The Pendulum Initiation
by Jackson Robard 


FOREWORD 

Contrary to popular belief by many who prefer to heap the blame for all 
modern unconventional practices upon the broad shoulders of the present hip 
generation, the inordinate pastime of mate-swapping is as old as time 
itself. The ancient Spartans thought highly of it, as indeed, did the 
Greeks, Romans, and a score more of cultures down through the ages. Nor were 
they without their swap or sex-clubs, such as the Pendulums, Rand-Harbor's 
underground circle of swingers, whom, Jackson Robard introduces to us in The 
Pendulum Initiation. 

Only within the past few years have historians, sociologists and sexologists 
been able to get on the sex-saturated trail of the notorious Hell Fire Club, 
a secret organization of London rake-hells founded in 1752 by Sir Francis 
Dashwood, a trek which led from secret places of orgies right to Boston and 
the start of the American Independence. Two of the leading club members, 
John Wilkes and Lord Dashwood, were directly involved in aiding the 
colonists in their rebellion against George III. 

A reading of the list of membership today is rather impressive. Among the 
famous names are that of Laurence Sterne, the novelist, Sir Henry 
Vansittart, later governor of Bengal and the man who introduced the first 
copy of the Kama Sutra to the Club's well-known pornographic library; Lord 
Sandwich, First Lord of the Admiralty, whose fame rests upon the device of 
putting a slab of beef between two slices of bread; William Hogarth, whose 
engravings and drawings of brothels and prostitutes undoubtedly came as 
eyewitness reports; Giuseppe Borgnis, the Italian master painter; Joseph 
Banks, president of the Royal Society, and no less American patriot than 
Benjamin Franklin, who was said to have paid many visits to the medieval 
abbey on the Dashwood estate, the Club's permanent headquarters where even 
the hedges on the grounds were cut in the shape of a naked, sprawled female. 

A short time ago, an English newspaper was able to contact a number of 
married couples who admitted that they engaged regularly in such physical 
divertissement for the purpose of stimulating their married sexual life. 
Curiously enough, these young people were not frequenters of bars, not 
"jet-setters", nor were they pot-heads, freak-outs, or degenerates of any 
description. Rather, they were happily married, respectable suburban types 
living an otherwise ordinary existence without turmoil, much as the people 
we meet in this Los Angeles suburb through the apt pen of Mr. Robard. 

In The Pendulum Initiation, Mr. Robard probes the erotic world of this 
ancient custom to bring us a titillating novel of the generation gap 
bridged, when young newlyweds eagerly take part in a Pendulum orgy and find 
themselves compelled to seduce an older, influential, non-member couple 
whose love-life has grown prematurely stagnant. Of course, as always in this 
writer's work, deeper intrigue evolves, the machination being caused by a 
beautiful scheming swinger, nineteen-year old Michele Douglas who is 
determined to save her inheritance at all costs. Her compromising conspiracy 
manages to bring out the lust, lechery, incestuous desires and perversions 
of an otherwise conventional, everyday group of modern citizenry before the 
exciting conclusion is sprung upon the reader. 

We, the publishers, are pleased to present this enlightening work of fiction 
by Jason Robard. We believe strongly that the more light shed upon a murky 
subject, the brighter the chances of helping relieve the tensions of 
ignorance causing it. 

-The Publishers 

 Part One 

 CHAPTER 1 

The tall, ravishing charmer with the radiant dark-eyes and the bouffant 
coiffure of ebony tresses was well aware of the attractive young man's eyes 
upon her, and had been since the moment she walked into the hotel lounge. 
She had moved gracefully between the tables, over the plush carpeting with a 
near-silent rustle of costly, abbreviated skirt, to a quiet and somewhat 
darkened corner that partially faced him. Her movements were like the smooth 
flow of rare silk in the riffle of a breeze and she knew this, just as she 
was conscious of her full rounded thighs and exquisitely tapered calves 
encased in their glistening black nylon sheaths provoking his gaze 
libidinously. Such had been her intentions, but she'd had no idea before 
entering what the prospects might be, and now a fearful little tingle of 
excitement played inside her. 

She was Heather Payne, Rand-Harbor socialite and frustrated wife, but the 
hotel register listed her as Miss Heather Garnett from Seattle, a buyer of 
women's apparel for a chain of exclusive boutiques known as Charmaine's, 
Inc., a company as fictitious as the pseudonym she'd chosen. It was a 
precaution, perhaps unnecessary, but it lessened the possibilities of 
Russell ever discovering the truth. She loved her husband too dearly to even 
conceive of hurting him; it wasn't as if this sort of thing was a steady 
diet with her. Lord, three times in nineteen years of married life ... not 
exactly a harlot's record, she mused, tugging delicately at long black 
gloves, ignoring the attractive young man's intense eyes as her own swept 
the rather quiet, softly lighted oasis in a glance. 

Three older men in business suits sat at the bar together, plus her young 
man at the far end who had found himself a stool that commanded a view of 
the entire room. A barman in a short red jacket with gold buttons operated 
behind the leather-padded affair, and a slender girl with bony knees, 
wearing a cute little red micro-mini outfit, served the tables. Heather 
watched her approach. She had long blonde hair and full, pointed breasts ... 
it was too bad about her knees, she thought absently. 

The girl was pleasant and openly pleased when Heather complimented her 
cascading golden locks. She ordered an Old-Fashioned and drew further 
conversation from the girl purposely to establish herself; the young man 
would undoubtedly question her at the first opportunity, his stool being 
next to her station at the bar. 

"Are you staying with us, Miss?" the waitress, who had said her name was 
Sally, questioned. 

"For a few days," Heather replied casually, displaying her lovely even teeth 
in a warm smile that was meant more for the young man's benefit than 
Sally's. "Business ... I'm a buyer for Charmaine's in Seattle, but I don't 
get to visit Los Angeles very often. Usually, I'm either in Chicago or New 
York, yet, I love your city the best ... I just wish I knew it better." 

"You should take one of the sight-seeing tours, Miss Garnett," Sally 
advised. "They leave right from the hotel lobby ... in fact, I think there's 
one this afternoon..." 

"Oh Lord, I'm too tired for that today," Heather replied with a little sigh, 
letting her eyes flicker a quick glance in the young man's direction. He was 
still watching her pointedly and the tingling increased in her belly. "But 
I'll keep it in mind, Sally." 

The blonde smiled, revealing her need of dental attention. "I'll get you 
your drink," she said. 

Heather watched her weave her way between the tables back to the bar while 
she fumbled in her purse for cigarettes. The young man's almost fixed stare 
was making her nervous; her hands were trembling ... in fact she was 
quivering all over. God, she hoped he couldn't tell from where he sat ... 
Just think of something else until she calmed down, that was the idea ... It 
was a shame about Sally's teeth and knees ... How lucky she herself was with 
her shapely physical endowments, her near-perfect teeth, her ivory-like 
skin; she knew that she actually looked younger than Sally who was probably 
in her early twenties ... and she was two months past thirty-nine. She 
wondered proudly if there was a man in that room who could guess the truth? 
She smiled to herself; some of her nervousness had passed. 

It always pleased Heather to think of her body; "darling ... it's a 
breathtaking compilation of erotic contours and enticing hollows, a splendid 
temple of love..." her Russ never stopped telling her, nor did she ever stop 
loving to hear him say it. Lord, how she adored him ... had always loved 
him, and there was never any question in her mind but what he was completely 
in love with her. His gentleness, kindness ... his never ending devotion, 
those were the proof ... God ... if it were not for that one horrifying 
thing... 

There! She knew it ... the young man was questioning Sally! Her tummy 
churned and she was trembling again. He had a pleasing smile, nice square 
teeth, sort of a bronze complected skin in the bar-light, and black, wavy 
hair ... but those long, low sideburns ... pork chops, she thought they 
called them ... If he belonged to her, she'd insist he shave them off ... 
His eyes were either blue or gray, his shoulders broad, and he wore his dark 
tailored suit well. He had to be a salesman or representative of some 
description ... and there was a wedding-ring on his third-finger, left hand 
... she could see it from where she sat. Her eyes dropped to her own hand. 
She'd remembered to take them off, but their long reigning presence was 
still obvious, which was why she'd slipped on the large costume-jewelry 
bauble that Russ had given her at Christmas time in their place. 

A pinched little void suddenly gaped in her belly at the thought of removing 
her wedding rings, and then she quickly reminded herself that it was done in 
reverence, never lack of love ... but to do what she had in mind while 
wearing the uniting rings of this husband she loved with all of her heart 
and soul ... it'd be blasphemy! She couldn't! Oh Russ ... I love you so 
much! But who'd believe it if they could see her at that very moment, 
entertaining all the intentions in the world of trying to seduce the first 
strange man she could find... 

"Miss Garnett," Sally said, interrupting her thoughts, "the young gentleman 
at the bar sent you this drink with his compliments." 

"Oh . . ? " Heather replied, pretending surprise. She glanced over at him, 
smileless, then up at Sally. "Why? I don't believe I know him ... do I?" 

"I doubt it, Miss. He's from Detroit, some sort of representative for a 
computer company or something. His name is Dan Reynolds and he stays here at 
the Beverly Grand often. He's really very nice, Miss Garnett ... and he'd 
like to meet you..." 

"Meet me?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Sally replied, wondering why she should suddenly feel so 
damned out of line. She'd certainly played the intermediate enough times on 
similar occasions ... and who the hell did this voluptuous doll think she 
was kidding, anyway? She'd been pouring eyes at Dan ever since she spotted 
him there... 

"Well ... if you know him, Sally ... and you say he's all right ... I guess 
it won't do any harm to meet him," Heather said, uncertainty noticeable in 
her voice. "I mean ... he won't get the idea that I'm a pickup will he . . ? 
" 

"Oh, I'm sure he won't, Miss Garnett," Sally said, and for a moment Heather 
wondered if she'd detected a trace of mockery in her tone. "Dan's a nice 
guy, a real gentleman. He's taken me home a few times, and ... well, believe 
me, he's a perfect gentleman ... almost too perfect. . . " 

Heather smiled broadly. She wanted Dan Reynolds to see it and he did, then, 
she nodded at Sally. "All right, tell Mr. Reynolds he may join me if he 
cares to." 

The blonde waitress nodded and swung away, while the little sensation of 
excitement that had been playing inside Heather suddenly lost some of its 
appeal. So, he'd been out with that little loosetailed bitch with her bony 
knees and bad teeth, she thought angrily. No doubt why, either ... nor that 
she'd probably given him everything he wanted. He certainly wasn't very 
goddamned particular if he'd gone to bed with her; he must've been hard-up. 
Well, if he thought he could walk over to her and turn on his cheap charm 
with object, seduction, he was going to be greatly surprised. She was no low 
caste pub stewardess and she'd let him know that right from the beginning. 
God ... he wasn't fit to lick Russ' boots! 

"Hello ... I'm Dan Reynolds," he said, smiling handsomely down at her. "I 
hope you won't think me too presumptuous, Miss Garnett.. ? " 

Heather laughed, showing her pretty teeth and eyes at their peak 
provocativeness. "Not if you live up to Sally's recommendation, Mr. 
Reynolds," she said, nodding toward the chair. "Please, sit down ... and 
thank you for the drink..." 

* * * 

Russell Payne couldn't concentrate on the work before him and that was a 
rarity. The world of advertising with its catchy phrases and glib gimmicked 
slogans had been his life; when all else around him seemed to fall apart 
he'd always had his work to lose himself in, but it was no good today. He 
sat behind the huge desk in his luxurious office, staring at the words on 
the paper and not seeing them. Irritably, he pushed his high-back 
swivel-chair away and spun around to stare absently out the window 
overlooking the street three floors below. Beyond several blocks of 
rooftops, he could see the Pacific, blue and inviting. He loved the sight. 
Rand-Harbor, like Payne-Douglas, were his pet projects. He'd done much in 
his nineteen years in this little coastal suburb to promote it. Heather 
loved it too, he knew, and that's what made it all worth while ... but his 
wife was some fifty miles out of his reach at that very moment, and that was 
why he felt turned inside out. 

He was a big man, heavy shouldered and square-jawed with classic Greek 
features. Women had called him handsome ... still did in his fiftieth year, 
but then, as he knew, not even a keen eye could guess the number of those 
many summers. Forty-two ... three ... no older they'd say, and did. He could 
care less. Vanity had never been his hang-up. Heather knew the truth ... and 
she was all that counted. 

Christ, he couldn't help his feeling of emptiness. She'd wanted to take this 
goddamned shopping trip ... go to L.A., she'd said, and just do it her own 
way. What the hell could he say? There'd been that magnificent excitement 
dancing in those dark eyes of hers. He couldn't remember when she'd done it 
before ... some six, seven, nine years ago, maybe ... but the first time had 
been in the second year of their marriage. Anyway, it wasn't that he didn't 
trust her; Christ, he'd trust her with his bare heart in her open hands; it 
was just the goddamned being without her. 

The house'd be like a tomb! Hell, ... he just wouldn't go home. He'd go to 
the club, drink too much, steam himself like a clam and sleep it all away 
... but she was going to be gone two, maybe, three days, she'd said. Hell, 
it was a lifetime without her. 

He stood, unbending his better than six feet of trim, muscular flesh, and 
walked aimlessly, slowly, almost lumbering about the massive chamber. Most 
men that he knew would be elated over the fact that their wives were going 
to be away for several days, he mused. But he knew their wives; it was all 
understandable. They didn't have Heather. 

Nineteen years! Was it possible? And she was more lovely, more delectable, 
than when he'd first met her all those college semesters ago ... Her 
wonderful parents ... San Francisco ... the times they'd had! Boys and girls 
hadn't taken each other's pants down so promiscuously in those days had 
they? Too bad! If they had she might've known the monstrosity she was 
getting ... because in his own gullibility he hadn't realized it himself! 

He went to the small corner bar and poured himself straight bourbon over 
ice. Christ, it wasn't conceivable, he thought. Even in the army he'd never 
compared ... never, never realized! And here he was at fifty with a prick no 
woman could take! 

Shit! Face it man! You know what she's doing! Tell yourself whatever you 
like ... use all kinds of excuses ... but why the hell else is she away from 
you tonight? Just ... just hope and pray she doesn't meet someone she can 
fall in love with! Masturbation and pussy-licking can't hold her forever, 
not even after nineteen years! Fuck, you guessed that a long time ago, Mr. 
Payne! Someday, you said, she's bound to search for a normal man to fill 
that magnificent little vagina of hers! Hell, she's like a virgin! She'll 
search, just as she did those six, seven, nine years ago, then told you in 
tears of shame about it. You thought you'd die with the pain in your heart, 
didn't you? Well, you survived that, just as you did the second year of your 
marriage when she did it the first time, and when she told you, you even 
contemplated suicide! You survived those nails in your flesh, and you'll 
weather this . . ! Christ, can you blame her? Did you blame her before? No! 
And you don't ! ... Oh God, I love her so ... and I know she loves me! She 
doesn't want another man ... any man ... she wants me! Me! Fuck! Why've I 
got to be cursed this way...? Why ... WHY? 

He went back to his chair and slumped heavily into it. He told himself what 
he was visualizing concerning her was not necessarily true ... but he didn't 
believe it; yet, it helped console him momentarily. Even so, that wasn't the 
issue in its entirety. He was no longer a young stud laying claim to his 
mate. Christ! They'd been married nineteen years! He could endure, even 
understand her having sex with a normal man, but the horror was that he 
could foresee no future for them together, no sensual loveliness ... and in 
God's name, what was left? He'd practically driven himself crazy over the 
years, trying to snuff out his own virile desires, but could he expect her 
to do the same? She'd endured nearly two decades already, while doctors had 
smiled at him, joked, even suggested he buy a mare! Funny! But he'd never 
laughed. From the night of their wedding to this, he'd never laughed about 
it. 

A little better than nine inches of cock, near three inches in diameter 
across the head, was no laughing matter! When it stood erect, as it did more 
than four-fifths of his days and nights, it resembled some medieval 
implement of torment, but his Heather would caress it, kiss it and stroke it 
for him, had even tried to accept the tremendous ejaculation of semen that 
burst from his huge balls while she clung to it with both hands, working its 
thick foreskin up and down. Damn, she loved him and he knew it! But she 
couldn't take it inside her ... no woman had ever really been able to do 
that. Even so, she'd tried, placing its heavy knob at the mouth of her tiny 
sanctuary, wanting it, begging him to try ... and then, she'd scream... 

Whores had screamed too. But of all the motley group he'd ever known ... 
there hadn't been many 

 ... the girl who called herself Lana was the one who still lived in his 
mind. Lana ... let's see, that had to be five, six years ago when he'd gone 
to the convention in Chicago... 

Whether she'd been a true professional prostitute, he wasn't certain, but 
she'd worked one of the booths at night, and had performed as a typist, 
freelancing, through the day. That's how he'd met her. 

She'd come to his room, quickly and efficiently set herself up ... and he'd 
been quite drunk. Now, thinking back on it, he wondered if he hadn't been 
well into the bottle, would he've tried it? 

She was young, no more than twenty, long auburn hair and green eyes. 
Freckles spattered her nose and her lips were full and red like virgin 
fruit. There were imps in her green-eyes, and her skirt was three-inches too 
short for any typist, say nothing of the firm, pointed fullness of her 
breasts that were expanding the front of her blouse unreasonably. He walked 
around the room, his prick jerking in his trouser-leg every time he looked 
at her. 

Suddenly, right in the middle of her tempestuous typing, he'd said: "Would 
you like a drink ... ah, Lana, isn't it?" 

She twisted her pretty head to look at him; she was smiling. "I'd love it," 
she said. "And yes, it's Lana, but call me whatever you like." 

"How about Honey?" 

"Oh ... I love that, Mr. Payne. And I'll call you, Baby." 

His prick lurched. There wasn't any question; she could be had. He grinned 
at the back of her head. She was typing diligently. What a gem, he'd thought 
... and why the hell not? Maybe she could take him! Fuck, she had the erotic 
hips for it! And Christ knows, if ever a man needed a woman, he did! He'd 
made her a drink and handed it to her... 

Now, thinking about it, he remembered that she'd looked no younger than his 
wife, even though there had to have been at least fifteen-years difference 
in their ages. And then, it had struck him ... no wonder Heather looked so 
young, as did he, himself! They'd never dissipated themselves, even known 
what true lovemaking was! Maybe there was something in that ... maybe not. 
Anyway, Lana'd gladly accepted the drink, smiling up at him, reminding him 
of his own young Payne-Douglas girls and their initial passes before they 
backed off. The older, it seemed, told the younger that he was not to be had 
in his own company; he was, in the vernacular, a "square," and he was proud 
of it. He'd never made a play for his girls; it was bad business, so, they 
called him "Old Rusty." 

Of course, Ethan, his makeshift partner did, but he didn't blame him. Ethan 
was a bachelor and entitled to whatever he could get. Handsome, forty, what 
more could a girl ask? Except ... he was a fraud and a goddamned embezzler! 
But that was another story... 

"How soon do you want this out ... Baby?" Lana'd asked him, stopping long 
enough to tilt the drink to her full lips. 

"No hurry, Honey," he'd said, moving up behind her to play with her 
below-the-shoulder length auburn locks while his cock danced inside his 
pant-leg. "As a matter-of-fact, it's almost six o'clock ... quitting time. 
Why don't we enjoy some cocktails and have dinner sent up ... then, we can 
either watch television ... or think of something else." 

Lana laughed. "It sounds divine, Baby ... and, in the meantime, I'll try to 
think of some other diversion for us." 

Russ kissed her. It was an upside down arrangement, him bending over her 
where she sat at the table, and she managing to adjust herself accordingly, 
slipping her tiny tongue into his mouth while he caressed her breasts from 
the strained position. 

Later, after they'd eaten and were still more than a little drunk, she'd 
taken off her clothes and he'd damn near lost his load down his pant-leg ... 
she was that lovely... 

Russ shook his head, as if to throw off the cobwebs of memory. He picked up 
a pencil and tossed it down again. No use; he couldn't work. Shit, as usual, 
his prick was lengthening ... just the thought of pussy did that ... just 
the memory of Lana ... But there were other things that needed his attention 
more ... he had to make some sort of change, or lose Heather entirely. It 
was in the books! 

As far as the company was concerned, he didn't give a damn. Let Ethan keep 
up his till-dipping; it really made no goddamned difference to him. He 
certainly had enough. Poor Ethan ... The man had been born to enjoy luxury. 
Of course, he wasn't his partner, only a stand-in, and that simply because 
he and Reed Douglas hadn't had a contract. If it wasn't for Michele, he'd 
dump the whole thing right into Ethan's lap! 

There was no doubt in his mind but what Ethan would lose it, but Michele was 
a shrewd young gal. The Douglas end of the firm was her inheritance and she 
was educated ... she just might take hold... 

Maybe, she had some of her father in her. It was rather hard to visualize, 
knowing the wild type of young woman she was ... but just maybe. There was 
no hope for Payne-Douglas with Ethan at its helm. Ethan Douglas was 
worthless ... had moved into the picture as Michele's guardian after Reed 
and Sara's accidental deaths, when pretty little Michele was five years 
younger and he, Russ, had thought of himself as her protector. God, that had 
soon died! She'd made it known she was perfectly happy with her father's 
younger brother, and that he'd look after her interests. Maybe he had, but 
Russ couldn't see where. Michele was wild, and Ethan nothing more than a 
playboy ... although he liked the bastard. And then, Ethan started dipping 
into the till... 

To hell with that! He jumped up, went to the bar and grasped the bottle, 
raising it to his lips. For a moment, he gasped, then straightened to pour 
more bourbon over ice. Shit, he was going to get drunk! 

Maybe ... maybe, he'd even find a whore someplace ! Let Heather play her 
game! Goddamn ... he wished he had his little Lana ... he'd beg her to make 
love to him... 

She had that night, hadn't she? Man, she sure had before he'd showed it to 
her ... and even tried after.. ! 

"Baby! Take everything off, not just your shirt! It's your prick I want to 
see!" she'd said, lying naked on the bed, her luscious, white soft thighs 
spread obscenely, her tight-lipped, reddish, hair-covered young cunt 
completely exposed in all of its loveliness before him. "Don't be bashful, 
Baby! Come on! Honey needs some lovin'! " 

He had ... he'd kicked off his pants and shorts, unleashing his powerful 
organ and she'd just lain there staring at it, as if in disbelief. 

"Oh ... oh ... holy God! Is it real!" she'd gasped, looking at it, then 
flashing her eyes up at his in amazement. "You're wearing something. . ? " 

"No! That's it! You wanted it ... there it is!" Russ spat. "Now what? Going 
to whimper for me?" 

"God ... God almighty! Honest, Baby ... I've never seen anything like that! 
It's frightening! I mean ... I've taken big men ... but ... but ... this is 
fantastic! I can't! Honest! I know ... I never could take that, B-B-Baby! 
I-It must be six or seven inches around! It'd tear me to pieces! God, I-I've 
never seen such a cock!" 

"Kiss it! You hear me! Kiss it, now!" he snapped, moving over the edge of 
the bed toward her and holding the large blood-filled shaft in his hand near 
her face. "Kiss it and lick it! All the way down to my balls! Don't stop 
until I tell you to! Just keep licking and kissing.. ! " 

She'd grabbed it then between both hands, holding it tightly. "Oh ... oh, 
Baby ... it's a beautiful thing ... I love it already ... but what can a 
girl do with it?" 

He'd felt like some inhuman beast standing there spread-legged with his 
heavy rod of flesh poling out from his loins, its huge satiny head 
glistening moistly when she slid back the thick foreskin with both hands to 
reveal the almost angry purplish flesh, her eyes sparkling excitedly as she 
pressed her pretty mouth close to it, opened her lips and flicked her tiny 
pink tongue out to stab and lick at the tiny split at the tip where several 
drops of his lubricating fluid had oozed forth. The strong muscles of his 
stomach contracted at the erotic contact and he grunted drunkenly, a lusty 
chill of delight charging up his spine. 

She moaned as if mesmerized, her small soft hands continuing to caress and 
stroke its swollen thick shaft, smoothing their way along until they reached 
his sperm-bloated balls to cup and cradle them warmly in their palms, while 
her lush red lips opened and she pressed her mouth over its pulsing knob in 
a warm, moist pressure that engulfed it just beyond the ridge of its coronal 
rim. Christ, he thought, her pretty little mouth and cheeks were as bloated 
as if she'd shoved an apple inside her face ... and then he felt her tongue 
working furiously in a swirling motion that immediately set his balls to 
churning inside. 

She lay on her stomach, crossways of the bed, raised on her elbows with her 
hands gently milking at the softness of his testicles, her lovely lips 
stretched wide and almost white with his massive cock and she hummed and 
mewled with closed eyes as she sucked him, while he stood there, his legs 
beginning to tremble from the sensations she was raising in his loins and 
belly, his big hands tenderly caressing the top of her silken hair falling 
around her shoulders and back, its auburn beauty contrasting enticingly with 
the milky-white of her smooth flesh. He could see a portion of both her 
full, pink crested breasts jutting forward, their tiny nipples hard and 
distended like little marbles, and he stared at the hollow of her back where 
it narrowed into a slender, near-hand-span waist, then flared out in a 
rounded swell of young provocative hips and creamy-soft globular buttocks, 
the cleft separating them deep, dark and inviting. Her generous, satin-like 
white thighs were spread, with her legs bent back at the knees, alternately 
moving up and down in obvious pleasure, and he found himself further 
stimulated by the soft pink flesh of the wrinkled soles of her feet when she 
curled her toes in her unconcealed sensual delight. 

Damn! He had to have more ... see her cunt and play with it ... lick and 
suck it! He eased his prick out of her mouth and she whimpered, grasping it 
again with both hands. 

"Aren't I doing it all right, Baby?" she half-whined, staring up at him with 
imploring eyes. "Please ... in a minute I'll be able to take more of it ... 
it's so big and beautiful..." 

"I want your pussy!" Russ choked, crawling upside onto the bed toward her 
feet while she continued to cling to his cock. He moved onto his back and 
lifted her by the hips into the sixty-nine position as if she were a child, 
until her naked cunt was directly over him. She spread her thighs wide open 
to him, placing her knees snug to his ribs, then pressed her open loins back 
over his face, a quivering moan of anticipation escaping her ... and then 
she was licking his hardened cock and fondling his balls again ... at last, 
mouthing it with a warm and moist sucking urgency that caused his rectum to 
tingle and clench together in time with her sucking. 

His brain swam with the drunken lust that had seized complete control over 
him. Nothing or no one in the world mattered, only the building sensations 
in his belly and loins, and the delicious young creature who was obscenely 
straddling him upside down, sucking his cock eagerly while he stared in 
salacious lechery at the delectable vision up between her widespread thighs 
with its soft reddish pubic hair lining the fleshy lips of her moist pink 
slit. With his thumbs, he slowly parted the pubic hair and drew the tender 
fleshy flanges apart, feeling the shudder course through her as he exposed 
the dampened coral fissure to his greedy eyes, the sensitive raw flesh 
glistening with tiny pearl--likedroplets of female cum her passion had 
aroused. He raised his mouth to the warm pulsating vaginal lips and licked 
them with trembling tongue, licked and circled their edges, then laved 
through the hot, velvety flesh, his moisture mingling with her own as she 
moaned and sucked licentiously around his throbbing cock. 

He could see nothing up through the arch of her open thighs but her full 
round breasts gently swinging, their hardened nipples brushing against his 
stomach, yet he could imagine her passion contorted face and the thickness 
of his shaft thrust between her sucking lips. Then, suddenly, her buttocks 
began to undulate sensuously for attention as she increased the twirling of 
her tongue around the moist, rubbery thickness of his huge cock's 
blood-inflated head. 

He cupped his hands up over the full round cheeks of her young buttocks and 
drew her down to him, thrusting his tongue deep up into her warm moist 
vagina, causing a humming sound from her throat to vibrate against his prick 
in her tantalizingly sucking mouth, as she screwed her quivering cunt down 
onto his wildly spiraling tongue. He felt her lips begin to work up and down 
on his heavy rod in a lewd, jerking rhythm, his loins tensing and jerking as 
he realized that she was trying desperately to take more and more of it into 
her mouth. It's head throbbed and jumped with the nerve-tingling lick of her 
tongue on every stroke, and he imagined the pink flesh of her lips being 
pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the thick shaft as she sucked 
voraciously, her mind feverish with the salacity of the act. He felt her 
breasts jerk and dance against his naked belly from the short up and down 
motion of her pumping torso, and momentarily he envisioned Heather; it was 
her cunt his tongue was slithering in and out of, and the small hair-fringed 
elastic hole his mouth was glued to belonged to her ... she was sucking him 
the way she always sucked him ... because she couldn't take him any other 
way ... no woman could . . ! 

Abruptly, he stopped, lifted her off him and sat up. She still clung to his 
prick, looking back at him in surprise. 

"Oh God, Baby ... why'd you stop?" she gasped. "It was beautiful. . . " 

"I want to get fucked ... not sucked!" Russ exclaimed, his brain reeling 
drunkenly. He struggled up to his knees while she fell back, her eyes 
widening fearfully. 

"Baby ... I can't ... I just can't take it there ... it's too big, Darling!" 
she said, shaking her head in growing apprehension. "It'd rip me...!" 

"I'll give you five-hundred dollars!" Russ gasped. "I will ... let me fuck 
you ... five-hundred dollars, Honey..." 

Lana stared at him; she could barely believe her ears. Five-hundred dollars! 
Christ, she'd fuck a bear for that kind of money! But that wasn't the point 
... She turned her gaze again onto his horrendous prick. Good God, it was a 
magnificent spectacle, and she'd wanted it to blow its hot load in her mouth 
and throat, to swallow its thick tangy sperm deep into her belly ... It was 
all crazy! Usually, a John had to pay her plenty to suck him, but here was 
this tremendous hunk of male ready to part with ten-times her usual fee to 
take it between the legs ... Only damn ... could she? Well, she could 
certainly give it a go . . ! 

"A-All right, Baby ... I'll try," she said, licking at her lips as she 
slowly moved around in the bed and lay back on the pillow, spreading her 
soft white thighs wide apart, her moist pink cunt flowering lasciviously 
open before him. "But God, promise me you'll take it easy, and stop if I 
tell you to ... I mean, ... I want to, Baby ... I really want it.. ! " 

He moved between her legs and raised himself on hands and knees. He'd hardly 
heard a word she'd said. His prick throbbed insanely and his balls ached in 
their need. He was stupidly drunk, so much so that he could barely 
distinguish her facial features. 

"Take it and put it in!" he slurred gutturally. "Hurry! Nuzzle it in there!" 

She did, grasping it with both hands, her slender fingers not long enough to 
completely encircle it. She held her breath and worked its satiny head up 
and down, splaying the flushed lips of the moist, sensitive flesh, finally 
placing the mushroomed tip at the dilated mouth of her small vagina. Again, 
she sucked in her breath... 

"Oh God, Baby ... I don't know ... please, be gentle ... just a little bit 
at first...! " 

Russ'd never heard her. He was staring at her but not listening. He gaped 
down at the sight of his huge cock poised at the gate of her tender young 
cuntal hole, her alluring crotch widespread before him, her thighs slightly 
drawn back, and from somewhere, a ray of light played in the cop-perish 
strands of her silken pubic-hair and reflected glisteningly against the 
pink, raw flesh of her cunt. A wild sensation of lust raced through him and 
he flexed his hips, lowering his strong body simultaneously, plunging the 
first three inches of his devastating shaft into her with a scraping, 
expanding, near-brutal force ... and she screamed! 

"Ohhh! AAAuuuggghhhhhhhh! My God almighty! Stop! Stop! Damn you! Take it out 
... out!" she screeched in squirming, head-rolling agony. "Please! Out! 
Ooohhhhh ... you've ripped me ... you've torn me, damn you...!" 

She fought him like an inspired she-cat ... her nails ripping into the flesh 
of his chest and raking upward toward his face, her teeth clenched, her 
lovely body writhing and jerking in its attempt to spit his impaling prick 
from the wide-stretched hole between her legs. 

He was drunk, but not so drunk as to be unaware of the shrilling intensity 
of her screams. He jerked out of her and fell back on his haunches. It was 
no goddamned use! No woman alive could take him ... not even for ten times 
five-hundred dollars. He looked down at her! she was crying, still tossing 
her head back and forth and whining into her hands. 

He climbed off her and sat up on the edge of the bed. The room swam and he 
wiped at his eyes, while his prick began to deflate in a hopeless, almost 
woeful state of limpness. Suddenly, he was numb inside, his raging desire of 
a moment before as squelched as if he'd been keel-hauled in ice-water. He 
felt her move behind him, and then her hand was on his arm. 

"B-Baby ... I'm sorry," she partially whispered, her voice quivering. "I ... 
I ... my God ... it hurt so ... I couldn't take it ... Please, Baby ... let 
me suck it for you...?" 

"No! No ... get dressed and leave," he'd said, getting to his own feet and 
staggering toward his clothes. "I-I'll give you a hundred for your 
troubles..." 

"But, Darling ... I want to...! " 

"Out, I said! Dammit, get out!" 

She had of course, never saying another word to him, not even looking at him 
nor thanking him when he'd given her the money, and he'd never seen her 
again ... She'd been the last of his whore escapades; something had happened 
to him that night to drain zealous Satyriasis from his loins ... perhaps 
it'd been the look of shocked horror on her pretty face when he'd lunged 
into her ... but there the quest ended; the woman didn't exist who could 
take him ... and God knows, he didn't want to kill some poor young girl.... 

He sat now, staring out toward the Pacific, watching the sun getting ready 
to set. He wished to Christ he hadn't drank the liquor; it never helped ... 
only stimulated him. His massive rod was like a sash-weight in his pant-leg. 
Damn! Damn! Damn! Where was his Heather right at that miserable moment ... ? 

 CHAPTER 2 

Dan Reynolds was not a drinker, a rarity that Heather thought remarkably 
unusual for a traveling man. He had ordered plain ginger ale to her second 
Old Fashioned, and while she was beginning to enjoy a gentle, golden 
mellowness, it occurred to her that he seemed as buoyantly elevated as was 
she, in fact, there was a rakish gleam to his discerning gray eyes that both 
alarmed and excited her ... although she couldn't imagine why she should be 
apprehensive ... wasn't that the purpose of the whole trip ... a very much 
needed affair with the right man if she could find him? And she had; she 
felt quite certain of that. Dan Reynolds was young and handsome, a perfect 
gentleman so far, as Sally had said; God, yes, he appealed to her in every 
way ... but what was next? 

She'd forced thoughts of Russell from her mind; the drinks helped, which was 
why she'd downed the first one quickly and ordered the second, while Dan 
Reynolds went off to the men's room. Quickly, in his absence, she reviewed 
the situation. 

He'd surprised her with his honesty, telling her right away that he was 
happily married five years and had two sons, then showing her their 
pictures. His wife was an attractive blonde girl in her early twenties and 
his boys the image of him. He seemed very proud, admitting his love for them 
and hinting at the marvelous sexual harmony and understanding he enjoyed 
with his wife. They practiced the new concepts in their marriage, he'd told 
her, putting down all of the old and the prudish, believing wholeheartedly 
in the extra curricular affair or neighborly swap as the needed spice to 
make their own marriage more exciting. 

Heather had listened with near-flushed cheeks, sensually aroused by his 
frank disclosures of their intimate married life, knowing that such things 
really did go on among intelligent couples everywhere, but the mere thought 
of Russell and herself doing such a thing sent a little wave of repulsion 
through her. The idea of her Russ making love ... or trying to with another 
woman seemed nauseously intolerable; she could never endure the 
heartbreaking shame ... But, of course, there was no need for worry in that 
respect; her Russell wasn't about to have any affairs ... not with his 
affliction. No woman living could take him ... which was why she was here 
right now, wasn't it ... ? 

Oh Darling, I love you so much! I do, I do! But I'm a woman ... a 
warm-blooded, sensual woman . . ! Oh God, Darling forgive me . . ! 

Dan Reynold's reappearance, crossing the dimly lighted room toward her, 
interrupted her thoughts. Lord, he was handsome, gigoloish in a way, the 
sight of his half-smile causing tiny little tingles to ferment inside her. 
She knew she should feel cheap and tawdry, but she didn't. 

"I ordered you another ginger-ale," she said with a smile, paying particular 
attention to the now, near-lustful gleam in his dilated eyes. 

"Thanks," he said, easing into the chair across from her. He grinned. "That 
surprises you, doesn't it ... the ginger-ale, I mean?" 

"Well ... frankly, yes. I thought all traveling men were inbred drinkers," 
Heather replied, sipping from her own glass. "But you've changed my mind..." 

"Oh, don't get the wrong impression, Heather," he said. "It's just that I 
don't like those morning-after hangovers. I turn-on, but like every thing 
else, not the conventional way ... like right now, Baby ... I'm as high as 
you are ... Grass ... ever tried it?" 

Heather stared at him, sensing the little furrows suddenly lining her 
forehead. That was it ... what he'd been doing! He'd gone to the men's room 
to smoke marijuana! He was doped . . ! 

"Oh man, I can see by that look in your eye that you're ready to put me 
down," he said, shaking his head sadly. "And that really isn't fair, is it, 
Miss Garnett?" 

"Marijuana ... grass as you call it, is against the law, Mr. Reynolds. 
Liquor isn't," Heather said, stating a fact, but not angrily. She was more 
disappointed than anything; certainly, nothing could come from their 
relationship now could it? Not with her knowing this. 

"Many things are opposite the law, Honey," he answered her calmly. "But that 
doesn't make them bad. The drinking of booze was once an offense, like 
gambling, prostitution ... or just mere adultery." 

Heather's dark eyes centered on him quickly. She'd sensed a particular 
meaning in his last words. He was still throwing that disarming smile at 
her, but abruptly, she realized that she wasn't fooling him at all. They 
were playing a game according to the rules of convention: the introduction, 
cocktails, dinner, perhaps dancing, and then ... his room or yours, Heather? 
She swallowed tightly. 

"I-I've never tried it," she said, her gaze level with his. "That doesn't 
make me much of a judge, does it?" 

He smiled. "No," he said. "But now, you surprise me, Heather. A lovely woman 
traveler ... never having tried pot in this day and age . . ? " 

Heather returned his smile, her brain racing rapidly. She wanted to maintain 
this identity ... had to think of Russell. She said: "Perhaps, it's time I 
did, Mr. Reynolds." 

She watched the glint sparkle and dance in his gray eyes. "Perhaps, it is," 
he said, huskily. "W-Why don't we go up to my room for some privacy? Later 
... if we don't feel like going out, we'll have dinner sent up. Just enjoy a 
relaxing, fellow-salesman evening together. Would ... would you like that? 

Heather felt as if she might burst inside. Her belly was alive with 
fantastic sensations of excitement, and now her loins had begun to titillate 
galvanically. She realized that it was all wrong, that she should feel 
ashamed and degraded for even listening to his proposal, but she didn't ... 
nor could she think of anything else but the tremendous need eating at her, 
the unfulfilled desire permeating her loins now as it had for near-twenty 
years! Dear God, she had to ... had to! 

"Yes, Dan ... I think I'd like that very much," she heard herself say, and 
then his strong big hand slipped across the table and covered hers warmly. 

* * * 

Outside of his hotel-room door, last second misgivings had caused Heather to 
hesitate. It was wrong ... completely and totally wrong! Russ tried to break 
out of the sealed recess in her brain where she'd imprisoned him, and might 
have had not her handsome young escort handled it so gallantly. He guided 
her with his hand gently but firmly attached to her elbow, perhaps sensing 
her repressed anxiety, and suddenly they were inside while he continued with 
a suave flow of light conversation that she let conciliate her. 

Momentarily, he left the door open behind them, setting her further at ease 
as he walked her to one of the two comfortable overstuffed chairs that were 
partially facing one another. Slowly, she lowered herself into one, 
gracefully manipulating her shapely, nylon-covered legs beneath the tiny 
skirt to an angle of delicate propriety, but hardly eliminating their 
enticing loveliness from his view. At the moment, she almost wished that she 
could; it was wrong ... wrong! But she couldn't seem to help herself.. ! 

Suddenly, he bent down over her, placing his hands on the arms of the chair, 
smiling tolerantly, his eyes searching hers. "There's nothing to be 
frightened of, you know. Contrary to what you hear, a little pot won't turn 
you into a mad-dog..." 

He continued to smile; of course, he was avoiding the real issue ... 
pretending her uneasiness was caused by the thought of smoking the weed 
rather than by the actual reason for their being there, and she appreciated 
that. He was more than just a gentleman; he was a very thoughtful and smooth 
amorist ... if that was the word she wanted... 

"I-I'm not much of an adventuress," she replied levelly, her dark eyes fixed 
on his while minute prickling sensations rippled through her belly. "First 
times always frighten me." 

"Then ... we'll take it nice and slow," he half-whispered, easing forward 
and gently brushing his lips against her receptive mouth. Then, he 
straightened, casually walking back to close the door while he' talked of 
unrelated things in his pleasant manner. She hardly heard him, yet seemed to 
come up with appropriate answers and in an even-toned voice that surprised 
her. God, the anticipation was becoming almost unbearable; her mind was 
reaching a state of utter confusion ... of frustrated want and need at war 
with the thought-forces of the husband she truly loved ... Dear Lord! She 
knew she should jump up and run out of there ... but she didn't ... and 
then, he was handing her a little brown-papered cigarette...! 

He sat on the edge of the chair across from her and held out a lighter. 
"This is really hash ... the finest you can lay hands on in this country ... 
Just take it gently at first ... that's it ... now hold it in your lungs ... 
fine..." 

Heather decided that it had a strange but not unpleasant taste to her. She 
took more the second time, inhaling deeper and holding it longer. After 
several more, she hardly noticed it going down; the next one she held as 
long as she could. Almost immediately, she felt that her vision was 
affected. Dan Reynolds seemed a great distance away from her, his smile far 
off, his voice even farther. 

"How do you feel, Baby?" he asked her. "Wow ... as if I were flying ... or 
... or maybe just smooth and soft ... like velvet," Heather said, laughing a 
little and quite astonished at the overall sensation of laxity that had 
seemed to engulf her. "So ... so relaxed ... I've never felt so relaxed..." 

He waited for a few moments until she'd taken several more drags, enjoying 
their effects, while his eyes roamed over her. Christ, she was a delectable 
charmer, he reflected, his sight engorged lustily with the soft fullness of 
her rounded thighs that the tiny skirt could only enhance provocatively. She 
had already lost a large measure of her earlier modesty, letting her thighs 
fall slightly open, the darkened area between and beyond intriguing him 
licentiously, Damn, she was more than a charmer ... she was a real 
voluptuous little bitch, with an exotic face to match those breathtaking 
tits and hips ... and whatever in hell else she was, she lacked the 
coarseness of a traveling sales gal; nor was she a whore ... Probably a 
frustrated little wife ... of indeterminable age, too ... maybe twenty-eight 
or nine ... lovely ... absolutely lovely ... Fuck, his prick was already 
lengthening inside his pants at the mere thought of getting her naked . . ! 

Before her, Dan Reynolds seemed to float to his feet; she watched him 
languidly, yet certain that she was fully aware of everything taking place 
around her ... and then, he was holding out his hands to her. She stared up 
into his handsome face and sensed the familiar tremors beginning to race 
through her belly. He took her hands into his own and raised her gently 
until she was standing. Suddenly, the blood seemed to pound in her veins! It 
was wrong ... wrong! She knew she shouldn't be there! His face moved toward 
hers while his arms encircled her ... and then, he kissed her and 
subconsciously her lips opened, drawing him into her, pulling his tongue 
salaciously into her mouth. 

Her hands closed on his face and she moaned throatily as she clung tightly 
to him, while her full breasts dug into his chest and she felt his hands 
smoothing down her back to cup her lush ovaled buttocks, pulling her tightly 
against his pelvis. She felt the bulge of his slowly hardening penis there, 
growing and pressuring into her soft abdomen. If she hadn't been lost 
before, she was from that moment on! The urgency in her loins had increased 
a hundred-fold; she couldn't stop now! She maneuvered him around as her 
tongue swirled wantonly into his mouth, and firmly she pressed him backwards 
to the bed and down onto it, coming over on top of him along his muscular 
young frame. Briefly, a fleeting thought of Russell tried to free itself 
from its cell and flitter through her excited brain, but she caught it in 
time and banished it. Nothing else mattered now but this desire-fulfilling 
man beneath her. She lay upon him wriggling her hips meaningfully, kissing 
him with hunger, teasing her moist little tongue in his mouth and closed 
eyes while she moaned incessantly. 

Christ, Dan Reynolds thought, what'd he latched onto? Was she a goddamned 
nympho? Or had the pot done it? Fuck, what the hell difference? She was 
really turned-on! He smoothed his hands over her back, returning them to her 
already quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the 
material of her tiny skirt. He brought them up to her slender waist 
caressingly, amazed at its narrowness. Then, he whispered: 

"You want to fuck don't you? You love to fuck...!" 

"Oh God...!" Heather gasped, his use of the unexpected lewd word that only 
Russ had sometimes whispered to her in their most intimate moments, like an 
invigorating elixir to her increasing passion. 

"Don't you, Baby? Fuck and suck?" 

"Oh, Dan ... yes ... yes...! " she gasped throatily. "To ... to fuck! That's 
what I want ... please, Darling . . ? 

"And suck?" 

"No ... not that ... Just do it to me, Dan darling! F-Fuck ... I need it so 
bad...!" she pleaded, hardly knowing what she was saying, spreading her legs 
inside her skirt as far as she could go that she could rub her tingling 
loins against the ever growing rod of flesh beneath his pants. "Don't make 
me wait ... please ... please?" 

Reynolds couldn't believe it. His head swam with the anticipated delights to 
come. Shit, he'd had his share of wild broads ... his own Maggie was hot-box 
enough, or Jim Creed's wife, Ginny, next-door, but in all honesty the beauty 
of this en-rapturous doll overshadowed all of them; she was the prize of the 
heap, and just the word "fuck" had set her to trembling frantically on top 
of him. He felt the hollowed curve of her thigh-junction rocking furiously 
against the bulge of his swollen erection. He pressed his fingers into the 
crease between her ass-cheeks, pushing the material into the delightful 
buttocks-separated cleft, and almost uncontrollably she wriggled her ass and 
gyrated it, making the two perfect mounds move erotically beneath his hands. 

"Oh ... oh, Dan ... I shouldn't ... " she whimpered. "My God ... I shouldn't 
do this! You understand? I-It's wrong!" 

Reynolds smiled inwardly to himself. That was all the proof he needed. She 
was married, all right, and having those last minute scruples. She was 
saying no and meaning yes, hoping he would respond with something to 
alleviate her guilt complex. Well, fuck her guilt complex! He'd had to learn 
the hard way himself, and this was going to be like a balm to a 
superficially healed sore. Maggie had forced it down his throat by fucking 

Jim Creed for months before he'd ever realized what was going on, and he'd 
climbed on the bandwagon to save his marriage for the kid's sake, but it 
hadn't been long before the swing of things had reached his libido and 
destroyed his jealousy ... Ginny Creed was one hell of a salve ... and the 
cream from his cock was going to be this doll's only sympathy as far as he 
was concerned... 

Her mouth had fastened on his neck like a leech and she was trying to get 
her skirt up. He caught her hand and held it, then with the other, unzipped 
the long fastener at the back of her dress. She didn't struggle as he 
skillfully undressed her, rolling her off him to one side and slipping the 
dress over her head with little concern for her exotic hairdo. He unfastened 
her bra while she removed the sash of a half-slip, leaving only her 
panty-hose with sheer briefs beneath. Then, he lifted her torso up over him, 
breathless at the taut magnificence of her breasts and smooth flesh; he 
opened his mouth and sucked in a tiny, ruby-red nipple, completely absorbing 
it and the hardened areola surrounding the enticing cap of the heavy, yet 
firm and pointed one of satiny loveliness. 

Heather moaned aloud as he began to nibble and suck; he could hear her 
breathe quickly and excitedly through her nostrils, rubbing her pubic-mound 
more fervently on his throbbing prick, letting a leg fall limply on either 
side of him. 

"Oh, Lover ... Lover, yes!" she gasped. "Suck it ... suck my breast ... 
yes...! Oh God, bite it, Darling! Bite my ... my tits!" 

But he couldn't breathe that well with the smothering pressure of the soft, 
perfumed mounds of flesh covering his face, and he lowered her on top of him 
again, pushing the waist-band of her panty-hose and briefs down over her 
full rounded hips and buttocks. 

He stroked her naked, exposed ass-cheeks beneath his searching hands, until 
she rolled beside him and he helped her slip the sheer garments down the 
full white columns of her thighs, finally kicking them off and climbing up 
over him once more where he could explore the intriguing crevice between the 
smooth fleshy globes of her bottom, spreading them apart and tenderly 
fingering the tight puckered hole of her anus. She choked and groaned 
passionately into his face. Her tongue sprouted from her mouth and he licked 
at it with his own as he slid his hand down over the soft velvety moons of 
flesh and let them cup the provocative overhang of silk-like loveliness, one 
venturing through the downish nest of hair until it came to the moist slit 
between her legs; he parted the pubic hair and opened it delicately with his 
finger-tips, then slowly inserted a middle-finger. 

"Oh, Oh! Yes! My God, Darling ... yes ... it's beautiful!" she moaned 
erotically, spreading her legs wide to make it easier for him to reach and 
taunt her clitoris. He did, and she knew the sensitive bud was firmly erect 
under his finger-tips. 

"Heaven, Baby? Is it?" he rasped into her ear. "Tell me ... is it?" 

"Oh ... Darling, Darling ... yes ... it's heaven!" Heather replied, almost 
breathlessly. "Don't stop ... don't ever stop, my love!" 

"Stop?" he blurted. "I've just started! I may even eat your cunt away ... 
all the way up to those delicious tits, then have them for dessert!" 

"M-My Lover ... We shouldn't! You know we shouldn't!" she whimpered, his 
words, especially the lewd ones, setting off wild and prurient jolts of 
salacious delight to taunt every nerve-end of her luscious body. 

"Fuck, you say!" he spat, rolling her away from him again and bolting from 
the bed. He stared down at her unbelievable beauty lying naked and open 
before him as he tore away his clothes. Her round, full white thighs were 
spread apart and the black silken down covering the fleshy mound and flushed 
lips of her tight pink cunt reminded him of a virginal girl he had once 
known in high school. He couldn't remember ever seeing more firm, erect, 
full breasts on any girl, and the increasing throb in his aching cock let 
him know that there was no way on God's earth that she could prevent him 
from fucking her half to death now. 

Heather felt as if she might be riding a magic carpet; nothing seemed real 
... actual. She kept her eyes closed, then felt his weight on the bed moving 
between her legs. 

"Now, Pet!" he said suddenly. "Open those enchanting peepers and see what 
I've got for you!" 

She did ... slowly ... hopefully, and saw him kneeling erect there, naked 
now, beautifully lean and tanned, a smile on his handsome face, however 
lewd; her eyes trailed quickly down his flat, muscular torso to the thick, 
hard penis standing out from his hairy pelvis. She raised to her elbows, her 
eyes widening respectfully, but not fearfully, while his proud, if, somewhat 
lascivious grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the 
sizeable uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the lust-inflated head, 
causing his balls to sway gently between his strong young thighs. 

"Oh ... Lover!" she choked, the words hardly a sound in her throat, but 
making her breasts ripple before him as she gazed with delight upon the 
acceptable shaft and mentally compared it to Russell's... 

"You figured it would be something more kid-dish, Darling?" he teased, 
convinced that he'd shocked her, smiling as he lowered himself between her 
voluptuous thighs, his handsome face mere inches above her excited loins. He 
gazed up at her between her lovely breasts. "This will only take a few 
minutes, Baby ... Sort of a pre-requisite of mine ... especially with such a 
beautiful and tender little cunt. . . " 

Heather felt her breath catch in her throat. Russ had done it to her down 
there with his mouth, but no other man ... ever! She thought about stopping 
him, or trying to ... but abruptly, with gentle and adroit hands, she felt 
his flattened palms placed strategically against the soft warm flesh of her 
quivering inner thighs, applying thumb-pressure to her cunt lips, slowly 
parting the curls of her pubic hair and spreading them open to him ... and 
the cool air brushed against her moist, sensitive flesh inside... 

Lustfully, Dan Reynolds riveted his eyes on the delicious, glistening coral 
fissure he had tenderly laid open to him within the enframing, silken 
black-hair so sparsely covering the edges of her flushed vaginal lips. 
Several tiny viscid dewdrops moistened the dainty pink tongue-like petals 
that peeked out at him, while the erect little bud at their apex seemed to 
palpitate vibrantly. 

Heather felt the hot wisps of his breathing graze the sensitive, secret 
flesh down between her legs and she made an impassioned groan as suddenly 
she felt his long hot tongue lick hotly up through her exposed cuntal lit, 
its moisture blending with her own; uncontrollably, she slipped down toward 
him on the bed, moaning and pulling with her hands the sides of his head 
tightly into her lustfully hungering cunt. Lord! Lord! It was sheer ecstasy! 

He licked and sucked, fastening his lips around her clitoris while she began 
to writhe and squirm her hips in ungovernable and wanton undulating 
movements. Her entire cunt was suddenly flowering open to him and there was 
a perfumed female moisture on his tongue. She smelled of pleasing aromatic 
soap, and the satiny skin of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle, 
ever-moving embrace was like soft, sweet-scented velvet. It was even more 
exhilarating than he'd anticipated! 

He felt her delicate hands on his head caressingly, suddenly realizing how 
badly he'd wanted her ... needed her ... a beautiful woman of quality to 
help restore his own ego in the degrading wake of his sluttish wife, the 
Ginnys and the hustling Sallys ... Then, she was trying to pull him up over 
her. She stretched her neck, pressing her head back, lying there with eyes 
tightly closed, her mouth open. Momentarily, he feared she'd fainted and he 
kissed her, feeling her lips responding with a sucking action at his, her 
little tongue spiriting into his mouth wildly as if she were trying to taste 
the essence of herself there. She moaned feverishly and he raised himself so 
that he could run his hands over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, up 
and down over her rich delicious nakedness, her own trembling hands arousing 
an acknowledgement of panting and quivering delight from her. She continued 
to suck his tongue and nibble at his lips, until finally, she gasped: 

"Oohhhh ... we shouldn't ... we shouldn't ... Oh God...!" 

He nuzzled his face into her soft neck and kissed her there while she ran 
her fingers through his hair, then clutched him to her possessively. 

"But you want me to, don't you?" he questioned hotly, knowing that he was 
going to even if he had to rape her now, but wanting to hear her 
desire-filled affirmation from her own lips. His ego needed that! And as he 
questioned and waited, he shifted his hips until the length of his hard, 
throbbing shaft was pressed snugly between the moist spread lips of her 
cunt, its smooth rubbery head caught in the soft cleft of her contracting 
buttocks, and he ground tantalizingly against her. 

"Oh ... oh Darling. . ! Yes, yes! Lover! Do it now!" she choked. 

"Do what, Baby? What? Say it!" 

"Yes, yes ... fuck me, Dan lover! Oh ... please fuck me, my love?" she 
whispered hotly. 

Reynolds felt her raise her legs suddenly and reach down around under her 
thighs. Again, her eyes were tightly closed and wild sensations raced 
through him as her small, searching hand grasped his hardened prick. He 
sensed her breath catching in her throat as his foreskin slid back and she 
gently guided the smooth, rubbery head to the moist, hair fringed mouth of 
her vagina, until he could feel the damp fleshy warmth nibbling hungrily 
like another mouth at the swollen, pulsating tip. 

Dear God, Heather realized tremulously, it'd been years ... actually years 
since anything larger than a finger had penetrated the sanctuary of her 
near-virginal channel! Could she take it. . ? Oh dear God ... she wanted it 
so badly . . ! 

And unintentionally her want was answered! Reynolds plunged into her, 
driving his cock with a force he seemed unable to control, the warm, moist, 
velvety sleeve of her cuntal flesh gripping his shaft in a smooth resistance 
that caused him to grunt loudly, while she whimpered with the unexpected 
shock. 

"Auuggghhhhh! Oooohhhhhhhh ... God ... Ohhh God!" Heather groaned as he 
immediately began to fill her with quick, long thrusts into her unprepared, 
if, needing vagina ... unrhythmic thrusts which slowed and lengthened, 
stuffing her tight, yielding cunt to greater and greater depths, until at 
last she felt its smooth spongy tip stab at her cervix and his balls slap 
hard into the soft sensitive crevice between the widespread cheeks of her 
upraised buttocks. The pain-pleasure left her breathless ... somewhere 
between purgatory and heaven, she thought wildly! 

At first, from her wailing groans, Reynolds feared that he'd hurt her, then 
he felt her begin to writhe and buck beneath him aggressively and he knew 
different. Her cunt initiated a voracious muscular squeezing along the full 
length of his plunging rod, her hard little nipples burrowing into his 
chest, her warm belly pressuring upward against him while her thighs clamped 
and released at his hips as she worked up and down, establishing the tempo 
of their fucking. 

"Oh, Dan ... darling, darling," she murmured as his aching cock soared up 
into her while her head began to toss from side to side. He saw the tiny 
teeth marks appear on her lips where she'd bit them, then she was sucking 
and nibbling at his tongue again and forcing her own between his lips, 
gasping warm, sweet breath into his throat. 

He could see the thin film of sweat forming on her forehead beneath her now 
ruined coiffeur, and the way her neck was straining, low hums of abandon 
beginning to gurgle from deep in her throat against his lips. Christ, he 
thought, he could blow his mind over a girl like this! She was everything 
he'd ever wanted in a woman! Then, he remembered his own wife, Maggie ... 
The bitch! The slut-assed pig! Fuck, how he hated her! 

Heather cried out beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the abrupt, 
unexpected pain as he wedged his hands beneath the soft round spheres of her 
ass-cheeks and pulled her naked loins up tighter to him, fucking into her 
helpless body with a new unleashed brutalness. The vicious smacking of his 
heavy balls against her anus and the smooth dampening crevice between her 
buttocks echoed lewdly throughout the room. 

"Auugggghhhhhh! Oh ... oh ... d-don't hurt me, Darling ... ooohhhhh!" she 
choked. 

He hardly heard her throaty animal-like plea and ignoringly plunged harder 
and deeper, screwing his pelvis tighter into her soft loins, grinding the 
squirming, flaccid flesh unmercifully. Then, surprisingly, she began to arch 
her hips up at him, meeting his sadistic lunges with sudden up-thrusts of 
her own, her eyes glazed passionately as she raised them both inches off the 
bed in cadence with her incessant moans beneath his pounding body, opening 
and closing her legs around his waist, working up and down in an obscene 
rhythm she could no longer seem to control. 

Furiously, he hammered into her, hauling her tighter and tighter against his 
pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs, causing the moist, clasping 
hole of her cunt to blossom open even further in reception to his pistoning 
cock tunneling ever deeper inside her. 

Heather tossed her head in drugged, if, delighted, unequivocal bliss, the 
momentary twinges of pain she had known quickly giving way to the ecstasy he 
was bringing her passion-filled body, her legs on either side of his 
beautiful, thick impaling prick quivering and twitching spasmodically in 
wanton profligacy, her tongue slithering in and out of his sucking mouth in 
an oral fucking similarity, while velvety sounds of uncontrolled passion and 
lust gurgled wildly in her throat. 

There had never been anything like this! Never, never, never! It was beyond 
the bounds of ecstasy! God, forgive her ... Russell, forgive her! She was 
lost ... damned! Choked with lust! 

"Oh ... oh, harder, Darling! Harder! Do something ... something ... ooohhhh! 
P-Put your finger ... in my ass!" she hissed, her voice suddenly coarse with 
an overwhelming, salacious appetite that had to be satisfied. "Hurry ... do 
it! Put it in!" 

Reynolds gaped down at her in utter astonishment. He couldn't believe his 
ears! She was fucking him like some insane bitch gone wild ... like Maggie 
or Ginny Creed! Her lovely face was twisted in a vile, licentious mask of 
lurid desire. Momentarily, it frightened as well as shocked him, but by the 
same token it fired his own libido frenziedly. He groped over the taut 
stretched flesh of her buttocks to find her unconcealed anus, the tiny, 
smooth naked hole raised and hot as it worked of itself in time with her 
tensing and relaxing. 

He dug at it with a finger and it yielded, his finger like a small prick 
moving into the soft, warm depths of sucking flesh, raising new laboring 
breaths of painful joy from her panting lips. 

"Oh ... oh, Lover!" she exclaimed with a throaty hiss. "Ooohhhh ... it's 
like another cock fucking me there, a beautiful, slender cock ... ooohhh ... 
Another, Darling! Shove another finger into me!" 

Entranced, Reynold's brain wheeled. It was the pot ... the fucking pot had 
tipped her over! She was flipping like some back-alley pig! Her unexpected 
obscene demands had set his throbbing balls to aching as did his prick with 
the mounting pressure that had begun to build lustfully within his swollen 
balls. Excitedly, he jammed a second finger into the tight-rimmed hole of 
her ass, feeling the fleshy resistance slowly give way as she screwed her 
anus back onto them, then he began to thrust and rotate them inside the 
velvety hot depths while she squirmed obscenely to his dual impalement of 
her feverish genitals. 

Her legs on both sides of his unnatural intrusion into her widely stretched 
passages were jerking and spasming in lewd depravity, their warm and soft 
white strength clamping him tight, then releasing him as she pulled her 
knees back against the tips of her swollen breasts, waggling and thrusting 
her twin-fucked loins and buttocks up at him in sadomasochistic splendor, 
whimpering and gasping unceasingly. 

Luridly, Heather sucked his tongue as if it were a third prick thrust 
half-down her throat, screwing her ass back onto his fingers lewdly, her 
legs raised in seemingly unquenchable lust to receive his thundering cock. 
She whined to herself in her never-before equaled enchantment, overjoyed 
with the thought that she was hopelessly impaled on his marvelous, rock-hard 
prick fucking into her cunt and his fingers plunged tightly up into her 
wildly clenching rectum ... And briefly, she let Russell from his cell ... 
Oh God, why couldn't it be you, my love, my sweet! I love you so! You must 
believe me! I do ... I do...! 

Dan Reynolds had gone beyond the point of controlling his climax. He'd 
forced it back a half-dozen times, but he knew he could never do it again! 
He'd collapse if he didn't cum soon! He stared downward at where his 
lead-hard cock was slamming rhythmically in and out of her cannibalistic 
vagina, and concentrated on the feel of the soft, hair-lined folds of raw 
flesh clasping and clinging to his furiously rampaging rod, thrusting with 
jackhammer force into her. She ... she'd done a complete change on him; he 
wouldn't have believed it in Christ's world! The bitch! Maybe she was a 
whore ... one of those suburbia, frustrated wife-whores! Whatever, it didn't 
matter any longer. He had to cum! Had to . . ! He'd make one last 
attempt...! 

He tried to step up the pace and deepen his lunges as she writhed wantonly 
in under him, grinding up and down his shaft with unbelievable fury, her 
long beautifully tapered legs ever-jerking, her toes curled as she drew her 
soft, ivory-white thighs back higher, while the muscle-controlled, silken 
flesh of her cunt began to milk the life from his prick. He pounded, 
pounded, pounded, in one last desperate effort, yanking his fingers from her 
ass-hole with a moist, hissing sound, pressing his hands behind her knees 
and thrusting them back hard until her head was enframed with them, bringing 
the plain of her naked cunt higher and wider-open to his almost inhuman 
battering of her widely exposed pussy. 

"Ooohhhhh ... oooohhhhhh ... that's it, Darling! That's it!" Heather cried, 
her mouth slack, her eyes rolling insanely in her head. "Don't stop! My God, 
don't stop, Darling!" she gasped, her lovely face bearing but the slightest 
resemblance to the girl he had brought there, her wild passion warping her 
features in a sensuously depraved mask of sexual lust. "Oooohhhh ... don't 
stop, Darling ... No! Harder! Do it harder! Fuck me, Lover ... my Russ, 
darling ... fuck me!" 

Reynolds own senses were a swirling mass of confused and peaked passion. He 
hardly heard her ... but he thought she'd called him by some other name ... 
It didn't matter! He was almost there anyway! He couldn't hold back! His 
aching, screaming prick was going to shatter into a billion slivers any 
minute! His balls would explode like an over-inflated balloon, splattering 
the walls of the room . . ! He wanted to wail as he ground hard and deep in 
his effort to penetrate the furthest sanctuary of her belly . . ! He watched 
her breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling ... even saw their 
tiny nipples expand as she tossed her head madly from side to side ... but 
he couldn't hold it any longer! It was cumming ... like a gusher of oil once 
unleashed from the bowels of the earth ... and there was no capping it! 

An odd expression contorted Heather's lovely face. She felt the jerking and 
expanding of his husky prick! He was going to . . ! Going to ... before she 
was ready! My God! She'd die! Die! 

"No! No! Dear God, no! Don't cum yet! Please, Darling ... please? Just a 
little longer. . ? " she begged, jamming her nibbling vagina tightly up 
against the thundering, pulsating rod of flesh as if that would stop him. 
"Oh my God! Don't desert me now, Lover...?" 

He wanted to hold back for her ... tried, but it was too late! The hot 
stream had already begun to charge forth the length of his prick, his 
throbbing balls pumping sporadically like some well-tooled mechanism 
extracting juice from the bowels of the earth. He ... she, both felt it 
spurt into her ... he from the tip of his exploding cock ... she, as the 
blood-inflated head expanded and contracted, squirting his thick, hot sperm 
like a jet of scalding cream against the walls of her desperately clasping 
vagina! 

She screamed again and again: "No! No! My God, No!" 

But Dan Reynolds was too many plains above her. He heard her cries and knew 
he could do nothing ... sensing his hot, thick semen racing the length of 
his cock in stimulating ecstasy, wracking his muscular frame as it spurted 
from the end of his rod far, far up into her soft, quivering belly. It 
jerked and spewed in unending delight inside her, while she ground her 
delicious crotch insanely up against its buried depths, stimulating rather 
than stopping it! 

And then, it was done! 

Heather moaned unashamedly as he drew the slowly deflating rod of flesh out 
of her now flooded cunt. He fell back onto his haunches, his cheeks flushed, 
his mouth slack. He watched her reach down and hungrily and unashamedly 
caress the upper part of her flowered vaginal slit, taunting her own 
clitoris as the milky-white liquid of his sperm began to seep from the lips 
of her cunt. 

"Damn you!" she spat suddenly. "Goddamn you! You're not a man ... you ... 
you're just a boy!" 

"L-Listen ... I'm sorry, Baby ... Honest, I'm sorry!" he blurted, truly 
ashamed of himself. 

"I was looking for a man and I got a boy ... a child!" Heather spat at him, 
swinging from the bed and grabbing up her clothes. "I was a fool! My man is 
home ... waiting for me ... You hear? A fool!" 

"Goddamnit! Listen to me!" Dan Reynolds spluttered. "Wait an hour or so and 
I'll show you...! " 

Heather sneered at him, fastening her bra behind her, her briefs and 
panty-hose already covering the lower portion of her exquisite body. He knew 
he was losing a rare, rare gem. But what could he do? He'd blown it! Really 
blown it! 

"I've learned a lesson, if nothing else," she hissed softly, never pausing 
with her dressing, "I've learned what it means to have a husband like mine!" 

"You weren't married, remember ... Miss Garnett?" 

"Fuck you!" Heather spat bitterly. "Your type of woman is downstairs in the 
bar. The Sallys ... they're your kind, Mr. Reynolds ... the pretenders! 
That's what you have to own ... a pretender! Is that what your wife is?" 

"You bitch!" he spat at her, but she turned away, dressed now, and went to 
the mirror. With deft hands, she replaced her hair enough to get to her 
room. It really didn't matter, she thought. In less than ten minutes she'd 
be checking out. 

She would call Russell first. Perhaps, he was still waiting up, but even if 
he wasn't, he'd get up for her. God in heaven ... she'd rather suck his 
magnificent prick than stay with this egotistical fraud another minute. At 
least, her Russell would bring her satisfaction with his tongue ... and 
maybe ... oh God! If only she had the courage to someday try and endure it.. 
! 

 CHAPTER 3 

No one had to tell him; Ethan Douglas was well aware that he was just 
several shades short of being stoned. It was six o'clock in the evening and 
he'd been drinking martinis since three, trying to work up enough courage to 
tell her the truth. Per usual, his dissenting, cross-grained niece and ward 
had whiled away the afternoon, in fact, the whole damned day, sunning 
herself by the pool in a half of bikini ... which was somewhat of an 
improvement; generally, she wore nothing, but today several of her ugly and 
worthless male companions had been in attendance and somehow she must have 
rediscovered an inbred shade of decency. 

Now, she sat curled in a chair across from him wearing both pieces of sheer, 
yellowish material, tiny wisps of cloth strategically placed, more to 
provoke rather than cover, he thought, half-lecherously. Her long, shapely 
legs were drawn up so that her feet rested on the cushion of the chair and 
he could see plainly the swell of her young sensuous genital mound beneath 
the taut and narrow strip clinging snugly to her crotch between her full and 
rounded tanned thighs and partially exposed buttocks. It occurred to him 
then that she must have to depilate a portion of her pubic-hair, or else 
it'd be visible there, for she had enough of it, he knew, having seen her 
running around the house and pool naked more times than he cared to 
remember.... 

Suddenly, she moved in the chair with an angry jerk, slamming her feet to 
the floor and leaning forward until all but the dark nippled tips of her 
lush young breasts were completely exposed to him. Her long, chestnut, 
straight hair fell forward, partially covering the satiny hillocks, her 
large hazel-eyes glaring from her ovaled, alluring face, her generous, if, 
brazen mouth, drawn tightly. 

"Y-You mean ... just like that, I'm broke?" Michele Douglas snapped at her 
rugged-faced uncle with the red-rimmed eyes and heavy shock of greying hair. 
He was more smashed than usual for this time of day, she realized, but she 
didn't intend to let up on him until she'd dragged the truth out of him. 
He'd brought it up himself, slurring numbly that he had something important 
to discuss with her, so she'd gotten rid of the gang and came into the study 
to find him this way ... three-quarters potted and half-blubbering in his 
martini. 

"I-I've blown it, Chickie!" he'd snorted, shaking his head and staring at 
the near-straight gin he was drinking from a water glass. "I've finally 
popped the cork..." He raised his glazed eyes to her. "Look ... I didn't 
mean to, you understand? Christ, I intended to pay it all back ... Maybe it 
got away from me a little ... but I'd paid it all back, Chickie! I would've 
... only now it's too late ... I think Old Rusty's called in auditors...!" 

"Wh-what? What the devil are you talking about, Uncle Ethan?" Michele 
questioned, trying to read something from the drunken expression on his 
still handsome face. She dropped her lithe body into a chair across from 
him, drawing her legs up in front of her characteristically. 

"Auditors! I'm sure the bastard's brought in auditors to go over the books!" 

"So?" 

"So...? So I'm a goddamned dead pigeon ... that's so!" he shot at her. 

Michele let his words register slowly. She stared at his sniveling, drunken 
expression, not daring to believe what she realized now had to be true. 

"Y-You mean ... you've been dipping into company money?" she asked in a 
near-whisper. "Is-is that it. . ? " 

Seconds passed ... finally, he nodded in the manner of a shamefaced little 
boy caught with his hand in the cookie-jar. 

"Oh Christ!" she hissed bitterly. "How much...?" 

"W-What?" 

"How much, dammit? How much have you taken?" 

"Too much to cover..." 

"How much?" 

"Th-Thirty seven grand ... or so . . , " he replied, not looking at her. 

"Thirty seven grand . . ! Oh, God almighty!" she exclaimed, still unable to 
comprehend the full picture. 

The Douglas half of Payne-Douglas was her inheritance from her dead father, 
a legacy she would come into in two-years at twenty-one. Uncle Ethan, her 
father's younger brother, had been her guardian the past five years, ever 
since the accident, certainly not a strict one, but exactly what she wanted. 
He'd been too concerned with his own playboy philandering 'to bother with 
what she might be doing, which had made the perfect setup, but it'd never 
dawned on her that he might be any less than honest ... and now, suddenly, 
this...! 

"What're are going to do?" she put to him abruptly. 

"Do?" 

"Yes, do, for Christ's sake!" she snapped sharply. "We can't just sit here 
and let Russ Payne find you out for the ... the damnable thief that you 
are!" She shook her head and brushed her long hair away from her face. "My 
God, thirty-seven thousand . . ! What did you do with it?" 

He slumped his broad shoulders down into the big chair and shrugged 
stupidly. "I-I don't know ... It's gone ... that's all ... gone...!" He 
gulped heavily from his glass. "Wine ... women ... horses ... dissipation," 
he said thickly. 

Damn! She'd like to jump up and slap him foolish! The bastard! The goddamned 
drunken rake-hell! He was worthless ... a parasite ... a typical product of 
his generation ... but she loved him! He'd been father, mother everything a 
girl could want since her parent's death ... letting her wrap him around her 
little finger and take advantage of him ... she couldn't' help but love him 
... and now he needed her, just as she had needed him so many many times. 
She said after a moment: "We'll do something, Uncle Ethan. Don't worry. 
Let's put our heads together..." 

"There's nothing to do, Chickie," he butted in, cutting her short. 
"Nothing!" 

"There's always a way," she replied confidently, noticing for the first time 
the manner in which he was looking at her, his glassy eyes seemingly focused 
on a particular spot between her raised legs, but she gave it little 
thought. Certainly, he'd seen her enough times around their house in the 
buff to make a pass if he'd ever entertained such ideas, and her own 
concepts concerning morality were anything but conventional; she felt 
certain he'd guessed that too. "Look, if nothing else, we can take it from 
my personal account, or cash in some of the bonds Daddy left me..." 

She stopped talking. He was shaking his head back and forth, tears dribbling 
down his cheeks. "No!" he blurted. "No!" He raised his bloodshot eyes and 
stared at her. "Don't you see, Chickie...? There's nothing ... nothing left! 
I've ... I've pissed it all away! Goddamn, Baby! I've ruined both of us . . 
! Oh hell, it doesn't matter about me ... but you . . ? I've destroyed you 
too ... the only person in the world who ever meant a damn to me, and I've 
completely destroyed you...!" 

That's when she'd come forward, slamming her feet heavily to the floor, 
gaping at him in utter disbelief and growing rage. "Y-You mean ... just like 
that, I'm broke?" 

"Goddamnit, Chickie! Don't you see! I intended ... thought I could put it 
all back in time!" he whimpered, setting his empty glass on the table beside 
him, trying to sit up and focus her into view intelligently. "All I needed 
was a break at the track ... or on the tables ... just one little break! 
Hell, Baby, you know I wouldn't hurt you ... not for the goddamned 
world...!" 

A sudden sensation of utter insecurity swept over her as slowly she arose to 
her feet, her voluptuous, near-naked young flesh covered with an abrupt rash 
of goose-flesh. Broke? Was it possible? Dear God! Her financial soundness 
had always been the basis on which she'd founded her safety and freedom! It 
was necessary to her feeling of invulnerability! Without it, she was nothing 
... nothing! 

"My God! How could you?" she hissed at him. "How could you ruin my life this 
way? Goddamn you! I hate you, you bastard! I hate you!" 

Ethan heard her words and they registered even in his inebriated brain. God 
almighty! He had to do something to console her! She was his little girl! He 
tried to get out of the chair ... and then the room swam before him . . ! 

Michele watched him fall onto his face. She stood, immobile for a moment, 
staring down at him with pure hate saturating her whole brain; then, when he 
didn't move, she stepped over him and walked slowly toward her room. She had 
to think ... think ... think! There was a way ... had to be ... and in God's 
name, she intended to find it! 

* * * 

The shower seemed to help. Michele toweled herself vigorously, until there 
was a copperish hue beneath the even tanned skin of her curvaceous body, and 
pink where the tiny strips of her bikini had shaded her hips and loins, plus 
the strip across her full, pointed breasts. She went to the mirror of her 
vanity to look at her reflection, the sight of her own erotic loveliness 
always giving her that needed uplift hedonistically. She tousled the 
profuse, silken black hair shadowing the V at the crown of her thighs, then 
dabbed with a delicate essence of perfume. Between her lush breasts, she 
repeated the ablution, and finally behind her ears. Then, she picked up her 
brush and began to stroke her long chestnut-colored hair, her lovely 
hazel-eyes staring at the mirror narcissistically. 

A thin smile crept over her alluring face; she watched it in the mirror, 
detecting the trace of evilness there. Why not? she thought. Weren't these 
the methods taught her by a long line of righteous forefathers ... the 
recognized language of society? The law of survival ... and she didn't 
intend to suddenly become a pauper! Of course, Russell Payne would see that 
she didn't want for anything; she felt certain of that. He'd been extremely 
close to Daddy ... but she truly doubted that he'd ever forgiven her for 
accepting Uncle Ethan as undisputed guardian, especially after he'd offered 
her the sanctuary of his own home..."I'll raise you like my own daughter, my 
dear," he'd said. "Both Heather and I will give you everything we would have 
given a child of our own ... if we'd had one..." But that hadn't been what 
she'd wanted, not at fourteen when boys had suddenly developed all of their 
opposite attributes for her ... and she wasn't sorry. Uncle Ethan was 
irreplaceable ... at least, had been during those years. Dear God, the fun 
she'd had through summers ... and the wild times at the beach! Night after 
night and week after week, then college ... all of them a complete pageantry 
of sensual delight ... broadening her, enlightening her, making of her the 
full knowledgeable young woman that she was today! Not some sniveling, 
hot-pantsed little broad stupidly stumbling thither and yon like a bitch-dog 
in heat ... but a woman knowing her assets and capable of using them ... as 
any male member of the Pendulums would well acclaim. No, she didn't want any 
handouts from Russell Payne or anyone else... 

Thank you, Uncle Ethan, she thought, still wearing her little smile. You 
made it possible ... now, I'm going to return the favor ... give you the 
benefit of my worldly capabilities. She laughed little to herself, partially 
at her thoughts, an partially at the visual countenance of one Ton Hamilton 
as he popped into mind. 

He was perfect. The ambitious and handsome Tony Hamilton, account-executive 
for Payne-Douglas, and tremendously anxious to get into her pants. Of 
course, the latter was almost infantile thinking as far as she was 
concerned. She'd never been outwardly promiscuous; sincere lovers were 
different, but generally she'd kept everything within the circle of the 
Pendulums, a requisite of the organization she'd actually brought into 
existence. Members were ordinarily chosen from the financially comfortable 
for numerous and obvious reasons, although certain hippies, because of their 
intellectual abilities had been initiated, but no one gained admittance 
without sponsorship. And the underground reputation of the group was well 
know, envied among her own set, but a member ... even the most chartered 
founder, wouldn't conceive of sponsoring a plebe unless certain, or nearly 
certain of their acceptance. 

Tony and Dolores Hamilton, she thought excitedly. Perfect! The girls would 
love him, and there was damned little doubt but what the men would flip over 
that switch-tailed blonde wife of his! She was fetching, all right, with 
firm young breasts and decidedly enticing, shapely legs. She gave her, 
Michele, the impression that she'd just been swept down to earth by angels, 
but she'd seen and read that type of face before. Unless she missed her 
guess, she'd be a bitch in bed ... and that was what the boys were concerned 
with... 

Anyway, all of that was secondary. The idea was to manipulate Tony, and she 
had little doubt but what she could do that ... however, first and foremost, 
came Uncle Ethan. God, she should never've left him lying there like that. 
He wouldn't've walked away from her under the same, or any circumstances. He 
loved her ... just as she loved him. They were two of a kind, really, and 
that's why they'd gotten on so well. So he was a thief! What was she? Would 
she've been angry if it hadn't been her money he was using ... stealing? No 
. . ! Face it, Baby, if he'd been adding it to the till instead of taking it 
away, you'd have loved him even more ... thought him clever! Besides, you 
love him ... have always loved him since you were a tiny little girl ... 
even before you came under his wing! And he'd been marvelous to you when he 
might not've been ... kind and understanding ... and always, Baby ... 
loveable . . ! 

She did something then that she hadn't intended to do ... opened a tiny 
jewelry box, extracted a home-rolled cigarette and lighted it. Then she went 
to the closet and found a sheer peignoir, throwing it around her. 

Poor Uncle Ethan, that beautiful, wonderful man, she thought, walking toward 
the door as she fastened the gown around her... 

* * * 

Shit, he thought, struggling up from the floor, the fucking world was 
nothing but gutter anyway. He was drunker than a bastard. He couldn't 
remember a goddamned thing ... but he was certain he'd made a fool of 
himself one way or another. He always did! Oh fuck, he was drunk! He 
couldn't see across the room, ... but there was enough familiar objects to 
let him know he was home. Thank God for that, he thought, smacking his dry 
lips together and wondering if he could get to the bottle on the bar. That's 
where he'd left it just before Michele was there ... Michele? Oh ... oh 
Christ! He'd told her, hadn't he! Yeah ... Well 

 ... that was good; he was glad. She had to know sooner or later ... the 
luscious little creature. Christ, he loved her so much ... couldn't love her 
more if she were his own daughter ... but he'd certainly handed her a 
beauty, hadn't he? Destroyed her! That's what he'd done! Destroyed her! Poor 
baby ... and he really loved her so... 

He managed to throw himself into a chair. Shit, he was spiflicated! The 
drunken uncle! Uncle? Guardian? You lousy bastard! You've been a prick of a 
guardian and you know it! But your laxity fitted your needs didn't they? You 
primed your brain with all of the new versions, but only for your own 
goatish approaches. It served well ... made you look like a king to her ... 
your little Michele! Now what? The chips are down, Uncle! You've even 
cheated her out of her inheritance! Now what? 

His brain swam nauseously. Nothing made sense only Michele ... and he saw 
her as a little girl hip-deep in wild rushing water, fighting insanely and 
screaming: "Uncle Ethan! Help me! Please, Uncle Ethan .A" 

Michele was surprised to see him in a chair. She walked to him, then sat 
herself down on the arm and kissed his forehead. "Uncle, Ethan," she 
whispered. "Uncle Ethan ... it's me ... Michele..." 

He made a little flurry when he awakened and she caught at his hands, 
holding them warmly in her lap against her near-naked thighs, then, she bent 
down and kissed his cheek. 

"G-Goddamn..., " he gasped. "I'm drunk, Chickie ... drunk!" 

"You're all right," she said, butting the roach of her marijuana joint in 
the ashtray. "You've just been asleep in all. Everything's okay, Darling ... 
I've got a plan, and it'll work ... to perfection." 

He sat quietly, his arm moving subconsciously around her waist, his swirling 
brain fighting for recall. Eventually, it came in bits and pieces and he 
remembered their status. He was done, of course, even as a guardian ... the 
court would see to that, but he found himself wondering if she'd have 
anything to do with him when, and if, he ever got out of prison? God . . ! 
He loved her . . ! 

"Uncle Ethan ... everything's going to be all right," she said softly. And 
then, she kissed his forehead again. "I've got a plan, Darling ... a plan 
that even Russell Payne can't whip." 

"A-A plan? Wh-What're you talking about, Baby?" 

"Listen, Let's face it, Darling, even "Old Rusty" has desires. Right? And I 
think I know how to get to them." 

"I-I don't understand...?" 

"Tony Hamilton and his wife! If ever a guy was ambitious, it's him! He'd do 
anything for a buck ... or a girl's pussy." 

"What?" 

"Never mind ... Hear me, Darling. I can manipulate Tony Hamilton, plus, 
through him, that pretty little wife of his. Russell Payne is human! If ... 
and I say, IF ... If we can compromise them into a situation where we have 
picture-proof; what's dear old Rusty going to do but come through the way we 
want him to? You get the idea? We turn Tony loose on him and Mrs. Payne for 
a bit of...." 

"Blackmail!" Ethan blurted. He could hardly believe what he'd heard. Christ, 
he was drunk! That's what was wrong. He said: "You don't mean blackmail ... 
do you?" 

"What else? What the hell else, Uncle? You have a better idea?" she whipped 
at him. "After all, you're the goddamned crook of the family!" 

She might have twisted a barb in his belly, he thought. Nevertheless, he 
didn't answer right away. If only he wasn't so goddamned potted. He couldn't 
think straight. He looked up into her face, seeing a child-like countenance 
that he'd always loved. 

"I-I never meant it to be like this . . , " he stammered. 

"To hell with that! Now, we've got to think of a way out!" 

"Listen, Chickie..." 

"Hell no! I won't listen to anything! It's my money ... or was! No! You 
listen, Uncle Ethan! I'm not going to be a goddamned pauper because of you 
or anyone! I love you ... but!" 

"B-B-But?" 

"Listen to me," she said, running her fingers through his hair and drawing 
his face up toward her near-naked full breast. "Tony Hamilton and his pretty 
little wife are going to play the pawns for us. First, I've got to get them 
to a meeting of the Pendulums ... then, I'll handle it...." 

"The Pendulums...? You, Baby? Y-You've got to be kidding your old uncle..." 

"No! I'm not playing games with you, Uncle Ethan!" Michele responded 
sharply. "I've never been more fucking serious with you in my life!" 

It was the word ... the lewd word that she'd used that cut the props from in 
under him. To hear that four-letter vulgarism drop from her lovely young 
lips made him realize his own failing in her behalf ... but it did something 
else too ... something he'd deny as long as he lived! His prick lurched in 
his pants, uncontrollably, jerked and lengthened as he became aware that she 
was sitting there beside him with nothing on except the flimsy gown thrown 
loosely around her. 

She half-sat on the wing of his chair, her arm around his neck, and his face 
was less than inches from her diaphanously veiled, young breasts. Her legs 
were draped across his lap, their soft white loveliness visible beneath the 
see-through texture of her nightie ... and he could see the dark, down-ish 
triangle of her soft young pubic hair...! He was drunk, but he clutched his 
hands into fists tightly! 

Hell, it wasn't as if the thought of sex with his niece had escaped him 
entirely over the past five years, he had to admit to himself. Christ knows, 
she'd provoked him enough with her seemingly careless nudity and the way she 
would innocently hug and kiss him, or sit on his lap, her luscious round 
little ass snuggling right down onto his throbbing rod ... like she was at 
that very goddamned moment ... moving down off the chair-arm to situate her 
soft full buttocks so the cleft between was hotly, nuzzling his already 
swelling penis through his trousers! But goddamn ... she was his niece! like 
his very own daughter! He knew she meant no wrong ... nor did he! 

He might be a lousy crook ... but he was no incestuous bastard! Just had to 
keep his head, was all ... and he wasn't going to agree with what she 
intended to do to Russ Payne, either! He'd already done enough damage to 
others ... enough to last him a lifetime ... and Russ Payne was a right guy. 
In fact, he felt almost certain that Russ'd been on to his till-dipping some 
time back and had just kept quiet about it, hoping he would stop ... No, he 
wasn't going to have any part in ruining "Old Rusty" . . ! 

"No!" he snapped, shaking his head emphatically. "No! You ... me, no one 
does anything to Russ Payne, Baby!" 

Michele gently drew his head closer to her, until his cheek was actually 
being brushed by the hardened little tip of her breast and a tingling 
sensation of excitement rippled through her belly. She felt his throbbing 
prick through his pants in under her, nestled between her warm buttocks, and 
she made barely discernable clenching movements with them to tantalize it. 
Then, she took his hand and gently laid its nervously sweating palm onto her 
soft belly where the filmy peignoir had fallen slightly open. She heard his 
breath quicken and she swept her lips lightly against his temple. 

"Darling," she whispered, "they say that prison life is exceptionally hard 
on a man after forty. And ... your little Chickie would miss you so much ... 
I need you Uncle Ethan ... and you need me ... we need each other ... in 
more ways than one ... don't we . . ? " 

"C-Christ!" he gasped, the warm, satinish flesh of her smooth soft belly 
sending an electric-like shock of lust charging through him. He felt her 
luscious young ass-cheeks churning delicately, but skillfully against the 
lurching, length of his now stone-hard prick. His brain reeled drunkenly ... 
and then she was opening her gown with one hand, taking hold of her breast 
to lift and teasingly press its hardened nipple toward his mouth. "Chickie 
... you ... you realize what you're doing...?" 

"Mmmmm hhmmmmmmm," she murmured into his ear. "I know, Darling ... do you . 
. ? " 

"Jesus Christ, baby...!" he choked, his throat feeling as if it had suddenly 
been swabbed with dry cotton. "We can't. . ! God almighty ... you ... you're 
beautiful, Chickie ... my own precious...!" And then, he was kissing the 
breast she held for him ... smothering it with his lips licking at its 
nipple, a heady fragrance filling his nostrils as his other hand began to 
caress the smooth silken flesh of her belly, slowly moving downward into the 
soft curly hair covering her pubic mound. 

It was just as Michele had always surmised; he was a skilled lover ... knew 
when and how to use his lips and fingers on a girl's secret erogenous 
places, even though it was hardly necessary with her; the mere thought of a 
man's erect cock was enough to set her half-wild, and especially her uncle's 
... she'd waited so long for this moment. But now, she was glad that she'd 
waited to use it wisely; when they were finished and he'd pumped the lust 
from his aching balls deep up into her belly, he'd be remorsefully ready to 
agree to anything. 

The sweet sweet man ... she did love him ... and now she realized that he 
had wanted her all along ... all those years, just as she'd wanted him so 
many many times ... God, how she'd teased him, she remembered, but tonight 
... this very, very night, she was going to make it all up to him. He was 
about to reap the benefits of all the talents she'd mastered since the 
Pendulums had come into being . . ! 

She felt his fingers moving tremblingly downward between her hot thighs 
toward her already moist pussy-lips and she spread her legs gently open to 
him, while his breath rushed hotly against her breasts where he continued to 
suck and nibble in a growing frenzy. She held his head and caressed his 
temple as she lay her cheek against his broad shoulder, the erotic 
fermentations he had so easily aroused inside her increasing rapidly when he 
reached the moist velvetiness of her already tingling vaginal split, toying 
momentarily, then searchingly discovering her tiny, erect clitoris. He 
tweaked it and she gasped aloud; again and again he tenderly caressed it 
with his finger tip, sending little jolts of pleasure coursing through her 
now quivering body. Then, he ran his fingers smoothly down through the damp, 
sensitive crevice to the small opening of her vagina and raised his mouth 
from her breasts to find her lips. 

He kissed her passionately, beginning immediately to tongue-fuck into her 
receptively sucking mouth, simultaneously slipping his long middle finger up 
into the raw flesh of her rapidly moistening cunt. 

"Oooohhhhhh, Darling.. ! " Michele moaned uncontrollably. "Oh God, Darling 
... why 've we waited so long . . ? " 

"C-Christ almighty, Chickie!" he choked, "we're crazy ... we've got to be 
out of our goddamned minds!" 

"Oh, Uncle ... don't talk like some damned prudish ass ... some 
establishment creep!" she half-whimpered, writhing her hips and crotch up 
against his hand and finger that was slipping smoothly in and out of the 
dilating vaginal channel between her thighs so delightfully, causing a wave 
of new and exciting sensations to ripple over her tanned, near-naked flesh. 
"We want each other ... there's nothing wrong with that! We're not going to 
get married and have kids ... we're just going to make love ... Darling, I 
want you to fuck me ... and I want to suck your prick ... and have you eat 
my pussy..." 

"Oh shit!" Ethan blurted, her lust-filled words echoing wildly in his liquor 
sodden brain, the presence of her hot, voluptuous young body within his arms 
and grinding down against his pulsating cock while he finger-fucked her 
tender, delicious young cunt, destroying any sense of sanity he might have 
been clinging to. 

And then, abruptly she was getting off his lap, gently pushing his hand from 
between her thighs and dropping to her knees between his legs, pressing them 
open to her as she looked up into his face and began to stroke and caress 
the length of his jerking prick inside his pants. Little scintillating 
sparkles flickered against the tongue-moistened flesh of her red-lips and 
again in her wide hazel-eyes. 

"I want to see your cock, Darling ... to hold it and kiss it!" she hissed 
passionately. "I've wanted to for so long ... and now, nothing's going to 
stop me.. ! " 

He didn't try ... couldn't; it was as if he were mesmerized by the gently 
deft movements of her small slender hands unbuckling his belt and opening 
the trouser-waist ... then slowly unzipping his fly. His eyes bulged open in 
almost disbelief as he watched his niece's soft, smooth hand slide inside 
the cotton of his shorts and gasped when it touched, then encircled the 
swollen shaft of his prick, maneuvering it carefully out into the open 
before both of them. 

"Ooohhh ... Darling.. ! " Michele exclaimed eagerly, her eyes engorging 
themselves on the rigid hardness of his long, thick member. "Y-You know, 
I've never seen this before. I've dreamed what it might look like ... but 
it's much more beautiful than I ever imagined..." 

Ethan grunted loudly as her small hand continued to half-encircle it, and he 
saw the tiny drops of semenish fluid oozing from its tip in his mounting 
desire. He stared as her white soft hand began to massage and stroke it, 
drawing the heavy foreskin slowly up and down ... then, she leaned over it, 
her tiny pink tongue flicking out to lick away the pearl-like drops at its 
tip, and he gasped again, reaching down for both of her full, hanging 
breasts, cupping them in his hands and feeling their hard, pulsating nipples 
pressing into his palms as she lowered her head, her soft, moist lips 
ovaling to slide wetly down over his cock-head like a warm, tight fitting 
glove. 

Down and down and down her head descended as she absorbed his throbbing 
penis up into the warm, waiting cavern of her mouth, her tongue lashing and 
working against its heavy-veined, hardened flesh tantalizingly, and then, 
raising, her encompassing lips sucking their way to its very tip. At the 
same time, he felt the unbelievably hungry swirling motions of her tiny 
tongue until finally its point taunted and licked at the split orifice at 
its end. 

Holy Christ, he thought! This couldn't be happening ... not his beautiful 
little Michele sucking his prick while he fondled her tits like a lecher. It 
just couldn't be happening! But it was! There, kneeling on her knees between 
his legs, her lovely long hair almost hiding her face as she raised and 
lowered her head, her delicious young mouth vacuuming his prick salaciously 
while he held her firm, nipple-hardened tits in the palms of his hand like 
some goddamned satyr! But he couldn't help himself! He couldn't! 

The whole goddamned world was upside down! Fuck! He'd never had his cock 
sucked with such ardent desire ... and she damned well knew what she was 
doing. She'd blown a few, all right ... too many, maybe! And that was his 
fault! It'd been expedient for him to let her go her way. He'd had the use 
of her money while she'd turned on to every phase of the young generation's 
revolutionary concepts . . ! Oh Christ! His brother, wherever he was at that 
moment was seething hate and vengeance down onto him ... but still, he 
couldn't help himself! His balls were like a furnace of molten, slut, and 
her delectable little mouth a siphon of licentious relief! 

Goddamn! He hadn't wanted it this way! It'd just happened! She was too much 
... too much! There was no fighting it now! He had to have her ... every way 
it was possible to have a woman! He'd lose his fuckin' mind! He had to eat 
her cunt ... lick her ass-hole ... fuck her ... do it all to her like the 
hot little whore she was... 

"Stop!" he ordered, his mouth hanging slack, his hands pushing at her soft 
shoulders. "Stop, goddammit! Let me get my clothes off, Baby! Help me ... I 
want that little cunt of yours! I want to suck it before I fuck you ... lick 
your ass-hole and chew your clitoris! God almighty, Chickie! I'll blow my 
nuts all over this room!" 

Michele crept up over him, pressing her full throbbing breasts against his 
chest as she sought his lips and kissed him, thrusting her tiny tongue into 
his mouth. She held it, then, drew away. 

"No, Darling ... you'll blow them in me ... somewhere ... but before that, 
heaven can wait, can't it!" she said. 

"Shit ... fuck, Chickie ... everything can wait!" he exclaimed, tasting his 
own prick in his mouth from her tiny tongue. "Help me get my clothes off 
before I flip...! " 

 CHAPTER 4 

Russ Payne hadn't gone home that night, nor had he gone to his club. 
Instead, he'd climbed into his Caddy and started driving south along Route 
I, with no destination in mind nor logical reasoning to his act ... only to 
get away ... to clear his head ... to think ... or was it to stop thinking? 

God, he didn't know ... he wasn't certain of anything anymore, except his 
love for his wife, whom, he couldn't reach. It was damned near at an end, he 
felt sure of that, and Christ knows, he didn't hold it against her in the 
least. How could he? It wasn't her fault. But the heartbreaking part was 
that he knew she loved him, too, and would go on loving him as long as she 
lived. The ridiculousness of it, a marriage of nearly twenty-years that had 
never been consummated! Who would believe it ... or the depths of the love 
they truly felt for one another? She'd actually sacrificed herself for him 
... all these years, and he'd been too goddamned selfish to face up to it. 

Christ! He'd ruined her life! That's what he'd done! Denied her physical 
happiness as a woman because of his own abnormal ty, tried to pacify her by 
substituting worldly things for the sexual love and pleasure she was not 
only entitled to, but wanted and needed so badly. Well, it wasn't too late 
to repay her for some measure of the frustrated wretchedness he'd brought 
her. She was still young in spirit and as blushingly beautiful as she'd been 
at twenty, with a body that was more breathtaking and lovely than a virginal 
teenager. Hell, she was a virgin! Or nearly so! 

And then, his mind filled with the painful, unwanted thoughts of what she 
might well be doing at that very moment, and he shook his head bitterly, 
trying to concentrate on the lighted lane of highway before him while he 
drove at a reasonable speed, the window lowered to let the night air rush 
soothingly against his face. But it was useless to try and put it from his 
mind; he couldn't. 

Earlier, he'd almost resigned himself to the fact that he could endure her 
taking a lover, have an understanding with her that would permit some 
nameless male counterpart who would fulfill her physical need at agreed upon 
intervals, but she'd have to promise that only he, her husband, would have 
her love ... and then, he'd realized that he could no more condescend to 
such an arrangement than he'd been able to eighteen years ago when he'd 
first thought of it. No ... there was only one way...; he had to get out of 
her life ... just disappear! It was her only chance left for real happiness. 

He'd made up his mind. He'd take care of everything sensibly, 
systematically, and immediately. She'd have no financial wants; there was 
plenty of money, and as for the company, he'd decided to make Michele a 
present of that. Personally, he didn't give a damn what happened to it any 
longer; let Ethan milk it dry ... to hell with it. He'd tell Michele what 
was going on and how he'd frightened the goddamned pants off her uncle that 
very day by telling him that a couple of auditors were coming in to go over 
the books. Of course, they weren't; he'd had no need for them. He was as 
familiar with those books as a normal man was with his wife's pussy. But 
he'd tell her anyway, and the rest would be up to her. 

Russ saw the beach ahead and began to slow down. Carefully, he pulled off 
the road and drove as close as he dared, to where he could hear and see the 
surf rolling gently in the moonlight. He cut the motor and lay back against 
the seat with a sigh. 

And that would be that, he thought, a little lump rising up in his throat. 
As for himself, he wasn't quite sure yet. Maybe ... maybe, he'd just take a 
walk out into the sea when the time came, and everything was taken care of 
... or maybe ... maybe he'd just go someplace and buy himself a mare and try 
to raise centaurs.... 

* * * 

Heather Douglas had driven from Los Angeles to Rand-Harbor as fast as she 
dared in the night, freeway traffic, with only one thought racing through 
her mind ... to throw herself into the arms of the one man in the world whom 
she loved with all of her heart. Dear God, how she could have done such a 
thing ... lowered herself to the status of a common whore with a man she'd 
never before seen in her life, was something she'd never understand for 
certain. Oh yes, the crying, frustrated need had been there, tormenting her 
loins until she thought she'd go mad, but what had ever let her forget that 
the same agony tortured her Russell, too? Hadn't it been a curse they'd 
endured together ... bravely shared and helped each other find release from, 
each in their own devoted way? What else but this single bond had made their 
love so strong? The very fact that they both wanted to so badly and 
couldn't.. ! 

Dear God, should she tell him? Could he forgive her ... again? No, she'd say 
nothing. Why should she hurt him just to satisfy her own guilt feeling? Let 
that little burden be her punishment every time she looked at him ... 
knowing in her heart that she was the faithless one, the betrayer of their 
beautiful love.... 

And for what? My God! What a worthless, egotistical, half-man Dan Reynolds 
had been! Her belly still churned with the unfulfilled sensations he'd 
aroused inside her and left unsatiated, and just the thought of her 
husband's strong protective arms around her, his massive penis snuggled 
between her hot entrapping thighs and pressing against her titillating pussy 
like a great pole of hard burning flesh caused her blood to pound in her 
veins. How badly she needed him! 

Oh Darling, be there waiting for me? Please ... please? ... And I'll kiss it 
and love it like you've never dreamed possible. . ! 

And then, she was swinging into their drive and her heart sank. The garage 
door was up and his side empty. She looked at her watch in the light from 
the dash. Two-fifteen. He wouldn't be home now; he'd gone to his club., . . 

Oh damn! Damn! Damn! She could scream! 

Well ... no use carrying on like a school-girl. There was just one thing 
left to do if she ever intended to get any sleep this night ... what 
school-girls used to do when she was a student ... and what she'd be doing 
to herself in a very, very few minutes.... 

 CHAPTER 5 

Michele helped Ethan Douglas strip his clothes away, then lowered herself to 
the floor, pulling him down beside her. Momentarily, she rolled away to 
remove her wrist-watch and place it on a chair, teasingly thrusting her 
naked buttocks back toward his face in the process. 

He swore drunkenly and reached for her, unable to keep his hands off her 
body now. He lay one hand on the smooth, tanned skin of her slender waist, 
trailing it downward over the full rounded curve of her hip to the soft and 
resilient, globular spheres of her buttocks, stroking and spanning the 
satiny crevice separating them, hardly believing that he was actually 
touching and petting his precious niece's lovely naked little body. It had 
to be some kind of lecherous dream, but then he sensed a shudder electrify 
her at his touch and he knew for certain that it was all a reality. 

She rolled bark toward him and into his extended arms, her firm supple 
breasts flattening against his hard chest, her hand inching down between 
them to grasp with hungry meaning his long, thick cock that only moments 
before she had been sucking on voraciously with her still wet young lips. 

Michele heard his grunt of pleasure as her hand encircled the hot, 
blood-filled rod of hardened flesh, and a feeling of warm affection stirred 
within her for him. God, she'd loved him for so long ... but not in the 
singular, established meaning of the term, nor the narrow, stereotyped, 
social conception ... just male-female, opposite gentler, sensual emotion! 
Because he was her father's brother, was it any less right to want him 
sexually? Christ, if he were her own father, she'd feel no different! There 
were no Procrustean boundaries to love in the Pendulum's philosophy; the 
heart was nothing but a mill; it was the senses that counted! 

She pressed her naked belly and thighs tight against his and offered her 
lips to be kissed. His mouth, hot and moist, crushed her own and she felt 
his tongue thrust into the warm waiting cavern to be sucked ... and she did, 
anxiously, while his big hands smoothed over her back and downward to her 
buttocks, hauling her eagerly to him while she worked the heavy outer layer 
of skin on his uncircumcised penis back and forth with her small, soft hand. 

"Goddamn!" he rasped. "I want you so bad, Chickie!" 

"Have you always, Darling?" 

"Christ, yes! Ever since the first day we walked into this house together 
... and even before. I-I'm ashamed to say it ... but it's true.. ! " 

"Why're you ashamed to tell me, Darling?" she questioned, drawing back her 
face to better see him. "Why? I've felt the same about you ... and I'm not 
ashamed." 

"But ... oh shit, Baby!" he hissed. "It doesn't make any difference now, 
anyway.... " 

"Yes, it does! It makes a difference, Lover," she whispered. "A man doesn't 
feel guilt because he wants to make love to a woman ... enjoy her body ... 
anymore than a woman feels guilt for those reasons. That's wrong, Darling! 
Don't you see? Those miserable, warped ideas have practically hobbled and 
twisted man's mind for two-thousand years! But they're wrong. Uncle! That's 
not the way it was meant to be at all! Love is where and when you find it! 
And there aren't any restrictions ... inherent or otherwise! Man and woman, 
boy and girl, male and female ... you and me, my lover ... right now, this 
minute ... that's all that counts...." 

"Christ ... it's a beautiful outlook," he managed, blinking his eyes as if 
to rid himself of the cobwebs clinging to his brain. "But I'm drunk ... and 
nothing makes a damn when you're drunk, Chickie. It ... it's up to you to 
make the heady moves ... the intelligent decisions...." 

She smiled and kissed his lips tenderly. "I know," she said. "And I've 
already made it...." 

"In-Incest, Baby. Incest!" he gasped. 

She continued to smile. She said: "A word that means sexual relations 
between persons related within degrees which marriage is prohibited by law 
... and I'm sure those aren't our intentions ... are they, Uncle Ethan? I 
mean, love yes ... marriage no. It's the Pendulum's philosophy.... " 

Then, she squeezed his prick harder while she milked it gently and entwined 
her upper-leg over his thigh, pulling him tighter to her. She shouldn't have 
given him so much in one dose, she thought, feeling the loving warm 
viscidness of his lubricating emission that had seeped excitedly from the 
tip of his cock onto her hand. His wits were numbed with booze ... hardly a 
capable student ... and by the time she was finished she intended to have 
him as a full-fledged convert. He belonged in the Pendulums. There were as 
many singles as married couples, and although they weren't a cult, or 
adherent to any religious dogma, the mighty phallus had to be their symbol. 
And someday, she felt certain, that herculean, human phallus would come to 
lead them ... to stand stalwart before them.... 

"Look, Chickie ... I don't know!" he interrupted her thoughts. "Goddamn, I 
don't know! I-I love you ... want you! Shit, Baby, I could eat you from..." 

"Then, do it!" she cut him short. "Do it now, Darling! I want you to!" she 
added, letting loose of his cock and rolling onto her back, planting her 
feet on the thick carpeting, raising her knees and spreading her thighs 
wide. 

"Goddamn!" he choked, his face slack, yet contorted with lust. "Oh Christ!" 

Michele watched him scurry and crawl between her openly spread thighs, 
dropping flat on his belly, his head only inches above her warm, 
anticipating vaginal slit. He looked up between her proudly erect young 
breasts and half-smiled at her raised face. 

"Do it, Lover, for God's sake!" she heard herself choke excitedly. "Don't 
tease me ... lick my cunt!" 

It occurred to Ethan Douglas that he was well on his way to the fires of 
hell! In his lifetime, he'd never been much good, but of all the abhorrent 
things he'd done in those forty-years, he'd never imagined that he could 
play Lot's game ... not that he was, per se, but how close could you come to 
stealing the jewels without taking them? 

"Please, Darling?" she whimpered. 

His smile faded slowly as he dropped his eyes to the licentiously inspiring 
feast she lay before him on the splendid fleshy tray between her legs, the 
pink dewy flesh of her partially pubic hair hidden slit sending new shivers 
of wild salacity charging along his spine. He noted where the delicious 
narrow fissure started from the base of her smooth tanned belly slicing 
downward erotically between her thighs to the full rounded orbs of her 
buttocks, these slightly raised and rotating sensuously, almost expectantly, 
just inches below his lips. 

"Do it, Darling!" she whimpered suddenly. "Don't tease me anymore...." 

Tease her? Christ, that was the last thought in his mind. Self-preservation 
was all! And he couldn't even manage that. ... He lay the palms of his hands 
high on the insides of her hot quivering thighs, right at their juncture 
point, so that with his thumbs he could spread the soft, velvety lips of her 
young hair-lined cunt. Slowly, then, and almost frightenedly, he did ... 
opening the ragged, pink flanges before him, until its jeweled, flushed 
delicacy lay exposed completely to the hunger of his lust-mounting desire. 
Greedily, his eyes drank of the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of passion 
jolting through him. He ground his cock feverishly against the rough nap of 
the carpeting. 

"Fuck!" he choked. 

"Oh God, Uncle Ethan ... please. . ? " she begged, writhing her hips 
lasciviously. "Now. . ! Now!" 

Ethan shook his head numbly. He still had to be in a dream! He'd wake up 
with a piss-hard on and that would be that. ... But no! He gaped at the wide 
spread, bearded-like mouth of her tender young cunt glistening moistly with 
the viscous dew of carnality that was exciting her. It was all real ... 
real! He was about to lick his baby niece's hot little pussy! And he wanted 
to ... wanted to! 

He dropped his head and plunged the full length of his salaciously worming 
tongue into the warm quivering depths of her tightly clasping cunt! 

Immediately, she cried out ... then, began to spew words at him. "Oh ... 
oooohhhh! Yes ... yesssss, Uncle Ethan! Suck it! Lick it! Eat it and swallow 
it! My lover! My lover! Suck my cunt! Oooohhh ... just love me ... love me. 
. ! " 

Ethan felt her hands wind tightly in the hair of his head; she moaned and 
gasped, pulling his face forcefully toward the spread, moist, pink slit of 
her open vagina. He sensed the movements of her head already flailing back 
and forth as he speared his hot tongue up into the warm velvety depths of 
her squirming young pussy. She ground her hips uncontrollably against the 
ungiving nap of the carpet, writhing and squirming, audible mewlings 
escaping from between clenched teeth; then, she raised her cunt up higher to 
him, pressing his face into the silken-fringed split, its sensitive, hot 
vaginal walls opening and closing around his tongue in a moist sucking 
reaction, as if independent of the rest of her lewdly twisting body. 

Christ, he couldn't believe it ... not his little niece, Michele! Sure, he'd 
seen her gallivanting around the house and pool in her nakedness ... but 
that was merely innocence! A hundred times he'd told himself that it was 
nothing but innocence!, Even when the fellows came over ... Jesus Christ! 
Where'd he been? This was no little, innocuous teenager whose cunt he was 
engorging himself on! This was a sexually stimulated chick fighting toward 
climax! The wanton little bitch! Well ... he wasn't ready for that just yet! 
No ... No! Not yet, Chickie! 

He withdrew his long probing tongue knowledgeably and began to lick upward 
through the snug, yet opened, moist flesh, flicking its tip as it went, 
circling her quivering, passion-hardened clitoris, then, engulfing all with 
his lips, sucking and drawing the warm soft hair-lined cuntal folds deep 
into the hot reservoir of his mouth, while his tongue maintained its 
maddening licking against the straining plexus of her womanhood. 

Someplace along the line, he'd learned something of this game, he thought, 
but at the moment he wasn't quite sure how much. 

"Oh ... oh, my God, Darling....! You're wonderful ... wonderful! No question 
why I've always loved you!" Michele gasped chokingly. "Ooohhh ... suck it, 
suck it, Baby ... my lover! Lick it! Don't stop, Uncle! Don't ever stop!" 

Ethan was stunned ... inspired erotically, but stunned! His cock felt like a 
cannon primed to fire, then forgotten. He didn't know how cannons might 
feel, but he knew about his prick! The whole goddamned affair was insane ... 
incestuous and evilly wrong ... but the rod pokering out from his loins had 
no brain! It might backfire and blow him apart ... burst him open like a 
dropped ripe pumpkin, the seeds spattering wildly out of him! Maybe that'd 
be good if it were possible, and it'd all end right then and there. . ! 
Shit! Nothing made sense except the depraved and obscene act he was 
committing between the lusciously spread thighs of the magnificent 
passion-filled young body beneath him. 

Let her philosophy be right! Christ ... let her be right! 

He raised his eyes to see her pervertedly contorted face; her head still 
flailed methodically at a set rhythmic pace, while her hands clutched 
tighter into his hair, her fingers interlacing, and then she was trying to 
direct his intently sucking mouth to the small pulsing opening of the 
hungrily clenching passage between her open legs. 

Subconsciously, in a fresh twinge of sadistic appetite, his hands moved 
upward over the tanned flatness of her belly to the full, round firmness of 
her quivering tits, clutching harshly into their fleshy softness, his 
fingers almost-cruelly rolling their hardened tiny nipples between them. She 
whimpered masochistically, her voluptuous body writhing beneath his attack 
from the pain, but she made no effort to stop him. It was as if she'd 
ascended to another plain beyond him. Nothing that he did ... bite her 
clitoris ... brutally gouge and squeeze her quivering breasts ... nothing 
made her beg for quarter! She was beyond him ... too fucking much for him to 
comprehend! His cock lurched and ached in its own private agony. His balls 
thundered ... drawing pain from deep in his belly! He was outside his realm! 
Whatever they had ... these Pendulum people who knew no bounds of propriety, 
they were way beyond his limited scope. ... She was just too much ... too 
much! 

"Oh, Darling, Darling ... don't stop! Keep going, Lover!" her words echoed 
down at him. "Faster ... harder ... eat me ... eat me!" 

Abruptly, Michele felt him lifting her legs and folding them back, and she 
trembled in debauched, breathless anticipation. Her knees suddenly came back 
against her tingling breasts, his hands behind them, holding them there, 
raising her lewdly exposed sexual genitals to his feverish tongue and 
sucking mouth. Then ... then! She felt his hot, moist lingual member making 
delicious contact with her tiny, puckered anus, laving and probing 
sensuously at the perceptive rubbery orifice, sending maddening sensations 
of rapture coursing through her enchanted body. God in heaven! He was a 
beautiful lover ... beautiful ... just as she'd always known he would be ... 
and this was only the beginning of a thousand and one such nights to 
come...! 

The feel of her tiny anal mouth of raised, spongy flesh to the tip of his 
tongue was as intoxicating to Ethan Douglas as the gin he'd drunk. Once 
more, his head filled with a delicate essence of perfume as he licked the 
smooth, soft crevice between her lush, widespread buttocks; then he 
stiffened his tongue-muscles like a raw, hardened prick and tried to worm 
its tip into the gently pulsating hole. He sensed her relaxing to the 
fullest and thrusting her little ass-hole upward, until at last his tongue 
burrowed beyond the slackened ovaled mouth for a slight distance into her 
back passage. His brain reeled with the erotic obscenity of the act, while 
desperately, he tried for further depths, reaming and rotating the oral 
shaft and simultaneously fingering her erect and throbbing young clitoris. 

"Lover, Lover!" Michele moaned passionately. "Yes ... yes! Tongue-fuck my 
ass-hole, Darling! Farther! Worm it in farther! Ooohhh. . ! " 

But Ethan had reached his limit, both in the distance of his entry and the 
endurance of his throbbing prick! He couldn't wait any longer. He had to 
fuck her! He was going to cum right there with his cock grinding against the 
carpet, and damn her, he didn't intend for that to happen! He slipped his 
tongue from her still gently clenching rectum and knead his way up over her, 
still holding her legs pushed back and raised high.... 

"Oh, Uncle Ethan ... don't stop! Please . . ? I loved your tongue in my 
ass-hole!" she whined in a near-pathetic, lust-filled voice. 

"Did you now?" he rasped, his eyes staring salaciously down between her 
helpless, widespread legs beneath him, his heavy, hard cock-head pointed 
wickedly at her moist, exposed genitals. "All right then, reach down there 
and put it in! Hurry!" 

Quickly, Michele moved her hands around her thighs and grasped his hardened 
penis, gently sliding the foreskin back as she levered it toward her 
cunt-mouth. 

"No, Chickie, not that hole ... the other one!" he ordered, his lips 
stretching in a licentious grin. "Your ass-hole, Baby! Quick!" 

"Oh God, Darling ... I don't know. . ! " she replied, her lovely hazel-eyes 
popping open wide. "I-I don't think I can in this position.. ! " 

"Do it!" he snapped. "Go on! Work the tip of my cock into your ass-hole. . ! 
" 

"Oh, Uncle ... let me turn over and get up on my knees . . ? " she pleaded. 

"No! This way ... or haven't the Pendulums included this in their philosophy 
yet?" he said leering down at her. "Hurry up, move, Chickie! You wanted to 
play, so we'll play ... but my game! Put it in, damn you!" 

Michele felt her breathing catch in her throat. Not that she hadn't taken it 
in her rectum before, nor that she didn't enjoy it that way occasionally, 
but God almighty, never in this position! Yet, the lascivious thought and 
challenge of the debasing sodomy he would be subjecting her to was like 
pouring gasoline over the already consuming flames of her lust, and wickedly 
she nuzzled the smooth, mushroomed head of his pulsating cock against her 
tiny, slightly flowered anus, pressing its tip tight into the fleshy raised 
circle and feeling it, like his tongue, expanding the puckered little mouth 
luridly. 

The sight alone of her contortedly spread thighs and buttocks beneath him as 
he held her legs pinned back mercilessly against her lush tits was enough to 
drive Ethan right out of his goddamned skull. Her brazen, alluring mouth had 
gone slack and her wide, hazel-eyes, two desire-charged orbs of degeneracy. 
In the smooth, damp cleft separating her buttocks, his heavy prick was 
wedged almost knob-deep in the ovaly stretched hole of her ass, giving him 
the impression momentarily, that it was growing out of her and plunging into 
him somewhere just above his aching balls ... and then his eyes locked on 
the opened coral slit of her hair enframed cunt glistening ravenously 
between her thighs. Her erect little clitoris seemed to quiver vibrantly as 
he stared at it ... then suddenly, she let out a grunting sigh of pain, the 
first he'd heard from her, and he realized that he'd wormed another portion 
of an inch into her and was working on the next measure. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed, a flickering chill of terror clutching 
at her belly. "No-No! No, Uncle Ethan ... not this way. ... I-I can't! I 
can't take it. . ! " 

"Chickie. . . , " he hissed evilly. "You've already got it!" 

"Oh Christ ... don't please ... no more ... no more!" she begged, trying to 
squirm free of the blunt, pain-racking intrusion into her hopelessly 
resisting rectum, but he pressed into her unmercifully, driving his hips 
relentlessly forward, his eyes fixed on the salaciously exciting sight, his 
strong, heavy body cradled upon her to render her defenseless, and she bit 
at her lip then clenched her teeth to the incessant growing agony. 

"Fuck!" he exclaimed suddenly ... and he did, unable to hold it back any 
longer. 

Viciously, he thrust, driving his long, thick shaft the remaining five or so 
inches into the obscenely expanded hole of her tiny, resisting rectum, his 
heavy balls slapping and dangling against the satiny crevice separating her 
tautly stretched buttocks. 

"Oooggghhhhh! Auuuugggghhhhh! Stop! Stop! You're killing me ... killing me!" 
she half-screamed, her face twisted in the throes of the unbelievable 
shocking pain, fearing to God that he was going to split her entire crotch 
into one great gash, but it was useless, she realized as the throbbing, 
fleshy rod continued its mind-shattering invasion to the very depths of her 
bowels, pushing the rubbery, resistant walls before it in rolling fleshy 
waves until it was buried to the hilt in her warm, constricting channel. 

She'd asked for it ... probed and taunted, searching his soul and firing his 
desire until she'd unleashed the basic animal in him! He wasn't to blame ... 
nor ... nor was she sorry! She wanted it ... wanted him ... and experience 
told her the agony would pass if she could only endure and ride with the 
tide.... 

Ethan couldn't resist the grunts of depraved pleasure gurgling from his lips 
at the sight and thought of what he was doing to this beautiful little girl 
he loved so much and for so long. Christ, he should've done this years ago 
... kept her for himself. Fuck! What a delicious cherry she must've been! He 
felt with lecherous delight the warm and soft flesh of her full taut thighs 
and buttocks flattened against his ribs and pelvis ... the warm, viscid 
moisture of her open slit when he thrust into her and his hairy pubis 
grinding into the sensitive flesh of her cunt. 

He leveled his eyes on the hardened spear of flesh that was disappearing 
completely into the tight, salaciously expanded hole centered between her 
full, wide stretched buttocks. He moaned again, slowing down and drawing it 
out slightly to watch with bated breath the tender pink flesh pulling 
without and clinging to his cock, then disappearing inside again with his 
inward thrust. The lewd debauched sight of his incestuous sodomy raised a 
choking gasp of further arousal inside him ... and then he saw his young 
niece trying to lift her head and look down between them so that she, too, 
could see. He grunted vilely and began sawing with rhythmical plunges in and 
out of her, ramming furiously, deep up into her warm clasping passage. 

"Aaahhhh ... aaahhh ... sweet ... sweet lover...! " Michele began to chant, 
reaching for his face and pulling it down to where she could get her lips, 
mouth and tongue on it, licking at his eyes and nose and lips hungrily, her 
actions reflecting the unmistakable bliss she was finally experiencing. "Oh 
... oh my lover, Darling ... yes ... yes! Fuck my ass-hole! Sodomize me! Oh 
... oh ... and the hair above your wonderful cock ... it's ... it's rubbing 
and ticking so beautifully against my clit. ... Oh, Darling ... don't stop. 
. ! " 

"I-I won't. ... I won't!" he gasped. 

"Fuck it hard, Lover! Bury it in me! Make me love it! Dig into me!" she 
pleaded, beginnng to undulate her hips excitedly, grinding her flushed, 
lip-spread cunt tightly up against the wiry hair-covered flesh of his 
pelvis, the rough thatch of pubic hair like a soft-bristled brush caressing 
her erect, quivering clitoris. 

Oh God, it was even better than she had ever dreamed. He'd brought her new, 
unexplored enchantment, unbelievable sensuous bliss, enrapturing in its 
obscene and forbidden perversity alone, to say nothing of the fulfillment 
and happiness in seducing him and knowing that he loved her, wanted her as 
much as she wanted him. What a magnificent alliance it was going to be, once 
she got him out of this mess; the ecstasy they were going to have together, 
loving, experimenting, sometimes alone, sometimes with other Pendulums. ... 
Oh Christ, his wonderful cock was the essence of exaltation plunging into 
her ass-hole. She could feel its solid thickness massaging the walls of her 
nether channel delightedly, its heavy bludgeoning head probing at her very 
bowels, all in a bewitching, licentious spell of satanic jubilation. She 
felt exhilarated in her subjugation beneath him. He could do anything in the 
world he wanted to her at that very moment and there was absolutely nothing 
she could do to help herself. She was as helpless as the lowest serf, 
completely humbled to his slightest whim! 

Ethan felt the lubricious walls of her rectum clutching and releasing, then 
clutching again around his insanely pulsating cock as he soared into her. He 
still held her legs raised high when he thrust his hips down and forward, 
she responded with a rocking motion, plunging her tightly clenching 
back-passage to the very hilt of his shaft, rotating the sensitive raw flesh 
of her splayed cunt against the bristly, hair-covered swelling of his pubis, 
the obvious excitement of her approaching climax stimulating him. 

As if he needed any further provocation, he thought wildly. He was nothing 
but a fucking animal anyway ... and long before this wicked night! Even so, 
he couldn't deny that certain sensation of accomplishment that had snugly 
crept over him. She might be his very own niece, but she was still a 
nineteen year old girl, and any middle-aged lecher with any part of his wits 
would have to be elated on such a conquest ... especially in the obscene and 
degrading way he was taking her! Ass-fucking her! Sodomy ... and she was 
loving it ... him ... going right out of her mind! 

"Oh ... Oh ... my Darling, baby!" she choked suddenly as he hammered his 
heavy cock up into the confines of her now wildly undulating buttocks. "I-I 
... yes ... I am, I'm going to ... now, Darling! I can't wait. . ! It's 
going to cum! Oh fuck! Hard, Lover ... pound it into me! Make me taste it! 
I'm cuuummmmmmmiinnngggg!" 

She reached up and began to twist his nipples between her thumbs and 
fore-fingers, while simultaneously she heaved and bucked her entire wide 
split loins area savagely up against him, a sudden new dampness beginning to 
saturate the region around his cock-base. His mind screamed! She'd triggered 
the valves controlling the boiling sperm in his reservoir! His balls 
suddenly felt as if they were about to dissolve! A wild, tingling sensation 
centered at his ass-hole ... then, everything gave at once! Michele 
screamed; his prick started to jerk carnally, while his bloated balls began 
their pumping spasms and he felt the seething flood racing the length of his 
channel like a raging tidal wave. It would be ear-splitting when it swept 
into her, he knew, feeling the first spurts of the creamy gush splurging 
deep into the confines of her hungrily constricting rectum and wondering why 
he couldn't hear it splashing into her. Wildly, his cock spewed the load his 
luscious doll had built there, squirting his semen in hot, thick jets deep 
into the hidden recesses of her intricate body, while her sucking 
ass-channel worked demon-like to milk the seething sperm from his rapidly 
deflating prick. 

Michele could never remember a climax quite like it. Even her tits had 
seemed to fill up with cum. She was breathless, motionless, worthless, she 
thought, sensing his beautiful cock slowly deflating in her nether channel. 
She pushed his arms away, lowering her legs for the first time in what 
seemed to be hours. The action caused all but the head of his prick to slip 
from her anus. She waited. ... He drew it out with a wet hissing sound, then 
rolled over beside her onto his back. 

"H-How do you feel, Darling?" she whispered, leaning on an elbow up over 
him. "Raped." 

"You liar." 

"Wh-What do you want me to say?" 

"The truth," she said, emphatically. 

For a moment he was silent. "All right ... the truth. It was ... something 
else. ... Not talking material, maybe. I-I didn't mean for it to be that 
way--" 

"I loved it." 

"Nevertheless, I didn't ... we shouldn't ... it was wrong. You know that, 
don't you? It was wrong?" 

"Why?" 

He'd been looking at her, as if waiting for the right answer. He turned from 
her suddenly. "Oh shit!" he said. 

Michele laughed. Then she said: "Hangups, eh Baby? I wouldn't've believed it 
... but I suppose I should have. It's part of your generation. All the same, 
Uncle, there's no shrugging it off ... or going to confession. Here we are 
... just you and me ... and you've just fucked my ass. ... Sodomy I think 
it's called. 

"What the hell do you want?" 

She leaned down and kissed his lips softly. Christ, he was lost, he knew. 
There'd never been anything like her in his lifetime. But a man had a choice 
... die or endure.. ! 

"You, Lover ... you're all I want," she half-whispered down into his mouth, 
the sweet taste of her breath and mouth kindling him once more "Are you 
ready to listen?" 

"F-Fuck, yes! I-I'll listen to anything.. ! " PART TWO 

 CHAPTER 6 

Dolores Hamilton beamed a warm sensuous smile at her handsome young husband 
that Friday morning as he stumbled into their kitchen looking very much like 
he'd been on a ten-day drunk. He walked with a slump; there were deep, dark 
circles beneath his red-rimmed eyes, and his hands were shaking as if he 
might have a touch of palsy. He made it to the breakfast nook, slumping 
heavily into the little booth, and pulling at the collar of his freshly 
laundered white shirt nervously. 

"My, but don't we look fit and up-and-at-'em this morning though?" she said, 
continuing to smile as she poured his coffee while he rubbed a trembling 
hand over his brow. 

Painfully, Tony Hamilton raised his burning gray eyes to focus upon the 
stunningly beautiful face of his twenty-one year old bride of three months, 
his libido immediately nudged when he noted that she was wearing one of her 
diaphanous peignoirs with nothing beneath, her curvaceous loveliness an 
ambrosia; yet, a nectar that suddenly caused little knots in his nauseous 
entrails as he watched her swing away to replace the coffee-pot on the 
range, her full, erect breasts and round full buttocks swaying and jiggling 
provocatively with the move, as did her long blonde hair that she had swept 
cutely back into a shoulder-blade length of pony-tail. 

He watched her return and slip into the booth across from him, her avid 
blue-eyes still dancing excitedly, just as they had from twelve o'clock on, 
the night before. He said: 

"Christ, I don't think we had two-hours sleep ... say nothing of the 
goddamned workout. ... But you look as if the whole romp set pretty well 
with you." 

Dolores detected the note of bitter sarcasm in his tone, but she didn't 
intend to let him know it. It had occurred to her long before that such 
could well be the result by either husband or wife on the first morning 
after, and she'd vowed that should she ever agree to such an arrangement it 
would be with absolute determination of accepting the consequences, whatever 
they might be. But in all honesty, she had to admit that she'd never dreamed 
she would feel as she did about it. After all, it had been his idea and one 
he'd began to instill in her mind months before they were ever married. God 
knows, if it hadn't been for her near-blinding, insane love for him and her 
vow to get him and keep him at any cost, she would never have agreed. 

"Would you like some eggs or something, Darling?" she asked, watching him 
light a cigarette shakingly. 

"Nothing ... just coffee," he replied, exhaling smoke from deep in his 
lungs. "I'm late already." 

"You didn't drink very much. I don't think anyone did. Everywhere I looked 
they were smoking pot," she said, sipping from her own cup. "Frankly, I'm 
still too frightened to try it, myself...." 

He grunted. ""That's about the only goddamned thing you were frightened of." 

"Darling ... that's not very fair," she responded immediately, his words and 
tone of voice cutting. "Remember ... we both promised there wouldn't be any 
of that.... " 

"Shit! That was before I was aware you were going to fuck every stud in the 
place on the very first night!" he snapped angrily. 

"Tony! Darling! ... How can you say that to me? My God, you sound as if the 
whole idea were mine!" she spat, her own ire aroused now. "Who's been trying 
to brainwash, whom...? And ever since we started going together? Have you 
forgotten your favorite cliche, Mr. Hamilton? "Variety is the spice of life 
... that needed little aromatic substance that makes for a closer and 
happier marriage, or some such crap?" 

"Evidently, you haven't!" 

"Look, dammit! Did you or didn't you call me yesterday afternoon all excited 
about this being it? 'We're going to swing tonight, Baby! This is it ... et 
cetera, et cetera, et cetera'. " 

"Nuts!" he grunted, struggling to get out of the little booth and onto his 
feet. "All that goddamned malarky you've been handing me about morals and 
your lousy religious upbringing. ... You certainly had me fooled, all right, 
Dolo!" he spat at her. "I'll tell you the God's honest truth, Baby. ... I 
really believed you ... until I saw you sucking off that fucking hippie 
while Bernstein was socking it to you from behind!" 

"Oh ... oh, you miserable bastard!" the lovely blonde-girl fumed, unable to 
hold back the tears of rage puddling into her eyes. "How dare you say such a 
thing to me when you're to blame for everything! I never wanted it to happen 
and you know it! I was perfectly happy and contented with just the two of 
us, but no, we had to get some zest in our existence, says you! The 
Pendulums ... our big break to crack the elite circle and for you to get to 
know the right people ... wasn't that it? Okay, damn you ... so we cracked 
'em!" 

"We cracked 'em?" he gibed. "Baby, you cracked them ... just about every 
pair of nuts in the house!" 

"You're a rotten liar and you know it! But I'll tell you something, Tony 
Hamilton, I intend to! That's right! I'm going to be screwed by every last 
willing man in that club....!" 

"You mean that you missed someone last night?" 

"Damn you! What about you and Michele Douglas?" she shot at him. "Don't you 
suppose I saw you licking between her legs like some depraved animal? So 
help me God, if it hadn't been for that I never would've let one of them 
touch me! I begged you not to leave me ... pleaded with you to do it to me 
while we watched the show, but no ... you had to get at that little 
chestnut-haired bitch!" 

"She sponsored us, stupid! I told you before we ever left here that a new 
member was expected to have a go with his sponsor first....!" 

"And what in hell did you expect me to do in the meantime? Just sit there 
and watch you and applaud!" she exclaimed scornfully, the tears streaming 
down her cheeks. 

"Well I didn't expect you to have them queue up for a turn like some 
goddamned street-walker!" he snarled, his jealous rage eating into him like 
a green-eyed ulcer, knowing that he was exaggerating cruelly with the acrid 
resentment and vexation that hadn't allowed him a moment's peace or sleep 
since they'd come home in the wee morning hours. 

Christ, he'd never dreamed it possible that he could feel this way! He loved 
her, and had since the first day he'd laid eyes upon her....' 

"I'm not going to argue any more with you Tony," she said suddenly, her 
voice dropping several levels; she found a paper napkin on the table and 
dabbed at her eyes. "You know the truth whether you want to face it or not. 
This swapping idea was never mine ... I wanted no part of it ... but I'm 
going to be terribly honest with you. I did it for you. ... Though I found 
that I like it for me. Is that clear? For me! You can do whatever you like, 
but I intend to carry out my initiation assignment ... and I suggest you do 
the same if you ever hope to make it big, as you put it ... especially with 
Payne-Douglas." 

She leaned back against the padded booth and directed her gaze toward her 
coffee-cup. He stared at her in disbelief. His head throbbed from lack of 
sleep and his loins still ached from the ordeal he'd put his body through 
with Michele Douglas. Christ, he'd cum at least a half-dozen times, and 
still she'd wanted more. There was no quenching her insane lust; he'd had to 
practically beg to get away from her ... and then, she'd sprung the 
goddamned initiation assignment, a task rather than a fee for membership. 

"All right, darlings," she'd said at the door when they were about to leave, 
just as the sun was peeking over the mountains, "your little mission will be 
to seduce the Russell Paynes, and get pictures to prove it." 

"Wh-What?" he'd gasped, staring at her standing there naked in all of her 
alluring seductiveness and watching the little smile tweak at her brazen 
mouth. "Y-You're kidding? You've got to be...!" 

"Not at all, Darling," Michele had replied cutely, while at the same time 
she began to smooth her hand over Dolores' round, firm breasts. "They're 
very lovely, Baby," she said to her softly. "I was noticing them earlier 
when you had your clothes off...."We ... we'll have to get together for 
lunch one day...." 

"Y-Yes. ... I think I'd like that," Dolores had answered, her petulant lips 
opening moistly as she looked into the other girl's hazel eyes ... and he 
hadn't been able to believe that either. "Call me sometime," Dolo had added, 
" ... and we accept the assignment." 

"I knew you would, Darling," Michele said with an enticing little smile. "I 
watched you tonight off and on ... when I wasn't too engrossed in my own 
affair with this handsome hunk. It took you a few minutes to shed your 
hang-ups, but once you did ... wow! They love you, Pet ... all of them ... 
and so do I" 

"T-Thank you . . , " Dolo'd replied, her delicious blue-eyes seeming to 
become liquid right there before him as they locked with Michele Douglas'. 

That's when he'd dragged her out of there, wondering what in Christ's world 
he'd done to her ... to himself ... to their marriage? Now, he gazed with 
tired and wretched eyes at the thinly veiled loveliness of this girl he 
actually adored, realizing abruptly what she really meant to him. His 
overworked prick lurched inside his pant-leg as his eyes fixed themselves 
contentedly on her rotund, proud breasts with their little pink nipples 
embossed protrudingly against the gossamery material. And to think, she'd 
been his ... all his alone, from virginity to last night. 

Now, it was no longer true ... and he was to blame! The thought sickened 
him. 

He turned away and started for the door, then paused, slowly looking back. 
"Y-You always kiss me good-bye," he said, almost childishly. 

She stared up at him for a long moment ... then, slipped from the booth and 
ran into his opened arms. She clung to him tightly, pressing her voluptuous 
body tight against his and feeling his hands move down to cup her warm, 
rounded buttocks through the sheer material of her gown. He kissed her 
passionately and she slipped her tiny tongue into his mouth. They clung that 
way for a moment, until finally he drew away and looked down at her. 

"Is-Is that really what you want, Dolo ... the Pendulums, I mean...?" 

"It's what you wanted, Darling. I merely acclimated myself to it. Now ... 
now, it's what I want, too." 

"Are you sure." 

" 

"Yes, Tony," she whispered softly. "It's what I want, but I'm sorry we 
fought about it. I love you, Darling." 

"Oh Christ ... I love you so much, Baby!" he gasped, kissing her again. 
Then, raising his head once more: "Do ... are you going to call Russ Payne 
... the way we planned?" 

"Yes. Later this morning." 

"Are you sure you want to? Have you thought it all over, Baby?" he tried. 

"Darling ... I've been thinking about it ever since I first met you. I never 
dreamed I could do the things I did at that little party last night ... but 
I can ... and I liked them, Sweetheart, just the way you said I would. You 
were right and I was wrong. Variety is the spice ... and all that well taken 
nonsense. Yes, Tony, I want to and I'm going to ... I-I just can't help 
myself. It's all so much more exciting than this little Boston-girl had ever 
imagined." 

"And me? What about me, Dolo?" he questioned, obviously apprehension choking 
his voice. 

"You, my sweet...? I love you, and always will. You're the nearest and 
dearest thing to my heart ... and when all else, everything and everyone is 
just a memory, you'll be beside me ... if you want me the way you've made 
me.... " 

She looked up at him, her striking beauty intoxicating him momentarily. 
Christ, if he could only carry her into bed and make love to her at that 
very, very instant, with none of the stigma from the night before blotting, 
smearing, destroying the enchantment of what they'd had together. 

He drew away from her, the pain of his foolish and greedy past-lust like a 
knife in his heart at that moment. Christ, he was a replica of Dr. 
Frankenstein! He'd created a monster and toiled secretly to give it life. 
Well, he'd been successful! The monster lived! The electrifying jolts from 
the lightning of forbidden sex had spawned new and wild desirous life inside 
the enchanting creature! And God almighty, what was to come ... short of the 
ultimate destruction of both of them? 

* * * 

Russ Payne liked to be in his office at eight o'clock in the morning, even 
when he'd slept in his car on a remote beach some where between San Clemente 
and San Diego the night before. As long as one lived, he should follow 
intelligent, routine, he'd always felt. But he was pleased that his 
secretary hadn't arrived and he'd had time to shave and shower, don a fresh 
shirt and pour himself a blast. When she brought in his coffee he was behind 
his desk smiling, and then Heather had called. 

"I-I had no idea you were home," he said, elated at the thought. 

"I was home early ... hoping to find you, but you were gone ... and you 
didn't stay at the club," she said softly, her voice like a tonic to his 
ears. 

"I ... I took a room at a motel ... didn't want to sleep there without you, 
Darling," he lied, his whole inner self swelling joyously at every word she 
spoke. "But you were supposed to be in L.A. a few days.... " 

"I missed you too much, Lover," she half-whispered, the sibilance of her 
voice in his ear like an elixir to him. 

"I ... I'm sorry Baby, I didn't know," he said, looking up to see the sun 
streaming into his window for the first time. "What're you doing now?" 

"Stella just brought me breakfast. Want to come home and eat with me?" she 
teased. 

He laughed. Christ, he couldn't remember feeling so buoyantly wonderful. 
"Tonight, Darling," he whispered back at her, playing her game, his massive 
rod of flesh stretching in his pant-leg, even as he realized the limitations 
the powers had afflicted him with. But just the knowing that she was there 
... had been there ... last night was enough! 

"I don't know whether ... I can wait, Darling," she was saying into his ear. 
"I missed you so.... " 

He chuckled heartily, proudly, swiveling back in his chair, his broad, 
handsome smile filled with the rapture of his soul. "Baby ... Baby," he 
teased. "You were only gone a day ... not even that...." 

"It doesn't matter! I missed you, Russ ... I did! Please ... please, come 
home early?" 

There was something in her words ... no, not her words, but the level of her 
voice ... yes, her words, too! Something, something! "All right, Angel, I'll 
be home early. ... We'll do nice things ... eh?" 

"Oh yes, Baby ... nice things." 

"I love you Doll." 

"And I love you, my Darling.... " 

His secretary brought his mail but he didn't want to read it. Young Hamilton 
came in carrying large posters, but he couldn't put his mind to them. He'd 
suggested the lad come back later in the afternoon when he was more in a 
mood for approving new programs, and then he'd watched him almost slump away 
out of his office, and that bothered him. Hamilton was good, in fact, one of 
the rare ones in the game. He hadn't meant to discourage him ... shouldn't 
have, especially when he appeared so dragged. Poor kid, he'd probably set up 
half of the night preparing his display.... 

He'd better look at it, he thought and was reaching for the button on his 
inter-com when he decided to go to the boy's office instead. That would 
really give him a boost, and he felt just like charging someone up this day. 

* * * 

Michele, in a provoking mini-skirt, sat on the side of her Uncle Ethan's 
desk. Knowing that she would, Ethan had arisen immediately upon her entrance 
and began pacing the floor for a better look at her enchanting legs, and she 
hadn't disappointed him. He could see all the way up between her legs, and 
she wore only a white little wisp of silk panty band covering her there. 

Christ! She was going to drive him crazy! 

"It's all set, Uncle," she said, half-following his striding moves around 
the room, and lighting herself a cigarette. "The Hamiltons showed last night 
in flying colors ... but I'm just the slightest afraid of dear Tony. Dolores 
is wonderful ... in fact, she's beautiful! But Tony ... I think Uncle 

Ugly got at him." 

"Uncle Ugly?" 

Michele laughed. "The green-eyed monster, Lover. Mr. Jealousy. He wasn't 
looking too well when they went home this morning. I think he's got some 
old-fashioned double standard ideas, and seeing that wild chick he's married 
to let her hair down last night was more than he could cope with." 

"You mean, Dolores?" 

"Yeah, Darling ... Dolores. She let loose and nearly threw the party into a 
quandary!" Michele said, smiling and dragging deep from her cigarette. 

"Dolores ... ? Hell I've had dinner at their home and never realized. ... 
She's a beautiful girl...." 

"Whoooooop! Hold it, Lover. Let's not go overboard," Michele said with 
smiling countenance, while simultaneously her eyes narrowed meaningfully. 

"Well ... I ... I've seen her, you know, being at their house. She is a 
pretty young woman.... " 

"Yes, I know, Uncle Ethan ... and piss on that, eh?" Michele snapped, 
getting to her feet as Russ made his way back to his chair. 

"Oh, for C h r i s t's sake, Chickie, I only meant ... " he started, but she 
cut him short. 

"I know what you meant, Uncle dear," Michele advised sarcastically. "We 
don't have to go into it. Anyway, that's not why I'm here." She let her 
smile broaden. "You and I, we have an understanding ... don't we, Lover?" 

"Of ... of course, we do. You know that." 

"Of course," she repeated. "I mean, who wants to spend the last half of his 
life in prison?" 

"All right, all right ... you've made your point!" he snapped, finding a 
wooden pencil to toy with. "Just why did you come?" 

"Business, Uncle ... or verification of same. The lovely and seductive 
Dolores Hamilton will be calling Old Rusty soon. She'll try to make an 
appointment to meet with him at a convenient time and place ... extra 
convenient, I hope. She has her little camera and knows how to use it. The 
timer will be set; all she has to do is place it in a strategic 
position...." 

"God, Chickie, I don't know . . , " Ethan Douglas said, a worried look 
wrinkling his handsome brow. He shook his head. "Look, what the hell do you 
hope to gain by putting Russ Payne in a spot?" 

Michele tilted her alluring head cutely. "That, I think, must be your 
failing point, Uncle darling ... no imagination," she said, then breathed a 
long sigh. "But it's quite simple, really. You see, I intend to place the 
sweet old man in such a position with the lurid pictures we'll have of him, 
his lovely Heather, and the Hamiltons, that he'll be happy to listen to any 
proposition I have to offer ... or else be completely destroyed in 
Rand-Harbor ... his pet philanthropy." 

"Christ, Chickie ... you wouldn't do that...?" 

"Ahhh, I not only would, Darling, but I will ... unless he agrees to my 
deal," she replied sharply. 

Ethan stared at her, no longer surprised at anything she said, but none the 
less panicky at her methods. "Wh-What deal...?" he heard himself ask 
hesitantly. 

The luscious young beauty continued to smile. "He's going to sell 
Payne-Douglas to me, Uncle Ethan ... but at my price ... and I intend to 
have all the papers ready for him to sign. He'll have no time to fidget or 
think about it ... not if his and his precious Heather's reputation mean a 
damn to him. 

"Oh, Christ!" Ethan Douglas blurted. "I don't know, Michele.... " 

"You don't have to know, Darling," she stopped him short. "That's my 
department." 

"But ... but what makes you think Russ'll have anything to do with Dolores 
Hamilton?" 

She laughed. "I might've asked the same question before last night, Uncle 
doll ... in fact, it did bother me a little. But then, I saw her au naturel 
... and wanting. ... Wow. ... Besides, that too, is my problem. Yours is 
simply taking care of my little bodily wants and needs, Baby." 

Ethan Douglas swallowed tightly as he studied his voluptuous niece with 
fixed, worried eyes. "What about Hamilton ... Tony, I mean?" 

"There you go, Darling," she said laughing. "You're in the wrong department 
again. Why worry about it? Oh well, all right. ... While my little Dolores 
is seducing the benevolent Mr. Payne to our advantage, getting her pictures 
and whatever, her greedy young husband will be making the angry approach to 
Heather and accusing her lecherous husband of carrying on with his beloved 
wife, et cetera ... one thing leading to another until, whamo, Lover, right 
in the old sack, eh?" 

"Christ!" Ethan gasped, getting from his chair again. Abruptly, he felt 
nauseous, but he knew there wasn't a goddamned thing he could do about any 
of it. Hell, it was his neck too! 

He hadn't truly gotten over last night's shocker yet, and now to see her 
swagger about his office with such cold-blooded confidence frightened the 
hell out of him. Shit, maybe he'd be better off in prison! Dammit, she was 
such a delicious creature! He loved her ... as sinful as it might be, he 
did! God knows, he didn't want to, but he couldn't help himself! He knew 
he'd do whatever she asked; he was lost ... completely lost! 

"I'm leaving now, Angel ... but I'll be there when you come home ... and 
we'll play awhile," she said, moving around his desk and leaning over him 
where he'd just fallen back into his chair. "I'll have your martinis all 
ready for you, Baby. ... Now, just you look after things here and don't 
worry, eh?" 

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Finally, he nodded and she kissed his 
forehead with moist, open lips. 

Hell, there was no use in trying to fight it, he thought. He just couldn't 
help himself! 

* * * 

Russ Payne never arrived at Tony Hamilton's office. In route, he saw Michele 
Douglas enter her uncle's chamber and followed, hoping to say hello to her. 
It'd been sometime since he'd seen his dead partner's daughter and he'd 
always held a fondness for her. 

Ethan's secretary had stepped out, so he'd approached the door to the room 
beyond, noticing that it wasn't completely closed, then paused when he heard 
his pet nickname being used by this lovely young girl whose interest and 
welfare concerned him. "Old Rusty" she had said, and with a certain acridity 
of tone that stung him bitterly. Momentarily, he paused, waited and 
listened.... 

 CHAPTER 7 

It was an irate and scheming Russell Payne who drove rapidly toward his home 
at mid-afternoon. He spent the remainder of the morning, his luncheon 
period, and the first two-hours of the P.M. rehashing in his mind the 
conversation he'd overheard between Ethan and Michele Douglas, nursing 
stimulating doses of bourbon and soda and growing more enraged with every 
passing minute. At first, the pointed meaning of their sordid little plot 
had made scant sense to him, but after recapitulating it over and over in 
his brain, it all began to take shape. Ethan had believed him about the 
auditors coming into the picture, had told Michele, and she, being the 
greedy little wench that she undoubtedly was, had become frightened of 
losing her inheritance ... hence, the blackmail maneuver. 

That Ethan would stoop to such tactics had come as no surprise, but 
Michele...? It was difficult to believe ... almost impossible ... until it 
had finally dawned upon him that his dead partner's lovely daughter was not 
merely a dupe in the conspiracy; she was the designer! Christ ... the 
cunning little bitch! Everything he'd heard about her the last year or so 
was beginning to add up. He'd thought of it as malicious gossip, over the 
bridge-table, spiteful conversation of jealous women who were envious of her 
youth, wealth and beauty. Heather had mentioned this underground club where 
swapping, promiscuity and lewd carryings-on were supposed to be the prime 
activities, and that Michele was rumored to be one of the charter members, 
but he'd immediately passed it off. Hell, he couldn't bring himself to 
believe that such a circle existed in Rand-Harbor, let alone that Michele 
Douglas would play any part in it. Now, suddenly, he knew different ... yet 
it was still almost impossible to swallow. 

As usual, the bourbon had helped, arousing him in several different 
capacities. First and foremost, it occurred to him that he'd been playing 
the part of the goddamned meek benefactor to his fellow man just about long 
enough, and in analyzing himself, he'd realized that he was a victim of a 
complex, an emotional abnormality that he'd let seize control of him ... and 
all because of the fantastic size of his useless prick. He had even taken it 
out to study as he sat there behind his desk, feeling a strange sensation of 
proud lust sweep through him for the first time in years at the massive 
spectacle. 

Christ, he thought, it wasn't something to be ashamed of, but rather, a 
weapon to be gratified over ... and he'd bet his ass that any head shrinker 
would tell him the same! At fifty, it was as hard as rock, would snap erect 
at the mere thought of pussy, and he'd never seen the time when he'd been 
completely satiated, when the aching, throbbing, unbelievable rod didn't 
want to cum again and again. His whole goddamned problem had been his 
concern for his female counterpart, whoever the hell she might be? Heather, 
Lana ... that little whore, and a couple more just like her. 

And that was the second capacity he had suddenly found himself aroused in. 
The thought of Dolores Hamilton, the luscious young creature, whom, he had 
suffered the intoxicating pleasure of ogling after and longing for on 
several formal occasions ... her voluptuous and enticing blonde beauty 
stripped naked before him while she performed an act of seduction ... had 
been more than he could pass off with his usual forced restraint. He'd sat 
there in his chair, massaging gently the huge length of solid flesh 
protruding from the fly of his pants, his carnal visions multiplying by 
leaps and bounds! 

And he'd still been stroking it lasciviously when her call came. Christ, 
he'd damn near ejaculated right then at the sound of her voice alone, 
especially when he'd detected the added little husky ingredient of tone that 
was meant to provoke him. His mind had raced wildly. Of course, he'd be glad 
to meet with her, he'd said. Say ... his home ... that evening around eight? 
Wonderful, she'd replied, but making a strong point about privacy. No worry 
there, he had assured her, fondling his swollen-headed cock as he talked, 
and immediately catching the extra sultry note in her voice when she'd said 
good-bye. 

The little bitch! The absolutely provocative, salacious little bitch! Seduce 
him, would she? Compromise him, eh? All right ... and he'd just let her, for 
that was now part of his own counterplot ... but there were other things to 
be done, first. 

He thought of these presently as he raced the Caddy toward their luxurious 
home. He wasn't drunk, but damned if he didn't feel goddamned good ... good 
over his sudden analysis of himself ... delighted with his retaliatory plans 
... and trenchantly lustful at what he had in mind to do for the rest of the 
afternoon! 

He'd found Heather in the pool, stretched out on an inflated plastic float, 
stomach down, and sunning herself. She wore only the briefs of a bikini, a 
large-brimmed straw hat and sun-shades. 

"Darling, you are early," she said, lifting her head and removing the dark 
glasses, her lovely face broadening in a welcomed smile of warmth. "I didn't 
expect to see you before five at the earliest." 

She began to paddle toward him and he could see the magnificent mounds of 
her proud white breasts pressing into the reflecting yellow of the soft 
plastic, his heavy rod that had never deflated, still bucking against his 
pant-leg. 

"I couldn't wait," he said, kneeling to help her when she was close enough 
to take her hands, raising her up and letting his eyes lock upon the 
complete, unimpeded sight of her full, erect breasts as they danced and 
swayed to their strenuous movements. He brought her up to the deck and she 
smiled beautifully into his face, her arms going around his neck, her lovely 
strong breasts flattening against the material of his suit-coat. 

"Oh, Darling ... I missed you so last night," she whispered, brushing his 
mouth with her soft, moist lips. 

Russ smiled down at her, then, he kissed her tenderly. After, he raised his 
head and said: "I'd say it didn't work out for you, then." 

Heather didn't answer right away; instead, she studied him, her eyes 
searching his, an empty sensation filling her belly. "I-I don't know what 
you mean, Darling? Work out...?" 

He chuckled lightly. He couldn't remember when he'd felt better ... more in 
control of himself, his life ... their future. "It's okay, Baby," he said 
softly. "I understand ... and I'm not probing. There's no time left in our 
lives for that stupid nonsense. We've got other mountains to climb, and 
confrontations to thwart. In other words, Angel, we're going to start eating 
that illusive apple." 

Heather felt the tiny puzzled lines creasing her forehead. She had no idea 
what he was talking about, except his very first statement about it not 
working out, and that had frightened her. Had he somehow found out about Dan 
Reynolds? God knows, he was resourceful enough; she'd die if he had! But 
then, he'd only laughed, and suddenly his big warm hands were caressing her 
back and the softness of her buttocks, beautifully, exciting her as only he 
could, while he talked about mountains, confrontations and apples. She felt 
him maneuvering her to his side, his strong arm circling her waist and his 
hand raising to cup one naked breast delightfully. 

She chanced a smile up at him. "Why did you come home so early?" 

"To make love to you ... to make plans with you ... and to start a new and 
full life," he said meaningfully, walking her toward the house. 

He was talking in riddles, a particular, confident lilt to his voice that 
she couldn't remember ever having heard before; but there was something 
about it that was intriguing ... just as there was an enchanting sensation 
of delight playing inside her at the way he was caressing her breast, 
kneading and fondling it, rolling the tiny hardened nipple between his 
finger and thumb lustfully. She caught a glance at the front his trousers 
and saw his swollen protrusion there. Another chill rippled through her. No 
question, he was going to make love to her. 

In their bedroom, she asked: "Would you like a drink, Darling." 

"Would you?" 

"Yes ... I think so. This looks awfully much like it might last awhile," she 
said, raising her lips to be kissed. 

He did, clutching her to him almost harshly. He rammed his tongue down into 
the delicate delight of her mouth and she sucked at it and nipped with her 
tiny teeth hungrily. After, she let free a heavy sigh as she clung to him, 
feeling the beautiful immenseness of his hardening penis inside his pants. 

"Darling. ... Darling, I love you so," she whispered hotly. "Please ... get 
undressed while I make our drinks. I want to kiss it so badly...." 

"No kisses there this afternoon, Baby," he answered her in a like whisper. 
"I'm going to fuck you! And you're going to take it! All of it! Then, we've 
got some very intricate plans to discuss. But first, I want you to call 
Ethan Douglas and invite him and Michele here this evening. And don't take 
no for an answer. Tell him it's of the utmost importance they be here ... 
hmmmm, someplace around ten o'clock, I should imagine...." 

Heather let free of him and stepped back. "Darling, I don't understand...." 

"Never mind that shit! Just do as I say! Call him!" 

The harshness of his words had taken her back another step. She gaped at him 
in utter surprise; she couldn't remember him ever having spoken to her in 
such a manner. 

"All-All right, Darling ... I'll call him," she managed, slowly turning away 
and moving toward the telephone, but her mind was more engrossed with the 
other statement he'd made. She started to lift the receiver, then hesitated, 
looking at him. "Wh-What did you mean, Darling...? You said, no kissing ... 
that you were going to..." 

"Exactly," Russ replied, slipping off his jacket and pulling at his tie. 
"I'm going to fuck you all the way up to the tits, Heather, my love ... my 
wife ... my darling! After near-twenty years I think it's time, don't you?" 

"P-Please, Russell ... don't spoil it. I've been waiting for you since last 
night, Darling. ... Don't spoil it now...." 

A charge of bitterness surged through him. Damn her, he loved her, but he 
wasn't the slightest bit fooled by her Los Angeles escapade ... yet he held 
himself from making further accusations that although guesswork on his part, 
he would be willing to wager were factual. They could only serve to strain 
things further, anyway, and he didn't intend for that at the moment. She was 
going to need every ounce of her confidence in him and their love before 
evening fell this day ... yet, he had to maintain the course he'd set and 
the manner in which he intended to follow it; otherwise, he might just as 
well take that walk into the goddamned ocean. 

"Call him!" he snapped ... and she did. 

Heather replaced the phone and walked to their own private little bar. The 
conversation with Ethan Douglas had lightened her apprehensive feelings, 
plus the fact of just knowing her Russ had come home early to make love to 
her. He was such a handsome, wonderful man, and she adored him so sincerely. 
She smiled back over her naked shoulder to where he was undressing and gave 
him the gist of Ethan Douglas' end of the conversation. 

He hadn't wanted to come, but when she'd practically said that Russell 
insisted, he had agreed to be there with Michele. She had no idea what it 
was all about, but at that moment she hardly cared. Her mind was too filled 
with the anticipated delight to come, and she still hadn't rid herself of 
the vacuumish voids in her belly at the mere thought of him trying to do it 
to her! God knows, she wanted him to so badly ... wanted to be able to take 
his great prick inside her with all of her heart ... but she couldn't! It 
was impossible! There just wasn't a woman born that could...! 

* * * 

"What the hell do you mean?" Michele fired at Ethan Douglas as he paced 
their living room floor. She wore black-silk pajamas in a one piece 
arrangement of plunging neckline and goldish braid edging the extensive 
cleavage and the pleated bell-bottoms. A gold, metal belt of coin-like disks 
encircled her tiny waist, and she held a brownish cigarette between her 
fingers. "I thought it odd you coming home so early ... but now I 
understand. What did you tell her?" 

"That we'd be there ... what else?" he replied, walking to a chair and 
dropping himself heavily. "She made her point, Chickie. Russ wants us there 
... both of us ... and I'm thinking he's got the report from those goddamned 
auditors!" 

"Ohhh ... relax, relax, Darling," Michele said, pouring his first martini 
for him. She came up behind his chair and held it down to him, running her 
other hand through his hair. "Mustn't get all uptight, Baby. We're still 
holding all the aces. Besides, I've been thinking about it. By that time, 
ten o'clock, both the Hamiltons will have swung into action. ... We might 
just be lucky enough to pop in on their show ... adding insult to injury, 
eh? 

Visualize it, Sweetheart? It could just turn out to our advantage ... see 
what I mean?" 

Ethan thought about it. The time element was right. If there were no hitches 
... it could come off in their favor. Christ, wouldn't he like to walk in 
and catch Old Rusty with his prick buried in Tony Hamilton's sweet little 
wife, though? 

"Yeah ... yeah," he said, still in thought. "You know ... you just might 
have something there, Chickie." 

She laughed and walked around in front of him. Goddamn, he thought, she was 
absolutely lovely ... and she was working at the zipper in the back of her 
pajamas. He gulped at his martini. 

"Come on, Uncle ... get down on your knees," she half-whispered sensually. 
"Your little Chickie's got an itchy pussy. She wants to be licked and 
sucked. Yesss ... that's right, Darling, down on your knees ... now, let me 
see your handsome tongue licking between my thighs.... 

* * * 

Heather was surprised when he only let her kiss it and lick it for a short 
moment. She'd drawn him down onto the bed, spread his legs and crawled 
between them, grasping his massive shaft with both hands, her eyes staring 
at his tremendous balls in an amazement she could never fully cope with. 
They seemed to grow larger each time she saw them, larger and more 
beautiful. His spread muscular thighs, the curly greying hair that matted 
his pelvis like a feathery pillow, the huge and god-like cock growing out of 
his pelvis with its massive sac beneath, all were like a soothing ointment 
to her adulterous conscience. With both hands, she extracted the dark-red 
glans of his prick from the heavy foreskinned sheath, drawing it down slowly 
away from the spongy glistening flesh of its mushroomed head, her eyes 
planted desirously on the tiny drops of cum-like liquid oozing from its 
split tip, and excitedly, she licked them away. 

Oh God, how she loved him! And she'd betrayed him, too! What lowly thing 
could she do to prove to him and herself ... to anyone in the whole world 
that she loved him with all of her heart? What? Eat and drink his sperm? 
Lick and suck his balls? Anything...! Anything...! 

He lifted her easily, drawing her up and laying her beside him. His moves 
surprised Heather, but more than that, they gave her a feeling of being 
denied what she had to do. 

"The pre-play games are over, Darling," he said softly, maneuvering himself 
between her legs. "The kissing and licking and sucking ... they're 
beautiful. I love them as much as you ... but it's time, Baby. I don't 
intend to wait any longer, or die without being able to say I consummated my 
marriage. I'm going to fuck you, Heather ... put every inch of this prick 
into you ... and then, when you're loving it to no end, I'm going to tell 
you what's in store for us from tonight on." 

Heather heard only the part about his horrendous cock entering her. She 
tried to laugh, to make light of it as in the past, but she couldn't. She'd 
read the determined look in his eyes. 

"L-Lover ... Darling ... you know you can't ... don't you?" she heard 
herself stammer, watching him fix himself in the proper aggressive position, 
his elephantine cock dangling above the defenseless split down between her 
open legs. "You're only teasing me, like always ... aren't you? I mean ... 
you know, Lover ... I can't take that beautiful thing inside me! I want to 
... oh God, I'd love to ... but I can't! It'd tear me apart...! " 

"Then ... it's going to tear you right into two separate Heathers, Baby ... 
because you're going to get it. And tonight, we're going to spread it around 
... but right now, Angel, please try. I beg you to try. You're going to have 
it right up into your belly anyway ... it'd be better if you make up your 
mind to it. Besides, it won't let you down like the one you had yesterday." 

"Russ! What ... why did you say that?" she gasped from beneath him, her 
lovely eyes wide and searching his face. 

He smiled down at her. Christ, she was beautiful! Her dark hair was fanned 
out on the pillow and her almost virginal face sent shocks of sealed away 
delight soaring through him. Her breasts, so rotund and erect, so white with 
their hard, ruby-like nipples teasing him ... the way her ribs slendered in 
to her pinched waist, and the soft smooth flesh of her belly gradually 
becoming hidden beneath the silken black pubic hair that composed a natural, 
fluffy V at her pelvis; she was the same girl, no, even more enticing than 
the girl he'd met twenty years before! 

"Take it, Angel ... take it in your hand and put it where it belongs," he 
said commandingly. "That's it ... place it right there ... right there!" 

"L-Listen to me, Russell! You know you can't! You'll tear me wide open! 
Please, Darling ... I don't know what's happened, but don't take it out on 
me! I beg you, Russ...?" 

"Don't beg! You're wasting your time, Honey. I've made up my mind. You're 
going to fuck me! If I rip you ... as you say ... then we'll tell the people 
at the hospital I was merely fucking my wife ... a logical statement, isn't 
it?" 

"Oh ... oh, Russ, Darling ... please? And you don't have to be so vile about 
it, either. What's happened to you...?" 

"Was he vile about it yesterday, Heather?" he spat at her, anger flushing 
him at her words. "Did he use the word, fuck? Or did he just lick your cunt 
and let it go at that." 

"Russell?" 

"Russell shit!" he exclaimed. "What do you take me for, some kind of fool? 
Now ... Now, listen, Baby. ... I don't want to make an issue of it. I don't 
care! You understand? I don't care what you did yesterday ... but don't try 
to lie to me! If you do, we haven't got a chance ... understand?" 

For a long moment she lay quiet. She held his great cock in her hands, both 
of them, their slender fingers unable to go around it ... held it aimed 
point-blank at the tiny mouth of her quivering vagina ... wanting it so 
badly she could scream with the need ... yet, chokingly frightful at the 
mere thought of it trying to enter into her. She lay with her knees raised 
slightly, her thighs wide-spread, his cock caught between her two hands as 
he hung on raised arms above her, the penitent thoughts in her mind of Dan 
Reynolds sickening her; yet she couldn't admit to the truth of him.... 

"Now, Baby,", he said, lowering the weight of his hips until she felt the 
nose of his prick-head nuzzling against her small, fearfully quivering 
vaginal mouth.... 

"Oh ... oh God, Russell ... no! No, Darling, please...?" 

"Now, Baby! Now!" 

Russ Payne's mature, educated brain reeled with what he was about to do. 
Mayhem was a work that had played in his mind for many, many years. And he 
might well be committing it on this girl, woman ... this wife he loved with 
all of his heart! But. ... But Goddamnit ... if that was the way it had to 
be ... then, that was it! They'd go together! He was going to fuck her! He 
was, if only this once! He was going to fuck her! 

Heather couldn't help the resistance she realized she was defensively 
putting up at the small opening of her cuntal passage. She could feel the 
massive head of his prick there, snug ... and growing more so ... ever 
pressing to force the lips and entrance open further. Of course, she 
couldn't take him, she knew! What she'd thought was going to be an interval 
of love was about to turn into a horror. She had never seen him this way. He 
was almost animalistic, completely ignoring what they both knew to be true. 
He'd either found out factually, or surmised enough to convince him about 
her and Dan Reynolds. And now, he intended to vent his revenge as well as 
his lust in the one way he knew could destroy both of them! 

There was nothing ... absolutely nothing, she could do! He was going to fuck 
her with his inhuman prick! And then, he bent down and kissed her and 
whispered: 

"Hold tight, Baby ... this is it!" 

She winced more in dread than from any pain at that point: he took the thick 
shaft from her hands, easing back slightly, and she felt the bulbous, 
blood-inflated head moving up and down, wetly parting the soft, dark 
pubic-hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt once more, and 
momentarily, she reasoned, hoped and prayed, that he was having second 
thoughts ... but then, abruptly, she knew his intentions hadn't altered. The 
tiny opening into her channel gave reluctantly, the tight elastic entrance 
offering near-virginal resistance; she held her breath fearfully as the 
impossible tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the expectant pain 
from the hard, cruel pressure. 

"Aaauuuggghhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh torment 
increased. 

Russ sensed a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful 
protest; he couldn't restrain the near-evil grin that immediately twisted 
his handsome mouth and he shoved a little further, determined in his mind 
that there was no respite for her this time. Those days were gone; there was 
no backing off now, or ever again! she emitted another long, low groan of 
pain from deep in her throat. 

"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhh! Oh ... Oh God, please, Russell ... it hurts so! You 
can't ... oh, stop, stop!" 

He continued to grin down at her beautiful pain-contorted face, amazed at 
his feeling of indifference to her professed agony, while his huge cock 
burrowed by fractions of an inch further into her tiny vainly resisting 
cuntal passage, her whimpering pleas sending unanticipated sensations of 
sadistic delight racing through him. 

"Oooohhhh ... God almighty!" she cried pitifully, as the huge blunt knob 
pressured harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her 
widespread thighs ... and then, to her terror-filled amazement, the tip with 
a slight popping sound, slipped inside ... all if it, just beyond the 
coronal rim, and Heather couldn't hold back her choking scream. 

My God! Her mind reeled! Her thighs were splitting apart from the continual 
expanding of the small, moist hole between her legs! She couldn't stand it! 
The torment was beyond human belief! His monstrous prick was going to split 
her wide open! 

Russ Payne could barely contain the excitement his beautiful naked wife's 
pleading screams were bringing him at the slow, and never before relentless 
penetration of her cunt. He felt like a new groom on his wedding night, each 
whimper and writhing imploration adding fuel to his mounting lust, and again 
and again he flexed his hips with hardly perceptible movements to slip a 
portion of a measure deeper into her, until at last, he knew he couldn't 
wait any longer. He'd waited twenty-years! He had to fuck her now, now, now! 

He rammed forward unmercifully, in direct contrast to the meek and 
solicitous Russell Payne, who at that precise moment, gave up the ghost, 
lowering his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm breasts beneath 
his powerful chest as he thrust his hips simultaneously, and his long, bulky 
cock plunged into her moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a 
tree-trunk, spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in 
rippling torrents before it. There was no holding it back, until its huge 
rubbery tip battered hard back up against her cervix and she let off an 
earth-shattering screech. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhh! My God! My dear loving God! You've ripped me ... torn me 
wide open! Ohhh ... ooohhhhhh ... stop! God almighty, take it out, take it 
out, Russell! Ooooohhh ... why ... why are you torturing me this way...?" 
His wife, wailed, screwing her lush firm buttocks down into the mattress in 
a futile attempt to lessen the excruciating impalement of her cunt. Her 
legs, splayed apart, flailed out in the air helplessly on either side of his 
strong muscular body, kicking and jerking in her agony as he pinned her 
securely to the bed beneath. "Oooohhhh ... Oooohhhhh ... Oooohhhhhh!" she 
continued to groan loudly, lying beneath him and completely stuffed with his 
huge prick that still held several unused inches in reserve, yet the 
tremendous throbbing shaft was sunk to the very depths of her belly and 
beyond. Christ in heaven! She'd had no idea it could ever bring her such 
pain, and abruptly she realized that all sensual excitement had 
disintegrated in the throes of her torment. 

She hated him! And she'd hate him from this moment forward until the day he 
died! With one inhuman plunge of his bestial prick he had destroyed 
everything that had ever been between them! She could never forgive him ... 
never! In his jealous rage and warped desire for vengeance over Dan 
Reynolds, he had committed what was, for him, an outrage act of near-murder 
... and the fact that she was still alive and breathing was only by the 
grace of God! She knew she was badly mauled inside, and that the lips of 
.her horribly expanded vagina were bloodied and torn. She could feel every 
ridge and wrinkle of his stallion-like rod of solid flesh inside her ... 
enclosed like a sword in the moist, tight sheath of her cuntal passage. 

"Oh ... oh God almighty ... I hate you!" she hissed up at him between 
clenched teeth, her eyes damp from the tears of her pain. 

"That's no way to talk to your husband, Baby ... not after nineteen years of 
his playing the meek and understanding little puppy," he replied, his mouth 
twisted in a half-smile. 

"My husband is dead!" she spat. "You're not the beautiful man I married! 
You're nothing but a vile brute ... a ... a barbaric animal!" 

Such vicious words being spewed at him from her tender lips that had never 
spoken anything but love-filled phrases of sweetness and affection were not 
easy to take, and for one brief moment a sensation of remorse swept over 
him, but he wouldn't let it linger. His brain was too filled with the carnal 
pleasure the partial length of his buried cock in the depths of her belly 
was bringing him, the lust-filled fermentations her clasping, moist 
cunt-walls were causing quickly chasing off all other thoughts. 

Fuck! Nothing else mattered. He was finally into a woman ... his own wife 
... and for the first time in his life! He couldn't hold back his proud 
little licentious snicker, but that, too, Heather misunderstood. 

"Go on laugh, damn you!" she groaned, cuttingly. "Laugh and gloat like some 
filthy rapist! Vent your lust, animal ... and if you kill me, I'll still 
have my memories of last night to take with me!" And then, she bit at her 
lower lip, for even as she spoke the lie, she was sorry. 

Dear God, have mercy! She'd never seen such an expression of vindictive hate 
destroy his handsome face. His eyes seemed to narrow in bitter ugliness, but 
then, too, he began to grin wickedly. Oh God, what had she done? 

She lay in sheer helpless agony beneath him, petrified with fear at the 
thought and pain of his outrageously thick, throbbing shaft of flesh pressed 
tightly against her cervix, sunk unbelievably into the obscenely stretched 
split down between her widespread thighs. She had never imagined that he 
could inflict such degrading torment on her. There was nothing left between 
them ... nothing...! Suddenly, she sensed him beginning to move, she sucked 
in her breath, holding it in terror of what was to come! He began to jerk on 
top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his prick burrowing even 
deeper and deeper into her, wedging and tunneling into the secret far 
reaches beyond her cervix! 

"Oh ... Oooohhhhh...! Please, please ... my God, Russell, no more! No more! 
Don't kill me! I beg of you? Ooohhh ... I can't ... can't...! " Heather 
implored, tears streaming from her eyes down into the wisps of hair behind 
her temples. Then, she felt him raise his heavy weight up off her, his hands 
pressing her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his widespread knees forcing 
her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head of his prick was 
nudging far, far inside and up at the very base of her belly ... and slowly, 
he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last 
buffeting her helpless body back and forth like a whimpering rag doll 
beneath him while he fucked furiously and unbelievably into her! 

Her brain felt like a picture of outer space with all those tiny stars and 
planets whirling and spinning in confusion from his pummeling of her crotch; 
she could hardly believe that he was actually able to piston the immense 
pole in and out of her tight passage ... and then, it dawned upon her that 
her channel was truly acclimating to his abnormal size! 

Russ Payne knew it too. Her whimpers of agony had lessened, and momentarily 
he wondered if he gave a damn! Take her adulterous memories with her, would 
she? Damn her delicious ass! Maybe, she would, but she'd never shake off 
this one either ... nor would he! 

The feeling of her hot, moist cuntal flesh wrapped around his prick was a 
heavenly sensation he had never remotely imagined. Oh, he'd tried all right, 
thought he could conceive of what it might be like, but he'd been a dozen 
lifetimes short of the enthralling rapture. Now, the only thought pervading 
his brain was to get it all into her, every last fraction of an inch, and 
she could deny it all she wanted to, but her hot little cunt was stretching 
beautifully in reception to him. He knew he'd gone beyond all human 
boundaries, brushing by her cervix to bore right up into her very belly 
itself, causing her cries to soften into near-whining little mewls that 
emitted from deep in her chest. 

Heather felt him lever himself up more strategically above her sprawled, 
defenseless body, never ceasing his chafing, punching, in and out motion, 
but forever digging deeper inside her, numbing, yet, stimulating motions 
that seemed to force her body to respond of its own volition, the surprising 
little sensations of passion beginning to ripple through her uncontrollably. 
She opened her eyes and gaped up at him; he was blurred through her tears, 
but she could see that his handsome face was fixed in an expression of 
sensual delight, his eyes looked down between her widespread thighs where 
his hardened prick was plunging into her. 

Suddenly, she felt them for the first time ... his hot, hair-covered balls 
swaying down against her naked buttocks ... just flicking lightly, their 
wiry little hairs grazing the insides of her soft white ass-cheeks in 
exciting titillation as he tried to skewer more of his great cock into her. 
The envisioning thought sponsored a new tingling licentiousness to ripple 
through her, and automatically she raised her thighs, drawing her legs back 
toward her breasts in an effort to help. 

She was taking him! She never believed it possible, but she was! His 
stupendous cock had stretched her beyond belief, gouged to impossible depths 
inside her cuntal-channel, where no one had ever, or could conceive of, 
reaching! But she was taking him! Her sweet, lover, darling husband! She was 
taking him...! Oh God, he was ramming again, the huge mushroomed head of his 
prick making way where there was no way to be made! It ... it was 
agonizingly beautiful ... pleasure and pain blended with a heady drink of 
the gods! 

And then, they struck home! She felt his balls in their hot, velvety 
massiveness slap tightly into the crevice of her upraised ass, taunting her 
tiny anus with their masculine dominance, slapping against it, grazing it. 
... Ohhh! 

"Darling!" she gasped. "I-I'm going to! Lover. ... Russ, my angel ... 
forgive me! I love you ... love you! Oh God, Darling. ... I'm going to cum! 
Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... Darling ... Darling ... fuck me! Deep ... deep! 
Ooohhh, it's so beautiful. ... Yes! Yes, now! Here it cummmmmmmms!" 

Russ couldn't help but smile benevolently down at her. He'd always be the 
understanding, kind and humane man, he knew. Besides, he loved her! She was 
his own Heather, and all of the anger he'd felt only moments before was 
quickly obliterated by the beautiful sounds of her erotic words. He might 
have realized that love ... at least, their interpretation of love, was 
founded on more solid footing than that which a scoffing remark in rage ... 
or, yes, even an adulterous infidelity could destroy ! Besides ... he was 
fucking her and she was cumming! They had finally discovered each other ... 
truly became one! Christ, he felt as if he might burst right out bawling.... 
! 

And then, he sensed it ... the warm, moist viscidness drenching his heavy 
cock buried in the tunneled depths of her receptive cunt that he'd reamed 
for himself. She screamed in carnal release, bucking her exquisitely 
convulsing vagina up tightly on. his thrust cock, her nails digging into the 
flesh of his shoulders, her head tossing wildly, while her new-born cunt 
throbbed and emitted wild gushes of hot, thick fluid spilling from between 
her swollen, hair-lined vaginal lips, bathing his prick, pelvis and balls in 
an immersion of salacious bliss. 

Even after her peak had passed, she clung to him and he continued to fuck 
furiously into her, his mind a carrousel of ever growing lust and delight at 
the mere thought of their new-found ecstasy. She drew back her legs until 
her knees touched her shoulders and held them there with her hands, 
squeezing her throbbing, hardened-nip-pled breasts into dazzling, 
ruby-capped towers of white, velvety flesh between, whispering up at him and 
begging him to forgive her for everything imaginable from the day she was 
born. 

Russ stared down between their sweat filmed bodies to watch her moist, 
grasping cunt slide up and down his huge cock with lewd fascination, the 
think pink ridges of coral-tinted flesh pulling out and clinging to it when 
he drew out of her, then the ravishing hole absorbing those same soft folds 
back again as it swallowed the glistening length of his prick racing into 
her, hearing and feeling the wet smack of his pelvis and balls battering 
against her delicious upturned buttocks. There'd never been anything before 
to equal it; even in his most lascivious dreams he'd never imagined it would 
be like this! And he couldn't get enough ... would never get enough! 

Hungrily, he pummeled into her receptive cunt, pushing the unresisting moist 
folds of cuntal flesh again and again in rippling waves before the smooth, 
rubbery head of his thick, throbbing prick. Then, he began longer and harder 
thrusts into the seething channel, feeling its quivering moist walls 
clasping hungrily in a muscular rhythm around his swollen penis, her 
obscenely expanding hole slithering up onto it and devouring like a 
rapacious mouth its great length to the hilt. His balls danced and slapped 
into the trickling wetness of her widespread buttocks with a vengeance. She 
groaned loudly in her passion at the complete filling of her inhumanly 
stretched passage while he plunged and swayed and ground into her. Once 
more, her lovely head began to flail wildly as her beautiful mouth gasped in 
abandon ecstasy. 

She was cumming again and she clutched at him wantonly while he hammered his 
great cock into her with near-savage elation. She choked and whimpered, 
tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Christ, no man had ever known more 
erotic pleasure, he reasoned, enraptured by the captivating sight of her in 
the extreme throes of her sensual bliss ... and he wished to God that it 
could just go on forever, but they had the night's work before them, and he 
had to think of her, if not himself.... 

Yet, in his peaked lust, he continued to move frenziedly in and out of her, 
while she clung to him passionately, and with gasps of broken sentences, he 
told her everything concerning Ethan and Michele Douglas, plus the Hamiltons 
... and what he expected of her. He even went beyond that to speak of their 
own future ... and minutes later she came again. 

Twice more, Heather climaxed before he reluctantly unleashed the well of 
boiling sperm from his bloated balls, her last time at the precise second 
his bull-like spurts began to squirt into her. 

She cried out in under him maddeningly, feeling the seething jets of viscid 
semen shoot into her belly to slosh insanely about, and she offered her 
enchanted crotch and cunt up to him in subservient receptance. Her head swam 
with lurid sensuality as the hot streams of his raging cum splattered 
deliciously into her, filling her to the near-bursting point with its sticky 
whiteness, and the warm pulsing walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped 
desperately, milking at the horrendous, jerking organ like a sucking, 
starving mouth.... 

Afterwards, in all tenderness, he simply held her close to him and told her 
further of his plans, but his cock still stood erect and his loins churned 
vibrantly. He smiled to himself, realizing suddenly that his Heather slept 
in pleasant exhaustion ... and then, he concentrated on what lay in store 
for him in a few more hours.... 

PART THREE 

CHAPTER 8 

Tony had finished dinner and told her he was going down to the Harbor Club 
for a few drinks. He couldn't stomach sitting around the house while she 
dressed and readied herself for her little performance with Russell Payne, 
he'd said..."It's just too goddamned much to swallow....!" 

Dolores hadn't argued the issue; in fact, she preferred his absence under 
the circumstances. The preliminary thoughts and plans of a seduction seemed 
akin to personal privacy, although she had reminded him emphatically of his 
role in their scheme, and that he better not get himself potted. 

She thought of the pained look on his face as she stepped from the shower 
and began to towel herself dry. Poor, poor Tony ... he was so jealous that 
she wondered if he might not turn green himself. 

"Dolo ... Baby ... are you absolutely sure you want to go through with 
this?" he'd tried, biting nervously at his lower lip. "I mean ... Christ, 
Honey, do you realize what you're doing...?" 

"Please, Tony, must we rehash it all again?" she'd replied, and a little 
short with him, she supposed. "I've already told you that my mind's made up. 
I didn't ask for this way of life, but then, I never liked sauerkraut either 
until my father made me eat a plateful. Now, does that answer your 
question?" 

"Jesus Christ!" he'd swore, pushing from the table and bolting to his feet. 
"I ... I just can't believe it! And you're so goddamned cut-and-dried about 
it ... as if you were going to a cooking-ware party or something...! Look, I 
may be nuts, but I don't think you realize what you're about to do, 
Baby...?" 

"Oh...? Well, this might shock you, Darling, but to the contrary, I'm very 
well aware of what I'm going to do ... and to be perfectly frank, I've been 
looking forward to it all day," she had replied calmly, raising to her own 
feet. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get ready. After all, Tony, 
let's remember that it's important that we meet the right people if we're 
ever going to get any place in this world. Right? At least, that's been your 
philosophy up until today." 

"Damn you! You little bitch!" he spat bitterly. "I ought to beat the living 
hell out of you ... slap some sense into your head....!" 

"Now, now, Sweetheart ... is that any way for a Pendulum club member to 
speak to his newly converted, swinging wife? What do you suppose Michele 
Douglas would think of you if she heard you talking like that?" 

"Ooohhh ... fuck you and that lesbian bitch, too!" he'd rasped, balling his 
hands into fists in his rage then finally wheeling around and storming from 
the house, while she had stood there smiling after him. 

Presently, she noticed her reflection in the full-length mirror and realized 
that she was still wearing the same pert little smile. Well, she had been 
nothing less than honest with him; she was looking forward to her attempted 
seduction of the handsome Russell Payne, although she had to admit there had 
been a certain queasiness gnawing at her belly all day. After all, she was 
still a long ways from being the seasoned little swap-mate that she intended 
to be ... thanks to her beloved husband. 

God, she'd always be bitter about it, she knew; deep in her heart, she would 
never forgive him. She stared absently at the voluptuous reflection of her 
curvaceous naked body in the glass, then found herself sensuously brushing 
her fingertips over her erect firm breasts and down along her rib cage to 
her full rounded hips. It was almost like being injected with a strong 
narcotic, she thought, and suddenly waking up to find yourself addicted. 

In God's name, she had never dreamed she could've committed the acts with 
other men that she had the night before. Tony had been the only man ever in 
her life to have intercourse with her, say nothing of oral-genital contact; 
yet in the wake of her rage at seeing her husband and Michele Douglas naked 
in the middle of the floor and engaged in the vilest of sexual performances, 
she had asked the one called Bernstein to fuck her dog-fashion, and hadn't 
hesitated a moment to take that other filthy hippie's huge penis into her 
mouth when he'd dropped onto his knees in front of her ... and then, to her 
amazement she had been overwhelmed with erotic enchantment ... completely 
engulfed in its bliss ... totally addicted! 

Abruptly, her mind came back to the task at hand. It was nearing eight 
o'clock and she didn't intend to be the slightest bit tardy on her 
appointment. Throughout the day, she had carefully planned every step, all 
of which she had gone over with Tony at dinner, both to taunt him as well as 
actually enlighten him for his own part that he was to play with Heather 
Payne. 

And now, as she dressed, she did something she had never done before in her 
life ... omitted her panties with all of the intentions of going out for the 
evening. However, she did choose a little longer skirt than usual, one that 
started just three inches above her knees, but underneath with only nylons 
and garter belt rather than panty-hose, her feeling of nakedness caused an 
exciting lewd tingle to ripple through her, and she found herself hurrying, 
a new wave of libidinous thoughts filling her stimulated mind. 

* * * 

A very charming dark-eyed Heather Payne wearing white lounging pajamas, 
greeted a trembling, if partially smiling Dolores Hamilton at the door of 
her luxurious home and ushered her back to Russell's secluded study. From 
the onset, Dolores was pleased with her practiced performance, never 
over-playing the emotional end of the distraught wife, yet careful to make 
her little smiles and nervousness appear forced and obvious. Fortunately, 
the nervous bit was coming quite naturally, for although the erotic desires 
and goals that had filled her while she was in the privacy of her bedroom 
had not lessened, being in the actual presence of the man and knowing what 
she intended to do had worked her right up to a keen edge. 

"Would you like a drink, Mrs. Hamilton?" Russell asked when she was seated 
on the davenport, making no pretense at averting his eyes from her shapely, 
nylon-encased legs she placed at a demure angle that showed considerable of 
her full, rounded outer thigh, even when she looked up at him and pressed 
forth a tight little smile. Instead, he let his eyes move upward over her 
body slowly and deliberately, finally locking with her somewhat astonished 
avid blue ones. "Well ... would you?" he prodded. 

"Why ... yes, I think I would, Mr. Payne," she replied hesitantly. 

"Scotch, bourbon, brandy? What would you like?" he asked pleasantly, walking 
behind his little bar. 

"Anything ... whatever you have," she replied, admiring his silken blue robe 
and ascot, yet surprised that he wore no trousers beneath. After all, he had 
known she was coming, and it seemed rather odd to her that a man of his 
position wouldn't be more formally dressed to receive a... 

"Scotch," he said, smiling down at her and placing the glass in her hand. 

"T-Thank you," she managed, watching him take a chair directly across from 
her and once again openly survey her legs almost lecherously. She couldn't 
help the uncomfortable feeling he was causing her and she fidgeted about, 
pulling at her skirt with what she hoped would qualify as an habitual 
feminine gesture. 

"Now ... shall we get to the root of this little meeting, my dear?" he said, 
his half-smile never leaving his handsome face. 

"Y-Yes ... well ... yes, Mr. Payne," she stammered, trying to remember her 
lines as she'd rehearsed them, but nothing seemed to be going right. "You 
see ... it's Tony, my husband...." 

Abruptly, she raised her glass and drank in a deep swallow, then, lowering 
her eyes she began to nibble at a forced, quivering lower lips. "He's ... 
he's having an affair with one of the girls in your office, Mr. Payne. I-I 
didn't ... don't know what to do! That's why I've come to you. I'm about 
ready ... to lose my mind.... " 

"Ooohhhh ... that's a shame, my dear,", Russ said, wrinkling his brow and 
pursing his lips sympathetically. "I certainly had no idea ... and I'm glad 
you came to me about it." He leaned forward. "But don't you worry about a 
thing. I'll find out all of the particulars in the morning and put a stop to 
it. So, feel better?" he said, getting to his feet and smiling. 

The move, plus his response, had taken her quite by surprise. In her private 
rehearsals, she'd thought of innumerable questions he would no doubt ask her 
... one thing leading to another until she would become quite upset, faint 
and slump to the floor, making sure her short skirt came all the way up to 
completely expose her nakedness between her legs. And if that in itself 
wasn't enough, she had additional little plans that were bound to incite him 
... but here he had completely upset her plans, and she hadn't yet been five 
minutes in the room with him...! 

"Well?" he said. "Was there something else, Mrs. Hamilton?" 

"S-Something else...?" She stared up at him in total confusion. Wildly, her 
brain raced, seeking an opening, but nothing came. Her mind was a blank! 

Then, he laughed. He took a step toward where she sat and stood towering 
massively above her. "Shall we stop wasting time, my pet?" he said rather 
than asked, his strong white teeth gleaming behind his smile. "I suggested 
we get to the root of your visit, now ... let's do that, eh?" 

A little tightening emptiness gripped at Dolores' belly at the seemingly 
pointed meaning of his words, and the void expanded when he lowered himself 
onto the davenport beside her with hardly an inch separating their bodies. 

"I-I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Payne?" she managed, twisting to 
look into his still smiling face and holding her glass between them. 

He chuckled softly. "But I think you do, Dear ... and you can start calling 
me Russ now. We've reached that degree in our acquaintanceship." 

"Wh-Whatever are you trying to say...?" 

Slowly, he took her glass, his lecherous eyes never waving from the now 
obviously frightened expression of her own. "To put it gently, Baby ... I 
know why you're here, and ... it has nothing to do with Tony and some 
Payne-Douglas broad. You came here to seduce me into sex with you ... and in 
a little while your husband will arrive in a professed state of fury at the 
affair you and I are carrying on, but with all the intentions of seducing my 
wife. And he'll meet with the same warm reception you're getting. You see, 
we've been impatiently waiting for you, Baby." 

Dolores gaped at him in stupefied awe, a chill of rapidly building terror 
creeping up her spine. She watched him pick up her small handbag from her 
lap, open it, and remove the little camera that Michele Douglas had given 
her. He smiled again. 

"One of the most proficient tools of blackmail, eh Pet?" 

Dolores felt utterly speechless. Of course he would have her arrested ... 
and Tony, too, when he arrived! Dear God, what had she done? Suddenly, she 
wanted to scream and beat her tiny fists against his handsome, gloating 
face! Damn him! He'd set his own trap and let her walk right into it ... and 
Tony was going to do the same! Oh Lord ... somehow ... she had to think of 
something ... something ... and keep control of herself ... mustn't go 
berserk...! 

"How ... how did you know...?" she heard herself ask almost breathlessly, 
the sudden thought that she'd been betrayed adding to her near-paralyzed 
state of shocked fear. 

He shrugged, tossing the camera onto the little table beside the davenport. 
"Nothing very clever, I'm afraid. I overheard Michele Douglas discussing the 
whole scheme with her uncle this morning at the office." 

"Sc-scheme?" Dolores repeated, beginning to shake her head slowly. "N-No ... 
it was hardly that, Mr. Payne," she said, running her little pink tongue 
over her petulant lips nervously. "It-it wasn't very nice, maybe ... but 
there was no evil intent, I swear it ... honest! It was my ... our 
initiation requirement ... Tony's and mine. ... And we had to have the 
pictures to prove we did it.... " 

"So. ... That's how she worked it," Russ said, more to himself than to her. 
His smile remained. "That would be initiation into the wife-swapping club 
they call the Pendulums?" She nodded, wide-eyed, unable to control the 
trembling that had seized hold of her. "Well, I believe you were being used 
for a little more than that, Pet, but we won't waste time talking about it, 
eh?" 

"I-I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Payne," Dolo tried. "C-Can you forgive me...? 
I've been a fool ... a sluttish fool...!" 

"Forgive you...?" Russ repeated, his grin broadening lecherously. "What's to 
forgive? Frankly, the lusty thought of such a voluptuous, enchanting girl as 
you enticing me into carnal acts ... well, to say the least, Honey, it 
doesn't upset me one bit. You're very lovely, you know, and it's difficult 
to think of any red-blooded male not wanting to fuck you." 

The sound of the lewd word and the actual sight of his handsome mouth 
forming it sent a wave of confused emotions racing through Dolores. Although 
the fermentations she had been experiencing all day at the thought of 
seducing this man into making carnal love to here were far from dead embers, 
the last few minutes of being shocked and fear-stricken had not only 
destroyed all desires to go through with it, but had jolted her with the 
sudden realization that her wanton plans had been nothing more than a 
revengeful act against her husband! 

"P-Please...? she heard herself say, "I love my husband, Mr. Payne.... " 

"Russ," he interrupted softly, raising her glass to his lips and drinking. 

"A-All right ... Russ. ... Now ... may I leave...?" she half-whispered. 

"Leave...? Before we fuck, Honey?" 

Once more, the salacious word caused mixed sensations inside her, but her 
fear and concern for Tony as well as her love for him predominated; nor 
could she help the wave of anger that surged through her at the thought of 
her husband's employer speaking to her so vilely. 

"Must you use that filthy word?" she snapped, making an effort toward 
getting to her feet, but not surprised when he gently caught her wrist, 
restraining her. 

"That's a love-word, Baby," he said, drawing her slowly back into the corner 
of the davenport and pressing toward her as she cringed back from him. "Fuck 
... suck ... cock ... cunt," he whispered, moving her glass around to the 
table behind her, then bringing that same hand warmly to smooth over her 
back, "all love-words, my pet ... words I'm sure you're familiar with.... " 

She was trapped! Completely and hopelessly trapped in a ridiculous web of 
her own making! 

Oh God, Tony, Tony! Please come ... hurry! I've been a fool ... a whorish 
little fool! 

"Oh ... please don't!" she whimpered. "Please, Mr. ... Russ ... let me go." 
She made another small effort to free herself, but it was useless. His other 
hand moved around her slender waist, drawing her against him tightly. 
"Please ... please..." she begged feebly. 

He kissed her, his hot mouth crushing down hard against the soft fullness of 
her moist lips, his hand that had held the glass smoothing down the bare 
flesh of her arm to her belly, then upward along her breath-swelling rib 
cage to her firm, erect breast and smothering it in its huge palm, his long 
thick fingers kneading and caressing while the breath seeped uncontrollably 
out of her. 

Suddenly, she was trembling again with rekindled sensations even as the same 
wave of mixed emotions spread through her ... humiliation, anger, and a 
touch of shame, blended with the unsuppressable excitement of her newly 
discovered physical hunger. A tingling came alive between her legs at his 
powerful, masculine nearness; still she struggled, though not violently ... 
not hating him for what he was doing, yet hardly appreciating or fully 
giving herself to the pleasure of it. His obvious lust frightened her, and 
the fact that he had taken complete charge and was forcing himself upon her 
caused rage and humiliation to seize simultaneous, if only momentary 
control, still she couldn't ignore the resurrected vibrant sensations he had 
revived and sent racing maddeningly over her whole body at the gentle 
stroking of her breast. 

Oh God ... she couldn't stop him, even if she wanted to! He kissed her again 
and again and again, his hot damp mouth and tongue caressing her lips and 
face eagerly. She felt the flimsy barriers that she'd almost desperately 
thrown up, crumbling as the hot, sensuous craving increased in her belly, 
and subconsciously, she slipped her arms upward around his neck, opening her 
mouth to his searching tongue. 

She gasped hotly into his mouth while he pinched and rolled the hardened, 
erect nipple of her full breast through her blouse and bra, instigating 
further little electric-like shocks of excitement to swirl through her 
aroused, voluptuous body. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Pet ... and you're going to love it," he breathed 
hotly into her open mouth, running his hand down her ribs and over the 
arched swell of her rounded hips and buttock. He let it slip down along her 
thigh to the hemline of her skirt where his fingers toyed with the soft, 
nylon-encased flesh. "You luscious little bitch!" he hissed. "You don't know 
it yet, but I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before your 
young life. . . " 

"Oh ... oh God . . , " Dolores moaned, her brain reeling in the erotic 
desire he had fanned into hot flames with his magnificent hands, his 
lust-filled kisses, and the licentiously inspiring excitement of his obscene 
words. 

Suddenly he covered her lips with his open mouth, sucking at them as his big 
hand began moving upward beneath her skirt, smoothing along the warm, silky 
nylon of her hose to the velvety skin of her quivering thighs. 

"I'm going to slip my cock right up into that tight little cunt of yours ... 
and hold your beautiful ass in my hands while I fuck into you until you cum 
a hundred times!" he hissed as she stared fixedly into his eyes, her 
breathing increasing with every lascivious, passion-building word that came 
from his lips. "But first, I'm going to lick and suck that little pussy 
until the love juice damn near drowns it. . , " he went on, then stopped 
short as his hand reached the soft silken hair of her naked, palpitating 
cunt. 

"Oh ... oh...! " she moaned at the erotic contact of his hot hand with her 
already flushed vaginal lips, feeling it completely covering her sparse, 
hair-sprinkled crotch and spreading her thighs wider open to him, then 
gently smoothing up over the swollen puffiness of her mound to her quivering 
belly and back down to tenderly stroke and tease at her dampening split. 

"So ... no panties, Baby. ... You really came prepared, didn't you?" he 
whispered. "And Old Rusty isn't going to let you down, Baby. No, he isn't. 
He's going to make you love him for what he will do for you ... love and beg 
him to fuck and fuck and fuck you. . . " 

"Ooohhhh," Dolores sighed heavily, a shudder passing over her as her arms 
wrapped tighter around his neck in a sudden burst of passion that her 
aroused young body couldn't harness, even if she had wanted it to. ... Then, 
she felt his thick finger spreading the sparseness of her pubic hair and 
tracing the thin furrow of her naked cunt and she squirmed beneath it. Her 
arms fell away from his neck, her nails digging into the flesh of his 
powerful shoulders through his robe, wild sensations racing through her as 
slowly, he spread her moist vaginal lips and inserted his thick long finger 
to slip deeply up inside the smooth wet flesh of her eagerly waiting young 
pussy. 

"Oh ... oh God ... yes, yes!" she whined passionately. "Do it, Darling ... 
make love to me ... any way ... every way ... ooooohhhhhh, I want you to so 
badly, oh God ... hurry! Hurry!" 

 CHAPTER 9 

Russ Payne was hardly surprised at the passion-filled responses tumbling 
from her soft, moist lips, once he'd turned her on. Any girl who would come 
to his home with the single intention of seducing him into fucking her, 
regardless of the reason, had to be some kind of a little nympho. Even if 
she had suffered a few moments of misgivings and suddenly gone noble on him 
when she'd abruptly found the tables turned, it was quite understandable. 
Besides, he doubted very much if she was a slut ... more apt that she was a 
novice, being that this was to be her initiation requirement... a novitiate 
who had quickly learned that promiscuous fucking was not only fun, but habit 
forming. 

Christ, she was a delectable creature, all right; the heat and aroma of her 
warm, sweet breath was setting him wild ... as if he was not already charged 
with lust from the mere feel of her soft, velvety flesh and his long, thick 
finger buried in the depths of her hot, moist cunt. His huge prick jerked 
lustily beneath his robe, but he didn't want to spring that on her yet. 
Instead, he eased his finger out of her while she continued to moan, then 
caught at her legs, raising them up onto the davenport and wedged his 
shoulders between them. She spread them open wide as he bunched her skirt up 
to her waist, revealing the whole enchanting scene of her nylon covered legs 
and thighs with the thin strips from her black garter-belt fastened there, 
the white satiny skin of her lush, rounded buttocks with their deep dark 
cleft between, the sparse thatch of silken blonde pubic hair covering the 
swell of her mound and the flushed, pouting flanges of her hair-lined, 
pinkish cunt. 

He felt his mouth water at the lust-inciting spectacle and worked his big 
hands beneath the soft, supple cheeks of her ass, then drew her down onto 
the cushion, the move forcing her little skirt up higher to expose the soft 
round bowl of her white belly. He positioned himself so that his face was 
inches above her naked loins and a waft of excited female odor swept up to 
greet him. 

Dolores lay with closed eyes, her brain processes a sensuous pool of 
mounting, blissful rapture. She felt his large flat palms pressing hotly 
against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and her 
breath caught in her throat as she waited excitedly for his next move. A 
fleeting thought of Tony brushed at her mind but she drove it away. Dear 
God, it was no use ever trying to fight it again; she'd become a wanton, if, 
willing slave to the enchantment of sex. It was beautiful ... too 
irresistible for her to deny, and she never would again. Oh, Tony darling, 
you were so right ... so right ... so . . ! 

"Ooohhhh!" she lurched suddenly, feeling his hot, moist lips close over the 
soft mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed damp, tantalizing 
kisses being lavished on the tight slit of her palpitating cunt ... just as 
he'd said, his tongue flicking like a tiny whip at the soft, quivering 
opening. Every muscle in her receptive body tautened at each wonderful, 
pleasure-bringing lick at the crack of her still joined cunt-lips, while 
uncontrollable groans of ecstasy fell from her lips. 

Ooohhh ... he was wonderful ... just as Tony was wonderful ... and those two 
last night had been wonderful! Michele Douglas would be wonderful, too ... 
licking and sucking at her cunt ... such a beautiful girl ... yes, yes ... 
they'd lick each other! Lick and suck! 

Oh God ... it was so magnificent! She couldn't keep her hands from moving 
down over her sensuously throbbing breasts to the smoothness of her naked 
stomach and coming to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear 
him breathing from where she lay and felt his hot breath against her soft 
pubic-hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread open the fleshy, hair-lined 
flanges of her slit to him with delicate, long fingers, her hands grazing 
his cheeks as he lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through 
the sensitive, exposed flesh of her lustfully flowered cunt. 

* * * 

Heather heard the beautiful blonde girl gasp, and saw her twitch and writhe 
beneath her husband from where she stood in the back-hall, at the partially 
opened doorway to his study, the exact place Russ had told her to watch 
from. He had set the whole thing up strategically, rearranging a few pieces 
of furniture so there would be nothing to hamper her view ... and there 
wasn't. She was surprised to see that Russell hadn't stripped her, but the 
presence of the girl's clothing ... the stockings, garter-belt and 
bunched-up skirt above her lovely naked genitals did add zest to the whole 
scene. 

She had been a voyeur almost from the beginning, and she had to admit, just 
as Russ had said, there was nothing more stimulating. God, her own loins and 
belly were alive with tiny fermentations, although she wondered how they 
could be after the magnificent fucking he'd given her only hours before. She 
could still hardly believe that it'd happened ... that he'd actually forced 
his splendid cock into her to bring rapture she'd never dreamed possible. 
But he had, and unmercifully so ... to which she would be indebted to him 
for the rest of her life ... and it was going to be such a beautiful 
remainder.... 

The licentious performance taking place before her interrupted the pleasing 
thoughts filling her brain. She watched Dolores Hamilton toss her wealth of 
long blonde hair back and forth as Russ' spearing tongue shot out again and 
again, its smooth flicking tip circling the girl's quivering, rigid 
clitoris. God, she could see the little bud from where she stood, like a 
tiny erect penis trembling erotically beneath his laving tongue! Then, he 
sucked, drawing the warm folds of her inner cunt-lips deep into the hot cave 
of his mouth, while his tongue would maintain its moral-shattering licking 
against the teeny nerve plexus between her legs. 

Damn! It was almost too much to watch! Her own belly trembled libidinously 
from the exciting sight, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs 
oozing from her moist cunt-lips. On top of that, it occurred to her that she 
was still carrying her Russell's shirt and shorts that he'd discarded that 
afternoon and she'd picked up to take to the wash-room for Stella. Abruptly, 
she raised them to her face, hardly before she realized what she was doing 
... then, she was watching and pressing the crotch of his shorts to her nose 
to inhale the magnificent splendor of his masculine dominance as she watched 
Dolores Hamilton squirm, groaning from deep in her throat at the hot, 
probing tip of her Russell's tongue working its way down and up the length 
of Dolo's narrow, moist slit, starting at the voluptuous girl's lower belly 
and slithering its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her 
clasping vagina and into the secret crevice of her involuntarily flexing 
buttocks. 

God, they were beautiful, Heather thought, inhaling deeply the masculine, 
erotic scent of her wonderful husband's earthy headiness, while she gaped at 
Dolores' smooth and white, round ass-cheeks. Then, she watched Russ' hands 
move down to the backs of Dolo's nylon-covered knees that were splayed out 
wide and obscenely back on either side of him, lifting and pressing them up 
over her half-naked body so the kneecaps touched her breasts, exposing the 
whole delicious flat plain of her open crotch to his eager mouth. 

"Oh ... oh, Lover!" Dolores exclaimed. 

Heather watched fascinated, her tiny tongue slipping out to lick at the 
cloth of his shorts, while the expression of lewd depravity contorted the 
blonde's beautiful face, her animalism obvious when Russ flicked his tongue 
into the tightly puckered hole of her pink anus, and Heather could see she 
was reveling in the salacious sensations it was bringing her. 

It was then that the doorbell rang. 

* * * 

Tony Hamilton was half-drunk and he knew it. He wasn't staggering or unable 
to control himself, but he'd had too goddamned much! What the hell, he 
didn't give a fuck about that! The point was he had a job to do, and he 
intended to do it ... right to the letter! The booze had helped plenty. 
Before it, he'd been ready to try the friggin' carbon monoxide routine in 
the garage. Shit, there didn't seem to be anything left to live for ... but 
the liquor had churned his loins. Okay ... if that was what she wanted ... 
if there was no goddamned forgiveness inside her ... then, he'd play the 
game! Why not? The fucking bitch! He'd show her a thing or two ... what the 
hell did he have to lose now? And there was nothing to take lightly in the 
young wife that Old Rusty had teamed up with. In fact, he'd sniffed after 
her a few times at some of the formal occasions when the big-man had let his 
presence grace them ... followed her around and wondered how the hell such 
an old prick had ever landed the voluptuous doll. Maybe he had a corkscrew 
tongue, or something..... 

"Well ... Mr. Hamilton, isn't it?" Heather said, smiling graciously. 

"You bet it is, pretty lady," he snapped, moving inside without being 
invited, and feeling some ten-feet tall. 

"Your ... your wife is here," Heather informed, moving backwards and never 
losing her charm. 

"I know, Baby ... I know. That's why I'm here," Tony said sharply, just as 
he'd practiced it on the way. "You and me ... we're going to have a little 
talk...." 

"Talk?" 

"Talk, Mrs. Payne! I think we've got problems to iron out." 

"I-I don't understand, Mr. ... Tony, isn't it?" 

"What ... ? Why ... yes, it is." 

Heather let her pretty smile broaden. "I'm afraid I don't understand, 
Tony...?" 

"Well ... you will ... once we've talked," he said, his eyes raking her from 
head to foot and drinking in the enchanting beauty of her in her white 
lounging pajamas, the sudden thought occurring to him that she was probably 
wearing nothing beneath them. He felt his prick stir in his pants, and 
realized that he was not at all adverse to the idea of trying to make her 
... after all, that's why he was there, wasn't it? 

"Come into the living room," she invited softly. "I'll fix us a drink and 
we'll talk ... if you like?" 

Shit, he thought, she was really something else! He'd never really looked at 
her in this light. Even without the booze, she'd be a prize ... but there 
was no use kidding himself. He'd never get to use the little camera he had 
tucked away in his coat-pocket on this gem. And he'd bet his ass that Dolo 
had fallen on her face, too. It was all ridiculous. Michele Douglas knew 
that when she'd given them the assignment ... knew that they couldn't 
perform, and was making it impossible for them to join the club. Well, fuck 
their goddamned Pendulums! He'd make it another way! He had the talent and 
he knew it ... Russ Payne knew it, too ... but that didn't matter 
anymore.... 

"Sit down, Tony. What will you have?" Heather said. 

"Anything ... anything ... whatever you have," he replied, watching her 
full, rounded buttocks undulate provocatively as she walked behind the 
elaborate bar, reassured that she wore nothing beneath those pajamas. 
Christ, what an ass she had. And right now, he felt that he could eat it 
alive! 

Goddamn ... it was all so utterly impossible. Someplace in this pile of 
stone, his wife was with Old Rusty ... not that he was too worried about 
that, but.... 

"Will pernod do?" Heather asked, coming toward him and holding out a small 
pony-glass. "It's excellent vintage ... the real thing, you know." 

He took it, smiling up at her, his prick stretching at the sight of her 
full, unencased breasts dancing and swaying beneath the white material as 
she walked toward him. He said: "Where are they ... Dolores and your 
husband, I mean?" 

"In his study ... why?" 

Tony raised his glass and slipped away half of it. "I-I think we better look 
in on them, Mrs.--or can I call you Heather? " 

"Please do?" 

"Yeah ... well, I think we better make a check...." 

* * * 

Dolores had half unconsciously removed her blouse and bra, then worked the 
tiny skirt up over her head, while Russ continued to delight her 
lust-inflamed crotch with his tongue and mouth. Now, she was completely 
naked except for her nylons and thin little garter belt, her hands 
desperately entwining in his hair as she tried to manipulate his mouth 
toward the small, clasping opening of her vagina. He rammed his tongue up 
into the soft-rimmed flesh and heard her groan of pleasure, ovaling his lips 
and pressing them tight to her hole. He began to suck, alternating the 
vacuumish sensations with deeper tongue-thrusts that raised a low, guttural 
groan from the depths of her chest. He felt the velvet-like flesh slip 
moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and 
closed spasmodically in a nursing action of their own, as if trying to pull 
the invading member deeper and deeper into her. 

Christ. What a wild and voracious little cunt it was! Shit, she was losing 
every semblance of control ! A minute or so more and she'd be ready ... if 
she was ever going to be ... but he wanted to be sure that her channel was 
dilated to its fullest, and that she was ready to beg him to fuck her before 
he unveiled his aching prick. Momentarily, he wondered if Heather was 
watching, or if Hamilton had made his appearance yet? But he didn't let his 
mind dwell on the thoughts; he was too lecherously engrossed with the 
delicious, pink, glistening feast spread before him and the massive 
throbbing pressure building inside his swollen balls. Damn, he had to fuck 
her and soon ... before his load backed up and drowned him...! 

Dolores whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable bliss of his 
enrapturing sucking and licking of her genitals. She felt no control 
whatever of either body or mind. She was completely his to do any vile thing 
he might choose to her. Suddenly he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, 
erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her entire crotch was 
a whirlpool of intensified sensation. ... And then, he was moving up over 
her! . . 

She felt his tongue taunting her navel, and again moving upward, leaving a 
hot moist trail as he slithered along her stainy, white flesh until he found 
the nipple of her left breast ... and then, her right, sucking and raising 
salacious gasps of additional ecstasy from her. He kissed her, while 
simultaneously, he forced her smooth, soft thighs wider and wider apart. 

Dolores clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had 
brought her so much pleasure, tasting her own excited cuntal secretions 
there and gasping with the forbidden delight and the lewd thought of it. 
Abruptly, she felt him removing his robe, and ascot, realizing that he had 
been naked beneath, for immediately she felt the brushing of what had to be 
his hardened prick against her thigh and automatically she reached down for 
it. He raised up higher above her and she clutched its heavy, solid 
thickness in her small hands, her fingers only partially able to encircle 
the hot massive rod, it's unbelievable size causing a spontaneous and 
apprehensive void in her underbelly. 

"M-My ... my God! It's ... it's tremendous!" She jerked her head erect, her 
avid blue-eyes gaping wide as they locked upon the mammoth shaft of rigid 
flesh booming out from his lean, hairy crotch, and the herculean sac that 
hung heavily beneath. "Oh ... oh my God almighty! I can't...! It's 
impossible! It'd kill me ... tear me to pieces! You ... you know I could 
never take it ... don't you, Darling....?" 

Russ didn't attempt to restrain the sadistic grin her awesome expression and 
choking words were responsible for. There had been a time when her obvious 
mounting fear would've throttled his desire, regardless of how ardent, but 
that was in the past, just as the meek Russell Payne was but a memory ... 
thanks to his luscious Heather ... and he smirked almost evilly down at her, 
raising back on his haunches so that she could better see as he began to 
lewdly stroke the stone-hard colossus-sized organ jutting out menacingly 
from between his thighs. He said in a half-whisper: 

"Oh, you're going to take it all right, Honey ... every last fucking inch of 
it ... buried deep in that tight little cunt of yours ... until you can feel 
it in the middle of your belly, and taste it all the way up in your throat!" 

"Oh ... mother of God!" Dolores gasped, shaking her blonde head in a sudden 
fear-crazed, near mesmerized state, while she stared incredulously at the 
lurid sight of his hand working the thick, heavy foreskin back and forth 
over the moist, purple-hued knob. "I ... I've never heard of anything like 
it ... let alone seen one half as big! Tony's ... even those last night ... 
they're big ... but ... but . . ! Oh please, Mr. ... Russ, don't do it ... 
don't make me? I'm not very big ... look and see for yourself! It's a small 
one...! " 

"They're all small, my pet," Russ said as he slowly began to move forward, 
lowering himself once more, his eyes concentrated algolagnically on the 
growing terror distorting her beautiful young face. "But there's an old 
saying about them stretching a mile before they tear an inch ... and this 
enthralling little cunt is no exception, Baby." 

He bent down and kissed her parted, unresponsive lips, and then she felt the 
tremendous, blood-filled head moving up and down, parting the soft blonde 
pubic-hair between the tight palpitating lips of her already cringing cunt, 
her breathing catching in her throat as she felt its little vaginal mouth 
pressed open. 

God Almighty, she thought! It was so ridiculous! If it weren't for the utter 
horror that was to follow, it would be funny! ... like ... like trying to 
wedge a fence-post into an ant hole! It was unbelievably impossible! Oh 
Christ! What had she done? Tony! Tony! Why don't you come? Oh darling, save 
me from this inhuman torment...! " 

"Hold your breath, Angel!" Russ hissed unrelentingly, snuggling the tip of 
his spongy cock-head tight against her fearfully throbbing little hole. 
"This is the moment of reckoning, the price of promiscuity ... and the 
ultimate goal you had in mind when you came here! Just hold your breath and 
give cunt ... because there's no way out!" 

A tremor of horror passed over Dolores' voluptuous, obscenely positioned 
body. The beautiful and galvanic delights he'd incited in her belly and 
loins ... even in her enchanted little pussy, had seemingly frozen ... as if 
in suspended animation ... still there somewhere, but lying completely 
dormant ... petrified! Then, she felt him moving forward while the tight 
elastic entrance to her womb resisted; she held her breath while he 
pressured the huge tip hurtfully against and partially into her, pushing, 
expanding, stretching her vaginal opening until sharp little pangs of 
ripping pain became evident; she clutched at his arms in fear-filled, 
choking terror, coughing suddenly with the ever increasing agony from his 
hard, cruel insistence. 

"Aaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she cried, writhing in resistance as the unbelievable 
torment increased. "Ooohhh, Christ no! Stop! Stop! Damn you, stop! You're 
tearing me ... killing me! Oh God ... please ... please? 

He didn't, and then she tried to raise up, her hands pressing with 
self-preservation against his powerful chest. She screamed and he grinned 
down into her face when she fell back against the cushion of the davenport, 
her mouth moving but no audible sounds coming. I 

"You little bitch!" Russ spat, but she'd already fainted. "Damn you ... you 
wanted it, and now you're getting it! Scream cunt! Scream for mercy...! " 

Of course, she didn't; she was unconscious.... 

* * * 

Heather could hardly believe that she would be so sexually stimulated after 
the wonderful culmination of fulfillment Russ had brought her only hours 
earlier ... but she was! Perhaps, she was some sort of latent nymphomaniac, 
she thought excitedly to herself as she led the way along the hall toward 
Russ' study. Her mind raced at the closeness behind her of Tony Hamilton, 
raced and plotted almost haphazardly ... knowing why he was there and his 
intentions ... then, it paused, presenting a question of its own! Why not 
take the initiative? Eliminate the chaff and get to the wheat? 

She sensed the smug air of confidence gripping at her belly, and before her 
bedroom door, she stopped and turned to face him. He couldn't help his 
momentum that carried him solidly against her, and her arms were like traps 
circling his neck as she felt the reality of his solid, swelling cock dig 
into her abdomen. He caught hold of her with his hands at her waist, looking 
down, his somewhat liquor-numbed expression open and blank. 

Heather smiled, sensing the extent of the liquor he'd drunk. Besides, he was 
wearing a somewhat belligerent attitude, indicating something ... perhaps 
that he and his charming little wife weren't in agreement on this escapade. 
It was a good guess, she thought, as she snuggled warmly up against him, 
pressing the contours of her uninhibited body tight to him. 

"I ... I know why you're here, Tony," she whispered softly. "Russ knows, 
too. We, you and I, we can either storm in on them and get nowhere ... or we 
can spend some time by ourselves ... getting acquainted. It's your 
decision." 

It'd all happened so fast, Tony wasn't certain that he knew what was going 
on. Suddenly, she'd turned around ... had both arms wrapped around his neck, 
and that warm enticing body of hers was pressing tightly against him! God, 
he could feel her tits digging into his chest, and her pelvis was making 
unmistakable little grinding moves up against the swollen hardness of his 
cock! He was trying to evaluate her words ... at the same time, wondering 
how he could fuck her right there! And then, the basic meaning of them 
registered-- 

"You ... you know?" he stammered. 

"Yes, Darling. We know," Heather hissed, sticking out her tiny tongue to 
brush the tip of his nose. "We've been waiting for you." 

"Waiting...? Jesus Christ! Really ... waiting?" 

"Waiting, Lover." 

"Ooohhh ... oh shit!" he fumbled. "Look ... it wasn't my idea.... " 

"Don't talk, Tony," Heather whispered. "Just kiss me ... kiss me!" 

"Wh ... Kiss you? Goddamn! Kiss you ... you luscious bitch! Oh shit!" 

Tony hardly knew what he was doing, except that he held one of the most 
delectable females in his arms that he could possibly imagine. He kissed 
her, crashing his hot tongue into her mouth and finding receptive nibbling 
and sucking. His hot hands smoothed down over her waist to her extraordinary 
lush buttocks, kneading and caressing, hauling them tightly to him while he 
pressed the swollen protuberance of his still rising cock into the soft 
compressing flesh of her belly. She clung tightly around his neck, thrusting 
and flattening her full breasts against him as she emphasized her want with 
enthusiastic shakes of her head as her mouth sought his hungrily, her tiny 
tongue spearing between his lips searchingly for whatever might befall it. 

"Shit!" he gasped again, raising his head and staring down at her, but at 
the same precise moment she'd grabbed his cock with her warm, soft hand 
through his pants, and for a moment he thought he might die. 

"It's going to be a party, Darling," she half-whispered, working at the fly 
of his trousers until suddenly, he felt her soft, hot hand grasping his 
naked prick inside his shorts and pulling it out. "An all-the-way party ... 
but not like any you've ever seen . . , " she went on, uncircling her arms 
from his neck and beginning to drop down from, and before him, where his 
cock thrust out like a ship's bowsprit...."You won't be sorry, Darling," her 
words came up to him as she kneeled in front of him, both hands circling his 
rod and beginning to work the foreskin back and forth ... one easing back to 
cup his balls ... and then, he felt her kiss at its tip. 

Jesus Christ! He couldn't believe it! The hallway was too dark to see what 
he wanted to, but suddenly he could feel the end of her tongue ... the very 
tip licking at the hole on the end of his cock! 

Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! he thought. He had to be losing his mind! He'd 
blow his ass-hole right out on the floor! This magnificent, voluptuous 
creature was slipping her hot-lips down over his cock-head! She was sucking 
him! Christ ... Christ ... Christ! He'd blow his nuts right in her mouth! 

He reached down and caressed the silken dark-hair of her head, then 
encompassed her cheeks with his hands as she began to move on and off his 
prick with an ever-increasing sucking motion. 

"Goddamn!" he hissed. "Let's get our clothes off!" 

She slipped off the end of his rod with a tongued, sucking action. He 
reached down and raised her up, then, kissed her passionately, searching her 
mouth with is own lingual member and trying to taste himself. 

"In here," she whispered, pulling him into her room. "Undress, Darling, then 
... we'll go see how Russ and Dolo are making it?" 

He followed her and began to pull at his tie and shirt while his cock 
throbbed desirously. Then, her words began to make sense and he stared at 
her. She was slowly removing her singular lounging pajamas. He saw her 
magnificent tits burst into view ... her belly ... then, the erotic, hair 
fringed loveliness of her mound ... cunt ... crotch! Christ almighty, he 
thought! Poor Dolo ... poor Dolo...! 

"I want to watch them ... can we?" 

"Yes." 

"I love her, you know!" 

"I know you do," Heather said softly. "I love Russ, too! That's ... that's 
what makes it beautiful ... loving them and watching them fuck and suck 
someone else!" 

Tony stared at her in her enchanting nakedness. Christ, she was exotic! He 
could eat her alive! Fuck her forever! "I'm going to fuck you!" he said 
suddenly. 

"I should hope so! But don't rush it, Tony darling. It's going to be a long 
night, I'm thinking," she said, opening her arms as he rushed toward her, 
his cock spearing between her hot thighs while her breasts crushed against 
his chest. 

"Wh-What...? What the hell did you say?" he hissed. 

"Nothing ... nothing much. Just that it's going to be a long night, Darling. 
Are you ready." 

"Ready?" 

"To go and watch ... your wife and my Russell," Heather taunted, using the 
tip of her tongue in his ear. 

"I don't care what we do! I want to fuck you!" Tony said emphatically. 

"All right ... you can, but we'll watch them at the same time," Heather 
replied, clutching her thighs tightly together around his swollen cock, 
while she looked up into his face. 

He was simple-drunk, yet he caressed her breasts and thrust his member tight 
in between her thighs while his lips played over her face. "I-I can't 
believe this is happening," he said thickly. "Me coming here like this ... 
you sucking my prick ... my wife in there with your husband fucking her ... 
the great Old Rusty ... it just doesn't seem possible...." 

She kissed him passionately. "You believe it now?" 

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

"You want to play peeping-tom?" 

"Peep. ... Yeah, yeah, I do! I want to see it ... see her legs spread ... 
see her getting fucked!" he replied suddenly. 

Heather laughed and caught at his hand, then let go to grasp his jutting 
prick instead. "Come on," she said, holding tight to it, and drawing him 
toward her. "You're really going to get your wish, Darling...! " 

* * * 

Michele drove and Ethan sat silently beside her. Finally, he found a 
cigarette and lighted it. 

She laughed. "You're nervous," she said. 

"I wasn't," he answered, drawing from the weed. "Why the hell did you have 
to invite trouble?" 

"Trouble?" the chestnut-haired girl repeated with a smug little smile. 

"Yeah ... trouble! Who the hell are those two couples you asked to meet us, 
anyway?" 

"Top Pendulums, my love ... a couple of pairs of our best that I knew I 
could depend on. You see, the Hamiltons might blow it, but the Gordons and 
the Craners are stalwarts. They'll perform accordingly, pictures and all. 
But don't let it bother you, Darling. Try a little laugh ... because this 
might be funny before we're through...." 

"I'm not laughing!" Ethan spat. 

Michele laughed. "You're a coward, Uncle. Besides that, you're a profligate 
... but I love you ... providing you remain a house-broken bastard. Anyway, 
we're almost there, and unless I miss my guess, it will be like walking into 
a Roman arena. So, get hold of your prick, Darling, because we're going to 
play the game right up until all of the pictures are taken ... otherwise, 
baby might find some cold, cold nights in prison. Are you with me, Darling?" 

"I ... I hear you, Michele." 

"Good. I wouldn't want my favorite uncle to bug out on an error," she 
replied, reaching over to run her slender hand along his thigh. "Those 
stinking prisons ... aren't they the shit, though?" 

Ethan didn't reply. There was little he could say. All of his wasted life 
was suddenly like a screened panorama before him and he visualized himself 
walking the length of it, tongue in cheek, and then this girl ... this 
lovely girl coming out of nowhere to leap upon him and claw his face like an 
animal...! 

"Look!" he said. "I don't care what happens...! " 

"Shut up! We're here! The guys'll be here in a minute. If you want to talk 
... whisper, Baby ... whisper," Michele said, slowing their auto silently. 

"Please listen to me, Chickie...." 

"S-h-h-h-h. Just relax, Uncle. Play with yourself ... or whatever your thing 
is! The show is just about to start ... because here they come!" 

 CHAPTER 10 

A weirdly pleasurable sensation of stabbing pain down between her open 
thighs brought the first measure of consciousness back to Dolores Hamilton. 
The wild thought that she must be having a baby played illusively in the 
fuzzy recesses of her brain ... the way she was lying with her legs and 
thighs spread wide apart and the combination of agony and delight that she 
was experiencing within her unbelievably stretched vagina ... but she 
couldn't remember ever being pregnant ... yet, there was some massive body 
moving out of her ... but ... but then coming back into her again ... out 
... in ... out ... in, brushing past the tiny mouth of her womb and 
painfully to her cervix ... and even beyond! 

She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her doctor. ... God, he 
was smiling lustfully down at her ... and he was naked ... between her legs 
... his hips and buttocks rising and falling . . ! He was fucking her! 
R-Russ Payne...! Oh ... oh ... oohhh! Suddenly, it all came back to her ... 
the entire picture ... his horrendous cock...! She'd fainted in fear when 
he'd tried to put it into her ... but he'd never stopped ... and now he was 
fucking into her furiously! She couldn't believe it ... couldn't conceive of 
her tiny, small mouthed vagina ever being able to accept his giant penis and 
she raised her head to stare down between them at the glistening white flesh 
of his monstrous prick when he pulled out of her, amazed when she saw his 
hips plunge forward and the thick and heavy rod of hardened flesh disappear 
back into her again, his bloated testicles smacking solidly into the smooth 
dampened cleft between her widespread buttocks. 

"Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... I-I-I am ... I'm taking it, aren't I?" she stammered 
chokingly, the mere thought increasing the pleasured sensations it was 
bringing her to overshadow the lessening pain. 

Russ grinned down at her, but before he could speak, Dolores heard the voice 
of her husband say: "Jesus Christ! I wouldn't've believed it possible if I 
didn't see it with my own eyes!" 

"Tony!" she gasped, twisting her head to see them kneeling on the floor 
beside the davenport. ... Heather Payne naked and bent before her Tony, her 
beautiful white, full breasts dancing and swaying as he fucked her from 
behind and they both watched her and Russ in their obscene performance on 
the couch. 

At first, a wave of shock, then shame, swept through her, but they were only 
brief and temporary emotions as she realized that they were both actually 
doing what they had intended to do, seduce the Paynes ... although it was 
never going to be recorded for posterity, or the Pendulums either ... in 
fact, she'd even forgotten what happened to her camera. The beautiful 
sensations that Russ was causing inside her cunt and belly with his giant 
cock made it almost impossible to think of any other thing in the world, and 
now the lascivious sight of the gorgeous, ultra-conservative Heather bent 
like a slave before Tony, her lovely white ass-moons presented up to him and 
his long, thick prick slamming into her while they both stared at the 
licentious phenomenon of Russell's staggering rod of flesh pounding into the 
salaciously expanded hole between her widespread legs. Dear God, the sheer 
ecstatic debauchery of it all was near too much ... too much! 

"I swear, I wouldn't believed it if I didn't see it!" Tony repeated, shaking 
his head. "The fucking thing is gigantean! And she's taking it ... actually 
taking it! Christ, my little prick must feel like a toothpick to you, 
Baby--" he added, clutching tighter into the soft, satiny flesh of Heather's 
hips and upper thighs. 

"No, Darling ... oh no it doesn't!" Heather replied quickly; dropping her 
face to the carpet and twisting around to look back at him so that he could 
see the pleasure he was bringing her. "It's a beautiful cock! I love it! Oh 
... ooohhh God, fuck it hard, Precious ... hard! Hard!" 

"Give it to her, Hamilton!" Russ said, smiling down at them warmly, his own 
lust suddenly fired all the more by the wanton spectacle of his beautiful 
wife being fucked from behind by one of his own employees, while he himself 
pounded furiously into the tight young clasping cunt of his lovely 
golden-haired wife. Shit! Where had he been all of his goddamned life that 
he had let both Heather and himself be denied the rapture of complete, 
uninhibited sex! Hell, it was the whole bloody secret to happiness ... and 
as certain as his prick was burrowing a new tunnel into this voluptuous 
creature, he and his love were going to cram a lifetime of it in the years 
they had left together! "Fuck him, Baby!" he called down to her tenderly. 
"Grind that beautiful ass of yours back onto his cock! I love you, Darling!" 

"And ... and I ... I love you, my sweet!" Heather panted from the floor. "Is 
... is she nice and tight, Darling ... her little cunt, I mean?" 

"Hell, yes! She's like a teenager!" Russ replied, beginning to sway and 
rotate his hips as he fucked into the deliciously stretched hole in Dolores' 
up-thrusting crotch. "Fuck ... it tasted like some dish of the female gods 
when I sucked it.... " 

"Oooohhhh," Dolores moaned passionately, the unbelievable sweetness and 
beauty of her lover's tender tone as he mouthed words of love to his wife 
... words of love mixed with beautiful obscenities, and her replies in kind, 
increasing her own wild bliss a hundred-fold. Yes ... yes ... they had love 
... real and magnificent love...."Oooohhhhh," she whimpered once more, 
sensing the mounting pinpoint of pleasure rapidly building inside her belly 
as his Cyclopean cock hammered into her, his immense balls taunting her tiny 
anus each time they spanked it beautifully.... 

"Is ... is it good, Baby?" she heard Tony call to her. "Tell me, Dolo! Is 
it?" 

"Ooohhh ... my God, Darling ... it's magnificent!" she gasped, tossing her 
head from side to side. "But ... but ... I can't talk now...! I'm... 

I'm going to cum! Yes--Oh God, oh fuck it, yes! 

I'm going to cummmmm, Russ, Lover! Oooohhh ... my Godddddd!" 

* * * 

Michele hadn't bothered to knock or ring. She'd gambled that if the 
Hamiltons were carrying off their assignment properly, there'd be nobody to 
answer their summons in the first place. Instead, she'd just walked in, with 
Uncle Ethan following reluctantly behind her, and the Gordens with the 
Cramers behind him. Only a slight amount of quiet exploration had been 
necessary to find them. She first found Tony's clothing in one of the 
bedrooms, along with a pair of expensive lounging pajamas that had to belong 
to Heather Payne. The rest had been a matter of room elimination. And then, 
she had silently opened the door to Old Rusty's study ... and there they 
were ... caught up in one of the more inspiring little orgies she had 
witnessed in some time. 

Betty Gordon couldn't hold back her gasp of erotic surprise, and her 
husband, Joe, had quickly clapped his hand over her mouth, while 
simultaneously, Clint Cramer moved up behind her, slipping his hand up 
beneath her short mini-dress and wedging between her hot thighs to caress 
her naked pussy. With that, Joe Gordon eased away to leave his own wife in 
Clint's care, while he pressed his solid hardness against the full receptive 
buttocks of Maggie Cramer, reaching around her to engulf her firm full 
breasts with both hands, and she wiggled her firm, rounded buttocks back 
against him. 

For a long moment, the half-dozen voyeurs remained silent, watching the 
salacious exhibition taking place before them while they massaged each 
other's cocks and cunts with hands and ass-cheeks, and then they heard 
Dolores' cry of climax ... followed by an ecstatic scream of release, and 
Betty Gordon couldn't contain herself any longer. 

"Oh ... oh my God!" she gasped. "Do you see it?" 

Maggie Cramer, an exotic, twenty-four year old redhead who had at one time 
filled out a chorus line on the Las Vegas strip, caught her friend's wrist 
and held to it tightly. 

"Jesus!" she swore violently. "I've seen every kind of cock in the world ... 
but I've never seen anything like that!" 

"It's ... it's magnificent!" Betty hissed. "But, my God! How can she take 
it?" 

"Jumping Jesus Christ!" Ethan Douglas exclaimed, gaping at Rusty in all of 
his nakedness as he mounted the breathtaking loveliness of Tony Hamilton's 
wife, who, at the moment, was caught in the paroxysm of climax, tossing her 
blonde head wildly and grinding her luscious young pussy up tight against 
his unbelievable prick! And all of this simultaneously with the enchanting, 
naked Heather on the floor getting fucked dog-fashion by Tony Hamilton! 
Christ, he couldn't believe it! But more than that ... where in God's name 
did he ever get that elephant-cock...? And that poor little girl was taking 
it! Shit, he'd never've believed it of Old Rusty! 

"Ex ... excuse me for not ... getting up," Heather managed to grunt out as 
she thrust her voluptuous ass-cheeks back harder against Tony's rampaging 
prick. "But ... but I'm sure you all understand ... Welcome ... and take 
your things off ... all of them. ... Let's ... let's have a party!" 

Michele tried to hold back her group, but it was futile. The girls had 
arrived half-undressed and in seconds they were naked, both moving in close 
to admire and watch Russ' enormous cock working piston-like in Dolores' 
greatly stretched cunt. They dropped onto their knees beside the davenport, 
leaning close for an unimpeded view of the tremendous rod, coated now with a 
delicious film of viscid dampness from Dolores' orgasm, and they stared in 
covetous desire as it thrust into the unbelievably stretched cunt-lips and 
expanded vaginal hole in the beautiful girl's bucking crotch, lewdly 
fascinated by the sight of the thin folds of pink, hair-lined cuntal-flesh 
that clung to it when he drew out of her, then disappeared back inside with 
every vicious plunge. 

"Oh God!" Betty Gordon exclaimed. "I want it, too! Oh Please, Mr. Payne, 
fuck me next?" 

"I want to suck it!" Maggie Cramer gasped, reaching gently between his legs 
from behind to cradle his heavy balls in her hand. "I want to suck it first 
... then he can fuck both of us...! " 

"You can suck this first!" Joe Gordon said, turning her head toward where he 
stood with his long, thick shaft of rigid flesh bobbing in front of her 
pretty mouth. She didn't hesitate, but immediately lashed out with an eager 
tongue to lick away the semenal drops at its tip, while he skinned back its 
heavy prepuce and she slid her ovaled lips over the moist head, taking all 
of it that she could into the hot cavern of her mouth. 

"Ohh! Oohhhhh God! I'm cumming again. ... I am! I ammmmmm!" Dolores wailed, 
squirming and writhing as if she were about to lose her mind. 

"Shit! So am I!" Tony blurted, clinging savagely to Russ's wife's soft white 
upper thighs and hips, while she pounded her beautiful, spread-open ass back 
onto his jerking prick. "I can't hold it any longer! I'm sorry ... but I 
can't! Here ... here it cuummmmmssss!" 

* * * 

Ethan Douglas could hardly cope with the licentious, orgiastic scenes that 
were suddenly taking place all around him. He had witnessed and taken part 
in a few wild and wanton performances, but never anything like this, and his 
own prick had leaped into a lust-filled, hammer-hard ingot of throbbing 
flesh, and it was Heather Payne that he had his eyes on. Hamilton was just 
about ready to fall out of her enticing, moist pink slit, his beaten prick 
looking like a fat, spent noodle, and it was obvious by the way her luscious 
ass was hungrily rotating that she needed a man to finish that job. 
Abruptly, he began tearing at his clothes, as Heather looked up at him and 
begged him to hurry. 

"What in hell do you think you're doing, Uncle?" Michele spat at him. 

"I'm joining the fucking party, Chickie!" he exclaimed, throwing himself 
onto his knees and crawling up tightly behind Heather's still upraised 
ass-cheeks, holding to his heavy prick as he worked in between her full 
white thighs. "And I suggest you do the same...." 

"Dammit! We came here for a reason! All of you ... you were to help me...! " 

"Help you what, Michele?" Russ cut in, actually speaking for the first time 
since their arrival. He had eased back onto his knees, slipping his great 
cock from Dolores' still gently throbbing pussy while she lay in an 
obscenely spread, exhausted position, her lovely body shuddering 
spasmodically. "Try to compromise Heather and myself with pictures ... ? Is 
that what you're referring to...? Because if you are, Baby, you're wasting 
your time, and on top of that you've made one hell of a costly mistake." 

Michele stared at him, unable to keep her rapacious green-eyes off the 
magnificent phenomenon of his still hard, glistening cock. "Wh-what do you 
mean...?" she stammered, watching Betty Gordon's two small hands eagerly 
stroking the massive rod from where she knelt beside the davenport, while 
Clint Cramer had lain down on his back and wedged himself between Betty's 
legs to where he could lick and suck at the flowered pink split of her 
crotch. And then, Heather was crawling forward toward Clint's unattended 
hard prick, with Uncle Ethan kneeing his way along frantically behind her, 
trying to remain coupled with her delightful cunt ... and then, she was 
there between Clint's wide-spread, hairy thighs and Michele saw his towering 
shaft disappear almost to its hilt into her beautiful ovaled, sucking mouth 
and throat. 

Michele gasped erotically at the sight as Russ smiled first at his gorgeous 
wife, then up at the frustrated girl. He said: "I've known all along about 
Ethan's embezzlement, but I didn't give a damn ... and don't. I'm retiring, 
Michele. Heather and I are going to live a little before we get too 
goddamned old to enjoy it. In short, my dear, I intended to make you a 
present of my half of Payne-Douglas, in memory of your father ... but 
now....? Now, you're going to have to earn it ... if you can." 

Michele continued to stare at him. She could barely believe the words he had 
just spoken, yet knew that of all things, Russ Payne was no liar. He'd meant 
what he'd said, and she, in her greed, had blown it. But ... but he'd also 
said there was still a chance ... that she could earn it ... and God, how 
she wanted that chance.... 

"Earn it ... how?" she asked softly, approaching where he still kneeled 
between Dolores' limp outstretched legs, with Betty stroking and massaging 
his cock in utter fascination, bending fo-ward now to lick its massive 
spongy head and get what she could of it into her mouth. Michele could hear 
her mewling and whimpering as she nursed it and reached down to caress his 
balls, while Clint Cramer licked and sucked ravenously at her cunt. 

"You have a reputation, Baby, for being the swinger of them all in 
Rand-Harbor ... plus the founder of the Pendulums. Is it true?" 

Michele couldn't hold back her proud little smile. "I suppose," she said. 
"And while we're on the subject, Russell Payne, I'd estimate that you have 
the biggest cock in Rand-Harbor ... maybe in the whole damned world by the 
looks of it. You're the perfect Grand Pendulum ... the leader we've been 
looking for ... if you'll accept...." 

"Perhaps, I will ... but first things first, Baby," he said, eyeing her 
levelly, while he gently stroked Betty Gordon's long dark hair as she sucked 
and nibbled adoringly at his rod. "You'll have to take it. All of it!" 

Russ watched her avaricious green-eyes light up almost wildly. Her brazen 
little smile broadened with eagerness. "You mean ... you want to fuck me ... 
and can I take it ... is that it?" 

"That's it," he replied, gently pushing Betty Gordon off the knob of his 
cock and chucking her under the chin. "Later, Honey," he promised softly. 
"Right now, we've got a ritual to perform." 

Reluctantly, Betty let go of him and Russ got to his feet, his tremendous 
shaft waggling out from his pelvis like a loose yardarm. "Get ready, Miss 
Douglas," he ordered. "This, we'll do in the center of the floor for all to 
see." 

"You're on, Mr. Payne!" Michele answered, smiling confidently as she 
immediately began to strip, her excitement growing at an insane pace as she 
kept her eyes feasting on his huge re-hardened prick, and she began to 
anticipate the enormous pleasure it was going to bring her, little tingling 
sensations already stirring deep in her belly. 

 CHAPTER ll 

Heather was only vaguely aware of what was about to take place in the middle 
of the floor between her husband and Michele Douglas. She was too immersed 
in the heavenly rapture of Ethan's thick cock fucking into her from behind, 
while she eagerly sucked at the newcomer's young pulsing prick, taking it as 
far down into her throat as she could with every downward plunge of her soft 
lips and warm mouth. Her brain reeled ecstatically, her body alive with 
sheer sensual delight, and she ground her buttocks back against Ethan's 
battering thighs and pelvis, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building 
in the crevice between her quivering ass-cheeks, sensing them dribbling down 
the backs of her smooth legs. Oh God ... if only she could cum, she thought! 
If only it was her darling Russ' beautiful prick fucking into her back there 
... she knew she would cum a dozen times, just as Dolores had ... and she 
had that very afternoon. 

Tony Hamilton had disappointed her, and she was desperately afraid that 
Ethan would do the same ... but, as she tasted and sucked wantonly at the 
ever-expanding, wonderful young cock in her mouth, the constant thought of 
it shooting its white, hot, thick sperm deep into her throat and belly, 
satisfied her lust momentarily. And then, she heard Michele Douglas scream! 

"Oh my God, no ... no! Not back there, Russ! Christ in heaven. ... No! 
Please ... I can't ... can't take you there....!" 

Tony Hamilton felt his own prick jerking into a hurtful, solid hardness once 
more as he watched the preposterous approach that his boss was attempting on 
Michele Douglas. He had her flat on the floor, face down beneath him and was 
kneeling between her spread legs, his big hands pulling apart her lush soft 
ass-cheeks until the tiny brown puckered anal hole centering them was 
completely exposed to those who had begun to crawl close to watch. Dolores 
had crept down from the couch along with Joe Gordon and Maggie Cramer, their 
obvious lust peaked at the pitiful sounds of the lovely chestnut-haired 
girl's frightened screams. 

Michele was beside herself with terror at the thought of Russ Payne trying 
to sodomize her with his inhuman cock! It was an absolute impossibility ... 
utterly outrageous! Nothing was worth being split apart ... but then, he was 
lifting her to her knees on all fours, back against him and she could feel 
its giant head pressuring against the small tight ring of her naked anus! 
She felt the muscles of his strong thighs tauten against the soft tender 
backs of her own as he strained forward ... and something in her proud and 
greedy, stubborn nature was forcing her to try and endure it. Then, his 
cock-head was worming its way into her there and she chilled with automatic 
terror! 

"Oh God, please no!" she screamed uncontrollably, trying to squirm free of 
the blunt, pain-racking intrusion into her helplessly resisting rectum; but 
he clung to her unmercifully, ever-pressing forward as she clenched her 
tear-filling eyes tightly shut, and the tensioned, elastic nether-ring of 
her ass-hole gave way before the agonizing, relentless pressure, letting the 
smooth bulbous head pop salaciously into her. She felt his hands tighten 
their hold against her thighs, his strong fingers gouging into her tender, 
white flesh, and she clenched her teeth ferociously to help her bear the 
pain. 

"Ooooggghhhh! Aaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh! Stop! Stop. ... Oh God! You're killing 
me!" she half-screeched, her face contorted not only from the torment, but 
the shame and humiliation of having to plead and beg in front of everyone to 
see and hear ... she, the founder of the Pendulums.... "Ooooohhhhh ... damn 
you ... you bastard!" she wailed back at him as he clutched sadistically at 
her hips, worming his cock slowly up into her warm, rubbery passage without 
respite, the strength of his powerful thighs pressing her forward until her 
face scraped against the rough carpeting, her ass held high in the air, 
buttocks spread open defenselessly, unwillingly helping his prick to enter 
in and fuck her there, it's throbbing head plowing the spongy, resistant 
inner-flesh before it, until finally with one last furious lunge that 
flattened her ass-moons against him, he had sunk the length of it into her 
warm, constricting channel. 

"Oooooohhhhh ... ooohhhhhh God!" Michele groaned, hearing the little chorus 
of licentious audience-gasps as she felt his pelvis smack loudly into the 
softness of her up-thrust buttocks, while his massive balls swung hard down 
against the stretched open lips of her cunt below. 

She gasped for breath. The bastard! The bastard! She was impaled in her 
tight ass-hole to the hilt, unable to move from the excruciating pain that 
was about to split her crotch horribly apart. Christ! Oh Christ ... he was 
making her earn his fucking benevolent gift all right ... but she doubted 
that she'd ever live to enjoy it! 

"Goddamn, Russ! Turn her over!" Tony Hamilton blurted, getting to his knees 
and grasping his hot, jerking stalk. "Let me get into her with you!" 

"Excellent idea, Hamilton!" Russ said, grinning evilly. "I always knew you 
had genius in you!" 

"Oh God ... oh God!" Michele moaned, as suddenly Russ squeezed his hands 
tightly to her hips and rolled to one side, pulling her backwards on top of 
him, raising near-shrieks of agony from her stretched, bloodless lips; he 
lay sprawled beneath her, her full, hollowed back tight against his stomach 
and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his, while his 
enormous throbbing cock was interred in its entirety to the very depths of 
her bowels. She was helplessly impaled, as though sitting on a giant 
pulsating stake of ironwood! 

Dolores Hamilton watched beside Maggie Cramer, who was fondling Joe Gordon's 
heavy prick absently ... watched her Tony crawl on top of Michele anxiously, 
forcing his legs between hers and Russ', thrusting her thighs even farther 
apart and grasping his stiff, convulsing cock to guide it quickly into the 
moist, spread channel of her open pussy. 

"Oooohhh ... ooohhhh Lord!" Michele whined as it slithered right up into 
her, until Dolores heard his balls smack wincingly into the spread-cheeked 
crevice of her lovely ass, joining the other invading monster-cock poled 
deep up into her rectum. Michele whimpered loudly, both in the agony of the 
pain and from the debased shame of her situation, Dolo realized, caught 
sandwich-like between two lust-filled men who were impaling her mercilessly 
on their massive, swollen pricks thrust deep into her soft, young body, with 
only the slightest wall of tissue between rectum and cunt separating their 
rock-hard shafts. 

She watched in a near-hypnotic state of building, lewd desire, suddenly 
reaching down between her own hot thighs to stroke her clitoris, spreading 
open her moist, pink cunt lips, and simultaneously gaping as Tony began 
fucking into the girl's flushed, damp pussy with inspired fury, while Russ' 
hips plunged up and down, lifting them all right off the floor ... in and 
out of her clinging and pulling, stretched ass-hole with wild, frantic 
strokes ... both men finally settling to a rhythmic tempo, and the 
dual-fucked Michele lay limp and sandwiched as might a paid whore, moaning 
continuously at the outrageous ravishment of her defenseless genitals. 

Dolores' mesmerized face was but a few scant inches from the pair of 
glistening shafts ramming piston-like into Michele's obscenely overstrained 
passages, and her own passion-infused, lust-glazed eyes stared excitedly at 
their lengthy, moist cocks, damp from her cuntal emissions, fucking madly in 
a harmonious cadence into her. She watched the frayed, coral edges of 
Michele's pussy being extracted with Tony's prick on the backstroke, and 
disappearing back inside as he plunged deep into her belly. The same sight 
caught her eye with Russ' great shaft sucking down out of her, tugging the 
tight pink ridges of her stretched, defensively clasping ass-hole with it, 
then fluidly soaring back into her as he rammed upward until his balls were 
wedged again into the smooth damp cleft of her ass-cheeks. Dear God ... she 
couldn't stand to watch anymore without some relief of her own! She was 
going out of her mind with her own lascivious need...! 

* * * 

It was a thrashing and squirming daisy chain a few feet away from the 
central performance that was, with the exception of Heather Payne, about to 
reach a unison climax. Heather heard the whimpers of Betty Gordon and read 
them perfectly; she was entering into the first orgiastic stages from Clint 
Cramer's incessant mouthing of her cunt, and the reaction was causing his 
thick cock to pulsate wildly in Heather's mouth and throat, while behind her 
and deep in her cunt, she could feel Ethan's heavy weapon jerking and 
pumping as it began to raise his thick, hot semen from the vat of his 
bloated balls that were slapping solidly against her. 

She might have been frustrated, but she wasn't. At least, she knew that 
eventually her Russell would bring her lovely release, and there was 
something beautiful in knowing that only he could probably ever do it for 
her again! And then, Ethan blurted a vile oath and she felt his pumping 
organ begin to squirt into her in long, sloshing issues of viscid, warm cum, 
his prick dancing crazily while he clutched at her hips and she tried to 
slam back her ass onto it for him! 

At the same time, Clint Cramer's cock in her mouth signaled its warning and 
Heather began to suck it hungrily in wild anticipation, until abruptly it 
gushed forth its hot, thick load of white, pungent liquid into her throat, 
her lovely cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed greedily in 
flooding gulps, fastening her lips to tighten around the ejaculating shaft, 
not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of his precious fluid; yet, she still 
felt thin rivulets dribbling from the corners of her tightly locked mouth as 
he seemed to collapse beneath her, his shrinking staff slithering lifelessly 
from her still voraciously sucking mouth ... and slowly she raised up to 
find Russell.... 

She saw them in all of their debauched ecstasy. Russell was on his back with 
his magnificent cock buried in Michele's young, tight ass-hole, while Tony 
fucked her from above and resting on his knees so that Dolores could squat 
over Michele's alluring face ... and she could see the chestnut-haired 
girl's tongue working furiously in the lovely blonde's widely spread vaginal 
slit. God, if there'd been a place for her there, she would've wedged in, 
but there wasn't ... and Dolores was already blissfully wailing out her 
climax. . ! 

* * * 

The addition of the delectable Dolo to their party had truly set Michele 
off. God, what a beautiful cunt she had, Michele thought, her brain racing 
excitedly in her growing passion. She had tasted Russ' cum there, dribbling 
down onto her tongue as she licked and sucked the soft, velvety flesh, and 
the carnal salacity of it had virtually eliminated any pain she'd known. 

Instead, the very helplessness of her position and the licentious mental 
picture of being used at every bodily entrance sexually had excited her to 
no end, causing a masochistic hunger to churn in her belly, and a low 
ecstatic moan escaped from her lips as Dolo moved away from her on trembling 
legs. She began to undulate her buttocks and squeeze with her cuntal and 
anal muscles at the hard, thick shafts boring into her, knowing that she was 
giving both of them as much pleasure as they were now bringing her. 

She forced her hips back and downward against Russ' huge Pendulum cock 
raging into her now receptive ass-hole, and then ahead and upward to absorb 
all of Tony's ramming prick into her pulsting cunt in a wave of erotic and 
masochistic sensations that were lewdly saturating her whole young body. 
Nothing registered any longer but the two magnificent cocks fucking into her 
and she rocked insanely to their rhythmic attack. 

"Oooohhhh...! Oooooohhhhhhh! Yes ... yes!" she chanted throatily as she 
continued to respond to each lunge into her genitals. Wicked and savage they 
became, as if punishing her, yet she gave them back in fury every stroke 
they delivered into her, until all three began to groan in an unintelligible 
maze of animal exhibitionism. 

"Aaaahhhhhhh ... yes! Fuck me, Darlings! Yes...! I can feel both of your 
cocks ramming into me beautifully! Faster, lovers! Harder ... please! Please 
... harderrrr!" she cried out to them, urging them both on, the thought of 
their two great cocks slamming into her in unison suddenly sending her 
toward a whirlpool of lust. It seemed to go on forever. Vaguely, she saw 
faces above them leaning close. The ever-mounting erotic bliss ... the hands 
gripping and clutching at her while she was completely and helplessly 
impaled from above and below, was too much to endure any longer! Her brain 
reeled ... nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of carnal rapture 
about to burst inside her! 

"Now! Now! Now!" she choked. "Please ... together ... cum in me! Fill me! Oh 
Fuck! Huuurrrrrryyyyyy! Now! I'mcuummmmiinnggg!" ummmmmmmimnnnnnggggg!" 

And then, Russ, with his super-controlled orgasmic responses, clutched at 
her erect, full breasts tenderly and shot his gigantic prick deep up into 
her grasping rectum, whispering at the same time into her. 

Michele felt his hot, seething cum squirt deep up into her back passage, 
bringing on her own orgasm in a wild crescendo and sending delicious spasms 
of sensation rocketing through her; she could feel every contraction of his 
master-cock as it jerked out its load of boiling white cream, deep, deep up 
into her convulsing bowels and on up further into her breasts; then, Tony 
grunted and cursed as she drew her thighs back as high as she could, her 
breath heaving from her lungs and his exploding prick began spewing its 
thick jets of hot jism far into the depths of her quivering belly, her own 
gushing secretion blending and puddling hotly with his, an almost-frantic 
paroxysm of bliss momentarily overwhelming her.... 

* * * 

"I'll think about it," Russ said to them, all where they were seated naked 
around him and Heather in the center of the floor. "If you want me in 
absentee for awhile, then I'll consider being your Grand Pendulum. In the 
meantime, this little girl and I are going to do some traveling ... see the 
world ... and I think it's about time." 

"Please ... please, will you fuck me once before you go?" Betty Gordon 
pleaded. 

"And me?" Maggie Cramer quickly put in. 

Russ laughed, then slowly got to his feet, drawing his voluptuous wife up 
beside him and slipping his arm around her slender waist. "Later girls. 
Right now, you kids go ahead and have a good time. We'll be gone for awhile 
... but we'll be back." 

like children, they all began to clap; then, Michele said: "Thanks, Russell 
Payne ... for everything." 

He smiled down at her. "You'll make a good employer, Baby. Just keep Uncle 
Ethan out of the till ... and make Hamilton your General Manager. I was 
going to do it, myself. He's the best man the company's got." 

"I will," she said. "I'll do whatever the Grand Pendulum tells me to." 

Again, there was a round of applause, while Dolores Hamilton crept close to 
her husband as he proudly moved his arm around her, letting his hand cup and 
fondle her lovely breast and she toyed lovingly with his now limp penis. 

Russ turned away taking Heather with him and walked her into the hallway. 
"Happy?" he whispered down into her ear. 

"Deliciously happy ... but frustrated, too, m'lord," she replied, smiling 
lovingly up at him. "You know, a girl has to cum once in a while too...." 

"You mean, with all of that, you didn't?" 

"Darling ... after you, what does a girl do for an encore?" 

He leaned down and kissed her meaningfully. God, what a woman, he thought, 
and how he loved her ... knowing that she returned that love. But presently, 
as they walked toward the privacy of their bedroom, he humorously wondered 
if she had any idea of the little sensual escapades he had in mind for them 
to occupy themselves with for the next couple of hours if she still would? 
Christ, they had so much catching-up to do, and experiments to try.... 

"A-Are you too tired, Darling?" she asked concernedly, clinging tightly to 
him. "I mean ... I can wait, you know...." 

"Too tired..?" he repeated, then chuckled. "Only of waiting, Baby ... 
only of waiting...
