, lover-girl, suck that prick!" he moaned, as 
she began to swirl her deeply imbedded finger furiously in his anus, until 
suddenly he felt like urinating ... wished momentarily that he could ... 
right in her mouth ... and then it was time! He could feel it surging up 
from the depths of his balls and he shoved his loins up hard against her 
face, clutching at her hair while it raced the length of his prick and he 
felt the first shudder of her own orgasm seize her and she began to suck
 with insane fury. 

Gush after gush of his white hot sperm spewed into her mouth from his 
pumping cock She swallowed wildly, her cheeks bloating and hollowing, her 
body quivering and jerking from her own climax while she continued to suck 
hungrily, little whimpering, purring sounds humming out of her, her head 
never stopping as he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat and 
he continued to shoot his load deeper and deeper into her voraciously 
sucking mouth ... 

Then, a convulsive shudder passed over him and he groaned a great sigh as 
the dregs of his sperm were sucked out of him and his shaft began to grow 
flaccid in her mouth. Still, she clung to it nibbling tenderly, licking it 
until it glistened in its soft, deflated state ... finally kissing it and 
raising her face to him. 

He bent down, taking her smooth, chiseled face between his big hands and 
kissed her warmly on the mouth. 

"Now, daddy," she said, her eyes dancing happily because she knew she had 
satisfied him ... and had won the game. "About the playroom ... We'll want 
the movie-projection room and the TV intercom built-in. I-I think I'd better 
have little Jeff come over and see me tomorrow afternoon, don't you? I mean 
... you don't plan to be home, do you, daddy?" 

Nathan Brendell chuckled. "You're a hellion, you know that? A wild little 
bitch." 

She pouted. "You don't love me," she said, dropping her head, kissing his 
limp and useless penis once more. 

He mussed her hair playfully. "As a matter of fact," he said, "I'll be at 
the office all day tomorrow." She raised her head and smiled at him. "We'll 
go over these plans tonight to be sure we get everything the way we want 
it." He paused. "You know, it means I've got to put the cash up to build 
this. He obviously doesn't have the resources." 

"So ...?" 

Brendell shrugged. "So ... nothing, I guess. For you, lover-girl, whatever 
the price ... it's worth it." 

 Chapter 6 

"Well ... I'm not certain, dear ..." Claudia Gray replied in her controlled, 
husky voice. "You see, I do have a full agenda ... clients right up to here, 
know what I mean?" She hesitated. "But I did say I'd read it didn't I?" 

"I-If you're too busy, Miss Gray ..." 

"No. I told you to bring it to me if that beast, Fletcher, tried to exploit 
you ... I remember." There was a momentary pause. "Did he, darling?" 

"Well ... I-I'd rather not say, Miss Gray," Karen answered. "Look, if you're 
too busy, I can understand ..." 

"Not at all, darling. We females must stick together," Claudia Gray 
interrupted. "Can you get it over here right away?" 

"Well ... well, yes, I can. I'll have it delivered by cab." 

"Wonderful, pet. I'll try to give it a reading today. I do have a thousand 
and one things ... but for you ... Look, I'll call you tonight, Karen. We'll 
go from there, eh?" 

"Wonderful," Karen said, clutching her bourbon-filled instant coffee. She 
smiled the mouthpiece. "... And thanks, Miss Gray." 

"Oh ... oh, nonsense. But it better be good, young lady," she said warmly. 
"Until tonight then ... ?" 

"Yes ... yes, until tonight." 

Karen hung up, elated It took her five minutes to scoop up her dog-eared 
manuscript and hustle down to the street to send it on its way with Barney, 
the cabby. Back in her apartment, she dropped into her favorite chair and 
slipped into coffee-bourbon drinking. 

It had been a hellish night sleep-wise. Her stupidity with Karl Fletcher had 
overwhelmed her, once she'd given it a little thought. Twice in the darkest 
tapering hours before dawn she had gone to the bathroom to retch. How she 
ever could have degraded herself to such a degree was beyond her now in 
broad daylight. That filthy, vile man ... and she'd lain with him ... given 
herself to him like some slut off the street. Yet ... yet, she couldn't rid 
herself of the knowledge that he had satiated her ... made her cum like a 
wanton! Nor could she shake the rapturous thought of the pleasure and bliss 
that had overwhelmed her at that moment. Dear God, had that only been her 
Jeff ... What ecstasy would lay ahead for them ... Jeff! Jeff! Jeff! My 
darling! Where are you? Come to me ... find me! Oh God! 

She went into the kitchenette and made herself more coffee, spiking it 
lightly. She had to get these unreasonable thoughts from her mind and 
concentrate on her work. A book lay half-finished on her typewriter table. 
It was good, too. She must concentrate on her work. Claudia Cray had her 
present book and she felt confident that the alluring agent would call her 
this evening as promised. 

She would work all day! Give thought to nothing else. This was her life. It 
would all come out ... she was certain of it ... it would all emerge! 

She swallowed at her coffee ... tasted, and her face clouded. Too light on 
the bourbon, she thought, walking toward the kitchenette ... 

* * * 

Jeff walked around the kitchen, naked except for an apron. Toni lay in the 
one-room combination apartment-bed. She had just gotten to her naked bicycle 
exercise performance. 

"If you don't come out here and make the toast, I'm going to pour this bacon 
grease right on your ass," Jeff said, clutching four eggs in his hands from 
the refrigerator. 

"Honey, when you speak about my ass you affect me deeply," Toni said, 
jumping to her feet and coming to the kitchen end of the room, her lovely 
little body jiggling excitingly in the right places. "Speak, oh master." 

"The toast," he said, going to the stove. 

"And why doesn't the lady from Pygmalion call?" she said, jutting out her 
posterior toward him in a waggling little performance to indicate he had 
rocks in his head 

"She'll call, I tell you. She'll call ... if I know my women," Jeff said, 
wondering if, in fact, he knew anything about women at all. 

She had dripped all over him yesterday, made her desire as plain as a 
plumb-bob on a center-point. Sex ... Christ, she exuberated with it. He'd 
bet his backbone ... but that was yesterday. Here we were into today and we 
start all over again. 

Toni said: "Well, I'll tell you the truth. That old man of hers is a brute 
in bed anyway. He's probably worn her so thin she can't lift the telephone 
..." 

"How the hell would you know?" Jeff barked at her. He didn't know why he 
should get all upset, but her words had twisted him. 

Toni turned to smile at him. He was looking back over his shoulder from 
where be stood at the stove, his eyes drinking in the loveliness of her 
naked, voluptuous little body. It angered him that she peaked his desire so. 

"We're pen-pals, didn't you know?" she said, smiling provocatively, a piece 
of toast in one hand, a knife with a clump of butter in the other. 

"You're a goddamned little whore!" he spat viciously. "That's what you are!" 

Toni shrugged naked creamy shoulders as she spread the butter over the 
toast. She said: "That's the way it is, handsome. Some of us have it ... 
some of us don't. And we latter have to do the best we can." 

Jeff threw down the spatula, probably would have slapped her had the phone 
not rung. Toni joggled her buttocks toward it. 

"One moment," she said, then half smiled back at him. "For you, oh 
massiveness ... and it sounds awfully much like a British slut." 

It happened fast and Jeff just listened. Her voice was like melted butter. 
He hung up in a half daze. 

"I know," Toni said, biting into toast. "The mistress wants to go over the 
blueprints with you." 

Jeff plodded toward his hardening eggs. "The playroom," he said 
automatically. 

"Of course," Toni replied "It could have been the master toilet ... but the 
playroom sounds exciting. So ... what time this afternoon, darling?" 

"Two o'clock ... what the devil are you getting at, anyway?" he snapped at 
her. 

Toni laughed, but it was a humorless effort. She said: "Mid afternoon, 
darling ... It stands to reason, doesn't it? After all, she can't have you 
there when little old Nat is there. It's got to be prime time ..." 

Jeff slapped her on the bottom. "She's a fine woman," he said. "A great 
actress. You remember Pygmalion?" 

Toni stared at him. Her backside stung from his blow. She licked at her 
lips. "How would you like the eggs I'm going to cook, Mr. Pygmalion?" she 
said. 

Jeff grinned. "Sunnyside," he said. "Okay?" 

"Sure ... why not," Toni replied. "They're your lousy eggs." 

* * * 

It was after five and Karen felt pleased with herself. She had worked most 
of the day, although, she decided, a goodly portion would have to be 
re-written ... and then the phone rang. 

"Hello." 

"Karen, pet ...?" 

"Yes ..." 

"I've read it ... oh, this is Claudia, darling, Claudia Gray ...?" 

"I know ... I know." 

"I'm impressed, pet ... impressed. I think we better talk." 

"Certainly ... where?" Karen said. 

"My place ... yes, my place would be good. Look, dear, why don't you have 
dinner with me?" the contained husky feminine voice suggested. "I'm at the 
Dallas Arms on Wilshire. Seven-thirty?" 

"Y-Yes ... yes, of course, Miss Gray ... seven-thirty." 

Karen leaped from her chair and did a little pirouette to her own 
satisfaction. Claudia Gray had read it, was enthused enough to invite her to 
discuss its prospects. Well, at least, she wouldn't have to worry about 
fighting off some sex-demented male. Thank God, she was dealing with a woman 
... What she needed was another drink ... 

 Chapter 7 

It was typical of Jeff to make instantaneous decisions, and enroute to the 
Brendell apartment, he made one. He was putting an end to this arrangement 
with Toni before it grew into an "affaire de coeur". It was out of hand 
already, well beyond the mutual arrangement stage and into the possessive 
development ... and he had just discovered that he was as guilty as she. 
Nothing could come of it because he would never let it; so, it was silly and 
unfair to both of them to let it continue. Regardless of what happened in 
the next few hours at the Brendells, he would move out tonight ... take a 
hotel room or something for a few days, until he could find a place and move 
his things. 

He couldn't forget the way Muriel Brendell had sounded over the telephone 
... that smoky, seductive voice of hers, dripping sex while she talked about 
a playroom ... or some such nonsense. It was almost impossible for him to 
believe ... that the beautiful and talented, filthy-rich Muriel Standard was 
giving him the come-on signals, but it had been written all over her 
yesterday ... and this morning in her voice when she'd called. Nevertheless, 
he was not about to blow the possibility of landing a 
seven-hundred-thousand-dollar contract for a romp in the sheets. If he did 
stand a chance of getting the deal, which he was still reluctant to believe, 
one sure way of destroying it would be to have Nathan Brendell suspect him 
of carrying on with his lovely wife. 

In essence, he decided, he would just have to play it cool ... real cool ... 
leave the whole performance to her and watch it develop. After all, she was 
the skilled performer, not him. He smiled to himself as he pulled out of the 
main stream of traffic and parked before the luxurious apartment building. 
Mine is lust a minor supporting role, he thought. 

He was feeling pretty much in command of himself when he rang the buzzer, 
but when she opened the door attired in the tiniest wisp of green bikinis 
his prepared composure seemed to disintegrate, and he could do nothing but 
stare at the nine-tenths of her exposed, well-rounded loveliness, his eyes 
immediately engorging themselves upon the smooth, slightly-tanned, 
satin-like skin that coated her lush, soft, yet firm, contours. 

"Darling," she greeted him, smiling warmly. "I was just about to slip into 
something when you rang. I've been taking a sunbath on the deck. I must've 
dozed ... didn't realize it was so late ..." 

Then, she moved in close to him, her whole voluptuous length of pulchritude 
pressing tightly and hotly into him, her erect pointed breasts flattening 
against his lower chest as her arms snaked around his neck and her belly and 
pelvis ground snugly to him. 

Amazed, Jeff could neither breathe nor speak. Automatically, his hands 
closed on the velvety, smooth flesh at the small of her back and he felt the 
muscles ripple lightly as a little tremor passed over her and her warm, 
moist lips planted themselves openly upon his own. 

Eventually she said: "Isn't that just about where we left off yesterday, 
lover?" 

Jeff raised his head, half sighing, half gasping, but still holding her. 
"I-I ... ah ... don't recollect much of anything ... right at the moment," 
he managed, feeling his penis beginning to stir responsively to her pelvis 
and thighs that had begun a hardly perceptive undulating motion against him. 

She tittered lightly, kissed him on the nose and backed out of his arms. 
"You are a dear," she said matter-of-factly. "I think we're going to get on 
famously ... but first, to business, eh? Come, sit down and I'll mix us a 
couple of drinks to chat over." She started off and he gaped after her, his 
brain fast intoxicating itself on the lithe suppleness of her magnificent 
body, enhanced now by her practiced walk in the inch or so of heel on the 
golden sandals she wore. He could feel his prick moving into a state of 
embarrassing rigidness, and when she looked back over her shoulder he saw 
that her eyes locked on it in amused delight. "Problems, darling?" she 
teased. 

Jeff sensed his face flushing slightly. He cleared his throat. "Wh-Where is 
Mr. Brendell?" he heard himself question. 

She had paused and was holding out her hand for him. He moved up to her and 
she caught hold of him, leading him into the luxurious living room. 
"Working, lover ... like any good breadwinner should, "she replied, leading 
hint to a chair. "Now, you sit here while I mix." She went behind the bar 
and began. "First, darling, an especially designed playroom is of extreme 
importance to both Nat and me. It must be on the second floor in the rear 
overlooking the pool with an outside entrance to the poolside. There will be 
considerable electronic equipment involved, with TV screens in each of the 
surrounding bedrooms, the master-control panel to be in the playroom. We 
will also want a small movie projection room. Nat roughed out some plans 
last night that I will give you before you leave ... which will be quite a 
while from now." 

He watched her move gracefully around the bar toward him, carrying a drink 
in either hand, her sensuously delightful body completely captivating him. 
He struggled to keep his wits, accepted the drink and watched her curl into 
a chair facing him, her long shapely legs folded beneath her. She was 
smiling faintly. 

Jeff shook his head. He had refused to allow himself to believe yet what she 
had been so obviously implying without coming right out and saying it ... 
that he was going to build their house. He said: "I-I'm afraid you're moving 
a bit too fast for me Mrs. Brendell ..." 

"Oh, darling ... call me Muriel, please ..." She tilted her head cutely, her 
dark eyes dancing for him. "I was certain we had at least passed beyond that 
point." She leaned forward slightly, presenting him with a spectacular view 
of her ample cleavage. "Tell me, how much does building this house mean to 
you?" 

"A very great deal ... everything right now, as a matter of fact," he said, 
afraid any moment that he would awaken to find it all a dream. 

"You're an architect with the Curren Company right now, aren't you, 
darling?" she said, sipping at her drink. 

Jeff tasted his own. It was scotch and soda and potent. He nodded to her 
question. She had evidently been doing a little investigating ... or 
perhaps, her husband had. 

"And this house, should you build it for us, would literally make you, 
wouldn't it ... put you in business, that is ... ?" 

Again, he nodded. "It would." 

"Married?" 

"Divorced," he answered 

"Then ... who's the little girl you live with?" Muriel asked, watching him 
carefully as she raised her glass to her lips once more. 

"A friend," said Jeff, a bit irked at the question. Then: "An arrangement of 
convenience." 

"Is she good? In bed, I mean?" 

Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he thought, feeling his face flushing 
once more. "That" an unfair question," he said. He managed a grin. "I 
respectfully decline to answer on the grounds that it might tend to 
incriminate me." 

Muriel Brendell laughed. "A gentleman, no less." She shrugged pretty naked 
shoulders. "No matter ... Nat tells me she's pretty good and he's an 
authority. Of course, she's never been to one of our parties ... I have to 
take his word for it." 

Once more, Jeff gaped at her. He was beginning to wonder if his hearing was 
doing him justice. 

"I shock you, don't I, darling," she said suddenly. "All these questions ... 
the fact that I know so much about you ... talking about my husband and 
another girl ...?" She arose quickly and came over to fold herself onto his 
lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip pressuring down 
meaningfully onto his still half-erect penis. "You're beginning to wonder 
just what the hell it's all about ... right?" 

"To-to say the least," Jeff answered as she leaned over to kiss his forehead 
wetly. 

"All right ... I'll tell you," she said, squirming down intentionally onto 
his still hardening member. "Nat and I live a very full and exciting life. 
We think we have the perfect marriage. We're both equally lusty and we 
understand each other's wants and needs. The playroom, for example ... it 
will be where we'll entertain a few friends ... discreet friends, darling 
... drinks, dancing, some very special adult movies following a little 
skinny-dipping ... private bedrooms and the like ... Am I getting through to 
you, honey?" 

Jeff swallowed tightly. He wasn't exactly certain what was registering with 
him at the moment, except that the weight and presence of her soft rounded, 
near-naked contours was increasing his libido at an alarming rate. He had 
set down his drink and his hand was moving gently over the smooth warm 
satin-like flesh of her waist and upward over her rib cage to her breasts. 

"Hmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch, reaching behind her with her 
free left hand to untie her bra and let it fall into his lap. "You are going 
to build our house, darling ... and you are going to be my lover ... aren't 
you?" 

"Christ!" be gasped as the large full mounds of her breasts came into view, 
their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at him and swelling into palpitating 
hardness before his eyes. He clutched one tightly into his hand, the feel of 
its soft, warm, resilient flesh causing his penis to Jerk uncontrollably as 
she writhed gently on top of it. With his other hand he drew her head down 
to him and glued his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue between her smooth 
moist lips, beyond the barrier of her white even teeth and into the warm 
cavern of her mouth. 

She greeted it with a caress from her own, then began to nibble and suck 
tenderly ... teasingly. 

Finally, she raised her head as Jeff continued to knead and massage her 
breast. "You haven't answered me," she half whispered. "Are you going to 
build our house?'- 

"God, you know I want to ... but I don't have the available financing ..." 

"Oh, Nat will see to that, darling," she said, running her fingers through 
his hair. 

"Then ... then, there's no question about it ..." he said quickly. 

"Yes, there is ... one big important question ... Will you be my lover?" 

He realized suddenly that she was quivering. She had begun to squirm in his 
lap and her eyes were searching his almost frantically. 

"God, yes," he gasped. "I'll ... I'll be any damned thing you want!" 

She whimpered and kissed him hungrily, darting her tiny tongue deep into his 
mouth and pressing her breast tight into his clutching hand. Then, she was 
on her feet and pulling him up. 

"Bring your drink," she ordered, almost breathlessly. "I want you now ... 
right now!" 

She led him, half running toward the bedroom, her lush breasts joggling with 
the effort, and without preliminaries, let go of his hand to wriggle her 
bikini bottoms down off her rounded hips to the floor, then she jumped onto 
the large, king-sized bed, rolling onto her back in a spread-eagle position 
and smiled wantonly up at him. 

"Now," she said, "undress for me. I want to watch you." 

Jeff could still hardly believe what was taking place. It was happening too 
fast for his brain to comprehend. First, the assurance of the contract, now 
this vision lying seductively before him, waiting for him to fuck her ... 
Muriel Standard! My God ... he had to be dreaming ... his eyes played over 
her full, well-rounded contours and tiny ripples of lust surged through him 
... but it wasn't a dream ... It was actually happening to him! He drank in 
her naked curves and watched her little writhing movements as she lay 
stretched out in anticipation before him. He had already discovered the 
magnificent firmness of her high-set, rounded breasts, and now he was 
staring at the enticingly rounded, slightly tanned hips that led downward to 
the delectable sweep of long, gradually rounded thighs. Between them, spread 
invitingly, he could see clearly through the soft dark pubic hair covering 
her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious 
in the first tiny dewdrops of moisture glistening there. 

"Damn ..." he hissed. "You're a lovely woman!" He still held his drink and 
was staring down at her. He saw the effect of his words as she made a little 
mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her eyes 
seeming to glaze slightly. 

"Please, darling ... please hurry ... I need you ... she pleaded. 

He began pulling at his clothes as she watched with a certain fascination, 
removing everything, even his shoes and socks before dropping his shorts 
that were trying desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his 
cock. Then, she raised up and leaned forward on an elbow, her eyes fixed 
upon his loins as he made the unveiling. 

"Oh God," she gasped with breathless awe at the long thick rigidity of it 
standing out from his lean, hairy loins. She stared at the throbbing of the 
blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her arched lifeline 
passionately. "It's ... it's beautiful! Oh God, lover, bring it here to me," 
she whimpered, moving over to the edge of the bed to meet it as he 
approached and stood stark naked before and above her. 

Jeff felt an uncontrollable spasm of delightful tremors course over and 
through his whole body as she gently let it rest in the palm of her hand, 
slowly encircling her fingers about its thickness and sliding the heavy 
outer skin to and from her, her other hand moving between his thighs to 
engulf his balls tenderly, then ... then ... he saw her tongue dart out to 
lick at the tiny split in its glans and catch the few drops of secretion 
that had oozed out in his mounting desire. He groaned at the surprised hot 
contact of her tongue with the sensitive head of his cock, then groaned 
again as she drew it gently toward her with her hands, opening her lips and 
drawing it slowly but continuously into her mouth, her tongue beginning a 
slow, smooth swirling motion as she kept drawing it in ... in ... in ... 
until he gaped in utter disbelief as near all of the entire thick shaft of 
flesh disappeared between her sucking lips and throat. At last, she withdrew 
her head, as slowly and deliciously, then, rolled back onto the bed, her 
arms and legs open to him. 

"Oh God, lover, I want you to fuck me to death with that beautiful cock 
hanging between your least" she breathed up at him. 

"Christ!" Jeff blurted, the lewd words coming from her luscious lips 
exciting him further. He climbed onto the bed, half atop her, his hand 
smoothing hungrily over her soft, satiny flesh from her hips to her breasts, 
kneading, cupping, stroking, his mouth finding her own, his tongue exploring 
the still poignant taste of his own prick there and adding to his mounting 
lust. 

"You are going to be my baby," she whispered, "my protege. Would you like 
that, Jeff, lover? To be rich and famous ... the noted architect, Jeffrey 
Lewis, with everyone who is anyone in California ... maybe, the whole 
country, clamoring at your feet for your talents?" 

"All ... all I want is you right now," Jeff hissed down at her, smoothing 
his hand over the warm soft skin of her flat belly and below to the silky 
hair covered mound that swelled into the sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt. 
He traced his finger along the pink hair-lined slit between her thighs to 
the warm crevice of her buttocks, and she gasped upward into his face 
continuously from the sensations it set off inside her, her hot breath like 
some rare perfume that he couldn't get enough of. 

He ground his ever growing, hardening cock into her hip while he caressed 
and taunted the most secret parts of her splendid body, even as his brain 
whirled with the fantastic events that had swept him up in less than an hour 
of his lifetime. Lying here beside her, making love to her in the boldest of 
lascivious manners, he couldn't help but wonder what Nathan Brendell would 
say should he walk through that door. Yet, at the moment, he didn't give 
much of a damn. He had to have this unbelievably enticing creature ... 
Muriel Standard ... She would always be that to him ... Muriel Standard! She 
had actually sucked his cock! His! Good Christ! He'd heard about these 
husband-wife under-standings, the swap-arounds, all of it ... but to 
suddenly become a part of it ... Her protege, she'd said. Rich! Famous! 
People clamoring for his designs! God almighty, it was fantastic! Yet, here 
he lay with this gorgeous creature ... Oooooh! She had his cock in her hand! 
She had her mouth clinging to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue ... 
and now she was trying to maneuver him over on top of her, between her 
spreading legs, wanting his cock in her warm moist cunt ... 

He responded, moving between her legs, forcing his hands beneath her 
shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He 
could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she 
undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of 
her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin indicating a 
powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her 
thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He couldn't help but wonder 
how they would grip about him later when he had sunk his now throbbing cock 
deep inside her white-hot little belly ... 

"Oh God, you are something, Jeff Lewis! I love your body," she whispered, 
biting at his lips and grinding the flatness of her belly tightly up to him. 
Her hauls went to his lean, taut buttocks and her nails raked him there, 
then, moved upward the length of his back in a similar pattern. "You're 
going to be all mine from this moment on, lover. It's important that you 
understand that," she hissed into his ear. "Do you understand it? Do you?" 

He hesitated. "I understand that I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until 
you forget where you are ... or who you are," he rasped down at her. 

"Oh God! Lover, yes ... yes! Do it ... Fuck me until I'm crazy! Sink that 
beautiful cock into my cunt until I go out of my mind, lover! Do that to met 
Please ... please!" 

He forced his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her 
smooth, white buttocks in their palms and pulled her open crotch up tighter 
against him. He lay his cock into the partially open split of her cunt, 
moving it back and forth, up and down, until it was well insinuated within 
the moist pink slit that separated the palpitating, hair-lined lips and 
began a little pressurizing, upward sawing motion, sensing it growing wetter 
and wetter with every passing second. Her buttocks began a more urgent 
rotation up against his loins while the head of his prick massaged gently 
the erect bud of her clitoris and she gasped through her teeth at him. 

"I ... I can't stand it any longer, my lover ... I've got to have it in me. 
Please ... please fuck me now. I'll do anything you say if you only fuck me 
..." 

Her legs splayed out wide on either side of his body, their strong calves 
situating themselves against the back of his thighs as she tried to draw him 
tighter into her. 

He kissed her tenderly, almost a brush against her warm moist lips, and 
lowering his hand, guided his now aching cock downward between her hot, 
passion moistened cunt lips. She trembled all over and cried out as her 
crotch lurched upward at him, the open moist mouth of her cunt seeking 
desperately the blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his throbbing rod of 
hardened flesh. 

Jeff grunted in his own passion, feeling the soft silken hairs of her cunt 
grazing his prick from her erotic movements, and he knew trying to hold back 
was useless for him any longer. He sucked in his breath and thrust his hips 
forward, feeling the wet, throbbing mouth of her vagina receptive to him and 
its warm lubricated channel accepting and absorbing his prick right up into 
her belly with a slight suction sound, her vaginal muscles immediately 
setting to work on the hard, fleshy length of his wildly throbbing cock. 

Oh Christ, he thought, he'd never had anything like this! Her cunt sheath 
was milking him! He wouldn't last ten seconds this way. He tried to 
establish a rhythm, racing his long thick cock the full length of her 
passage, but her sucking cunt was drawing heavily at the lining of his 
testicles. His balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. He 
felt his rectum constrict. Good God, he was going to cum already! 

"It's all right, darling," she whispered lip at him, into his face, her 
tongue laving his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Cum hard this time. Fuck into 
me deep! It's all right. Cum! Cum! Cum!" She drew back her legs, thrusting 
her crotch up at him, making her tight, wildly clasping cunt available to 
his wildest lust-crazed thrusts. 

"God! I can't help it!" he whimpered down at her. 

"It's all right! Fuck me hard! Cum! Cum way up deep in my belly! Trust me, 
darling lover! Cum! Cum!" 

He did ... his prick lurching and jerking like some insane wild beast he had 
no control over, squirting his sperm deep up into the depths of her womb in 
spasmodic gushes that seemed to rack his whole body as he pumped it into her 
like a raging uncontrolled river of host. 

He heard himself wail uncontrollably, and as he gasped out his pleasure, he 
had the strange feeling that she did also, for surely she cried out like a 
woman in orgasm and her cunt milked at his spewing cock like some fanatical 
machine as she writhed and squirmed beneath him with frantic bodily gestures 
of participating enjoyment. 

He fell on top of her because he couldn't hold himself erect. He had ... or 
she had sapped the strength, the life from him. He collapsed and she caught 
him in her arms and held him there. 

"God almighty ... I couldn't help it!" he blurted down at her, his breathing 
coming in short heavy rasps. 

"It's all right, lover. It's all right," she said softly. "I understand. It 
happens to all of us ... I mean, all of you." She laughed lightly. "In fact, 
it makes me quite proud. It means you were susceptible to my charms." 

Jeff rolled off of her onto his back and lay still a moment. God, he 
couldn't remember an orgasm that had drained him that way. He said: "God 
God, the moment it went in I was dead." He continued to breathe heavily. "I 
have to hang my head and apologize ..." 

"You have to have a fresh dunk, that's what you have to do," Muriel said, 
hopping from the bed and going to a corner cabinet. "No ice in here, lover, 
but, but there's something else. Ever drink Pernod ... I mean the real 
absinthe Pernod?" 

"I ... I don't know. I'll be happy with anything." He felt awfully much like 
some kind of failure, even though she was working at proving him different. 
The insane point of the whole damned thing was that she evidently liked him 
... no ... wanted him. So, what did he have to lose? Now that the sex was 
past, he could give it some thought sensibly. She had said that he was going 
to build their house ... with her husband financing it, hadn't she? 

"Do you really intend that I'll build this house for you?" he asked 
suddenly. "I mean ... I'm a big boy ... I can take the bitter with the 
better." 

She came over to the bed, her lithe, sensuous body gliding down and jiggling 
properly. She sat on the edge of the bed and handed him the glass of 
greenish-yellow liquid. He tasted it, liked it, and drank heavily. His 
throat was dry. He certainly felt like a perfect ass. 

"Of course, you will build house," she answered softly. "Nothing has 
changed, lover. You're still my protege ... my lover-boy ... and we're going 
to bring them all to your feet. They will, you know ... if Nat says so." 

"Nat?" he gulped, right after draining his glass and she scooped it up to go 
back and refill it. "Why the hell should he say so? Why should he say 
anything? I may be some kind of nut, but here I am in here screwing his wife 
while he's working. Can you give any reason why he should suddenly become a 
top fan of mine?" 

Muriel returned, handing him his glass. He swallowed a portion of it. She 
folded herself onto the bed, then leaned back, spreading herself out 
seductively, her breasts firm and full, her thighs drawn lip to protect the 
sight of her enticing pelvic area. Jeff stared at her. Good God, she was 
lovely! 

"You've missed the whole point of Nat's and my being together," she said 
softly, swirling her glass so that the liquid within sloshed high at the 
edges of the glass. "We understand ... we know the needs and fulfillment's 
every person has individually. We know about variety ... and the spice of 
life, as they say. It's made our marriage solid, Jeff lover, solid! Example 
... Nathan knows that you're here with me this afternoon ... that you and I 
will have sex ... fuck, if you'd like it in the vernacular. He also knows 
that when he comes home I'll be here if he wants me ... or, if he's suddenly 
had an itching toward a Toni St. Clair, that I'd understand, and won't 
expect to see him for a day or two or three ... Does that surprise you, 
lover?" 

Jeff raised up on his elbow and gulped at his glass. Yes ... Christ, yes, he 
was surprised ... and more than a little bit. At least, the taste of 
whatever it was seemed familiar. Like licorice almost ... What the hell had 
he gotten himself into? No use denying that Muriel Standard captivated him, 
but that was understandable. She'd captivate anyone. Damn, what a woman ... 
and he'd blown that too, but ... but not according to her, and that puzzled 
him. 

Suddenly, he felt her hand moving along his thigh and slipping beneath his 
testicles, cradling them in her hand as if she were weighing them as she 
watched his face. 

"I intend that you'll be a sought after man, Jeff Lewis ... lover," she 
said, smiling into his face from where she lay on her elbow, her one hand 
tenderly fondling the loose sac that hung between his thighs. "And I also 
intend that all should know you belong to me ... Are we making any contact,
 my love?" 

Jeff felt his flaccid prick give its first lurch. The heat from the palm of 
her hand spread upwards through his loins pleasantly and he gulped at his 
drink. 

He licked at his lips. "Are you intending that I should lump through hoops, 
little girl?" 

"Does that help your sex drive?" 

"I don't know ... It's never come to that," he answered her flatly. 

Muriel smiled. "I'll never cut you, lover ... if you don't cut me." 

Then, Jeff smiled back at her. "That sounds like a reasonable deal." 

Muriel played with his testicles and his penis continued to grow. She hadn't 
touched it yet. She was content in just watching it jerk into increasing 
hardness. Finally, she said: "But ..." 

"But?" 

"I cut awfully easy ... my thin skin, I suppose." 

Jeff studied her. A strong grain of excitement had begun to build inside him 
because his prick was getting hard once more. He'd never known what it was 
to come back after the same woman the second time in one ordeal. The very 
thought was fascinating him and peaking his ego. This time, it would be 
different. He was certain of it. He raised his glass and drained it. 

"I suggest you get us something to drink," he said, reaching over and 
cupping her breast momentarily. 

"You didn't answer me," Muriel said, taking his glass. 

Jeff smiled. "I'll be anything you want me to be ... lover." 

She groaned loudly and kissed him, then ran to the bar He watched her, the 
movements of her white full buttocks exciting him. So, that was the name of 
the game, he thought. He was an amateur ... rank too, but maybe ... just 
maybe, he'd learn ... given time. 

Muriel returned with their drinks, but set them on the night stand, then 
pushed him over onto his back and climbed above him on all fours, hovering 
above his continual hardening prick. 

"I've waited long enough, lover," she said, stroking it between the flats of 
her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to stir in a 
little undulating response. Then, she brought her mouth down to it and Jeff 
sucked in his breath as for the second time she enclosed the whole of its 
sensitive head between her lips in a warm, moist pressure. He watched her 
lipstick-reddened lips tighten elastically around it just below the coronal 
rim, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. 

"Mmmm," he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her 
contorted face. The sight of his thick quivering shaft sunk halfway between 
her ovaled lips had brought it back to a throbbing hardness. She licked it 
and bit it gently, taking obvious delight in her power to bring it to life 
again after its total collapse. 

Jeff felt the fires of desire fast rekindling in his loins. She continued to 
nibble for a moment longer, swirling her slippery tongue around and around 
it until she was satisfied it was restored to its full length and power, 
then she crawled off him, falling quickly onto her back and spreading her 
legs wide before his eyes. 

"Now, lover ... fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!" 

He wasted no time. He came to rest directly between her open thighs and 
reached down between them to make the coupling. She was ready and there wan 
no need for any pre-play. He could feel the moist pink opening of her cunt 
throbbing in urgent anticipation as with his fingers he guided his long 
thick cock straight into her. He paused for a moment to part the dark silken 
hair, wet now from their first union, with the head of his shaft, and then, 
with one long smooth stroke he rammed it into her all the way to her cervix. 
There was not the slightest resistance and the smooth, wet walls of her cunt 
clamped around his cock in a moist firmness that almost set him off again. 

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned and crooned as he felt her entire insides flowering 
open to receive him deep down in the secret crevices of her womb. She began 
to groan and murmur incoherently as he began right off to fuck viciously 
into her, gritting his teeth with his own building passion. Her body 
followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him. 

"Oooooh God, lover ... Oooooohhh ... so good ... so good! Harder ... fuck it 
harder! Yes ... yessss ... Iike that!" she whimpered as if in anguish, her 
arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his lean muscular chest down 
tight against the soft whiteness of her breasts. 

Jeff plunged his long, hardened cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the 
warm soft channel of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly opening 
receptively to his onslaught. Her body jerked and twisted and she moaned 
ceaselessly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved with 
spasmodic little tremors and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire 
that had seized hold of her whole being as though it were writhing in the 
throes of a convulsion. Her forehead had suddenly become coated with a film 
of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her mussed, short dark hair. 
It was as if nothing could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and Jeff 
fucked like an insane man to end it for her. 

"Oh Oooohh God yesss ... do something! Shove your finger in my ass, lover! 
Shove it in, please!" she cried up into the room as he slithered his strong, 
sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttock and cupped them 
tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and 
pleading loins. Them reached under her between her buttocks as he continued 
his Jack-hammer pummeling into the liquid depths of her cunt. He stretched 
the crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for 
her anus ... until he found it. 

A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had dribbled down the smooth wide-spread 
cleft from where his now throbbing cudgel was sliding sleekly in and out of 
her. It dampened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it sufficiently for 
his experimental probes; then, he pushed hard, feeling it give almost 
reluctantly, until all of a sudden the tight elastic nether ring opened 
before his pressure and his finger popped smoothly inside the soft rubbery 
channel and slid up to the first knuckle joint. Her body jerked forward 
beneath him and she gasped out her pain. 

"Ooohhh God! It hurts, lover!" 

He thrust again to the second joint and her feet jerked out erotically in 
the air above them, her toes curling spasmodically. 

"Aggghhhh! Oooohhh Christ ... yesss ... yesssss!" she groaned, and in spite 
of the obvious pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back 
onto his finger until it was sunk to the very palm of his hand, and he began 
to jiggle it wildly, rotating it around deep in the fleshy depths of her 
rectum. 

Jeff ground down into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs and 
could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a 
warm mouth around his hot, bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips 
of his toes and rammed the last inch of long cock thundering up her 
wide-stretched hole, raising a new ecstatic wail from her lips as he 
maintained the same rhythm with his pumping finger sunk deep in her rectum. 
Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassy-eyed and 
unseeing up into his face, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in 
them. 

"Aaauuuggghhh, God!" she grunted as he buffeted her in perfect cadence 
between his finger and ever expanding cock dually ravishing her genitals, a 
masochistic pleasure filling her from her crotch to the top of her head. Her 
arms that had been wrapped tightly around his neck with her nails digging 
frantically into the flesh of his back, slithered down and dug painfully 
into his lean, thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and 
unprotected loins. 

Wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each brutal pile-driving 
lunge he made into her while his finger skewered into her tight clasping 
anus with unceasing fury. Her flesh was slippery from the sweat of the wild, 
untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably 
back and forth on the coverlet beneath her. Her mouth had fallen wide open 
in ecstatic abandon; she had become something almost inhuman as she twisted 
and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her 
shoulders, egging him on. 

"Ooo! oh ... deeper, lover! Harder! Fuck me, fuck me hard, lover!" she 
begged, her climax obviously nearing, and Jeff breathed a silent prayer of 
gratitude. 

He pulled his finger from her rectum making a wet, sucking sound and she 
swung her strong smooth thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his 
back, waving her ass wantonly from side to side and spiraling her cunt up 
and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing cock 

"Oh God! Oh Christ! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she suddenly coughed at him 
with a gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles in a death grip high up 
behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around 
his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, as her body arched and 
she held tightly to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in 
a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgastic fluid out around his still 
hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking his 
balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus. 

Although he had been drained dry only a short while before and wondered if 
he'd be able to cum again ever, the wildness of Muriel's orgasm had started 
a slow aching pressure deep in his balls again and he gripped the cheeks of 
her still rotating ass and squeezed with crushing strength, feeling her 
cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat. 

"Oh ... oh, oh, oh," he grunted, suddenly increasing the viciousness of his 
strokes, his pelvis smacking brutally against the ragged pink flanges of her 
cunt and his throbbing hard prick drove deep down into the furthest hidden 
recesses of her quivering belly. 

He felt himself cumming and throwing his hands down behind her knees, shoved 
her soft, smooth thighs up over her shoulders, grinding as far down into her 
open and yielding cunt as he could go, raising groans of left over passion 
front her lips still locked tightly to his. He gasped into the moistness of 
her mouth, felt the explosion at his loins, heard her whimpering cry of 
delight as she tightened her arms around his neck, and then with a deep, 
soul-shattering grunt he shot into her, spewing his hot liquid sperm deep 
into the warm depths of her open and receptive womb. 

And then, came the end ... there was no more, and he collapsed, rolling off 
her onto his back with a deep, heavy sigh of exhaustion. 

"My God, lover, you were beautiful," Muriel said, raising up over him to 
kiss him tenderly on the mouth. "You were absolutely beautiful ... really!" 

"After I got my bearings," said Jeff, secretly pleased with his own 
performance. "But it was you, baby ... not me ... that magnificent body of 
yours ... and knowing how to use it." 

"Mmmmm," she cooed, snuggling close to him. "You say the nicest things, 
lover. I'll just bet you'll build me a beautiful house." 

Jeff smiled over at her. God, he could still hardly believe it was all true. 
All this and heaven too, he thought. 

"You can bet on that, honey," he said, slipping his arm beneath her and 
bringing her tight against him. "And with the best damned play-room in 
California, too." 

 Chapter 8 

The elegance of Claudia Gray's luxurious apartment existed in the immaculate 
decor ... it was done entirely in white, from carpet to ceiling, furniture 
and appointments, even white bric-a-brac, Karen noticed. Occasionally, an 
edge, a line, or a thread of gold appeared in contrast, but was immediately 
lost in the vestal effulgence. The alluring woman herself was gowned in 
white silk, diaphanous and loosely flowing, a near replica of the stunning 
frock she had worn the night before at the Hearthstone. Her raven-black hair 
tumbled long and freely about her shoulders and she reclined leisurely on a 
small love seat with the great dog, Splendor, at her feet. What appeared to 
be several manuscripts rested on a small table beside her and she held 
another in her hand. She looked up and smiled as the French maid led Karen 
through the enchanting living room and into the archway of the open 
double-doors, the entranceway to the smaller and more intimate room where 
she worked. 

"Karen, pet ... come in," she without rising, her lovely smile wane and 
welcoming. 

"Thank you ... I'm not too early, I hope," Karen replied, noting quickly 
that the room was a combination study and lounge, embellished in the same 
chaste hue and manner, with a large circular bed-like couch at the far end. 

"No, not at all," Claudia Gray assured her while her sparkling onyx eyes 
swept the length of her beautiful blonde guest with one approving, if 
calculating, glance. "You may leave us, Margot ... unless Karen would like a 
drink ... I never touch it myself, but you go right ahead, pet ..." 

"No ... no, thank you," Karen said, turning to the attractive young girl 
whose chic black uniform seemed almost in harsh contrast to the resplendent 
surroundings. 

"Come sit," Claudia Gray invited, motioning toward a chair only a few feet 
from, and facing, her. 

Karen did. She was experiencing a certain stomach-chilling spasm of 
anticipation that caused her to tremble nervously. 

"I do a great deal of my work right here," the woman said in her throaty 
voice, gesturing at their surroundings with a long, slender, delicate hand. 
"It's so much more conducive to accomplishment than a stuffy office, don't 
you think, pet?" 

"It's beautiful," said Karen, feeling free to look about her once more. 

"And so are you," Claudia Gray said huskily. 

Karen's eyes came back to her quickly, staring, embarrassed. She didn't know 
what to say. 

Claudia Gray smiled. She said: "I can help you, pet. I know what you're 
after ... and what you must go through to get it," she said levelly. "But 
it's the same for all of us; good things don't come easily. We must give to 
receive ... it's part of life. Have you learned that yet, dear?" 

Karen's nervous apprehension had suddenly increased. The woman was obviously 
referring to her stupid affair with Karl Fletcher last night ... Was she 
guessing, or did she actually know the truth? She felt her cheeks flushing. 

Claudia Gray leaned forward and patted her knee affectionately, her smile 
warm and understanding. "Never mind, pet," she said softly. "We women have 
all been hustled down the road of humiliation before. You mustn't condemn 
yourself." Her hand rested warmly on Karen's knee. "Remember what I said to 
you? That we females must stick together?" 

Karen nodded, trembling lightly as Claudia Gray's exciting eyes seemed to 
penetrate to her very soul. She sensed the increasing pressure of the 
slender, delicate hand on her leg, and momentarily, the urge to jump up and 
run out of there nearly overwhelmed her. Then, the stunning woman 
straightened and leaned back in her corner of the loveseat once more. 

"And so we shall, pet," she said, almost regally. "Now ... tell me all about 
yourself ... your childhood, boyfriends, likes and dislikes, wants and needs 
... You see, pet, I must know a client almost intimately to be of any real 
help to them. Later, over dinner we'll discuss your book and our plans for 
it, and after ... well, let's just take it as it comes, eh? Now, you go 
ahead, darling ... just start talking ..." 

Karen felt quite compelled to obey her, the woman's dominating personality 
seeming to subjugate her. She began talking, nervously at first, but 
gradually with increasing confidence as she gave a brief resume of her life, 
of Jeff and their short marriage, surprising herself as she unfolded the 
whole history of her frigidity and its cause, but opening up even more as 
Claudia Gray expressed her sympathy and understanding. Time seemed to race 
by as they talked and Karen became less and less inhibited, enchanted with 
the stunning woman's tender insight. 

They dined by candlelight in the small dining room, then returned to the 
study where Margot served them a sweet, thickened black coffee and Claudia 
Gray dismissed her for the night. Actually, Karen's story had kept them in 
conversation and they had yet to get to her book, but they had reached that 
point when the woman suddenly got to her feet and crossed the room to her 
desk. 

"I never drink," she said over her shoulder, "but I do have other vices." 

She smiled beautifully and Karen watched her. The beauty of the woman 
entranced her. She obviously wore nothing beneath the sheer gown of silk and 
her breasts and soft, secret pubic area became enticingly visible when the 
folds of silk fell just right, or clung to her amply curvaceous body, and 
Karen felt a mixture of excitement and revulsion at the sensuous stimulation 
the sight was causing her. 

She returned with a small silver tray of what looked like thin brown 
cigarettes, and held it out in front of her. 

"What are they?" the lovely blonde girl questioned 

Claudia Gray smiled. "You mustn't question the hostess, pet," she said 
lightly. "Try one. You'll like it." 

Karen took it and Claudia Gray lighted it for her with an ivory based table 
lighter, then, her own. As the woman returned to her loveseat, Karen 
purposely sniffed at the sweet-smelling smoke drifting up from the lighted 
end. 

"It almost reminds me of some kind of incense," she said. 

"Try a few puffs ... if you find it unpleasant, put it out," Claudia Gray 
said. 

Karen dragged at it. 

"Slowly, pet, at first," the woman said. "Like this ..." and she drew in 
gently, but deeply, inhaling in the same manner. 

Karen did as she was instructed, finding the taste strange but not 
unpleasant. She repeated the act, taking more and drawing it deeper down 
into her lungs, holding it there for a few seconds in the manner of her 
hostess. Neither spoke for a passing of minutes while Karen continued to 
experiment. After a few inhalations, she could barely notice it going down, 
it was so smooth. Finally, she took a long, deep measure of the smoke and 
held it as long as was Claudia Gray across from her. 

"It's marijuana, isn't it?" Karen heard herself say, but her voice sounded a 
distance off. 

"Hashish, pet ... the very best," Claudia Cray's voice came to her seemingly 
from a distance, also. "Do you like it?" 

"I-l really can't say," Karen laughed lightly, feeling strangely soft and 
wonderful. The longer she withheld the smoke, the more elated she seemed to 
become. She saw Claudia Gray's beautiful face smiling at her from what 
suddenly seemed away off. She was a beautiful, beautiful woman ... and she 
was speaking ... 

"... Will require considerable re-writing, but I'll help you with it. We can 
work here, darling. You can move in with me, and we'll just spend all of our 
time together until it's finished ... you, Splendor and me ... it's going to 
be heavenly, pet ... just the three of us ..." 

Karen saw her rise, almost float to her feet, and she was coming toward her, 
holding out her hands. Slowly, Karen arose to her own feet, feeling as if 
she were drifting ceilingward, a momentary fleeting trace of apprehension 
endeavoring to make itself felt, but passing immediately in the aftermath of 
warmth the cigarette had spread throughout her entire being. 

The apparition seemed to engulf her as suddenly she sensed the delicate 
slender hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to 
tingle within her mind and body, yet she had no power nor desire to resist. 
She felt as if mesmerized in her state of delicious intoxication as the 
delicately exquisite face moved closer to hers and its perfect soft mouth 
closed down upon her own, tenderly, wetly, warmly ... and alas, more 
urgently. 

Her own mouth felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed her lips being 
pressed apart by the vision's sweet-tasting tongue, slipping between them 
into her mouth as the strong, statuesque body came hard against her, its 
thinly veiled stomach and loins beginning an intimate undulating motion. 

"You are a beautiful girl, Karen pet," the husky voice whispered hotly into 
her mouth. "And I am going to help you be what you want to be ... just as 
you must help me be what I am." 

"I-I ... what do you want ... me to do?" Karen managed, slipping even more 
into the ecstasy of her dream world. 

Claudia kissed her again and Karen met her tongue with her own as she felt 
the gentle hands caressing her breasts and moving over her body with an 
intimate tenderness that seemed to fill her very heart with affection this 
exotic woman. She felt the hands stroking her buttocks and drawing her 
tightly into soft, silken loveliness. 

"I'm going to undress you, darling," the smoky voice breathed and Karen said 
nothing, merely glided across the room with Claudia Gray near to the soft 
circular couch where gentle, expert fingers began to move excitingly over 
her, removing her clothing. 

Again, a brief sensation of repugnance flittered through Karen, but she 
would not let it dwell there. Something horribly fascinating ... strangely 
forbidden and sensuously beautiful was happening to her She wanted it ... 
whatever it was, to continue ... And then, she was naked and so was the 
magnificent apparition before her, the cool air bathing her voluptuous body, 
bringing her nipples to rigid hardness as Claudia Gray pressed close to her, 
massaging her own ivory nakedness against Karen's soft supple flesh, their 
nipples touching, their breasts flattening against one another's, their 
thighs meeting as did the soft, silken thatches of black and golden pubic 
hair between their legs. 

Karen gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her now highly 
sensitive flesh and through her dazed mind, as the woman's hands caressed 
her buttocks, spread them open and tenderly slipped between to stroke her 
tight little anus with a knowing and gentle finger. Once more, Karen 
trembled with delight, and suddenly Claudia's hands slithered down her 
rounded hips and soft, smooth tapering thighs as she dropped to her knees 
before her and began kissing the smooth warm skin of her inner thighs, 
working slowly upward to the sparsely covered golden-haired flanges of her 
cunt. 

Claudia Gray's onyx eyes sparkled like gems as they locked on the narrow 
pink slit where already a tiny dewdrop of moisture glistened from the girl's 
building passion. Greedily, she flicked out her tongue-tip swiping its 
pungent deliciousness into her mouth, then, she drew her tongue from the 
point where the pink split enjoined the smooth cleft between Karen's 
buttocks, lightly tracing the thin pink line separating her vaginal lips 
upward to its very peak, and felt the tremor ripple over the gorgeous girl's 
naked body. With her thumbs, she spread apart the tight outer lips until her 
delicate pink and hooded clitoris came into full view before her, then, she 
greedily licked it and Karen moaned aloud. 

Claudia pressed her backwards to the bed and as she fell onto it, Karen felt 
her thighs being raised back toward her shoulders. She lifted her head to 
watch the woman's face bury itself into her naked loins, her long black 
tresses grazing tauntingly the soft flesh calf her belly as she began to 
lick and suck at her cunt with skilled fury and hunger. 

Karen's soft cloud of a few moments before had begun to wear thin and she 
found herself wishing she had smoked all of the cigarette, or had another. 
The sensations Claudia Gray was causing to tingle in her loins and flutter 
through her belly were breathtaking, yet even as she began to writhe and 
squirm beneath her hot licking tongue and sucking lips, revulsion toward 
this obscene lesbian performance was growing within her. Her upbringing and 
natural instincts were in direct opposition. Although she well knew that 
such perversions went on in the world all around her, she had never in her 
remotest dreams believed that she could be a party to such an act. But here 
she lay, on her back with her legs raised high and her thighs wide-spread 
beneath this beautiful creature whose mouth and tongue were bringing her 
unbelievable forbidden pleasure ... and who was going to help her ... That 
was the important thing wasn't it? Success! Dear God, letting this woman 
make her kind of love to her was above what she had gone through last night 
with that ugly brute, Karl Fletcher! 

Oh God! Claudia was sucking her clitoris and nipping at it with her pretty 
white teeth, sending almost violent spasms of pleasure spiraling through 
her. It was near maddening ... erotically maddening. Then, her tongue was 
sliding smoothly in and out of the warm, wet walls of her vagina, wetly 
rotating at its tight elastic mouth, slipping deeply up inside her again and 
she line her cunt was dilating receptively to her lovemaking. Abruptly, she 
felt her buttocks being raised by those long slender hands, cupping the 
full, rounded cheeks, and she held her knees tight to her breasts as she 
felt the delicious tongue trail downward through the smooth crevice of her 
ass to her anus, licking, then, its tip pressing firmly into the small, 
puckered little hole, penetrating only a fraction of an inch even though she 
had tried to help by relaxing to the fullest degree. Once more, the tongue 
returned to her cunt, sliding up into her, then flicking back to her 
clitoris as the pressure mounted in her loins. 

Karen remembered how she had cum last night ... the first time in her life, 
and she realized these were the same mounting sensations she had experienced 
then. Suddenly, her whole mind and body wanted that ... the intoxicating 
release that had swept through her ... 

But, Claudia Gray raised her head and smiled. Slowly, Karen lowered her 
legs. 

"Come down and kiss me," the woman said. 

Karen sat upright while Claudia got to her knees between her legs. Karen 
wrapped her arms around her long slender neck and planted her lips on the 
moist, glistening mouth tasting the poignant flavor of her own self. The 
reaction to her senses set off wild sensations coursing through her. 

Claudia pressed her away. "It's time for another cigarette," she whispered 
huskily. 

"Yes, yes ..." 

"We'll share it ... just as we're going to share many things to come, my 
beautiful, golden goddess." 

Karen watched the movements of her strong, yet fully feminine body cross the 
room. Her eyes clung to the joggle of her buttocks and a strange new 
excitement tingled within her. She doubted that she had ever fully realized 
the beauty in a woman's body ... the erotic enchantment of it ... the desire 
it could create ... 

Claudia returned, dragging deep and holding the smoke in her lungs before 
she lay down on the bed beside her, extending the cigarette. Karen took it 
and did the same. 

God! It was unexplainable in words. How did one describe rapture? She sucked 
deep and held it, the velvety softness immediately swooping down to envelop 
her. She handed the cigarette back to Claudia and simultaneously reached for 
her full breast with her other hand 

"I think you're beginning to come to me," Claudia said, smiling knowingly. 

"Yes ... oh, yes," Karen said, moving close to the other's warm naked body 
and trying to cuddle against it. 

Claudia took her into her arms and held her, smiling down upon her. She 
placed the cigarette between her own lips and ran her hard down over Karen's 
soft belly and down to her waiting pussy, drawing a finger up between its 
moist, ready lips. 

Karen whimpered and tried to move closer. Claudia took her own breast and 
pressed the nipple into Karen's mouth. She began to suck hungrily as her own 
hand came up to hold it. 

"You like that?" Claudia whispered. 

"Mmmm. Mmmm," Karen moaned. 

"Here, pet, you need a couple more drags before we put this out." 

Karen raised up and took the cigarette, dragging deeply and holding the 
enticing smoke in her lungs as long as she could without breathing. 

Then, Claudia took it from her and put it out. Suddenly, she straddled 
Karen's prostrate form, lying upon its fresh cloud, moving up until her 
buttocks flattened the young blonde girl's breasts to her chest. Karen 
looked up at her knowingly, expressing no emotion openly. Claudia raised up 
until her cunt was directly over Karen's mouth ... and Karen licked out 
obediently with her tongue, spreading the pubic hair, drawing it up through 
the length of Claudia Gray's tight, pink split. 

"Unnnggghhh!" Claudia groaned. 

Karen reached up with her hands and caught tight to the beautiful woman's 
hips, pulling her down closer as she ran her tongue through the pink, warm 
sensitiveness of her cunt ... exploring her clitoris, her vagina, her 
urethra, as her own desires continued to mount within the filmy rapture 
clouding her brain. 

Claudia scrambled off her suddenly. "You know, there's a very hungry male 
involved with us," she said. 

Karen could no longer think intelligently. She merely stared. "Splendor," 
Claudia Gray said, her eyes not leaving the young naked form spread out 
before her. "We must never forget Splendor. He's my love when all else is 
disgustingly sickening." 

Karen endeavored with difficulty try and categorize her statement. It made 
no sense ... nor did any of this really ... for she was entirely out of her 
mind and she knew it. She was completely overwhelmed with drug paralysis ... 
beautiful though it was ... but there was reality somewhere ... soon ... at 
least, in the morning ... 

"You are golden," Claudia Gray said, interrupting her thoughts. "Splendor 
prefers the blondes to the brunettes ... they're so much like him. Darling 
... turn over on your knees, with your fanny in the air." 

"Wh-what ...?" 

"Turn over!" Claudia snapped harshly and Karen did, onto her knees as 
ordered, raising her buttocks in the air. 

"Splendor! Come!" 

Karen felt the weight of the dog leap onto the bed, yet, she didn't see him 
because he remained behind her, and as her belly constricted and she looked 
sideways at Claudia's face, she saw the woman's eyes gleam as she pointed at 
her upraised buttocks. 

Karen felt the warm air of Splendor sniffing at her crotch and she looked to 
Claudia who was smiling. She wanted to scream ... then felt his wet nose 
against her anus, making her leap forward. Suddenly, she felt his tongue 
snake out and lick wetly up and down the crevice of her ass. His tongue 
taunted her anal ring and she had to steel herself. She started to protest 
aloud and then the collie began licking her slit. She felt his tongue 
running the full length of it, and then sensed Claudia's hands on her leg. 

"Spread your legs wide apart ... farther!" she snapped. "Open your cunt to 
him." 

"My God! What are you ...?" 

"Do as I tell you!" Claudia ordered, and she did, in non-defining fear. 

Splendor ran his tongue the full length of her open crotch, from the 
tight-closed little pucker of her anus down beneath the tight pink edges of 
her pussy, even to the top where his tongue penetrated to flick at her 
clitoris. He repeated it time and again, his tongue laving through her soft, 
hair covered genitals almost expertly, spreading her open in the tenderest 
parts until she began to twitch noticeably at his hungry lapping and 
sniffling of her open loins. 

Once more, Karen looked to Claudia Gray, realizing the futility of the 
gesture even as she did it, angry with her own self in her fluffy world as 
the exciting sensations she was beginning to perceive began to take command 
of her. 

My God! 

She whimpered aloud as Splendor drew his long thick tongue the length of her 
slit. Then, she tried to widen her knees a little farther to open the 
throbbing pink gap to him. His animal tongue thrust up the moist split, 
tingling at the deep passageway, ravishing her crotch mercilessly. She 
moaned aloud and then she saw Claudia moving around her head and squirming 
down beneath her ... drawing her legs back to her breasts so that her cunt 
was completely exposed to her. 

Suddenly, Karen felt Splendor mount her, his soft furry body crowding in 
toward her buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips. The animal's 
lashing tongue had set her loins afire with desire and as she turned her 
head she caught the entire reflection of their obscene performance in a 
strategically placed wall mirror; the sight of the beautiful animal mounting 
the spread moons of her soft white buttocks, and the sight of Claudia lying 
on her back with her thighs pulled back in lewd presentation of her cunt to 
be licked, sent wild and lascivious sensations surging through her 
drug-saturated mind and body. She saw the reflection of Splendor's 
glistening coral penis shoot forth from its long sheath, wet and hard, the 
tapered end slipping and dancing in the wet split of her cunt, and she felt 
his strong animal body jerk against her as he tried to penetrate her vagina 
with the pointed, thick shaft. 

"Help him, pet," Claudia Gray said as she, too, watched glazed-eyed, in the 
mirror, her own hand moving down between her raised thighs and she slipped 
her probing index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips of 
her own contracting cunt. 

With an unrestrained moan, Karen shifted her smooth round buttocks about in 
an effort to capture the dog's lengthening prick, the tension within her 
mounting to a near unbearable point. She wanted the long slippery shaft 
inside her ... had to have it inside her before she went mad with her 
building need. She reached back, grasping the slippery organ and guided the 
pulsating tip of it to the mouth of her pink, moist vagina and-immediately 
he thrust, spreading her cunt open wider and wider as he buried his long 
animal cock deep up into her hungry squirming hole. 

Claudia watched in lewd fascination as the thick scarlet cudgel slithered 
forward with a wet, brutal charge until it was sunk to its hilt, Splendor's 
hairy balls swinging beneath the young wet, golden pussy hair. 

"Oh God!" Karen moaned aloud, her eyes wide but glazed as the brute fucked 
into her from behind while she stared down at Claudia's several fingers 
moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, wide-split cunt. "Oooohhh, 
ooohhh, ooohhh," she chanted almost in relief, and she began to move 
backward rhythmically to meet his powerful long strokes into her. 

Claudia watched as if hypnotized, her fingers pummeling her own cunt while 
her eyes locked on Karen's beautiful contorted face, enraptured by the 
delicious fucking Splendor was giving her. She watched her full taut breasts 
dancing and swaying beneath her writhing torso, keeping cadence with 
Splendor's magnificent cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from 
behind, a merciless piston of glistening animal flesh sinking to its full 
depths into her soft white belly. 

Suddenly, Claudia entwined her fingers in Karen's hair and pressed her face 
downward into her crotch and felt the girl's smooth wet tongue begin to lick 
the moist pink flesh ... the roundness of her lips sucking wildly at her 
clitoris ... the length of her tongue darting up into her vagina, slashing, 
swirling, sucking ... and she felt her hot breaths coming in tight gasps 
against her pink sensitive flesh as she rotated her buttocks furiously, 
grinding them back against the animal like a bitch in heat. 

Claudia couldn't stand the erotic lewd sight any longer, nor hold back the 
climax that was about to erupt her from the beautiful mouthing of her cunt 
that Karen was administering. She threw back her head and wailed deeply as 
the bubble burst and waves of pleasure shot through her loins and belly, 
causing her legs to Jerk out spasmodically on either side of Karen's golden 
head buried deep in her crotch. 

Suddenly, Karen lifted her face and cried out a gurgling sound from deep in 
her chest. Her glazed hazel eyes grew round and wide as she blurted: "Ooahh 
God ... I can't stand it ... It's too much ... too much!" And her voice died 
in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, 
her bag blonde hair flailing wildly as she began the first spasms of orgasm, 
screwing her buttocks back onto the driving thick animal cock like a wanton 
slut on a Tijuana stage. 

Claudia watched in the mirror in silent triumph as Splendor's tongue hung 
loosely from the mouth of his noble head, panting and dripping its saliva on 
to the smooth flesh of Karen's humping back while he fucked into the 
insanely undulating buttocks from behind with savage fury. Then, Karen 
shrieked and slammed her ass back against the dog with a desperate, frantic 
jerk as simultaneously he thrust forward and his prick began to spew his 
animal sperm deep up into her belly with long hard spurts. Again, she 
screamed, and her buttocks began to contract convulsively while Claudia 
watched the mirror to see the combination animal-human thick, white orgasmic 
liquid ooze salaciously from her tight, clenching cunt still clasping and 
squeezing Splendor's long thick prick, thin rivulets of the sticky white 
fluid running down the smooth white columns of her thighs ... and then, she 
collapsed on top of Claudia's loins, giving one last sigh of release as she 
passed out. 

Claudia ran her hand through the entangled mass of silly, golden hair and 
smiled down at her. "You beautiful, lovely bitch," she whispered. "Oh, what 
wonderful times we three are going to have together ... what wonderful, 
wonderful times ..." Chapter 9 

Once back in her own apartment, Karen Wilson came as close to doing away 
with herself as a human possibly can without actually committing the 
horrible crime. In complete despair over her vile seduction by Claudia Gray 
and the abominable act she had submitted to with the dog, to say nothing of 
her own lewd indiscretions while under the influence of the hashish, she had 
managed to secure bottle of sleeping capsules through her physician and was 
intent on consuming all of them. In fact, she had opened the vial and laid 
down on the bed, when visions of Jeff burst into her mind. She saw him 
clearly, almost as if he stood before her, smiling and holding out his hand 
... then, shaking his head negatively and saying, "No, Karen, No! That's not 
the way. Don't be a coward, darling. Face it! Face it ... and wait for me 
... Wait for me, Karen!" 

It was a strange apparition, like a dream, and it affected her greatly. She 
had never put any faith in mental telepathy, hardly given it a thought 
actually, but somehow, she felt certain, Jeff had come to her that moment 
... had given her courage and hope, and she arose from the bed, capped the 
bottle of pills, and set about to burn the manuscript that had been the 
cause of all her problems. She would start over, begin anew ... sever all 
present ties, perhaps even take a trip ... go somewhere she was not known 
for a few months ... Yes, that was exactly what she would do ... exactly 
what she would do ... 

And she did. 

Karen wrote her book, The Plain Of Granada, in six months, the length of her 
stay in the old Moorish city in Spain, a country she had wanted to visit all 
of her young life. She stayed at the Parador de San Francisco, a hotel built 
in 1492, constructed within the towers of the Alhambra's fortifications 
originally as a Franciscan monastery and presently one of the 
government-owned inns, completely forgetting all else but the immediate 
scene around her and the created world of her novel. When she was finished 
she reluctantly left new friends and the fabulous old city, making a quick 
tour of other places she wanted to see like Segovia and the Alcazar, the 
Fiesta de San Fermin in Pamplona, El Greco's beloved Toledo, and finally, 
Madrid where she booked flight on Iberia Air Lines back to the states. 

Of course, she had given up her apartment and finding a new one took better 
than a week, but she was pleased in that this one was less expensive and 
situated in a more desirable area out near Beverly Hills. Her next move was 
to contact Nathan Brendell, remind him who she was and request that he read 
her novel. Although, he said that he remembered her, Karen doubted that he 
did, and his refusal was polite, but firm. He hardly had time for his ... 
regular clients, let alone new first-novelists, he said ... and then, all of 
a sudden, he paused in his conversation ... 

"Did you say Karl Fletcher ... and the Hearthstone, Miss Wilson?" he 
questioned into the receiver. 

"Yes ... yes, I did, Mr. Brendell. One evening some six months ago ..." 
Karen replied, half smiling to herself as she spoke. 

"The blonde girl ...? Long golden hair and ... well ... is that you?" 

"I think it is," she said, her smile widening. 

"And I said that if Fletcher didn't take good care of you to drop around to 
my office, didn't I?" 

"You certainly did." 

Nathan Brendell chuckled. Then: "Well damnit, girl, let's get that 
manuscript over here ..." 

That had been two days ago, and she really didn't expect to hear from him 
for another week at least, but she couldn't help her nervous anticipation. 
It was a good book and she knew it, historical with a strong love story, the 
proper amount of sex, and she had based her handsome young hero entirely 
upon Jeff, giving her a strong feeling of closeness to her ax-husband all of 
these months. 

Since their divorce there were few hours of a day that passed without 
something reminding her of this man she loved so deeply, but following that 
horrid night six months ago when she had reached her lowest ebb and had 
nearly done away with herself, she had been content to leave it all to fate. 
She was certain they would meet again one day, and had been ever since that 
critical moment when he had seemingly materialized before her to give her 
strength and courage ... to save her life. He still loved her as she did 
him; she was sure of it, and love would find a way. Maybe she was being a 
romantic fool, but she was happy in her dream, and it had been this romantic 
dream world that had produced her book and helped her retain her wits when 
everything seemed lost. She was not about to frown upon it now. As the 
saying went, Keep the faith, baby ... She intended to do just that. 

It was the waiting for Nathan Brendell's call that kept her on edge. Two 
days became four, then five with no word. She tried to keep busy, settling 
the apartment and working spasmodically on the out-line of her next book, 
staying entirely to herself ... not wanting to revive any of her old ties. 
By Friday, she had made up her mind to call him, but never quite got to it. 
Instead, Nathan Brendell contacted her. 

"It's a good book, Karen," he said, his deep voice resounding against her 
eardrum thunderously, "a damn good book! As a matter of fact ... I've sold 
it, and right now I'm dickering with one of the major studios on movie 
rights ... which is why I haven't called. I wanted to have some good news 
for you ..." 

"You ... you've already sold it?" Karen stammered, unable to fully 
comprehend his wonderful words. 

"We'll sign contracts Monday," Nathan Brendell said. "Now listen a moment. 
My wife and I are having a house-warming ... our new place out in the 
valley. We're having a few guests, close friends and the like for the 
weekend. How about you joining us and we'll have plenty of time to discuss 
the whole thing ... future plans and the like ..." 

"Oh ... oh God ... I can't believe it!" Karen exclaimed, her beautiful face 
radiant in her happiness. "Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Brendell. I'd love to 
... 

"Fine. Tell you what ... I'll pick you up in a couple of hours ... say 
around five? It's about an hour's drive from the city." 

"All right ... yes, yes ... whatever you say ... I'll be ready," Karen 
managed, finally remembering to give him her address before hanging up and 
collapsing almost lifeless into a chair. 

Then, she wept for joy, a full hour passing before she could regain control 
of her elated emotions again. Finally, she got from the chair to get ready 
for Nathan Brendell's arrival. There was only one thing missing in the whole 
beautiful picture, she thought ... Jeff, to help share her happiness with 
her. 

 Chapter 10 

Nathan Brendell was most punctual. He rang her buzzer at precisely five 
o'clock and smiled down upon her as Karen opened the door. She had forgotten 
his exact appearance, having met and seen him only the one time, and she 
guessed that he, too, was refurbishing his memory bank. 

"Damn," he said suddenly. "You're even more lovely than I remember you." 

She felt her face flushing. "Well ... thank you, Mr. Brendell," she managed, 
then, spun around to pick up her overnight bag. There was little one could 
ever say to such a compliment. 

"Here, let me have that," he said, moving his big frame into the room and 
taking the bag from her. "All set?" 

"Yes, I think so," she said and he stepped out ahead of her to wait while 
she set the lock and pulled the door secure. She smiled up at him. "Ready." 

He took her arm and they walked down the one flight of stairs to the street, 
while he began to enlighten her on what had happened since she had sent him 
her manuscript five days before. He helped her into his sports car parked at 
the curb, and picked up the conversation once he was situated behind the 
wheel and they moved out into traffic. 

"... Mac Dolan, he's senior editor at Brusk-Lowell, was really excited over 
it, but he was trying not to show me," Nathan Brendell said, his eyes 
straight ahead on the road. "He was shooting for all rights, which is par 
for the course, and knew damned well I wasn't going to give them to him." He 
laughed pleasantly. "Anyway, to make a short story of it, honey, the Plain 
of Granada will be on their late fall list in time for Christmas, and that's 
good." 

Karen watched him, her hazel eyes expressing her complete jubilation. "I-I 
still can hardly believe it's true," she said, shaking her head. 

Brendell glanced over at her, letting his eyes quickly devour her once more. 
"Oh, it's true all right, baby ... and Monday I'll have the movie-rights end 
of it straightened out. So ... any more questions?" 

"Only one ... How much money will I get?" Karen questioned, finally getting 
to the most important point of all and the one particular he had completely 
overlooked telling her. 

"Didn't I say?" He chuckled. "So, now you know how an agent's brain runs ... 
Frankly, I think mine's been too overcome with the luscious sight of you 
..." Again, he let his eyes drink of her beauty. "How a little doll like you 
ever wrote such a book is beyond me. I wouldn't take you for the 
intellectual type ... you're ... you're constructed for more ... more 
intimate things, if you don't mind my saying so ..." 

Karen felt the flush in her cheeks once again. "The money, Mr. Brendell 
...?" She smiled. 

"What? Oh ... yeah, the money ... Well, I figure with movie-rights and all, 
roughly ... upwards of four hundred-thousand, probably half a million ..." 

"My God! Are you serious?" 

"Serious? Of course, I'm serious, and I'm serious about you calling me Nat, 
too. No more of this Mr. Brendell business." He took his eyes from the road, 
as they swung onto the freeway, to steal a fleeting glance at her. "I plan 
that our relationship will be considerably less formal, eh? Don't 
misunderstand me, honey ... it's just part of our way of life in this 
business." 

Karen saw the brief flicker of lechery flash across his face. Momentarily 
though, she was too overcome by the casual figure he had tossed at her. It 
was overwhelming ... unbelievable! And, then, she again caught the 
near-licentious gleam and came back to immediate reality. Oddly enough, his 
underlying meaning hadn't surprised her. In fact, at the back of her mind 
she had wondered just how long it would be before they reached this point of 
the game. She had learned much, it seemed, in a short time but she said 
nothing, purposely ignoring the remark while she toyed with the idea. 

He was far from being a repulsive man ... a Karl Fletcher, and at least sex 
with him wouldn't be an abominable perversion such as she had known with 
Claudia Gray. Since then, there had been no one, and abstinence had 
certainly peaked her desires more than one night when she lay alone in her 
bed, but she had long ago learned to control it. Nevertheless, here she 
stood, the vestal virgin with bowed head, before that long sought after 
goddess ... Success ... ready to be anointed and led into the realm of the 
chosen few ... It had been a long, grueling, arduous quest, filled with 
heartbreaks and disappointments ... She didn't intend that anything would 
deprive her of arriving now ... anything at all ... 

"Hey, are you in some kind of ecstatic coma?" he asked, his voice softening 
without looking at her, his eyes glued to the heavy lanes of traffic. 

"I suppose I am," she replied. "But it's all your fault. You've put me 
there." She paid particular attention to the white at his temples, his 
strong chin and the hair on the back of his band as he gripped the small 
steering wheel. Sex ... it was, after all, the hub of everything wasn't it? 
He gave her a quick look and she smiled warmly. It was then that his band 
moved over to pat her thigh affectionately. 

"You know, I think we're going to get on well, you and I, baby," be said 
meaningfully. "Make lots of money together ... have lots of fun together ... 
What do you think?" 

She continued to smile warmly at him and he kept stealing quick glances at 
her. He was truly a handsome man. "I shouldn't be surprised," she answered 
softly, almost suggestively ... but at the moment she was thankful for the 
bucket seats. 

"Hell ..." he said all of a sudden, licking at his lips. "How would you like 
to stop off somewhere ... have a couple of drinks ... a little party, 
maybe?" 

Karen felt her breath catch in her throat. Perhaps, she had played it just a 
bit too easy. She forced a smile, trying not to show her fear or hesitation 
to his suggestion. 

"Should we?" she heard herself say. "I mean, you do have guests you said 
..." 

"Yeah ... A whole damn house full, too." For the hundredth time he looked 
over at her, his eyes beginning to overflow with the lust brimming there. 
"Okay, baby, we'll wait ... let it build ... But I'm warning you, you're 
going to contend with me before the night's out. Otherwise, I'll burst." 

Karen swallowed tightly. A mixture of apprehension, and yet, forbidden 
excitement surged through her, with a measure of inherent revulsion that she 
quickly put from her. She had only to dwell for seconds upon this new full 
life unfurling before her to put down any qualms ... 

"Well?" be said. 

Automatically, she reached to him, placing her hand on his arm. "Whatever 
you say, Nat ... darling ..." 

He stared, then glued his eyes back onto the road. "Goddamn!" he blurted." 
... And to think, you can write too!" 

* * * 

Nathan Brendell drove into the garage, weaving in and around the maze of 
parked vehicles, and once inside, hopped out to circle around the car to 
her. As she alighted, he caught her in his strong arms, pressing her tight 
to him. 

"How the hell I stood this all the way out here, I don't know," he said, and 
then he kissed her. 

The captivation of his masculine dominance quickly put aside any whims Karen 
might have had of holding him off. His massive arms swept her tight to him 
and she raised her face to his naturally. His hot mouth engulfed her own and 
his tongue plunged between her lips, beyond the barrier of her teeth and 
deep to the point of nearly choking her. 

Karen felt his huge hands cup her buttocks as the monstrous bulge in the 
front of his trousers dug into her belly. She sucked and nibbled at his 
tongue automatically, not at all repelled with the idea. 

"God ... I want to fuck you!" he hissed, raising his big face from her own 
to gape hungrily down at her. 

Karen felt a chill of erotic stimulation shock her at the sound of the lewd 
word and its very meaning as he breathed it into her face. It had been such 
a long, long time ... 

"Yes ... yes ..." she whispered hoarsely. 

"Tonight ... listen ..." he managed licking at his lips as his big hands 
caressed her buttocks and the protuberance of him pressed into her belly. 
"There'll be a gathering in the nursery, that's the playroom where Muriel, 
my wife, shows stag films and anything else that stimulates. It's a swap 
arrangement, baby, you know ... but I just want to be sure if I get tied up 
businesswise, you wait for me. Understand?" 

Karen tried to categorize his rush of words. "A swap arrangement? ... You 
mean couples swap mates?" 

"Exactly." 

"I've heard about it ... but ..." 

"Never mind any of it. You just wait for me, you hear?" 

"Yes, Nat ... Whatever you say." 

He clutched her to him. "You luscious little bitch!" he gasped, and once 
more his hands went over her before they straightened themselves and entered 
the house. 

* * * 

There were perhaps some thirty guests milling about the splendid house when 
Brendell placed Karen in Muriel's care and the attractive woman showed her 
about, introducing her as the brilliant new young novelist her husband had 
discovered. Karen had also caught the twinkling expression of understanding 
that had passed between husband and wife when Nathan had presented her to 
the former movie actress, and frankly, she hadn't known whether to smile or 
cringe. However, Muriel had quickly put her at ease once Nathan had left 
them to make a few business phone calls. 

"One thing about my husband," the British beauty said, "he always brightens 
up the atmosphere with his choice of girlfriends." She was smiling warmly 
and not at all cattishly, as Karen might have expected. "You are a 
breathtakingly lovely girl, Karen. I do hope you won't turn his head too far 
from me ... and for too long. Really, you know, we love each other a great 
deal, but we like to think we're rather broadminded about one another's 
extracurricular activities. We think it's the secret to perfect marital 
bliss ... don't you agree, dear?" 

"Well ... I-I really can't say," Karen stammered, not a little bit jolted by 
the woman's casual philosophy regarding infidelity ... especially, her own 
husband's. Yet, at the same time, she quickly assumed that Muriel Brendell 
had her playmates also ... 

"You're not married, dear?" 

"No ... I'm divorced," said Karen. "But please don't get the wrong idea, 
Mrs. Brendell. I'm not after your husband ..." 

"Of course you're not, darling," Muriel put in quickly. "I hope I haven't 
given you the jealous wife impression," she added, reaching out to take 
Karen's hand with a sincere warmth. "Good heavens, anything but that ... 
Look around you, my dear ... This beautiful new home ... it's Nathan's 
memento to me, and our life together ..." 

"It's absolutely ... magnificent," Karen said, glancing about her. "I'm in 
love with it." 

"Everyone is ... and you know who built it?" Muriel said, her dark eyes 
dancing excitedly. "My lover ... So you see how ultra modern we are, 
darling, my Nat and me? We've truly found the secret ... but enough of this. 
Let me show you around and introduce you to everyone ..." 

Karen had sipped her way through two martinis while Muriel conducted her 
through her luxuriously modern home. The third drink Muriel made for them at 
the cozy little well-stocked bar in the nursery. It was a large, yet 
intimate, room of soft dark hues, indirect lighting and expensive carpeting. 
The erotic pictures, statuary and symbols adorning the walls and tables 
brought a flush to Karen's cheeks, and the suggestive looking couches and 
chairs left little doubt of the room's main purpose. She was thankful that 
Nathan had mentioned its existence earlier; it had helped soften the 
shocking impact. 

"You like?" Muriel asked, smiling. 

"It's unusual, to say the least," Karen replied, gaping at a series of 
paintings showing a couple in various positions enjoying sex. 

"Those are by Mihael Zichy, the Hungarian painter," Muriel enlightened her. 
"And that is a Pierre Klossowski," she pointed; "Some erotic Japanese, 
artist unknown ... those are from the Marquis de Sade's works ... rather 
enticing, aren't they?" 

Karen could only stare. She had never seen anything like them. 

"They cost Nat a fortune, and of course there's no way of insuring them. But 
you see, only selected and intimate friends get into this room ... and now, 
you're among them, darling," Muriel said, smiling meaningfully. "Well, shall 
we go down and join the others?" 

Karen took up her drink and accompanied hr hostess to the main living room 
where most of the guests were gathered, endeavoring with considerable 
difficulty to accept what she had witnessed so far with a woman-of-the-world 
attitude. She hoped her prudishness wasn't showing through. But God, she had 
never dreamed such things ... 

A voice caused her to stop short in her thoughts. Its particular male timbre 
sent an emotional sensation rippling up her spine. Then, he laughed and she 
swung around to see him standing there. 

"What is it, dear?" Muriel Brendell questioned anxiously as her beautiful 
young guest suddenly paled before her. 

"My God!" Karen exclaimed. "It is Jeff!" 

Muriel stared at her. "Why yes, darling ... Jeff Lewis ... do you know him?" 

"Know him ...? He's my ex-husband!" 

 Chapter 11 

"I-I just can't believe my eyes," Jeff said, shaking his head, smiling, 
holding her off at arm's length and looking her up and down. "My God, you 
look wonderful ... more beautiful than ever ..." 

Karen beamed at him, her cheeks flushed with the excitement of seeing him 
again, but it was as if her tongue were tied; she just couldn't speak. He 
had rushed to her once he spotted her and the initial shock had passed, 
then, quickly led her off into another room where they could have some 
measure of privacy. Muriel Brendell had watched the whole performance with a 
certain growing apprehension, her smile fading as Jeff's eyes seemed to 
brighten unnecessarily at the sight of an ex-wife; a little ridge of white 
appeared around her mouth when she watched him lead the lovely young blonde 
off to a secluded comer. 

"Good heavens ... say something!" Jeff said, grinning at her. 

"I-I can't ..." Karen blubbered, tears glistening in her eyes. "I-I'm so 
happy to see you ... How are you? How have you been? Where have ..." 

"Wait a minute," he said, laughing. "One question at a time ..." And then 
his smile faded, an expression of wonderment taking its place. "How come 
you're here, anyway ...?" 

Now, Karen laughed, and elatedly she told him of her success with her book, 
keeping it as brief as possible. It was him that she wanted to hear about. 

"That's wonderful, Karen," he said. "Is Nat your agent?" 

She nodded enthusiastically and thought she detected the slightest flicker 
of distaste cross his handsome face. It quickly occurred to her that he was 
trying to put two and two together and she led him away from the subject. 

"Tell me something about yourself," she said, almost breathlessly. "My God 
... it's been so long, Jeff ... and I had no idea where you were ..." 

"Nor I, you," he said, his eyes searching her face, then trailing down the 
enchanting contours of her beautiful body that he so well remembered ... his 
mouth going dry at just the thought of her soft smooth flesh. "Me ... I've 
been in Los Angeles ever since I got out of the service. I went back with 
Curren Company ... until I built this house ... now, I have my own 
organization ..." 

Karen felt the little lump form at the pit of her stomach. "You ... you 
built this house, Jeff?" 

He grinned. "Yep ... like it?" 

She was nodding, but all of the time she was remembering Muriel Brendell's 
dancing eyes when she had said: "... And you know who built it? My lover!" 

"Confidentially, there's a man here named Rourke who's planning to build a 
million-dollar condominium, and before this weekend's over I'll have that 
deal too," he advised her in a voice just above a whisper. 

"I-I'm happy for you, Jeff," she said, but the enthusiasm had suddenly 
seemed to have drained from her voice. "I hope it all works out ... Now, I 
think we better get back to the others ..." 

She started to turn away and he caught her arm. "Hey, for gosh sakes, hold 
on will you?" He stared at her half smiling, half in wonderment at the 
sudden change that had come over her. "My God, it's been ... how long? Two 
years since we've seen one another, and that's all we have to say ... How 
are you? How've you been? What're' you doing? Look Karen ..." he said, his 
face growing serious, his eyes almost pleading as he moved closer to her. 
"I've got a great deal more that I want to say to you ... things I've said a 
hundred times to myself at night when I'm alone ..." 

"Oh?" Karen made the sound rather sharply. "I didn't think you'd be alone, 
Jeff ... at night, especially." 

Jeff stared at her, surprised at her sudden change of heart. "What the devil 
are you getting at, anyway?" 

Muriel interrupted him. "So, here's where you two are hiding." She smiled 
thinly. "Rehashing old arguments, I presume." She linked her arm through 
Jeff's and Karen watched his face redden. "Well, darling, Mr. Rourke wants a 
word or two with us, so I'm afraid you little tete-a-tete will have to wait 
for another time. You will excuse us, dear ... and oh, I nearly forgot, Nat 
is looking all over for his little authoress." She leaned close. 
"Personally, I think he'd like to go over your outline with you ... in 
private. 

Jeff glared at Karen, his own face still a flaming brick-red. He wanted very 
badly to say something, anything that would cut, but she was gone before he 
could formulate words. 

"Well, darling ...? Are we ready to talk to Mr. Rourke, or are you going to 
stand here and do a slow burn indefinitely?" Muriel needled. 

"Wh-What? Oh ... yes," he managed. "Let's go ..." Christ, what a hell of a 
mess this had turned out to be ... 

* * * 

Karen found herself the associate of a long-haired, bit-part western actor 
who willingly hustled martinis for her. She drank two fast ones and found 
herself a corner chair where she sat and seethed. Her companion chose the 
chair arm on her left side, which was acceptable until he dropped his arm 
letting his hand dangle against her breast. 

"You do that one more time," she looked up and spat at him, "and you'll 
think you've been in a saloon brawl." 

He grinned down at her. "Damn," he said, "I shore like my woman with fire 
..." 

Karen stood. "Go to hell," she said and walked to the little bar where there 
was an empty stool. She was sick inside, and her rage at what she had 
discovered existed between Muriel Brendell and Jeff was turning her inside 
out. Two goddamned years she had pined away, hoping, waiting, wondering if 
he was all right. And was he all right! The handsome, young Casanova ... 
cleverly feathering his nest and his bed ... The bastard! Well, it was 
certainly over with now, wasn't it ... There was nothing left to that feeble 
episode in her life. She had blamed herself, her frigidity, for the loss of 
this ... this man she had thought she loved. And now, it was time that she 
awakened to the facts! He simply wasn't man enough to satisfy her ... and 
that was the whole story of that Karl Fletcher, beast, pig, ugly brute 
though he was, had brought her the first full meaning of sex. And a woman 
and a dog had repeated the act ... Jeff Lewis just wasn't man enough for her 
... 

"Darling! I've been looking all over for you," Nathan Brendell said, coming 
up beside her and taking her hand. "For awhile, I was almost afraid you'd 
disintegrated ..." 

The sight of his strong, handsome presence caused the blood to pound in her 
veins. She smiled gorgeously and reached to take his big hand between her 
own small ones. 

"I knew you'd find me," she said in soft tones. "So, I just waited." 

His tongue flicked out to wet his slender lips, and his eyes blazed as they 
raked her. "Christ, you're lovely!" he gasped. "Look, are you hungry?" 

"Not really." 

"It's nine-thirty ... you should eat. There's a buffet in the dining room. 
Let's grab a bite and go to my quarters ... where we can discuss the book 
... and future plans." 

Karen thought about it. The idea excited her. "I'd like that," she said. 

"Come on, baby ... come on," he said; he held her hand while she climbed 
from the stool and led her off. 

* * * 

Karen couldn't give the briefest analysis of what had come over her. She had 
simply frozen. It really had nothing to do with Nat, but she couldn't seem 
to explain it to him. They were in his suite and he'd kissed her a 
half-dozen times, but it was as if she were made of ice inside. She couldn't 
help it ... nor could she answer in reason why. 

"Why the sudden icicle treatment?" Nat snapped at her. "You know I'm going 
to fuck you one way or the other ... why not with cooperation and 
enjoyment?" 

He was storming back and forth across the room. Karen sat on the edge of the 
bed watching him. To this point, he had not even forced a hand upon her. 
God, she wanted so much to be what he wanted her to be right at that moment 
... but she couldn't. Jeff saturated her brain. 

He walked to the TV screen and turned it on. It lighted immediately and she 
saw the group in the nursery. They seemed to be pretty much concentrated on 
the couches and watching something. Suddenly, she noticed one girl with her 
legs spread wide, her dress over her hips. The man with her had his hand 
inside her white nylon panties, cupping her soft, squirming pussy. Karen 
felt a slight involuntary tremor as the outline of his fingers moved beneath 
the sheer material. He was stroking in a slow, lewd rhythm, obviously 
sinking them deep into her vagina. The girl, unaware of anyone around her, 
was grinding her pelvis, buttocks raised, in tempo to the fingers fucking 
into her. Yet, both she and her companion were watching something. 

"What is it? What are they watching?" Karen asked. 

Brendell went to the set and switched the channels, then came back to lie 
down on the bed beside her. He said nothing. 

The picture on the screen caused Karen to sit upright and gape. A young, 
teen-age girl had the penis of an older man in her mouth and she was sucking 
it voraciously as though her very life depended on it. The girl was naked, 
but the man had the upper portion of a uniform on. His massive shaft thrust 
out from his loins like a fence-post, and the much smaller girl sat on a 
chair sucking it with all of her heart. Then, the scene changed and Karen 
saw the bars indicating some kind of prison. The camera dwelled on a second 
girl on her knees, she too as young as the first, with her tongue extended 
and licking at the half uniformed man's testicles and between his buttocks. 
Once more, the camera switched to show the girl on her knees with her 
fingers masturbating herself, then, the one in the chair, her legs 
wide-spread and plunging what looked like a hand-made phallus into her 
vagina vigorously. 

"My God!" Karen exclaimed as the prison guard's legs began to jerk and then, 
she saw the sticky, white liquid oozing from the sitting girl's mouth, 
dribbling down to her chin as she swallowed, her eyes like two blazing hot 
coals and her hand thrusting the dildo into her cunt furiously. 

Then, the single bell dinged. 

"What was that?" Karen looked to him. 

Nathan Brendell was smiling, lying back on the bed watching her. He said: 
"My signal." 

"For what?" 

"For what I want you to see ... A live replica of what you've just witnessed 
... In a minute ..." He rolled over toward her and drew her to him, kissing 
her wetly on the mouth, his big hand moving down her rib-cage to the soft 
white swell of her buttocks. 

She had no intention of fighting him in any respect. But she was sorry she 
couldn't respond in kind. She even had no feeling for Jeff at the moment. 
She owed him nothing. It was simply that she was the way she was, not that 
the movie hadn't excited her ... but not to the point that she knew Nat 
wanted her to be. It was almost as if icicles had formed in her belly; she 
simply returned his kiss to the best of her ability. 

He pulled her to her feet and led her toward the hr wall where the mirror 
hung and the extra-wide couch sat beneath it. He stood her before the mirror 
then walked away for a moment. Suddenly, the room went dark, and the mirror 
illuminated as if it were a window. Karen saw the next room and she climbed 
onto the couch closer ... for the occupants were Muriel Brendell and Jeff 
... naked! 

"It's a double mirror," Nat said. "Now we watch their party." 

It was a bedroom and Karen couldn't believe her eyes. Nat had come up beside 
her and put his arm around her. His wife, Muriel, was lying naked and 
spread-eagled on the bed, her head gently rolling back and forth as Jeff ran 
his tongue wetly up and down her body. 

"Oh God!" Karen exclaimed. 

Nat Brendell patted her buttocks gently. "Watch," he said. "Just watch." 

Karen stared unbelievingly. He had obviously sucked her breasts into quaking 
hardness and more ... like trailing his wet, hot tongue in a path down to 
the level of her jerking belly and inner thighs before they had moved to the 
mirror. Nat's wife was squirming beneath his flicking caresses like some 
lascivious slut, possessed. She had her hands wound in his hair, pressing 
his mouth to her flesh. Karen lurched angrily as she watched. She was 
enraged. Had it not been her Jeff, perhaps her whole reactions would be 
different, she thought, but this was Jeff! Her husband ... oh God, not 
really, was he ... Her mind twisted at the sight of the spectacle, while her 
feminine reaction was baffling to her. It was depraved and obscene ... yet, 
somewhere deep inside her, she wanted to watch. 

Muriel Standard Brendell was beautiful, she thought subconsciously, staring 
at the lovely woman spread crucifixionally on the bed before her. She was 
obviously engulfed in rapture; her mouth hung open and her eyes gaped 
smokily up at nothing. Jeff was right above her, his face but inches from 
her soft, fleece covered loins. Karen watched his thumbs open the outer 
flanges of her vaginal lips ... it was as if he had touched her own. Muriel 
sucked in her tummy gaspingly, as he taunted male-like, pulling outward 
slowly, parting the silken pubic hair and exposing her moist red slit before 
him. Karen gasped again as the dainty thorn of her clitoris burst into hard 
throbbing view, just above the entrance of her wet tender vagina. 

"Oh God!" Karen said as Jeff's head dropped, his long wet tongue darting out 
to caress tantalizingly at the quivering little bud of raw nerves ... the 
plexus at the top of Nat's wife's open cunt. 

"My God!" Karen exclaimed, looking over at Nat beside her, hardly conscious 
of the fact that he was running his hand up and down her own inner thigh as 
she kneeled close to the mirror. "Don't you mind?" 

He chuckled softly. "Not as long as I have you, baby." 

"But ... but that's your wife!" 

"And ... she's happy, isn't she ...?" 

Karen stared, watching Muriel's body jerk as Jeff's tongue played with her 
clitoris. She saw her legs clamp together tightly about his head, and her 
hips begin an easy rising-falling motion in cadence to his penetrating, 
slavering tongue. She couldn't hear her, but she knew she was purring like a 
kitten, while at the same time her lower body was writhing insanely. He had 
begun to suck with fervor. 

Karen was trying desperately to evaluate. She was racking her mind as she 
stared in disbelief at Muriel Brendell squirming madly at the lustfully 
depraved sucking of her loins. And her Jeff was doing it ... while Muriel's 
husband knelt beside her, his hand beneath her dress caressing her buttocks 
over the smooth white nylon of her panties. She gasped ... stared ... 
watching Muriel's body writhe in lewd surrender beneath the earth-shattering 
lapping and sucking of the mouth glued to her crotch ... and suddenly, she 
found that her own body was moving in unison with the seduced woman. She 
turned abruptly to Nat and found that he was close ... that he was behind 
her ... and she felt the length of his body pressed tight against her back. 
She really didn't care ... didn't know anything as she should ... then, she 
felt his arms extended around her, his hands on her breasts in a warm 
circular motion that felt good, and subconsciously she pressed her buttocks 
back against him. 

She felt the stiffness of his prick as she had felt it against her belly 
when they had stood in the garage, but now she felt it pressing through her 
gown into the soft, yielding crevice of her buttocks. Ooooh ... it did feel 
good! 

She sensed his hand lowering the zipper at the back of her dress, and then a 
hand creeping in to push her bra away from her ripe, swollen breasts. He 
moved the garment upward, letting her tits fall loose, his hands cupping the 
supple mounds greedily as they fell free, encompassing the hardened 
sensitive nipples between his fingers, pressing tightly and rolling them 
back and forth until she whimpered out in pleasure at his manipulations, at 
the same time, grinding his heavy hardness between the split of her warm, 
sensuously rotating buttocks. 

Karen stared as if mesmerized, her buttocks pressed snugly back against Nat, 
watching Jeff's nibbling lips as they moved up Muriel's writhing body. He 
worked slowly, almost methodically, pausing at strategic spots for an extra 
quick flick of his tongue, and raising obvious groans of pleasure from deep 
in her throat. Jeff had risen to his knees and for the first time Karen saw 
his thick, rigid cock jutting out from his crotch. A blended chill of 
excitement, rage and revulsion, passed through her at the familiar sight of 
it and the memories it brought instantly to her. But she hadn't remembered 
it as being so enormously thick, and suddenly she shuddered as he poised it 
at the mouth of Muriel's wide-spread vagina. He was going to ram it right 
into her! But then, he stopped ... Muriel had said something to him ... and 
he began to slither up her body until he was completely astraddle of her 
breasts, his buttocks flattening them against her chest, the smooth, spongy 
head of his prick scant inches from her mouth. 

Karen gasped as Jeff reached behind him, his hand sliding down between 
Muriel's wide-open thighs, his middle finger sinking deep into the moist 
pink flanges of her cunt ... and it began to move in and out there. Then, he 
rotated it, causing Muriel to lurch and gasp, as did Karen at the sight and 
thought of the taunting finger moving against the woman's warm sensitive 
vaginal walls. She appeared to be trying to squirm away from the erotic 
torment, but Jeff had placed his knees in such a manner as to hold her arms 
and shoulders secured to the bed, and as he grinned down at her in a lewd, 
sadistic expression, his free hand grasped his cock and began to taunt her 
lips with its head. 

Karen could not believe the lascivious sight she was witnessing, but above 
all she could not conceive that the lewd, naked male performing before her 
was her own Jeff, the boy-man she had loved for so long. It just wasn't 
possible ... My God! She gasped again as she saw Muriel's tongue flick out 
from between her teeth to lick at the tiny split at the tip of his cock. She 
gaped in horror as a thin string of the secretion that oozed from it 
stretched across her open mouth, and at the way she was straining, the cords 
in her neck standing out rigidly as she tried to capture the bobbing 
instrument and suck it between her lips. Furiously, she sought it, her 
tongue laving at its underside while Jeff laughed above her, holding it just 
out of her reach, until Karen found her own neck stretching in sympathy with 
the passion-filled struggling girl on the bed. 

Then Karen thought she detected something more than just a sadistic light in 
Jeff's eye ... maybe just a touch of hate as he taunted the woman who was 
completely at his mercy beneath him with his prick, and she felt the muscles 
of her own body grow more tense at the thought, even as Nat's big hands 
continued to fondle her breasts maddeningly. Suddenly, she gave a little 
start as one of his hands left her breast to trace teasingly downward across 
the soft, now quivering flesh of her belly and slowly slip beneath the 
elastic waistband of her panties, his fingers moving tormentingly in the 
sparse silken hair of her mound ... and then downward into the moist 
unresisting slit between her thighs, gently moving through its wetness to 
the tiny bud of her clitoris, grazing it into quivering erectness. 

Karen moaned aloud as Nat's big finger moved expertly down under her crotch, 
little jolts of pleasure surging through her while his fingers parted the 
soft hair-lined lips of her vagina and she felt one slip gently inside the 
tight elastic opening ... sliding deep up into her cunt, generating wilder 
spasmodic sensations to spiral through her. She squirmed uncontrollably 
beneath his ministrations and felt the hugeness of his cock pressed deep in 
the now perspiring crevice of her ass behind, jerking and throbbing as it 
telegraphed to her the mounting lust of the big man who was draped over her, 
his great hands seeming to set her whole body aflame with desire. She ground 
her buttocks back against it and the finger he was thrusting into her moist, 
quivering pussy, sensing a feeling of masochistic servility at her helpless 
imprisonment beneath him. 

Then, he began an almost unperceptive rocking movement and Karen felt her 
body respond of its own volition, moving in rhythm while they both watched 
the lewd performance on the other side of the mirror, witnessing the exact 
moment when Jeff raised Muriel's head by the hair and thrust his thick cock 
forward, the blood inflated head smashing between her receptive lips to 
plunge deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. 

Karen's breath caught in her throat. My God! He would choke her the way he 
was ramming his huge prick down her throat ... but to her amazement, Muriel 
was eagerly thrusting her face forward to meet its every plunge, her lips 
puckered, sucking at the thick organ voraciously. And then, as she stared at 
Jeff, on his knees now, with one hand holding Muriel's head aloft and the 
other sunk deep in her wide-spread crotch, she felt Nat lift her dress to 
her hips and draw her sheer white nylon panties down over the rounded white 
cheeks of her ass, letting them slip to her knees. A cool rush of air 
brushed up between her legs and she felt her face flushing uncontrollably. 

God, she thought, her whole backside was exposed to him, presented in lewd 
invitation for whatever little humiliating game he might decide to play with 
it. Good Lord ... what did he think of her ... that she was some kind of 
slut probably similar to his own wife lying there sucking Jeff's hardened 
penis like some wanton whore? If he did, he was in for a surprise ... she 
thought, as she gaped in disbelief at Muriel's elasticized lips sucking 
insanely at Jeff's fleshy rod sawing into her mouth. Her face was contorted, 
her mouth fluted, her cheeks hollowing and bloating obscenely, her eyes 
glazed like some feral, rutting animal ... the very sight of which was 
involuntarily increasing Karen's own excitement, and now she could feel the 
wetness saturating her thighs and moistening Nat's hand with its warm 
moisture. 

Suddenly, Karen heard the metallic whisper of Nat's zipper behind her and 
she gave a start, but before she could speak she felt him moving about, and 
turning her head, saw that his face was lowered to the level of her 
buttocks. She felt him pressing his powerful hands against the small of her 
back. 

"Bend over," he hissed at her, and although she hesitated, his hands forced 
her to comply until her buttocks wavered in the air behind her and before 
his face. Abruptly, she felt his hot wet tongue between her straining 
buttocks, licking moistly downward through the entire length of her 
sweat-dampened crevice, stopping only briefly to flick its tip into the tiny 
crinkled ring of her anus. 

"Oh God!" Karen moaned while his warm, moist tongue slavered and taunted her 
defenseless, upraised crotch. She gasped again at the sudden unexpected 
entry of it into her soft wet passage and buried her face in the couch with 
a surprised groan of pleasure. She had jerked forward with the first hot 
teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but quickly screwed her 
buttocks back hard against his face. She felt her vaginal channel contract, 
opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue sunk 
deep inside her. Her breath exploded down into the couch in small quick 
gasps as he began a sudden curling and flicking, pressing his lips closer, 
and then, once again, working at her whole open crevice, sucking and licking 
at it crazily while her buttocks throbbed and swayed around his face almost 
out of control. 

Dear God, she had never known anything like this before! Its utter delicious 
wickedness was consuming her, causing a lewd tingling joy to permeate her 
whole being. She never wanted it to stop ... but it did, and she sensed his 
tongue slithering back up through the cleft separating her buttocks, up to 
the base of her spine, and then he moved in close behind her on his knees, 
until she felt the hugeness of the lust-inflated head of his prick press 
into the soft yielding split of her ass. 

A shudder rippled through her at the touch of its massiveness. God almighty, 
she thought, he's way too big for me ... he'll tear me open! 

Then, he backed away and reached down to pull the hindering panties from her 
legs. Neither of them spoke and the task required some maneuvering but 
finally it was accomplished. Karen started to drop to the couch and turn 
over onto her back, but as she did she caught sight of Muriel Brendell's 
soft, lipstick rimmed lips clasped hungrily around Jeff's growing white cock 
sawing into her mouth and decided she wanted to watch it to the very end. 
Muriel had gotten her hands free now and was clutching Jeff's buttocks, one 
in each hand and was pulling his penis furiously into her lewdly ovalled 
mouth while he grinned salaciously above her, watching her lust-contorted 
face as she licked and sucked madly at his prick. 

"Oh God," Karen breathed suddenly. "Let's take our clothes off, darling ..." 

"Good," Nat agreed, jumping to his feet and tearing at his things in a 
frenzy. 

Karen stood and slipped her dress down over her hips, at the same time 
getting her first real look at Nathan Brendell's huge, thick cock extending 
out a foot from his muscular, hairy loins. 

"Oh, my God, Nat ... I can never take that ..." she gasped, her beautiful 
hazel eyes locked on it in obvious fear. She raised her head as he came 
toward her smiling, his arms held out for her to go into, and in spite of 
her fear, she did. 

"Don't worry, baby," he whispered, holding her naked, voluptuousness tight 
to him, his massive cock pressed snugly against the soft flesh of her belly. 
"I won't hurt you ... and believe me, you can take it. Now, do you want to 
see the end of their party? He must be just about ready to explode in my 
sweet wife's mouth." 

"Yes! Yes!" Karen exclaimed, remembering and leaning back onto the couch, 
bending over this time so that her buttocks were quickly presented to her 
heavily breathing host and she could still see into the mirror. "Please ... 
please be gentle, darling ..." 

Again, Nat got on his knees behind her, moving forward, slipping his knees 
as far up between her wide-stretched thighs as he could possibly go, guiding 
his thick cock forward with thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft 
blonde pubic hair with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the warm 
soft folds of the ragged edges of her cunt close wetly over the rounded tip 
of his cock and groaned loudly. 

Karen stared through the glass, endeavoring to forget her own mounting dread 
by losing herself in Muriel and Jeff's utterly obscene lovemaking. Now, she 
could see white, viscous fluid running from the corners of Muriel's mouth 
and dribbling in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks as she lay on her 
back, her head partially raised and Jeff's thick, long cock stuffing her 
mouth in savage plunges; suddenly, Karen realized that Muriel was reveling 
in the brutal humiliation her Jeff was subjecting her to ... a masochistic 
gleam dancing strangely in her lust-glazed eyes. 

Karen bit down into her lower lip as she felt Nathan's blunt, throbbing 
prick begin to press and prod against the small elastic opening of her 
vagina. She gasped aloud, steeling herself as the mighty, turgid head 
slipped through the expanding ring of flesh; she heard him groan as they 
both felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt slip smoothly over the 
fleshy shaft, finally and wetly enclosing the gently penetrating rock-hard 
length as he continued to surge right up into her. 

Truly, she had felt the massive entry with a dozen twinges of pain, but not 
once had she fought him or cried out, and just as truly did her cunt-walls 
seem afire with his unaccustomed size imbedded in her belly. It felt as 
though he had burrowed into her all the way to her breasts ... and now, she 
moaned uncontrollably for the first time. 

"All right?" he questioned softly. 

"Yes ... all right," Karen managed to groan out between her tightly clenched 
teeth. 

Then, gasping his obvious delight at her reception of him, Nathan Brendell 
began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the warm, moist channel 
of her vagina. For awhile, Karen continued to chew at her lower lip, until 
gradually the pain eased as her cunt walls expanded, and she, too, sensed 
that masochistic sensation of pleasure once more. Being fucked this way, 
helplessly impaled on his long huge cock while she watched Jeff's brutal 
subjugation of Muriel Brendell, who was sucking her ex-husband's lengthy 
thick prick like some lowly slave, had set off exciting sensations of wicked 
pleasure to ripple through her love-starved body. The very lewd sight taking 
place before her, and the thought of Nathan's great cock ravishing her cunt 
caused her to undulate her buttocks salaciously in rhythmic circles back at 
the heavy shaft fucking into her from behind. 

"Oh ... Oh Nat ... It's good ... good ... good! Don't stop, darling. Don't 
stop!" she whispered back at him. 

Nathan Brendell grinned lewdly down upon the smooth whiteness of her 
delicious body. He let his eyes feast for the slightest moment there, on the 
way her soft, full ass curved sharply away into the narrow wasp-like waist 
that looked as though it would break from the least of pressure. On either 
side of his kneeling legs, he could see her white smooth thighs tapering 
down sharply to small, well-formed knees, and then blossoming out again to 
the fullness of firm, shapely calves. Momentarily, he envisioned her lying 
on her back with the delicious strength of those calves locked tightly 
behind his ass, pulling him into her in a wild burst of passion ... but that 
would come later. Much would come later. Oh, don't worry, baby, he thought 
to himself. I'm not about to stop ... not for a damn long time to come. In 
fact, my little blonde bitch, I've just begun ... 

 Chapter 12 

Jeff was harboring the perverted feeling that his balls might burst open at 
any moment and the bitch beneath him would be denied her erotic pleasure of 
drinking his load ... instead, it would gush out into her face, blinding 
her, clogging her nose and strangling her. But of course, that was just 
wishful thinking wasn't it? He was about ready to come apart inside, blow 
his sperm right into her gullet, which was exactly what she was waiting for 
as she sucked him like some kind of machine, her lips brushing against the 
hair of his groin, his cock plunging to the very depths of her throat with 
every 

Oh God, Karen ... where are you? Help me shed this lascivious witch who is 
draining the very life from my soul and body. God, when I saw your lovely, 
delicate pureness I realized what I had given up blindly. Please ... please 
... for God's sake, darling, come back to me! 

"Oh ... Oh ..." he blurted aloud. 

He gaped down at her rounded lips clenching hungrily around his throbbing 
prick as his loins grew hot and he felt the sweat oozing between his legs. 
The pressure building in his balls that were slapping against her chin as 
she worked in a near hypnotic state, was excruciating ... unbearable, and 
his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen. 

He thought: I've got the condominium contract, darling. Please ... please 
come back to me! 

"Mmmmmm," Muriel hummed up at him, her eyes widening excitedly with what she 
knew was coming. 

At that moment, it happened! There was a jerk in his loins and nothing in 
the world could have stopped the seething liquid white flow as he jerked his 
cock from her mouth, holding the heavy shaft back so that its swollen, 
lurching head was inches from her wide open mouth ... and then, it began 
squirting its streams of white hot sperm in lengthy jets into her gaping 
mouth, filling it to the brim in the manner she liked, and he watched her 
swallow it away time and again until his loins pumped and nothing came ... 
She'd sucked him completely dry ... 

Jeff pulled his deflated prick from her still sucking mouth and climbed off 
her. He rolled to the side of the bed and sat there. Momentarily, he sat 
with head bowed, then reached for a cigarette on the night stand. 

Muriel moved toward him. "What's wrong, lover?" 

"Nothing's wrong." 

"Oh ... I think there is," she replied softly. "I ... I have the feeling 
your lovely ex-wife is reaching you." 

"So ...?" Jeff said, standing and moving directionlessly around the room. 
"Is that so damned strange?" 

Muriel rolled onto her back. "Perhaps," she said. "Perhaps, it is, darling. 
How do they say that? A lot of water has passed under the bridge ...?" 

"Never mind your philosophy. Let's get things straightened out between us," 
Jeff snapped. He walked back and forth, smoking. "Frankly, Muriel, I've had 
it ... right up to here." 

"Ooohhh ...? Well now, I suppose those things do happen, don't they? 
Handsome young husband gets look at beautiful divorced wife and wants to 
start all over again ..." She laughed as she got from the bed and went to 
the mirror. "Well, darling, if that's the way you feel ... fine. But first, 
there's a little something I think you should see ... Come here." 

He'd truly had it. Might just as well get it over with now. These scenes 
were never good at their very best, but regardless, there could never be 
anyone but Karen ... and that had been proven to him when he had laid eyes 
on her earlier this evening. So, she was frigid ... Good God, he had since 
learned that there were worse things. He loved her with every fiber of his 
being, and given half a chance he was going to tell her. Momentarily, he had 
seen reciprocal love in her lovely eyes tonight ... before whatever the hell 
it was that had happened; but he was certain, she loved him as much as he 
loved her ... and he would almost bet she was still a near virgin ... 

"Come here," Muriel persisted, standing before the mirror that looked into 
Nathan's quarters. She extinguished their own lights. 

Jeff walked around the bed angrily. Well, he ought to know all of the 
intricate devices in this house. He'd seen to their installation, and now 
she was eavs-dropping on her husband again. He came up beside her, looked 
... and froze, a heavy tremor of revulsion surging through him as he stared 
in disbelief. 

Good God almighty! Beyond the mirror, lying on the couch only a few feet 
away lay Karen, naked, with Nathan Brendell between her widespread thighs, 
her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy as the huge man fucked his giant cock 
into her golden, virginal pussy! 

He couldn't believe it! It was impossible! My God ... not Karen, of all 
people! Why ... why, she was a human icicle ... and who should know better 
than he ...? But ... but, there she lay, nevertheless, her whole body 
twitching and writhing beneath the huge body of Nat Brendell ... 

Quickly, Jeff pushed Muriel to one side and fumbled with the panel controls 
beside the mirror, turning up the volume of sound, immediately picking up 
Karen's incessant groans as she moaned up into the moistness of his mouth, 
and Jeff visualized her thrusting her tongue with complete abandon deep into 
his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile surrender were coming in 
torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with lewd desire, as her 
mouth worked, her neck strained, and her nostrils flared, a light film of 
perspiration covering her forehead under her disheveled, soft blonde hair. 

"Ooooh yes, yes ... fuck it hard, darling, fuck it hard!" she was begging, 
gasping in abandoned welcome to the punishing prick sinking deep into her 
tightly clasping cunt. 

Jeff gaped as Nat's big hands slipped under the white rounded moons of her 
buttocks, raising them and at the same time, straining his cock forward into 
her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was moaning 
incoherently as hungrily she wound her long smooth legs up and around his 
hips and he thrust deeper into her. Jeff could see the soft, pink folds of 
her vagina clinging to his cock as it withdrew from her, squeezing tightly 
around his rigid column, and he found himself wagering that she could feel 
every inch on that huge elephantine prick fucking into the small tight 
virginal cunt he so well remembered and loved so much. 

Good God! He couldn't stand it! He was going in there and ... and ... 

"Wait a minute, lover," Muriel caught hold of him as he started for the 
door. "Where do you think you're going?" 

"I'm going to kill that goddamned husband of yours!" 

"Oh? And for what?" 

"For what he's doing to my wife, that's for what?" Jeff barked at her, 
jerking his arm free. 

"Your wife? Aren't you just a bit mixed up, lover?" she said, speaking in 
that soft, smoky, never riled, voice of hers. 'Don't you think you better 
give the whole thing a moment of cool-headed thought ... eh?" 

Enraged though he was, Jeff paused long enough to let her words register, 
and that was sufficient to restore a measure of rational thinking once more. 
Suddenly, he felt very stupid ... standing there naked with this woman who 
was calmly in the process of lighting a cigarette. Slowly, he walked back to 
the bed and slumped down on the edge. She was right, of course. There wasn't 
a damned thing he could do about it ... except blow his whole future by 
creating a scene. Maybe, he'd blown it already with Muriel ... God almighty 
... his own sweet, beautiful Karen being fucked like a bitch in heat on the 
other side of that wall ... He just couldn't believe it ... 

Muriel came over to stand before him. She dragged at her cigarette and let 
out smoke in the semi-darkness, the light from the next room showing through 
the mirror as the sounds of Karen's and Nathan Brendell's violent lovemaking 
continued to come to them clearly. 

"It might interest you to know, lover, that your ex and my husband were 
watching us just a few minutes ago," she said calmly. 

Jeff looked up at her. "What the hell did you say?" 

Muriel laughed lightly. "Why so surprised? You know that's the routine at my 
parties ... a bit of voyeurism for stimulation. Best aphrodisiac I know of." 

"Oh God ..." Jeff moaned. He might have guessed that had he used his head at 
all. The thought sickened him ... that his Karen had watched this woman 
sucking his prick ... and ... and the way he had licked her cunt ... My God, 
there was nothing he could do! He'd lost her for certain this time ... for 
certain and forever ... Momentarily, he thought he was going to bawl ... 
like a baby ... but a sudden feminine moan of erotic pleasure filled the 
room, and he leaped to his feet, going back to the mirror. 

Brendell was working feverishly over her and Karen was tossing her head from 
side to side as she moaned ceaselessly from her open mouth. He had 
lengthened his strokes, bringing his cock nearly all the way out of her 
clasping vagina, then plunging forward into her uplifted buttocks, his balls 
slapping harshly against the unprotected crevice and her tight little anus. 
Jeff stared and saw the big man's hand trail down over the tight smooth skin 
of her ass and one of his fingers find the small puckered hole cradled 
defenselessly there. He even felt his own prick jerk as Nathan's finger 
pushed into it with a sudden movement and he saw the soft, rubbery flesh 
yield before his attack. 

"Ooohhh," Karen gasped, the mixed sound of pain-pleasure tumbling from her 
lips. 

Jeff held his breath, watching the finger sink deeper into the hairless 
little ring of flesh. 

"Ohhh God!" she groaned again as it dug further into her defenseless 
asshole; but Brendell didn't stop and Jeff's prick gave another lurch when 
he saw the way the big man was working the thick digit around inside, 
stretching her rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. And 
then, Jeff's mouth fell open when he saw him insert a second finger. 

God! He wanted to smash in there and tear the filthy bastard off her ... 
beat him within an inch of his life for violating her soft, white flesh! But 
he knew there was nothing he could do ... and then, he felt Muriel beside 
him taking hold of his own hardening cock, its unwanted rigidness incited 
the more by the deep guttural moans of pleasure coming from Karen's chest as 
she skewered her rectum back onto Nat's fingers probing around in the soft 
rubbery depths of her back passage. He had her hopelessly impaled between 
his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly in her 
asshole, and she was moaning and mewling beneath him, twisting and 
whimpering in wanton abandon under the double ravishment of her loins. 

Muriel had begun to milk Jeff's shaft, moving the heavy outer layer of skin 
back and forth as she stood close to him, her arm around his waist, watching 
wild-eyed the lascivious performance in the next room. 

"Oohhh," she breathed heavily as she saw her husband's free hand move down 
the rounded cheek of Karen's ass to where his cock was sliding wetly in and 
out of her blonde pussy and fondle the contracting lips where he entered 
her, raising further moans of sensation from her. Suddenly, Muriel couldn't 
stand to watch any longer and swiveled around in front of Jeff, her back to 
him, bending over, her legs wide apart, until her hands touched the floor. 
"Fuck me," she hissed. "Hurry ... now!" 

Jeff tore his eyes from the mirror to look down at Muriel's warm stretched 
buttocks presented obscenely for his use. Her vagina was loose and moist, 
waiting for his thrusting prick just below the puckered little ring of her 
anus. His cock had swollen into rack-hardness at the foul sight of his own 
exwife, Karen, being fucked half silly by another man, even as his 
embittered hate for her was growing in leaps and bounds inside him. As well, 
was he filled to the brim with disgust and revulsion for this woman who was 
bent over in front of him like some slave-girl waiting to be taken by her 
master, and as the head of his cock made electrical contact with the soft 
pubic hair covering the tender folds of flesh at the mouth of her vagina, he 
felt her fingers grasp his shaft, move it up and down for a moment then draw 
it into her, the warm moist flesh of her opening popping teasingly over its 
head. 

He held himself only a moment while Muriel waggled her buttocks back toward 
his fleshy rod,: then he rammed forward, his cock bursting into her exposed, 
defenseless cunt with hate-filled fury, smashing and tearing everything 
before it as it plunged deeper and deeper until his loins smacked against 
her upturned ass. 

"Aaggghhh!" Muriel grunted, and he caught tight to her hips at the tops of 
her thighs and held her fast, beginning immediately to surge into her with 
long deep strokes while she began to rotate her ass, pushing back at him so 
that she was nearly lifted from her feet when he rammed forward. He swung 
his head from side to side as he battered deeper and deeper into her 
stretched and open cunt in his rage, then, through the mirror he saw Nathan 
Brendell rip his fingers from Karen's rectum and heard the wet hissing sound 
come through the speaker. 

Jeff stared and fucked into Muriel simultaneously, watching as Brendell 
pressed his hands behind Karen's knees pushing them back hard until they 
touched the couch beside her shoulders, making the plane of her beautiful 
crotch wide open to the jack-hammer thrusts of his loins as he smacked 
cruelly into her. 

"OH oh, oh, oh, oh," Karen began to cough, her face twisted in an 
unrecognizable grimace of pure lust. 

Brendell grunted loudly and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so 
that his cock bored far up into the secret, never before touched recesses of 
her womb. Jeff saw her full breasts heave and quiver up against the pressure 
of his heavy chest ... and suddenly she began to convulse and shiver beneath 
him. 

"Oh Gad ... Oh my God! I'm cumming! Yes ... yes ... I'm cumming! Ooohhhh!" 
she half screamed. 

Jeff couldn't believe it! She was actually cumming! He gaped in awe at the 
warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooding from the lips of her cunt around 
Brendell's wildly thrusting cock hammering into her. Vile hatred soared 
ragingly through him and he felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he 
plunged his own vengeance-filled cock as deep as it would go into Muriel 
Brendell's insatiable cunt. 

Suddenly, she moaned and began to babble unintelligible sounds from the 
floor in front of him, and at the same time he felt a flood of warmth around 
his prick inside her pulsating vagina, and her juices foamed whitely out 
around the edges of his deeply imbedded prick and down into the softness of 
his swaying testicles. 

She groaned out her release the moment his sperm began to churn and erupt, 
spurting wildly from the end of his hammering cock and shooting deep inside 
her. He gritted his teeth and in his hate he ground his pelvis unmercifully 
into her, digging the inflated head of his shaft into the snail-like mouth 
of her womb painfully. She whimpered, her own orgasm passed and tried to 
move forward from him, but he held her secure in his effort to inflict the 
limit in agony and subjugation on her. 

Finally, it was done and he backed out of her as the light on the other side 
of the mirror was extinguished. He staggered backwards and heard Muriel 
drawing the drape over the mirror before she turned on their lights. 

For a long moment, they stared at one another, as if letting their eyes get 
used to the sudden brightness. Then, Muriel said: "You're leaving me, aren't 
you lover?" 

"Yes." 

"Tonight?" 

"Now ... Right now." 

Muriel shrugged and smiled. "Well ... I suppose it had to come sooner or 
later. Friends, darling?" 

"Friends." 

"Good ... And ... and what about your ex ...?" 

"She can go to hell," Jeff said bitterly. "Right straight to hell .... the 
goddamned little whore!" 

 Chapter 13 

The week following the housewarming at the Brendell's, Karen moved to a 
small, but remote beachhouse a few miles up the coast from San Clemente. Nat 
had helped her find it and she was thrilled in that it offered the perfect 
privacy for her work. Her nearest neighbor was a mile away if she walked the 
beach, two if she drove. It was precisely what she wanted. 

She had not exactly gotten over the wild weekend as yet ... and doubted that 
she ever would really, but in her heart she knew that there would never be 
another. Such promiscuity was not for her; she was certain of that now. Nat 
had made a bit of a scene when she told him it was over and done with 
between them, that she was not sorry for anything, but that it could never 
happen again ... and thankfully, he was still her agent and friend. 

God knows, she needed friends ... somebody. She had no idea what had 
happened to Jeff, nor did his office. She'd made several calls, left her 
number and address, but no one had seen him in several days. Probably, if 
the truth were known, she thought, he was shacked up with Muriel Brendell 
... that bitch! 

Moving about the solid little house, still putting things away and 
rearranging she could hear the surf pounding, a lilting sound she had always 
dreamed of one day being able to write by. She had spent most of the day on 
the beach, bikinized, thinking of nothing, with the occasional exception of 
Jeff, and then when the sun had set she had come inside to broil herself a 
steak. She had already tossed the salad, consumed a couple of martinis to 
the romantic sounds of a stack of her favorite records, and was just about 
to cut into her steak before shedding her bikini and getting a good night's 
rest when the front door burst open. 

Karen leaped to her feet at the sudden invasion, her steak slipping from the 
plate to the floor. My God, it was Jeff, staggering unshaven, red-eyed ... 
He was quite drunk. 

"Greetings, slut!" he spat, his handsome face contorted in a bitter grin, 
his white teeth gleaming at her. 

"Jeff ... You gave me an awful start. Wh-what are you doing here?" Karen 
heard herself stammer as she came slowly around the small kitchenette table, 
moving toward the front room where he stood, the door still open wide behind 
him. 

Without looking, he fumbled for it and slammed it closed, his eyes seemingly 
leveled on her near nakedness, with only the wisp of bikini and sheer waist 
apron covering her. She felt the light illuminating her from behind, 
swallowed tightly and walked toward him, forcing a smile. My God, he looked 
terrible. 

"There was a note on my desk," he said thickly. "You'd called. I thank you 
for that ... and the address. It saved me a lot of trouble." 

"Y-Yes ... I wanted to see you ... to talk to you," she managed, still 
smiling. "Look ... I was just going to eat something. Are you hungry? Can I 
fix ...?" 

"The only thing I'm interested in eating is your cunt!" he shot at her. 
"That's why I'm here, baby. I want to know what makes a frigid woman 
suddenly a wildcat in bed." 

Karen felt her stomach turn over at his lewd reference. She fell backwards a 
step, but still held her head high as she fought for words. "J-Jeff, please 
... please don't say things we'll both be sorry for ..." 

He laughed bitterly, then, began to move toward her. "I doubt that I'll be 
sorry for anything I say or do to you, Karen, my lovely little ex-wife," he 
hissed at her. 

She backed all the way to the wall of the kitchenette before he finally 
moved in on her, his teeth clenched, his lips drawn back in obvious hate 
while his eyes blazed in clear ugly lust and his hand reached out, his 
fingers hooking into the flimsy material between her rising and falling 
breasts. 

Karen gasped aloud as with a snarl he whisked it away, exposing her full, 
naked heaving breasts to his anger-filled eyes. 

"Tits," he sneered vilely. "And the nicest tits I knew of ... until Brendell 
put his filthy hands on them." 

"L-Listen to me, Jeff ..." 

"Shut up!" he half shrieked at her, raising his hand as if to strike her. "I 
listened to you too long. What's worse ... I believed you ... The frigid 
little girl with all the puritanistic crap!" Suddenly, he caught her by the 
wrist and cruelly jerked her towards him, her breasts bouncing from his 
force. "Well, when I get through with you tonight, baby ... you'll think Nat 
Brendell was a schoolboy!" 

"Jeff ... please, darling ..." 

"And don't call me darling ... you ... you goddamned little whore!" he 
screamed at her. 

Karen shrank before his violence. He was drunk-mean and filled with hate; 
she cringed inside with fear as suddenly he turned away, clinging to her 
wrist and dragged her toward the bedroom. She pleaded behind him, but if he 
heard, he ignored her. Instead, he flung her across the bed and she dared 
not move. Then, as she stared in breathless dread, he began to undress. 

"Listen to me, Jeff ..." she began, almost sub-consciously, "I love you ... 
always have ... never stopped ... My God ... don't ... don't do this thing 
to me again ... to us ..." 

He came to the edge of the bed where her feet lay. He had removed his shirt 
and was staring down at her brutally. "You lousy bitch!" he spat. "You'd say 
anything right now, wouldn't you? Well ... go ahead ... say any goddamned 
thing you want ... but when I get through fucking you this night you'll wish 
to God you never knew me." 

"Jeff, please ...?" 

"Shut up and take that rag off!" he snarled. "I want to sink my cock in that 
cunt of yours ... like half of Los Angeles has already done. Now ... take it 
off!" 

Karen winced beneath the bitter gall of his words. But he was insanely drunk 
... not himself and she knew it. He had never been brutal or cruel ... never 
as she saw him now. He was a hurt little boy, endeavoring to take his hate 
out on someone ... on her. Well, she wouldn't fight him. Maybe that would 
help, make him understand that she really loved him ... for there was no 
reasoning with him now ... She raised up and began to slither the tight 
little briefs down off her rounded hips. 

Watching Jeff leered nastily. He said: "You've taken those things off so 
often for so many that it's become a second nature for you hasn't it, baby? 
The fact is ... you don't have any honor left worth fighting for ... eh?" 

Suddenly, he was naked and she saw his long, thick shaft standing out 
rigidly from his loins. She swallowed tightly as she witnessed the lust and 
hate-swollen head jerk violently and she felt herself cringing before and 
beneath it. 

"Oh ... oh my God Jeff ... please ... please!" she begged. "Not this way 
...?" 

He glared down at her beastially from the edge of the bed the belt from his 
trousers in his hand. "Did you plead with Nat Brendell? Or any of the others 
...?" 

"Wh-What are you going to do with ... with that belt?" 

He laughed humorlessly. "Frightens you, eh? You filthy little pig! How many 
have fucked you, anyway? A dozen? Two dozen? Or can't you remember? You ... 
you lousy whore!" 

He lashed her across the belly unmercifully with the belt ... again and 
again until she writhed away in pain and rolled over presenting her behind. 
He whipped her buttocks and her back, her thighs and her buttocks again 
until he was out of breath and she cried like a severely punished child. 
Then, he took a sheet, ripped it into strips and tied her hands and feet to 
the bedposts, but in such a meaner that she was on her knees with a long 
strip tied behind each knee to keep her from stretching out flat or curling 
up away from him. She offered him no resistance, only whimpered in the 
aftermath of her beating, until finally she was hopelessly and helplessly 
bound, and subject to whatever vile whim he chose to humiliate her with. 
Then, he climbed onto the bed behind her. 

"Now, bitch, I'm going to fuck you this way for awhile," he spat down at her 
whining head buried in the pillow. "With your ass waving high in the air the 
way Brendell likes it. But first ... first, I'm going to lick that cunt of 
yours. I want to know if it tastes as sweet as it looks." 

Oh God in heaven ... she couldn't believe what was taking place. She felt 
him climb from the bed, then heard him drinking ... as if from a bottle. 
Again, his weight was on the bed behind her secured body and moving toward 
her. Her flesh burned and ached from the whipping he had given her, and she 
could hardly move from the obscene position he had tied her into. Her 
buttocks waggled high in the air behind her, her head necessarily drawn down 
to the pillow by the strips securing her outstretched arms ... her ankles 
tied as were her knees from moving out of her distorted stance. 

God ... maybe she deserved the beating ... maybe she did, but nothing more 
... not this degradation ... not this humiliation ... Her body lurched 
forward automatically as something warm and wet contacted the area back 
between her wide-spread buttocks. Again, it came and she couldn't hold back 
the moan that escaped her as she felt his tongue trail hotly upward along 
the crevice between her separated buttocks. And then it stopped to taunt her 
tiny, puckered anus! Jeff's tongue! It whipped her breath away and 
momentarily, she froze ... gradually relaxing as she heard the wet sluicing 
sound of his tongue laving the smooth white cleft of her backside. Oh ... oh 
God ... it was ... was good ... good! It continued ... and then, she felt 
the tight lips of her cunt being pressed open gently with his thumbs ... and 
the cool air seeping in ... Oh Jeff! Jeff! 

"Darling!" she exclaimed, and he slapped her stingingly across the ass. 

Dear God ... he hates me, she thought, as she felt her soft, hair-lined 
cuntal lips being pulled apart again ... and then, his tongue! Oh ... oh ... 
oh! I mustn't tell him or he'll stop. No, I mustn't tell him ... Oh God, 
it's beautiful ... beautiful! It's an ecstasy all its own ... his tongue 
flicking wetly ... curling into my vagina ... Ooooohhhhh! Now what? His 
finger ... pressing at my anus ... Ugh! It's in! Moving up inside my rectum 
while his tongue licks ... Oh God! My clitoris! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! ... Dear 
Jeff, darling, darling, darling ... His finger ... or is it two? Whichever, 
they're setting me on fire ... expanding that entrance ... I know what you 
intend to do to me, darling! I know! And it's all right ... I want you to! I 
wont you to! 

Suddenly, he raised his head and moved in close to her completely 
defenseless, upthrust ass, his aching prick dancing wildly as he pressed its 
throbbing head against the tight little puckered entrance to her asshole. 

"Now ... you be a good girl and I'll wet this so it'll slip in nice and 
easy, understand? 

Karen didn't answer. 

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he hissed down at her. "I just wanted 
you to know so you could cringe a little. Maybe, you haven't been screwed 
too much there yet, and it'll be still somewhat virginal ..." 

"It is virginal!" she blurted up from the pillow at him. "I'm not what you 
think I am ... and I back!" 

Karen couldn't hold back the tears of pain and humiliation, yet her fear of 
disobeying him in his present half-crazed state forced her to respond. She 
hunched back suddenly as he pressed forward and she felt the excruciating 
torture of his throbbing shaft surge into her, pushing the rubbery resistant 
flesh before it until finally, with one last buttock-flattening lunge he had 
ground it all the way up inside the warm, constricting depths of her rectum. 

"Ooahhh, my God," she moaned in her torment, biting at her lower lip until 
she tasted her own blood; then, she felt his pelvis smack solidly into the 
softness of her upturned buttocks and his balls swing hard against the 
spread lips of her vagina below. Dear God, she was impaled to the hilt, 
unable to move and afraid to breathe with the unbelievable, horrible 
pressure that felt as if her thighs were splitting agonizingly apart. 

His body stilled momentarily, as if he had found, perhaps, a tiny fleck of 
mercy in his revenge-crazed mind, and while the walls of her widely 
stretched rectum slowly adjusted, the brutal pain began to subside. She 
still felt ripped and stretched there from the unnatural invasion, white at 
the same time and for some perverted reason she had begun to experience a 
sensation of atonement. 

She deserved everything he was doing to her ... and would do to her! It had 
been her fault they divorced ... not his! She had nearly ruined their lives 
... and played the slut to obtain her portion of success in the bargain! She 
was a whore! And now she would crawl before him ... let him use her like a 
lowly slave if he wanted ... endure whatever pain, degradation and 
humiliation he would inflict upon her willingly to prove her love to him! 

"How do you like that, bitch?" he snarled down at her thickly, grinding his 
pelvis hard between her flattened buttocks and seemingly shoving his rigid 
cock right up to her colon. Then, he flexed the turgid head painfully and 
she gasped aloud. 

Oh God, give me the strength to endure it! I must keep my wits ... 

"Brendell, ever get it in this deep, pig?" he grunted as he began to saw 
rhythmically far up into the pink inflamed passage. 

I-I've got to reach him ... make him understand ... for when he's through 
with me tonight I'll never see him again ... This will truly be the end for 
us ... it's now or never ... 

Jeff groaned as suddenly he felt her anal muscles tighten around his long 
thick length buried inside her. His prick throbbed harder and he could 
barely believe it when the round soft moons of her buttocks began to churn 
back against him in a slow, methodical undulation. He moaned again as he 
felt her channel convulse and tighten around him warmly while he moved in 
and out of her, watching the pinkish round skin of her puckered little 
asshole clinging to his shaft as he drew out, then disappearing back inside 
with his inward thrust. 

Karen, kneeling before and beneath him, prayed ... prayed as she had never 
before prayed in her life that she would be able to reach him ... make him 
understand how much she loved him. In her obscene position she began to 
rotate her round full buttocks in tiny circles, waving her voluptuous cheeks 
back at him lasciviously ... until it dawned upon her of a sudden that 
undoubtedly there was some whore in her, for she had begun to experience a 
tingle of masochistic excitement. Oh God, she wanted to enjoy it ... had to 
enjoy it to make him feel her love. There was still pain, but it was 
strangely pleasurable and she found herself bucking and squirming back to 
meet the lewd impalement while he jerked forward into her. 

"Damn! You are a bitch!" he hissed down at her bitterly, grunting each time 
he surged forward; she too, had begun to moan almost incessantly and 
uncontrollably beneath him, twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass 
back at him in a lustful invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. 

"No ... no!" she managed to cough at him. "No one has ... has ever done ... 
done this to me ... before. It's ... it's you, Jeff ... darling ... I-I love 
you ... don't you see?" 

She turned her face to the side on the bed and he could see her teeth bared 
in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing 
power of his long, smooth strokes plunging deep into her. Her long blonde 
hair flowed out over the bed, flailing wildly as with a violent thrust she 
would grunt and toss her head to the other side. 

'Could it be true,' he thought, his brain reeling in its liquor sodden 
state? Did she really love him? Had he misjudged her? 

"Oooooh, oooooh," Karen moaned and grunted beneath him while be pressed 
forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart, 
allowing him to go deeper and just holding it there. His cock was buried to 
his very balls up her expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again. 

"Oooooh, darling ... free my hands," she pleaded. "Please ... I want to feel 
your balls while you fuck me there ...?" 

"Huh? Wh-what?" 

"Please, darling?" 

He pulled out of her suddenly, his mind a whirlpool of muddled thoughts. 
Good God, what was he doing to her? He jerked the strips from her legs then 
freed her wrists, his eyes wet now with his own tears. 

"Wh-what have I done to you, darling?" he gulped. 

Karen threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She had rolled onto her 
back and drawn him down to her, her full white breasts crushed against his 
chest. He felt her tiny tongue push into his mouth and he wanted to weep 
with spontaneous joy. 

"Ooooh ... oh, Jeff, my darling, I love you ... love you ... love you!" she 
breathed sweetly into his face. 

"And I love your!" he gasped. "Always have ... never stopped. Oh God, the 
things I've done to you tonight ..." 

Tears streamed down his handsome cheeks and she held his head tightly 
against her smooth firm breasts in delicious ecstasy. Thank God ... she had 
reached him! 

"C-Can you forgive me ... ever, Karen?" he whimpered like a child who had 
been bad 

She smiled to herself, then whispered: "Yes, darling ... on one condition 
..." 

"What?" He pulled his head free and looked down into her beautiful face. 
"Anything ... anything ..." 

"Then ... finish the job you started before I go mad," she said, rising up 
to her knees and grinding her naked loins in lewd invitation. 

"Christ!" he blurted, scrambling to his own knees behind her as she reached 
between her legs and gently grasped his prick, drawing its pulsating head 
between the soft moist flanges of her cunt once more to wet it, then placing 
its thick, rubber tip again against her tight pulsating rectum. 

"Easy, darling," she said softly. "It's a little sore now ..." 

"We don't have to do it this way," he blurted. "I-I was trying to hurt you 
before ..." 

"No, darling ... I want you to fuck me there," Karen said excitedly. "To be 
the first and only one who ever has or ever will. I want it to hurt me ... I 
deserve to be hurt by you, my darling!" she insisted, a masochistic gleam 
dancing in her eyes. She lowered her hand to cradle his balls back between 
her legs, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that 
caused him to grunt loudly as he pressed the spongy, blood-inflated head of 
his now aching cock into her anus once more, unable to control the fury of 
his lunge as he sent it soaring right up her still expanded asshole. 

"Ooooh ooooh," Karen groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the 
softness of her twin round buttocks again. "Oh my God, darling, it hurts 
beautifully," she moaned. "Oh Jeff, fuck it! Rape it! Make me know that you 
love me! Fuck it hard, darling! Hard! Hard!" 

Jeff gasped and listened to her words in lewd rapture as she jerked back 
against his lustful sodomizing of her rectum, as though she were reveling in 
its depraved possession of her asshole. The pain had obviously gone and her 
head was turning from side to side once more, her beautiful long blonde hair 
thrashing wildly. Her face reflected her sheer joy and Jeff watched his 
throbbing white cock disappearing rhythmically all the way into her wildly 
gyrating buttocks with each hard, long thrust. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Karen chanted as she waved her ass salaciously back 
against his eager plunges. She wanted him to come, to shoot his warm load of 
sperm deep into her belly, to split her open and drown her in its 
loveliness. The beautiful ecstasy of it! He was raping her virginal asshole 
... just as he had raped her cunt in the very beginning! Only this time, it 
would be different! He had come back to her and he would hold him! Later, 
this night she would suck him dry! He was her own Jeff ... home forever! "Oh 
... oh yes, darling, fuck it like that!" she crooned back at him. 

She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass now, and there was 
no pain, only the feeling of being filled to capacity by the one man she 
loved. Her shoulders lowered to the bed so that her ass was now sticking 
high up in the air and her darling's huge cock could fuck her at will. Her 
eyes glazed in her blissful rapture and she ground happily back against it, 
feeling it throb into unbelievable hugeness that could only mean one 
beautiful moment was at hand. 

He was going to cum in her there! Again, she reached back to graze and 
caress his pulsating balls as she felt the first delicious hot waves of his 
white liquid squirting into the depths of her rectum. He grunted and groaned 
as he continued to pound into her, while Karen felt his hot jets of sperm 
splashing around like whitewash inside her. The magnificent sensation 
brought her own release and she screamed as the hot flow gushed from her 
open cunt, saturating his balls pressed tightly into it ... 

Moments later, he crawled up beside her and they collapsed in each other's 
arms. Then Karen wept; she was that happy. But neither of them spoke for a 
long, long time. They were too content just to have found one another again. 
Words were no longer necessary. Everything was going to be all right now ... 
and they both knew it with all their young hearts. 


The End
