SE-138  The Swapping Teachers
(Ursula Covington)


Chapter 1

The warm spring had finally come to Winter Garden, Florida. The light 
overland breeze from the nearby Gulf of Mexico no longer held that 
slightly chill dampness of a week ago, and the southern sun hanging low 
in the west was like a molten gold coin in the perfect unbroken blue of 
the sky. Everybody was soaking up the sun, starting their first tan of 
the year with the still gentle rays -- another week and it would be so 
scorching hot here by the pool the skin would blister and peel, but now 
it would slowly foster a bronze, bum-proof skin good for the rest of 
the summer.

At the semi-exclusive Teachers' Country Club, the fine weather had 
brought out the members in droves. The swimming pool glistened blue-
green beneath the gracefully dipping palm trees, and the bolder 
teachers had come with their swim suits prepared to take advantage of 
the inviting, freshly cleaned pool.

Lying side by side at the edge of the sparkling clear water, two 
attractive wives so much alike they could be twins were exposing as 
much of themselves to the sun as they could in public. They lay as 
though asleep or dead, only the slow rise and fall of the smooth 
tautness of their bellies attesting to the fact that they were very 
much alive.

Watching the two blondes sunning themselves, Fred Furness wondered for 
the hundredth time why the one who was Tommy Singleton's wife, Linda, 
turned him on so much. Sure, she had long, sleekly tapering legs that 
flared out from her wide inviting hips into shapely thighs and calves. 
But so did his own wife Grace Iying beside her. True, she had firmly 
pointed breasts out to here, but they were no better than Grace's. Fred 
couldn't deny that Linda Singleton had lusciously rounded ass-cheeks, 
almost completely visible under the scanty bikini when she walked, but 
Grace would not suffer from comparison.

Then, why, he asked himself again, why did Tommy's wife interest him so 
much he could hardly take his eyes off her young body whenever they 
were together? Fred Furness looked back and forth from his wife to his 
friend's wife over and over, at the same time reminding himself that he 
had absolutely no complaints about his own wife as a woman h bed. She 
was more than enough for any man, even one as naturally horny as he 
himself had always been.

Suddenly, he thought he had the answer to his own question.

Maybe it was because Linda Singleton thought she was above it all. She 
was so aloof in her manner that it somehow bugged Fred Furness. It was 
as though she knew his mind was obsessed by sex and passion, and to her 
that made him dirty, beneath contempt. She never seemed to vie with the 
other women for the attentions of men, no matter on how innocent a 
level it was conducted. Most of the wives occasionally flirted with 
husbands not their own, even the women who would never dream of being 
unfaithful and going to bed with another man. But Linda had had a very 
puritanical upbringing. She thought that that kind of thing with any 
man except her own husband was an unforgivable transgression against 
her marriage vows. In other words, he thought, she was what he called a 
goody-goody girl, and such people always presented a challenge to him 
he could not ignore.

It was true, he reflected, that the Singletons had been married only a 
few weeks, and maybe her attitude was understandable. But Furness and 
Tommy Singleton had been colleagues as high school coaches for a long 
time, and he had known his friend's new bride Linda almost as long as 
her husband. They had been dating each other for over a year before 
finally getting married, and from Tommy's stories, as well as from his 
own personal observations, Fred had sized up her prudishness. He had 
even warned Tommy in private that such a woman might prove to be a 
problem after they were married. Naturally, Tommy could only think of 
the delights her body promised him, and Linda had had enough 
instinctive femininity to let Tommy get tantalizingly close from time 
to time, always putting off the moment of truth until after the 
wedding. The old carrot-in-front-of-the-horse game, Fred mused 
sarcastically.

As he watched from his rattan chair near the poolside where he and 
Tommy Singleton had been having a drink, the two wives walked past him 
toward the low diving board. They were going to cool themselves in the 
water again after fifteen minutes in the hot, slow-broiling sun. Fred 
Furness deliberately let Linda Singleton catch him staring lasciviously 
at her swinging loins barely covered by the brief white bikini. When 
she walked, she inadvertently swayed her hips in an enticing manner 
that some women had to practice for years. Her blue eyes opened wide at 
his undisguised interest, and he playfully winked at her, making the 
action obscenely suggestive enough to make her blush. She jerked her 
head disdainfully, turning her eyes away from his and forming a little 
pout of disgust with her full lips that had a damp sparkle to them.

He decided then and there that he would find a way to get into her 
prissy little panties, and soon. He would teach her to treat his 
natural impulses as though they were crude and coarse. The self-
satisfied little bitch, he growled softly to himself as he made a 
forced smile for his wife's benefit. He could see that Grace had 
noticed what had happened and sensed what his reaction would be. Thank 
God, he thought, that Grace felt about these matters just as he did. In 
the past she had even helped him to make out with other women, and he 
had never hesitated to let her have a little fun on the side either. 
They had found after the first five years of their marriage that an 
occasional taste of "strange," as they called it, made what they had 
together even better.

As the wives climbed the short ladder to the diving board, Fred glanced 
toward the self-service bar to see if he could spot Tommy getting them 
new gin and tonics.

As her hands grasped the cool metal of the iron ladder, Linda Singleton 
stole another secret look at Fred Furness, his head turned away as if 
he were looking for someone. What a disgusting man, the lovely young 
blonde thought. Although she knew he couldn't be over thirty-five at 
the most, he had developed a slight paunch from inactivity, his 
otherwise muscular body slightly flabby for the same reason. She could 
see that he must have been a well-built, ruggedly handsome man at one 
time like her husband Tommy, and she hoped that Tommy would take better 
care of himself than that. Fred's stomach was covered by coarse black 
strands of hair thickening toward the waistband of his scarlet swimming 
trunks, but that wouldn't bother her if it weren't for the slight 
bulge. And the thinning hair forming a black widow's peak above his 
forehead would look distinguished if his face beneath weren't so vulgar 
with the full sensual lips and deep-set dark eyes that always seemed to 
be undressing women.

She reached the top of the ladder and watched Grace ahead of her 
preparing to take a dive. Still young and vivacious at twenty-eight, it 
would be easy to believe it if Grace said she was twenty-one. Her flesh 
was still smooth and supple, even at the creased juncture of her upper 
thighs and softly rounded buttocks where most women started showing 
their age very early. As Linda watched her friend in front of her flex 
her calf muscles and prepare to make a spring, she wondered how such a 
sweet girl could stand kissing her animal brute of a husband, not to 
mention having his rough hirsute fingers touching the tender curves of 
her body. Shivering slightly as she thought of it, Linda told herself 
it was bad enough putting up with the insistent nightly demands of her 
own husband Tommy these last few weeks, and she hoped and prayed that 
he would soon get over his initial hunger for her flesh and settle for 
making love once or twice a week.

But he seemed to be getting worse, not better, she reflected. Just last 
night, for instance, Tommy had tried to get her to put her mouth on him 
down there under the covers, only giving up when she had burst into 
tears and begged him not to make her do it. After that, he had mumbled 
something she didn't understand under his breath and turned on his 
side, his back to her.

The innocent young bride still couldn't quite believe that the man she 
had married had tried to force her to do that. It was something she had 
only heard some of the bolder girls at school whispering about, an act 
so obviously perverse and degrading that she was sure only the most 
debased and lewd professional prostitutes would submit to performing it 
on any man.

Thankfully, her thoughts returned to the present as Grace rose from the 
spring-board in front of her in a graceful toe-touching dive and 
entered the water without a splash. Linda watched as her body plunged 
deep into the pool and then arched and broke through the rippled 
surface at the far end of the pool. Grace began treading water with 
effortless ease and looked back in Linda's direction, giving her head a 
shake to throw her wet golden hair back over her shoulders.

"Come on, Linda. It feels sooo good," she laughed.

Without hesitating, Linda took two steps and bounced upward once from 
the board, doing a jackknife just as perfectly as her companion. She 
curved through the water and bobbed up to the surface a few inches away 
from Grace, her skin thrilling from the refreshing coolness of the 
water. Then together they swam lazily across the length of the pool and 
pulled themselves dripping up the ladder out of the water. Half a 
minute later, they were stretched out once more side by side, this time 
on their stomachs.

Fred Furness had watched with appreciation the two wives plunging one 
after the other into 'the pool, feeling a sudden warm tingle down in 
his loins at the view of Linda's tautly stretched buttocks when she 
doubled over in the air to touch her toes. Boy, would I like to get 
into her from behind like that, he groaned to himself. And then he 
noticed Tommy crossing the patio with the drinks.

It was obvious to Fred as he watched the young coach weaving his way 
through the scattered chairs and assorted sunbathers that Tommy was 
staring with greedy relish at the provocatively swaying hips not of his 
own wife, but of Fred's wife, Grace. The germ of an idea began to form 
in Fred's head, and by the time the ladies were abandoning themselves 
to the sun's rays again and Tommy had taken his seat beside him, Fred 
had concocted a plan. He knew that Grace would go along with it -- she 
had always done so in the past.

"She's quite a woman, isn't she," Furness said in an insinuating tone.

"Who?" Tommy Singleton asked innocently, embarrassed to think that his 
friend might have seen him ogling his wife Grace.

"I mean both of them," Fred laughed. "No need to get nervous about it, 
Tommy. I don't blame you for looking. I'd do the same in your place." 
He made a short pause, and then added, "I wish I could do more than 
that." His voice seemed sad and wistful.

"What do you mean?" Tommy demanded. This was the first he had heard of 
any problems of this kind between Fred and Grace.

"I mean just what it sounds like," Fred answered a little defensively. 
"At first I was a little ashamed to admit it, but our doctor says it 
happens to a lot of guys. He insists that it's only temporary impotence 
-- probably psychological, and it'll cure itself in time. But it's hell 
to go through, let me tell you."

Tommy didn't know what to say. He couldn't think of a worse fate for a 
man -- especially if he was married to a woman as lively and alluring 
as Grace. Without meaning to, he glanced once more at the supine figure 
of Fred's wife. She was reaching behind her back to undo the snap of 
her bikini top, unconsciously squirming her hips against the red towel 
she was Iying on as she struggled with the clasp. Finally she managed 
to get it loose, and the restraining fabric fell away from her full 
mounds, giving him a brief unexpected glimpse of the white firmness of 
her right breast before she pressed her torso back down onto the towel. 
Then she wriggled her firmly rounded buttocks once or twice to get 
comfortable, and Tommy felt a slight tremble and jerk of his penis 
inside his tight swimming trunks. God, that woman couldn't help but 
look sexy, whatever she did!

"Yeah," Fred Furness breathed hoarsely beside him. "It's even worse for 
poor Grace. She's always been almost insatiable in bed, and now ..." he 
let his voice trail away, a look of anxiety crossing his features.

"And now, what?" Tommy asked softly, wondering what else could be 
bothering him.

"Hell, I can't expect her to go on forever without a little action from 
time to time. I just hope she has the good sense to get it from 
somebody who won't get any ideas of splitting us up or causing some 
kind of trouble," Furness scowled. "We've had too many good years 
together. We're really a good match under normal circumstances, and I 
don't relish the idea of some perfect stranger screwing us up." He 
chewed his lower lip for a moment in a nervous gesture Tommy had seen 
him use when he was worried about his football team losing a game. "Oh, 
well, what happens, happens, and that's all there is to it," he added 
at length, pretending bitterness, and then he lifted his gin and tonic 
and drank over half of it without stopping for breath.

"Hey, take it easy on that stuff, Coach," Tommy chided him. He hated to 
see his long-time friend in such a state. "The season may be over, but 
you can't afford to break training at your age," the younger men 
laughed half-heartedly.

"What do you mean, at my age? You clown, I'll race you five lengths of 
the pool right now," he growled in a realistic tone of belligerence, 
slipping his feet out of the rubber sandals he was wearing and plunging 
into the pool after three running strides.

Tommy was surprised, but nevertheless he hit the water only a split 
second behind him, and they swam to the far end of the pool and kicked 
off from the wall together. Their wives watched with interest as their 
two athletic husbands raced back and forth, their faces distorted out 
of shape each time they heaved themselves up at the end of a lap and 
gasped for air to fill their lungs. Neither of them could gain an inch 
on the other, and they finally touched the concrete on the fifth lap at 
exactly the same instant, making it a tie. 

"Bravo, Hercules!" Grace Furness shouted, clapping her hands, 
forgetting for the moment her breasts were uncovered. Then she squealed 
in laugher and cupped them in the tiny halter, but not before the 
winded swimmers had glimpsed the rosy hardened tips of her nipples.

Linda Singleton was both proud of her own husband and amazed that Fred 
Furness could keep up with him. Then when she saw the unmistakable look 
of desire pass over her husband Tommy's face as he stared at Grace's 
full breasts exposed briefly to his view, she was filled with an 
uncontrollable jealous anger, turning her face away from his smile when 
he looked at her. The nerve, she thought. It's bad enough that he has a 
one-track mind with me at home, but to stare brazenly at his friend's 
wife like that is too much.

Tommy noticed her look of distaste and felt mildly annoyed that it 
should bother her. It was perfectly natural and human for him to look 
at women -- and he wasn't going to stop just because he was now 
married.

Later the four of them had dinner together in the club before they 
would have to return to the condominium apartments they had bought in 
the same complex of buildings. When the two wives excused themselves to 
go to the powder room, Fred Furness again brought up the subject of his 
problem with Grace.

"I've been thinking, Tommy," he began. "You and I have known each other 
for a long time now. I consider you one of my best friends. I know that 
I could trust you."

Tommy Singleton wondered what Fred was leading up to, but didn't say 
anything. It was obviously doing Fred good in his dejected state to 
talk.

"I think Grace really digs you," Furness went on. "And unless I'm 
wrong, you kind of like her too. Right?"

Tommy's heart was suddenly beating loudly in his temples. Slowly it was 
dawning on him what his friend was trying to say, and the thought both 
confused and excited the frustrated young man.

"What I'm trying to say is, why don't you do me a big favor -- and 
Grace, and yourself -- by dropping over some afternoon when I'm not 
around. Let whatever happens between you happen, and maybe she won't be 
forced to go looking around for some dumb salesman or garage attendant 
to satisfy her needs." The look on Fred Furness' face was sincerely 
pleading for understanding.

Tommy couldn't believe his ears. He was actually being offered a chance 
to screw his friend's wife, an idea that had crossed his mind over and 
over again long before he had met and recently married Linda. He had 
always rejected the impulse for fear of alienating his good friend, but 
here the older man was offering his woman freely with no strings 
attached as though she were a piece of property to be passed around at 
will.

"Uh, I'd like to help you out, Fred, but you can imagine how Linda 
would feel," he stalled for time. "And what about Grace? She might not 
like being treated like a piece of furniture that you can do what you 
want to with." At the same time as Tommy was offering up objections, 
his mind was already picturing the physical treats this more 
experienced woman could offer him with her body. It might be the best 
thing that ever happened to him, with his bride Linda holding so much 
of herself back. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out 
without doing a little running around himself or, what would be worse, 
losing his patience and perhaps turning his wife against him forever.

"There's no reason why Linda would ever have to know," Fred insisted as 
he worked to persuade Tommy to agree to at least try. "And I'll talk to 
Grace about it tonight when we get home. From things she said in the 
past, though, I think she'll like the idea." Furness waved his hand as 
if putting aside all the possible objections that Tommy could come up 
with. "After all, she has a hunger that has to be fed, and if I know 
women, it'll be a while before your wife Linda will be able to satisfy 
your appetite. Why shouldn't the two of you get together? And knowing 
as I do the way Grace gets so turned on she abandons herself completely 
to sex, I'd rather know who it is giving her a tumble in my bed."

At that moment, the two wives returned to the table, and the proposal 
was left that way -- Fred would call Tommy from his office in the gym 
the next day and tell him what Grace thought of the idea.

Even though he knew it was an idea that only a short time ago would 
have been unthinkable for him, Tommy now found it so exciting that he 
could hardly keep his eyes off Grace, imagining the things he would 
like to do to her in bed.

Naturally, his new young wife Linda noticed everything, but it only 
made things worse. That night, she refused to let Tommy make love to 
her, saying she didn't appreciate his getting heated up by looking at 
another woman all evening and then taking it out on her. That settled 
it for Tommy Singleton.

If he was going to stick out this marriage until Linda got over some of 
her sexual hang-ups, he was going to have to release his tensions 
elsewhere. By the time he was falling into a troubled sleep beside the 
softly breathing warmth of Linda's body, it was all he could do to keep 
from masturbating to ease the unsatisfied ache in his loins. Instead, 
he merely rolled onto his side when he was sure Linda was sound asleep 
and lightly rested the full length of his rigidly erect penis in the 
tantalizing narrow crease between her rounded buttocks. Jesus Chrlst, 
he muttered to himself angrily when she unconsciously cringed away from 
the pulsing hotness of his excitedly throbbing shaft. Even in her sleep 
she reacts against sexual passion.

Her action of repulsion angered him even further and caused his 
hardness to suddenly subside as if he had been dashed with cold water. 
He finally dropped off to sleep feeling utterly rejected by her, 
dreaming of a beautiful mermaid who called to him to come to her and 
feed her craving, abruptly waking up in the middle of the night from a 
wet dream. The mermaid had been slowly lowering her soft mouth down 
over his pulsating, hard cock and his dammed-up semen had spurted 
endlessly between her sensual lips turned up in a seductive smile 
around his thick shaft. He got up and showered before returning to 
sleep, first hiding the sperm-soaked pajamas where Linda wouldn't find 
them.

It'll serve the frigid little bitch right if I have to fuck another 
woman to be satisfied, he mumbled to himself through clenched teeth as 
he lay on the bed as far away from her as he could get.



Chapter 2


The next morning was a working school day, and Tommy Singleton awoke 
earlier than usual, wondering why he was feeling such a sense of 
anticipation and excitement. He glanced briefly at the still sleeping 
form of his wife Linda, clad only in a short nightie of sheer nylon 
that hid nothing of her physical charms from his view. She was Iying 
flat on her back, her creamy white thighs exposed all the way to the 
softly enticing little triangle of blonde curls up between their firmly 
rounded smoothness. He could see the inviting pink folds of her pussy 
pouting chastely up between her slightly spread legs, and he wanted 
more than anything at that moment to drop his head down there and 
thrust his tongue deep up into her unprotected innocent cunt, but he 
knew that she would never permit him to enjoy himself that way -- or 
permit herself to enjoy it, he added grimly. Hungrily he let his eyes 
pass on up over the filmy fabric clinging to her taut white belly to 
the delectable little indentation of her navel clearly visible through 
the sheer garment and farther up to the sweeping rise of her fully ripe 
breasts. Little upward thrusts were made where the tiny pink buds of 
her nipples pressed teasingly up against the thin nylon, and he licked 
his lips at the delicious sight before reluctantly turning away to get 
dressed.

As he finished shaving and looked at himself in the mirror, he suddenly 
remembered why he felt so anxious to get out of the house and off to 
school. He smiled at his image with a boyish grin, his brown eyes 
sparkling with unconcealed joy as he recalled the conversation with his 
fellow coach, Fred Furness, the day before. He could hardly wait to get 
that phone call he had been promised. Being involved for so long with 
the girl he had just married, it had been easy to forget for the time 
being that he had always been attractive to women, and now he found 
himself bursting with a renewed energy. He pulled on the loose velour 
slip-over sweater that only coaches could get by with in a public 
school, unable to resist admiring the way it clung to his muscular 
shoulders and chest. Hell I'm practically irresistible, he grinned into 
the mirror, and then he left the house quietly, getting into his yellow 
sports car with a feeling of elation he had not experienced for what 
seemed like years.

Avoiding the usual bull session taking place in the faculty room at the 
school, Tommy went directly to his tiny office behind the gymnasium and 
watched the telephone as if he could make it ring with his eyes. When 
it finally did jingle in two short bursts after the end of the second 
period, he was sitting ready to answer it and held it up to his ear 
before the bell stopped sounding.

"Hello, Fred?" he blurted into the instrument anxiously.

"Hi, is that you, Tommy?" came the soft feminine voice.

It was Grace Furness, Fred's wife! Her sweetly seductive voice seemed 
to flutter inside his ear, making his body ache with desire.

"Yes. Grace?" he stammered. "I-I was expecting to hear from Fred." He 
wondered if something had gone wrong.

"Yes, I know. But I thought it would be better if I called you myself. 
I think we ought to have a little talk," she breathed into the phone.

"1, uh, fine," Tommy managed to say. "When would be a good time?"

"How about this afternoon, right after school?" Grace asked. "Fred 
tells me you don't have a practice on for today -- he does, though."

"Right. And I'm free last period too," he offered, regaining some of 
his composure after the shock of hearing her voice instead of the one 
he had expected.

"Why don't you come by as soon as you can then," Grace suggested. "We 
can have a drink and see how we feel. Okay?"

"Okay! Great," Tommy replied, his pulse beginning to race as he 
detected the promise in her voice. "Say about two-thirty or so?"

"If that's as soon as you can make it, fine with me," she teased. Then 
she laughed and added, "Just don't waste any time with those dikes from 
the women's physical education department."

"Don't worry about that," Tommy put in, feeling bolder by the minute as 
he heard her expressing her own anticipation and interest. "I never 
waste time with women who are duds."

She laughed again, louder this time. "I'm sure you don't, lover. See 
you later."

"Yeah, later," Tommy responded, and then they hung up.

It was all he could do to keep his mind on his work until he finished 
with the last group of students. When they had finally dispersed with 
the buzzer signaling the end of sixth period, Tommy grabbed up the 
small bag containing his street clothes without bothering to change 
from his coaching shorts. He left the office in the gym the way it was, 
knowing that the custodian would lock up before the day was over and 
ran to his car in the parking lot.

It was close to three o'clock when Tommy's wife Linda finally decided 
she needed to talk to somebody. She never expected her husband home 
before at least four or four-thirty, and she felt she really needed an 
outlet for her confused feelings before she had to face him again.

After thinking about it, she knew there was only one person who would 
be willing to listen, and perhaps would have some good advice for her.

Grace Furness.

She hated to do it, even though she liked Grace well enough to become 
close friends with her. But she had formed an almost instantaneous 
aversion to Grace's husband Fred, and she felt this would always stand 
in the way of any intimate contact socially with Grace. Even so, she 
decided, there just wasn't anybody else she could talk to, and Grace 
was conveniently nearby -- you could see the back windows of the 
Furness apartment across the courtyard of the condominium.

Without any further hesitation, not even bothering to call first since 
they lived so close, Linda slipped on her sandals with crepe rubber 
soles and stepped out of the apartment.

Speaking to the other young wives she encountered on the way, Linda 
looked at their unconcerned smiling faces and wondered if any of them 
had gone through the same experiences when they were first married that 
she was now going through. They all seemed contented and happy, and it 
was hard for her to believe that they could have had any serious 
problems. She reluctantly admitted to herself as she waited for the 
elevator up to the fifth floor that it was possible her difficulties 
with Tommy were all her own fault.

It seemed impossible, but maybe she was just too darned prudish in her 
outlook on sex, she reflected. She had always thought of herself as a 
liberated woman who had rejected the outdated ways of her parents' 
generation, but who was to say that some of their outmoded thinking 
about sex hadn't been so deeply instilled in her from an early age that 
she didn't even know it was affecting her.

She sighed heavily as the door of the elevator opened onto the fifth 
floor corridor. It'll be difficult, she told herself as she turned left 
and started for the Furness' door, but I've got to try to be absolutely 
frank with Grace, making it very clear what it is I want to ask her 
about. She was trying to form the words in her mind for all the 
questions she had -- mostly about the perverse demands Tommy had been 
making since they were married, when finally she found herself standing 
outside the thin wood door of Grace and Fred's apartment.

Her index finger was poised over the button of the doorbell, ready to 
ring, when suddenly she froze in place, the unexpected sounds coming to 
her ears through the door shocking her into immobility.

"Let me suck you first," came the voice of Grace Furness, husky with 
passion and desire. She and whoever she was talking to must have been 
just inside the foyer entrance to the apartment, her words were so 
clear to Linda's hearing.

There was a mumble of a man's lower voice saying something she couldn't 
understand, followed by the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being 
opened.

"Oohhh, it's so big and hard, lover," came Grace's voice again. "Can I 
kiss it here?"

Instead of an answer, Linda heard a low moan of pleasure unlike 
anything she had ever heard before. She stood like a stone statue in 
the hall, the overpowering sounds rushing through her mind so loud she 
thought she must be about to faint and fall to the floor. The moaning 
male voice continued for what seemed an eternity, and then Grace's 
voice came to her through the door again.

"Mmmmmm, you've really got a nice prick," Linda distinctly heard her 
say. "Come on into the bedroom. You can hear everything through these 
paper-thin doors."

There came the sound of retreating footsteps inside, and then there was 
silence, only the deafening rushing in Linda's mind going on and on as 
she tried to comprehend and accept what she had just overheard without 
meaning to eavesdrop.

Abruptly, as though a warning signal had gone off inside her head, she 
turned and raced down the hallway to the stairwell, not willing to wait 
for the elevator again. She ran until she was back in her own home, 
confusion running rampant through her thoughts.

She had unwittingly discovered something about the wife of her 
husband's friend and colleague which she would have given all the money 
in the world not to know. And she had been just about to ask Grace for 
personal advice! A wife who was obviously being unfaithful to her 
husband.

Of course, Linda reminded herself without being convinced, it was 
possible that Grace's husband had come home from school earlier than 
usual, but that wasn't likely. And besides, the obscene act Grace must 
have been performing on the other side of the closed door to her 
apartment was almost unthinkable to the young wife's mind, even with 
her own husband. That had been one of the very subjects she had wanted 
to ask Grace about if she had found the courage to do so, but now it 
seemed forever impossible.

There was only one thing to do, Linda finally decided as she nervously 
prepared herself some iced tea to vainly try to calm her nerves. She 
would have to try to work it out in her own mind without any outside 
help.

She added inwardly to herself, I have to forget that I ever even 
thought of going to Grace Furness for advice. I have to forget that I 
know anything I shouldn't. I couldn't face either Grace or her husband 
again knowing that. I wasn't there. I wasn't there, she kept repeating 
until finally she thought the unintentional knowledge she had was 
emptied out of her memory.

But deep in a secret recess of her inner mind, the question she had not 
verbalized hung unanswered: Who was the man with Grace Furness?

*  *  *  *  *

As Grace led him toward the bedroom, Tommy Singleton felt his blood 
rushing wildly through his veins. He just wasn't able to believe this 
fantastic woman. He had come to the door thinking that the two of them 
would have a round-about conversation on the topic he had come to 
discuss with her, perhaps even ending up with her saying she couldn't 
go through with it with another man than her husband. But she had 
totally surprised him.

As soon as the door had closed behind him, she had thrown her arms 
around his neck and pulled him down to her, pressing her hot moist lips 
against his. Her tongue began spearing into his mouth hungrily and she 
groaned hoarsely as though she had been starved for it for years and 
years. Her warmly trembling body ground up against his with all her 
strength, and as she pressed and squirmed her loins into his, he was 
aware of his aching penis beginning to throb and jerk up inside his 
restricting jockey-strap under his gym shorts. He felt the twin mounds 
of her firmly resilient breasts pushing tightly into his muscular 
chest, the thin t-shirt he wore and her flimsy sheath dress not 
preventing his feeling the tiny erect buds of her nipples digging into 
his skin like hard buttons.

Tommy had been sure she was not wearing anything underneath the thigh-
length dress made of some synthetic material. Then, when he dropped the 
satchel he was carrying and wrapped his arms around her, slipping his 
hands up and down her writhing torso, he found he was right. He had not 
felt a brassiere strap, and lightly gliding his fingertips on down to 
the gently sloping flare of her undulating hips, he discovered she was 
not wearing panties either. The thought of her ripe young flesh 
completely naked under the thin garment clinging to her like icing on a 
cake excited him still further, and he thrust his throbbing genitals up 
tight against her softly heaving belly, at the same time flicking his 
tongue serpent-like around hers darting wetly in and out between his 
open lips.

Then the incredulous young husband had scarcely been able to believe 
his senses when his friend's wife slipped her hands lightly over the 
rippling muscles on his back and on down to his buttocks, clenched 
tightly as he ground his pelvis into hers. She squeezed them 
appreciatively in a way no other woman had ever done, gradually moving 
her hands around to force them between their passionately locked loins 
and without hesitation finding his blood-inflated cock with her 
fingers. She fondled his rigidity experimentally through his gym 
shorts, up and down its pulsating length, bringing it to an even 
greater hardness from her touch, finally pulling her moist lips away 
from his own and smiling seductively up at him.

"Let me suck you," she told him without the slightest indication of the 
shame or repulsion that his wife Linda would have shown if she had ever 
been able to give voice to the words. Then, when she unzipped his gym 
trunks and pulled the material down to release his now fully erect 
penis, she glowed. "It's so big and hard." He had dimly been aware of 
her bending her head down close to him as she dropped to her knees and 
added, "Can I kiss it there?" Not waiting for an answer, she dipped her 
head and placed her hotly searching lips against the pulsing, 
moistening tip of his lust-swollen cock.

Yes, yes, kiss it, suck it, he was crying out inside his brain, hearing 
his own husky, breathless groans of intense pleasure echoing inside the 
tiny foyer as though he were experiencing it all in a fantasy dream. He 
closed his eyes in new-found ecstasy as he felt her lips part into a 
rounded wet oval and slip slowly over his inflated cock until it was 
lodged in her mouth as far as the ridge encircling the flaring gland on 
the end. Then he felt her begin probing the tiny opening with her 
searing hot tongue, sending scalding waves of sensation flooding 
through his testicles dangling beneath. He thought his whole body would 
explode from the exquisite pressure building in his cum-laden balls as 
suddenly he felt her gently stroking fingernails running lightly along 
the underside of his still swelling shaft. Then they cupped his heavy 
testicles with warm reverence, alternately tickling at them and 
kneading them as if trying to pump his swollen aching cock to still 
greater proportions. Suddenly he could take it no longer.

With an earth-shattering groan from somewhere deep in his chest, Tommy 
clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips forward, driving his 
maddeningly throbbing cock as far as he could up into the hot moist 
cavern of her mouth, feeling its velvety tip bump up hard against the 
back of her throat. She had grunted from the force of his thrust, 
squeezing his balls with her fingers until he thought they would burst 
like eggs in her hands, and then abruptly she had stopped what she was 
doing. He felt the cool air of the room washing over his turgid shaft 
coated with her saliva and opened his eyes to look down at her pulling 
her wide-open lips away.

Without another word, his friend's wife stood up again, her blue eyes 
smoky with desire as she grasped his long thickness tightly with her 
right hand and began leading him along behind her.

Her eyes lifted to his and she told him in a voice thick with passion, 
"Mmmmm, you've got a really nice prick. Come on into the bedroom."

Now as they entered the bedroom together, Grace's fingers gave his 
painfully hardened cock a final playful squeeze and, before his very 
eyes, she raised her arms to lift the scanty sheath dress over her head 
with one sweeping motion and threw it onto a chair. She stood 
completely naked before his gaze, her breasts standing out in front of 
her as firmly as a young girl's, the rosy pink nipples erect in the 
center of their aureoles. Seeing his lustful eyes fixed on her rounded 
white mounds, Grace cupped them in her hands and squeezed them 
tantalizingly, letting her fingers play over the upthrust rubbery buds 
of her nipples. Her lewdly suggestive action caused his cock to jerk up 
into even greater hardness, and she riveted her eyes on its thickness, 
watching its pulsating, blood-filled tip a moment before commenting, "I 
like it. It's going to feel good going up inside me. Oh God, I want it 
in me."

Tommy stood transfixed like a saint before a vision of heaven as her 
hands slipped down from her breasts over the taut smoothness of her 
belly, his eyes following as they traced the outward-flaring curve of 
her full hips and then moved slowly toward the thin curls of the blonde 
triangle nestled up between her statuesque, marble-white thighs. She 
clasped the provocative, hair-covered mound with both hands, her 
fingers disappearing into the barely visible pink layers of flesh 
surrounding the opening to her vagina.

My God, what a woman, Tommy thought as he looked on at the obscene 
spectacle she was giving him. If only my wife Linda would act this way 
sometimes!

In front of him, Grace Furness probed into the pliant outer flanges of 
her own moistening cunt, the middle finger of her right hand finding 
and massaging the tiny quivering bud of her clitoris. She groaned 
loudly this time and pressed her full resilient thighs tightly together 
around her fingers, her whole body beginning to undulate slowly before 
him like a mesmerizing serpent.

Then, without warning, she flung herself back onto the bed behind her, 
drawing up her knees and spreading them wide apart to reveal to his 
eyes her pinkly glistening pussy-lips.

"Oh God," she moaned, staring wide-eyed past the twin mounds of her 
upward heaving white breasts at his wildly jerking bone-hard cock. "Get 
your clothes off before I die. I want you to fuck me." She squirmed and 
twisted her buttocks tightly down into the mattress as she repeated the 
lewd, lust-inciting phrase over and over, the obscene words on her 
sensual lips exciting him into a crescendo of rising passion.

Tommy began desperately stripping his few clothes from his body, 
dropping his already opened gym pants and shorts to the floor and 
almost ripping off his t-shirt, finally standing over her writhing body 
with his cock pointing at the ceiling in nakedly throbbing erection. 
Grace Furness lifted her body slightly from the bed as she arched her 
back in excitement, as if raising her openly spreading cunt up to him 
in sacrifice, her eyes remaining riveted on his thickly menacing shaft 
standing out in the air.

Then he lay down on the bed beside her, his breath coming faster and 
faster as he pulled her gently undulating body over to him with his 
strong young arms. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her 
buttocks and cupped them; they were beautifully firm and sinewy as he 
had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against his and she 
raised her face up hungrily to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as 
her hand searched down between their bodies for the hardness of his 
penis. Tommy gasped as her startingly cool fingers closed around his 
rigidity and pulled him forcefully closer to her, crushing the full 
length of her body against his. She was grinding her pelvis tightly 
into his loins, and then she suddenly twisted her body, pulling him 
over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them. 
Their lips were still moistly pressed together, hers soft and giving 
under his harsher pressure, tiny chills flying over his skin as her 
tongue darted like a wet penis in and out of his mouth in a motion to 
match the obscene thrust of her loins up against his.

His still expanding, throbbing cock was resting hard against her 
thighs, pressed into the narrow wetness of her eager cunt that nibbled 
like another mouth at its turgid tip-end. She arched her body for a 
moment levering them both up off the bed and, reaching back under her 
buttocks with both hands, stretched her vaginal lips slowly apart. She 
pushed her openly spread pussy-mouth up into greater contact with the 
sensitive flesh of his hotly pulsing hardness and held herself like 
that for a moment, the gently clasping slit teasing and sucking at his 
distended glans.

"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered up into his mouth, slipping her 
hands out from under her, her nails trailing across his back, leaving 
small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath 
her, once again cupping the fullness of her clenching and unclenching 
ass-cheeks in his palms and jerking her moistly receptive pussy tighter 
up against him. He moved up and down slowly, feeling her beginning a 
more desperate rotation under him until her legs, without warning, 
snaked out wider on either side of his body, her calves locking against 
the back of his thighs, urging him tighter into her.

"Ohhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!" she moaned into his mouth, 
her eyes shut tight, her pelvis grinding in little circles. Tommy 
groaned as he felt the soft silky hair around her vagina graze 
teasingly against the pulsating, blood-filled end of his cock, forcing 
it into greater hardness from the excruciating pressure.

Unable to hold back another second, Tommy flicked his hips forward with 
a sudden cruel thrust that drove his cock with flesh-separating 
insistence up into the rubbery hot moistness of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned beneath him, a sensual flutter in her voice. He 
felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his nakedly 
sensitized rod. It entered with a slight resistance of her velvety 
flesh, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time, 
except that it was better because he knew she was controlling her 
vaginal muscles that way to give him infinitely more pleasure. He 
relished the knowledge that it would be like this every time he fucked 
her, 'cause he sure didn't intend for this to be the last time. This is 
what the young husband had hoped for in his own wife, but, if he 
couldn't get it there, then Fred's wife, Grace could give it to him. He 
was learning, and learning fast, what a woman who liked to screw could 
do, and he wasn't going to do without this unbelievable pleasure any 
longer.

His long thick cock raced steadily up into her cunt to the deepest 
reaches of her belly that clasped warm and tight at first like a moist 
tongue wrapped around the full aching length of his hardness, then 
easier as the inner vaginal walls accepted his presence and lubricated 
the way with hotly flowing fluids.

Then, suddenly, he hit bottom, his heavy balls slapping up hard against 
the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

Grace Furness moaned a low animal-like cry beneath him, twisting 
reflexively on his skewering penis from the sudden unexpected pain of 
his complete penetration, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis 
even tighter into her loins. He could feel their pubic hair twisting 
together as he strove for all he was worth for the greater contact he 
was making inside against the quivering tip of her cervix.

Now she was spitted on his steel-hard length and he lay on her for a 
moment to allow the pain of his sudden entry to subside, proud that he 
could hurt her this way. It was the age-old ritual of a man subjugating 
a woman to his will, and he reveled for a moment in the power he 
possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him. Then he flicked 
the end of his blood-swollen cock again, bringing another low moan from 
between her firmly compressed lips. He had raised his head up from hers 
now, and he watched the lust-inciting distortions of her pretty face as 
it reflected the feelings his cock was causing inside her body.

Slowly he felt her tensed loins relax under him and begin a gentle 
massage-like oscillation around the thick hilt of his cock buried up 
inside her like a sensory sword. Tommy ground his pelvis jammed against 
hers into the squirming saddle of cuntal flesh, and she strained up to 
him, arching her back so that it lifted them both up off the mattress. 
She trembled ceaselessly beneath his body grinding into hers, opening 
and closing her legs around his hips like the useless struggle of a 
butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually her moans took up a chanting 
rhythm as old as man's world itself, a savage bleating that matched the 
steady pulsation now beginning where their loins locked desperately 
together and the rhythmic regular in-and-out motion up between her 
quivering thighs.

Tommy could feel his cock expanding and growing inside her as he slowly 
but surely answered her gentle rocking movements, pulling his hardness 
out barely an inch at first before driving it back in hard against her 
palpitating womb, then gradually out a little more, then farther and 
farther. Finally his cock, now glistening with her cuntal juices, 
slipped all the way out until just the bulging glans at the tip 
remained embedded inside her, then he stroked again and again into the 
warm oily moistness of her clinging pussy, his testicles each time 
banging heavily against her softly rounded buttocks below.

His friend's blonde wife suddenly threw her arms loosely out to the 
sides on the bed, concentrating all her attention on the blissful 
sensations their instinctively matched thrusting motions gave to her 
body. Tommy raised himself up on his hands spread on the mattress 
beside her head, enjoying watching the ecstatic expressions on her 
face. Her mouth was hanging slackly open as she flailed her head from 
side to side in abandon, her long blonde hair whipping back and forth 
on the red colored bedspread, ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds 
escaping from between her lips with each long smooth stroke of his 
slowly pistoning cock, building in intensity as together they 
accelerated the tempo to a frantic pace. He let his eyes pass down over 
the tautly stretched tendons of her passion-hollowed neck, pausing to 
greedily relish the gently heaving vibrant orbs of her breasts, their 
ruby pink nipples jutting out like tiny strawberries offered up for him 
to devour, and then on down past her quaking white belly to their 
merging loins below.

He could see his blood-distended, thick penis withdrawing almost its 
full length from the dinging pink lips of her pussy, then rushing 
headlong back up into the curl-lined opening. She was pushing up to 
meet his thrusts as if she were unable to wait even a split second for 
his next entry into her. Each time he drove it in to the hilt he held 
it there for an instant, savoring the delicious sensations it caused as 
she shuddered violently on his impaling hard shaft, jerking her loins 
in a tiny quick rotation that threatened to make his cum-laden balls 
explode from the hot pressure building up there. Again and again she 
wrenched her pelvis downward as he began the long slow withdrawal, her 
warm moist pussy sucking at him like a million mouths inside her belly 
as she felt the ridges of his cock rippling over the quivering little 
bud of her clitoris.

She groaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, her whole being 
throwing itself into the wanton act, thrashing and bucking under him 
like a demon gone wild.

Goddamn, she's a good fuck, Tommy told himself as he watched her 
heaving in salacious abandon beneath him like a contortionist playing 
the part of a lewd lascivious whore.

"Ohhhhh, it's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me 
scream, damn it, make me scream!" she coughed up at him in a lust-
maddened daze.

He reached under her between her jerking buttocks as he continued to 
drive his cock rhythmically up into the hot wetness of her cunt. 
Carefully, he stretched the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, 
searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus.

Suddenly he found it.

Small rivulets of warm moisture were running down the widespread 
crevice from where his hand could feel his hard rod of flesh thrusting 
into her vagina. It moistened the tightly puckered little rectal ring, 
lubricating it slightly, and he probed experimentally for a moment with 
the tip of his finger. Then he pushed hard, feeling the anal circle 
give a little under the pressure, and suddenly the tight elastic flesh 
gave way completely and his finger slipped in up to the first knuckle 
joint. She jumped forward away from him, almost crawling on her back to 
escape the first excruciating pain. "Ahhhhhhhggh! God, it hurts!"

He brutally thrust again, sinking into the second knuckle.

"Ugggghhhhh! Yesssss, yesssss! Hurt me! Hurt me more!"

In spite of the pain she was feeling, he felt her suddenly begin 
screwing her buttocks, clenched into tight balls of muscle, back onto 
his finger until it was sunk all the way to the palm of his hand. He 
wriggled it inside the narrow passage, rotating it around in the 
rubbery depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of 
flesh separating the two openings the underside of his cock plunging in 
and out of her cunt and he began skewering her between them, 
maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on beneath him. His 
nail caught the tender flesh in her anus momentarily, scraping her and 
causing her to jerk, but then she caught up the endless pace again, 
opening her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access to 
the dual ravishing of her loins.

As she pitched crazily under him, Tommy could sense that it wouldn't be 
long before she reached her climax, and he knew he would be able to 
hold back a little longer. She had to cum soon, and he began ramming it 
into her with long hard hammer-thrusts in time with his finger hotly 
sheathed in her anus as she churned helplessly beneath him on the bed.

He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tight between 
her trembling thighs, opening and closing them around him in unison 
with his relentlessly spearing strokes, warbling meaningless cries from 
deep within her throat as though she had no control over her voice. She 
was approaching closer and closer the moment she had been working for, 
and he continued his merciless double thrusts with all his strength and 
power.

Then her mouth found a way to form words again.

"Oooooohhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard -- hard -- HAARRRDDDDD!" she 
chanted, mumbling all the lewd and obscene words she could think of, 
spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly 
clenched buttocks. Then she jackknifed her legs up high, pressing her 
knees back hard onto her flattened breasts, offering him full access to 
her nakedly upturned cunt. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, 
her face tortured and contorted as she strained for the final explosion 
so near.

Suddenly she coughed and pulled her thighs up even tighter.

"I'm cumming!" she exclaimed, as if in surprise, her mouth opening wide 
in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated as though she had to 
convince herself. The whole of her pink, widely stretched young pussy 
was presented up to him to batter and use as he wished, her ankles 
hooked high up over his shoulders, kicking and dancing high on his 
sinewy back. He could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along 
the top of his cock like a stick on a picket fence, her defenselessly 
upthrust loins squirming beneath him in the wild uninhibited throes of 
her abandoned orgasm. Her words had become incoherent unintelligible 
syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing 
eyes gazing as if in wonder at the ceiling.

Jesus, look at the little bitch go, Tommy Singleton thought as he 
grinned down from his position on top of her at his friend's wife 
racing out of control for the final climax, gritting his teeth and 
clenching his buttocks as tightly as he could to hold back his own, 
slaving and sweating over her harder than he ever had in his life. 
Abruptly he pulled his finger out of her anus to give both of them 
greater freedom of movement.

"I'M CUMMMMMIIINNNNG!" she suddenly screamed again, the words changing 
into a prolonged inhuman moan that went on and on like a piercing note 
decreeing the end of the world for her. Fred Furness' wife flared her 
nostrils wide like an animal struggling for its life and screwed 
herself up on Tommy's pistoning shaft of flesh, locking herself to him 
with all the strength of her thighs while her spending loins jerked 
spasmodically against his belly. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching 
his swollen balls beneath as she shuddered up against him, his 
throbbing aching cock glued inside her, the hotly clasping inner walls 
of her pussy flooding warm wet fluids around him for what seemed an 
eternity.

The ecstatic young blonde held her breath for an interminable moment 
and then expelled it as though struck in the stomach by a heavy fist, 
her body collapsing limply down onto the mattress. She lay still and 
unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked pussy going on 
and on like a finally tamed wild animal pulsing around his tortured 
cock lodged far up inside her. He held it pushed deep in her belly, 
allowing her to rest for a moment, though it was all he could do to 
keep from going on screwing into her moistly clinging young pussy.

God, he had never seen anything like it! Fred hadn't been wrong when 
he'd said this wife of his was quite a woman.

Tommy throbbed the rampant thickness of his penis deep up in her belly, 
hoping to bring her passion-drenched cunt to life again.

"That was nice," Grace whispered breathlessly. "I haven't been fucked 
like that in a long time." She clenched the walls of her butter-soft 
pussy around his hardness in a grateful gesture that made him gasp in 
his efforts to keep from shooting his load of cum into her right then 
and there.

He wanted to fuck her more before filling her belly full of hot white 
sperm.

"You're not finished yet," he hissed down at her, his blood seething 
from the aching throb down in his balls.

"God, lover," she murmured with a lewdly twisted smile of approval, 
"you held back a long time."

"But not much longer," he muttered, breathing hard. "I'm right on the 
edge."

"Roll over," she said, smiling sweetly up at him. "You've been doing 
most of the work. Now it's my turn since you were so patient."

Reluctantly, he pulled back, slipping his turgid cock-shaft wetly out 
of the clinging moist warmth of her vagina. He hated to pull it out, he 
was so close to spurting off into her belly, but he decided to let her 
have her way. She hadn't disappointed him so far, and he didn't think 
she would now. He had never done anything with his own wife Linda but 
get on top of her and after a few quick strokes get rid of his load and 
that was it. She didn't like to play in bed, and the limit was one 
orgasm, for him, and none for her. He had the impression after the few 
weeks he had been married to her that she merely tolerated his love-
making, unable to really enjoy it. He'd tried, but she seemed not to be 
interested in getting any fun out of it.

Well, maybe he would learn some things from Grace that he could use to 
change Linda's tune about things. He'd just let his friend's wife 
handle it from now on until he learned a little more about really 
pleasing a woman.

As he rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin 
white trails of her orgasm followed his rigid cock across her lower 
thigh. He had the sudden thought that if this was doing a favor for his 
friend Fred who hadn't been able to make love to Grace for awhile, it 
was ten times a greater favor to himself. That's what I call a real 
friend, he smiled to himself. Then he lifted his head from the mattress 
to watch what Grace was going to do.

She turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, 
began stroking him, sliding the loose foreskin flesh up and down in a 
slow magical rhythm that caused his ache to increase almost beyond 
endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all 
fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing bulbous tip of 
his expectant cock. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it 
between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that 
caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.

Her blonde head dropped slowly toward his hardness until suddenly her 
tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the obscene 
wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked in his breath from the 
sudden renewed contact of her tongue, chills rippling along the back of 
his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She then brought her mouth 
down all the way to enclose the whole sensitive tip in a moistly 
clasping pressure, her lips tightening like an elastic hand around it 
just-below the rubbery flare of the glans, trapping it completely 
inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

"Christ!" he groaned out loud into the bedroom, staring down at her 
contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of burgeoning- cock-flesh 
sunk halfway between her ovaled lips increased the sensation of a 
thousand-fold. His penis was still wet from the juices of her orgasm 
and glistened like the trunk of a rain-soaked tree along the part she 
had not yet taken between her avidly working lips. She gently massaged 
his soft resilient testicles with one hand and stroked the base of his 
cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck 
rhythmically up and down. He could feel the animated softness of her 
tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, 
the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the 
end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of 
her head bobbing up and down below, the sight of her labors making it 
all the more exciting for him.

Grace could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck at his cock a 
little harder, the tips of her sharp teeth digging gently into the hard 
resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the 
blood along beneath the velvet surface of the skin. She shifted her 
position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his cock and 
kneeled on all fours between his open legs, reaching under his buttocks 
to cup them in her palms, pulling his straining loins tighter to her 
face. Her tongue licked round and round the growing glans furiously 
until Tommy felt it near the bursting point as she took almost all his 
rigid shaft deep into her throat. Though he was certain she would 
choke, she continued the erotically titillating sucking on and on.

Huge pools of liquid heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he 
watched her lovely face working above his sweating loins. He could see 
tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin driplets from the sides 
of her body as she bobbed over him like a demon-goddess gone mad. The 
muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from 
the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed to push even farther 
between the delicious moistness of her furiously working lips that 
clung greedily to his lewdly thrusting cock.

He groaned under her again and again, his lips twitching crazily, 
incoherent mutterings escaping from between his clenched teeth.

Suddenly, he gasped.

The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere 
deep in his chest as he felt the white-hot sperm begin its mad dash 
from his balls and spurt in thin hot streams into her endlessly sucking 
mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily 
swallowed the warm flooding cum to keep from choking. The wanton young 
wife went on sucking voraciously as her neighbor's husband emptied his 
heavy load of semen into the wetness of her wildly moaning mouth, his 
hands tangling cruelly in her blonde hair, holding her face to the 
throbbing of his loins as he shoved his jerking shaft all the way down 
her continually swallowing throat. She coughed sporadically to regain 
her breath, her Adam's apple slipping up and down under her skin until 
finally he moaned his last body-wracking moan and grunted in complete 
sensual fulfillment. Slowly his twitching cock deflated in her mouth 
but she continued yet gentler sucking, drawing every precious drop of 
the thick warm sperm from his now almost limp cock.

And then he had nothing more to give her.

She had sucked him dry and with a heavy groan he collapsed, arms 
widespread, back across the bed. She nibbled softly at his flaccid 
useless penis for awhile, her head resting lightly on his thigh and 
then crawled up over his unmoving body to cradle his head against her 
still heaving breasts. After a moment she leaned down and kissed him 
full on the lips.

"Like it, lover?" she whispered softly against his cheek after the long 
lingering contact with his mouth.

"Mmmmmm," was all he could rouse himself to say right then, looking up 
into her eyes with an appreciative gleam.

"I know a lot more."

"Is more possible?" he asked in disbelief.

"You'll see," she cooed down at him. "This doesn't have to be the only 
time for us."

"You're sure Fred won't mind if we carry this thing on?" Tommy asked 
with apprehension.

"Don't be silly. He arranged it this time, didn't he?" she laughed. 
"Besides, there was a time before I knew what I was doing that he used 
to get his special kicks with other women, and I have some fun to make 
up for. This is the first time in years he hasn't been right there with 
a hard-on whenever I was in the mood, and I'm going to take advantage 
of the opportunity."

"Just so Linda doesn't find out," Tommy said with a worried expression. 
He wanted more than anything else to get his hands on this wild wife 
again and as soon as possible, but the thought of his own wife finding 
out chilled him inside.

"Bring her along," Grace told him matter-of-factly. "She might learn a 
thing or two."

"Are you crazy?" Tommy gasped suddenly, rising to one elbow on the bed. 
"She would blow her stack. Besides," he added in a serious 
afterthought, "I love her and wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. It's 
not her fault she was brought up to be so prudish. If I can control 
myself, she'll gradually wake up, the way you must have."

"You'll have a long wait, but that's okay by me. This way I can get 
mine. That's selfish on my part, but now that I know what a good lay 
you are, you're going to have to try keeping me satisfied."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Tommy asked playfully.

"It's both," Grace purred. "If you don't think up excuses to get out of 
the house and come see me often enough, I may just have to talk to 
Linda." She gave him a thin speculative smile that left no doubt she 
meant her words.

Tommy felt cold fear rushing through his veins.

"On the other hand, if you just drive away, park somewhere down the 
block and walk back when I need you or you need me, then it's a 
promise. It's simple. And Fred has already promised to stay out of the 
way as long as he can't do anything for me," she grinned at him 
triumphantly.

You little hot-blooded bitch, Tommy thought to himself. He was 
beginning to get the picture now. She must have forced Fred into 
letting her do what she wanted, and now she was trying the same on him. 
Well, he added in his mind, as long as all she expects from me is a 
good hard fuck now and then we'll get along fine. Meanwhile, I'll have 
to fix it so Linda won't believe a word of what she says if she gets 
any ideas.

"I'll think about it," he told her. "It'll be tough coming very often, 
but for another turn with you, maybe I can figure something out." He 
was rising from the bed, trying to remember where he'd left the bag 
with his street clothes.

She sat up on the bed grinning and reached over with her fingers to 
squeeze his deflated penis. "What's wrong, can't make it again?" she 
cooed up at him.

"Not now, I've got to get going. And I've got a lot of thinking to do 
about this," he answered, pulling away from her touch.

"Don't rush it, I can wait a few days until you work things out. Say, 
until Thursday about the same time?" she invited him.

He answered from the foyer where he was retrieving his clothes. "All 
right, unless I change my mind." He was determined not to let her take 
over his life, no matter how many times they got in bed together. He 
walked back into the bedroom already dressed and stuffed his gym 
clothes into the satchel. She was smiling at him from where she sat 
still stark naked in the middle of the big bed, her ankles crossed and 
her knees spread wide apart, exposing to his view the dilated pink lips 
of her cunt.

She turned her lips up into a lewdly seductive smile as she followed 
his gaze and opened her thighs wider and farther apart. "You won't 
change your mind, lover," she insinuated. "Will you?"

He looked at the sumptuous feast her body shamelessly offered him and 
knew that she was right. He wondered briefly how his friend Fred 
Furness had turned his wife into such an insatiable woman, wishing he 
could do the same with his young bride-the sooner the better. "How did 
you get so turned on to sex?" he asked, combing his fingers through his 
hair to straighten his appearance a little before leaving.

Grace rose and slipped on the scanty mini-length sheath dress she had 
removed so hurriedly only a few minutes ago. "I'll tell you all about 
it, with a demonstration, on Thursday when you come," the provocative 
blonde promised. "Deal?"

He hesitated before answering, anxious not to let her get the upper 
hand again before finally answering, "It's a deal. And I'll tell you 
then how things stand -- whether I can make it anymore after that." She 
led him toward the door and let him out after looking cautiously into 
the hallway for neighbors.

"That's good enough for me," she said. "Good-bye, Tommy. Thanks for a 
wonderful afternoon. I'm looking forward already to Thursday."

"Good-bye," he replied, kissing her lightly on her upraised lips. He 
felt a slight tinge of regret rising from his decision to leave and go 
home as her tongue delved playfully into his mouth, causing his 
battered penis to jerk slightly in his shorts.

Then she closed the door behind him, smiling to herself. She knew Fred 
would be pleased when she told him how the plan was working, and even 
though she had felt like a cheap two-dollar whore seducing the innocent 
young husband, she had really enjoyed herself while doing it. To top it 
off, she reflected, Fred would really give her the fucking of her life 
that night for going along with him and pretending she hadn't been 
satisfied for a long time because he was impotent.

Impotent! She chuckled to herself. It was hard to imagine anything 
farther from the truth than that.



Chapter 3


Linda sat dejectedly on the living room couch staring thoughtfully into 
a glass of gin and tonic. She knew next to nothing about drinks and 
drinking, but she had seen her husband Tommy mix so many of these since 
she had known him that she had automatically made one for herself after 
deciding she needed something alcoholic to help calm her nerves. Her 
head was slightly dizzy from the second one she had drunk in the last 
half an hour since she had tried to call Tommy at school.

Once again she reassured herself that it was Thursday and she hadn't 
made a mistake. This was the day that Tommy had promised faithfully a 
week ago he would leave school early and take her shopping in the city. 
He should have been by to pick her up long ago, and she had impulsively 
called the school to find out if something unexpected had come up to 
prevent his leaving. Though the secretary had even gone to the trouble 
of sending someone down to the gym area to look for Tommy, he was 
nowhere to be found. His office was locked, the secretary said, and his 
car was not in its usual place outside the gym.

By now Linda was lightheaded from her inexperience in drinking, and she 
tried again to rationalize away her fears. She had noticed a strange 
change in her new husband since that Sunday at the Teachers' Country 
Club but had tried to ignore it, hoping it would work itself out. First 
she had perhaps foolishly denied him her body that night because she 
had accused him of giving Grace Furness too much attention, and the 
following morning Tommy had left for work without waking her with a 
kiss as he usually did. Then he had come home later than usual on 
Monday, and she was sure she had detected a slight fragrance of perfume 
and what might have been a touch of lipstick on his mouth. He had not 
greeted her with his normal attempt to get her into the bedroom the 
first thing, instead acting a little off-handed toward her, saying only 
that he wanted to take a shower before supper.

She was sure he had consciously avoided her eyes as if he had a reason 
to feel guilty, and immediately she had begun to suspect something was 
wrong. She told herself she had only been married to him for a few 
weeks and had not had time to get to know all his moods and feelings in 
spite of the fact that they had seen a lot of each other for a whole 
year before that. And, she had reminded herself, dating a person was 
one thing, but living with him was another. Later, the worried young 
wife had tried to persuade him to confide his problem to her over 
supper.

That had only seemed to make him worse, and then when they were in bed 
later that night, she had thought maybe he needed very badly to make 
love to her and that was why he seemed upset. But when she had begun to 
give him the tenderly inviting caresses she knew he liked, he had first 
pushed her away angrily as if she were some cheap slut he had met in a 
bar and then, when she had persisted, thinking he was angry for her 
refusal the night before, he had attempted to do some awful things to 
her and tried to make her return them. This was a more subtle change in 
him that had been happening since their wedding night twenty-four days 
ago. The things he wanted her to do were things she had heard about but 
didn't really know normal people did. They were perverted acts and she 
had only heard some of the bolder girls in college whisper about them 
in dirty jokes or in insinuating giggles about the boys they had been 
out with.

Tommy had become even more angry with her when she had refused to let 
him do those perverse lewd acts and ended up by shouting at her with 
impatience and frustration when she had refused to do them to him. It 
wasn't that she hadn't wanted to try. God knows she wanted to make him 
a happy husband the way she had thought he would be, but she just 
couldn't force herself to go through with it. The thought of that 
horrible scene in the bed when he had tried to put his head down 
between her legs and the coldness with which he had treated her 
afterward when she had refused to let him brought tears brimming to her 
eyes. She sobbed softly and took another mouthful of the gin and tonic, 
wincing slightly as it burned its way down her throat.

And now this! His mysterious failure to pick her up was the crowning 
blow. She had tried to remind him that morning before he left for 
school, but he was vague and non-committal. At the time she had thought 
he was just preoccupied with himself and had been sure he was aware the 
shopping trip she had planned meant a lot to her, but now she was no 
longer sure of anything.

The troubled young bride finished the last drop of her drink and went 
to the kitchen for more ice to make another, secretly hoping that Tommy 
would come home and find her half drunk for the first time in her life. 
That would show him just how much he had upset her by his negligent 
actions!

Her mind ran to another possibility that also may have caused his 
sudden indifference, but she quickly dismissed it as too silly to even 
consider seriously. This was the nagging thought at the back of her 
mind that he might have been seeing some other woman before they were 
finally married and that she had allowed him to make love to her: a 
woman who perhaps would do all those awful things he had tried so 
desperately to get her to do.

Well, the lovely blonde murmured to herself, if that was the reason he 
was acting so strange, it was still no justification. She couldn't help 
it if she was what everybody called an old-fashioned girl. She hadn't 
been about to let him make love to her in bed before they were legally 
married, and now that they were, she wasn't going to allow herself to 
be degraded into doing those disgusting things he wanted. She didn't 
want to lose him, but she had her pride.

Linda returned to the couch, setting her drink on the coffee table and 
dropping her head into her hands. Tears began to well up in her eyes as 
she recalled how well things had seemed to be going up until the night 
they were actually married. She had turned down the opportunity to 
become a guidance counselor with her recent college psychology degree 
in order to marry Tommy, giving up the career she had worked so hard 
for. It had been the best position she could have hoped for with her 
lack of experience in the field, and it would take her years to work up 
to that level if she started off at the bottom the way most people had 
to.

It just didn't seem fair, she complained to herself through the haze 
the gin was causing in her mind. She gave up everything else she ever 
wanted for Tommy's sake when he insisted that no wife of his would ever 
work, and now he was treating her like dirt under his feet. She just 
didn't understand it -- why did the world have to be so cruel 
sometimes? She had to talk to him about it as soon as she saw him or 
she would go out of her mind. She had already known from her marital 
psychology courses that both of them would have to go through a period 
of adjustment to each other, but this was too much to take.

Abruptly her sobs ceased tearing from her throat. The telephone was 
ringing in the bedroom. She couldn't imagine who would be calling her 
at this time of the afternoon. Then she knew it had to be Tommy! He was 
calling to explain why he had not come home when he had promised he 
would.

That must be it! He probably had a perfectly reasonable explanation, 
and here she was worrying herself sick.

She reached the bedside table and jerked the phone from the cradle 
excitedly, hoping with all her heart to hear his voice.

"Hello, is that you Tommy?" she blurted out breathlessly.

Her smile suddenly faded away and her heart felt as though it would 
stop.

The voice of Fred Furness came to her in a hoarse whisper over the 
phone.

"Linda, it's me, Fred, Fred Furness," he rasped in a low voice. "Listen 
closely. I don't have much time, so do just as I say. Understand?"

Linda stood struck dumb for a moment at the sudden surprise of hearing 
his voice. "What is it?" she finally managed to stammer.

"Believe me, this is important to both of us," he whispered, hurrying 
his words together with such urgency that she listened as though her 
life depended on his voice.

"Do exactly as I tell you. I'm going to put the phone down on this end, 
but don't hang up whatever you do. Got that?"

"Y-yes," she stuttered in confusion, "but can't you tell me what ..."

"Shhhh!" he interrupted her, "don't make a sound on that end," he 
hissed. Before she could say anything else, she heard a metallic noise 
as he put the phone down, and then there was the sound of his footsteps 
retreating into the distance and a door closing so softly she could 
barely hear it. 

She stood frozen into immobility for a long time listening to the 
mechanical noises on the open line, and once she thought she heard the 
distant murmur of voices in another room, but Fred did not come back to 
pick up his end.

Once she picked up her ears as the unmistakable sound of a woman's 
laughter came to her hearing, and she thought she recognized it as 
Fred's wife, Grace, but she couldn't be sure.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang in the living room.

Good Lord, now what? she thought. She caught herself just in time, 
about to place the phone back in its cradle, and instead laid it on one 
of the pillows on the bed, running to answer the door.

"Fred! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed in surprise when she saw 
who it was.

Without waiting for her to ask him in, he brushed past her, his face 
glowering as if he were angry enough to kill somebody.

"What is it?" she begged to know.

"Shhhh!" he silenced her, looking around the living room. "Where's the 
telephone?" he growled. She saw he was taking a small portable tape 
recorder out of his pocket and inserting a plug connected at the other 
end to a suction-cup microphone.

"I -- in there, by the bed," she stammered as she pointed down the 
hall. "C-can't you tell me ...?"

"In a minute," he cut her off. "Wait here while I set this up. It's a 
special attachment for recording from a telephone. I'll be back in a 
second."

With that he entered the bedroom and closed the door. Linda was too 
shocked by his strange behavior to refuse anything and sat hesitantly 
on the edge of the couch while she waited for him to return and 
explain.

Finally, after what seemed a long time, the door to the bedroom opened 
quietly and then closed again as he came in to join her. The haggard 
look on his face made her feel so sorry for him that she felt she 
should be able to comfort him in some way, but she didn't know how.

"Would you like something to drink?" she finally thought to ask.

"God, I could use one," he answered in a broken voice.

Linda brought him a double gin and tonic and watched him with 
apprehension as he drank almost half of it at one gulp.

"Thanks," he mumbled. "I really needed that." He paused for a moment, 
staring into space. "The two-timing little bitch," he hissed in a low 
voice as if talking to the wall instead of to his pretty blonde 
neighbor.

Linda flinched involuntarily from his words and the tone of his voice, 
but did not protest his using them out of consideration for his 
obviously distressed and worried condition.

"W -- who do you mean?" she stammered, not able to believe the 
accusation implied by his words.

"Please excuse my language," he begged her. "It's just that I still 
can't get used to the idea. And after all these years."

The young housewife flushed as she suddenly realized what he was 
referring to, recalling in vivid detail the obscene noises she had 
overheard only a few days before outside the Furness' apartment. "You 
mean you think your wife has been cheating on you?" she asked in an 
attempt to appear shocked and surprised.

"I don't think -- I know she's cheating on me," Furness blurted out 
angrily. "Right at this very moment, on our own bed, she's spreading 
her legs for some bastard! And when I get my hands on him, I'll ..."

Linda clapped her hands over her ears to shut out his blunt profanity 
and the forbidden scenes it brought to her mind. "Please don't talk 
like that to me," she pleaded, until he noticed her distress and 
stopped shouting.

"I -- I'm sorry, Linda," he apologized, secretly proud of how he was 
playing the injured husband. "I'm a little more than upset by the whole 
thing, I guess." He drained his drink and stared at the ice-cubes in 
mock despair. "May I have another one?" he asked presently, holding out 
his glass and making the ice rattle for effect.

Linda felt herself suddenly warm and sympathetic toward him. "Yes, of 
course, Fred. Try and relax a little," she suggested, wondering briefly 
what her psychology professor would have done under these 
circumstances. She felt twice as sorry for him as she would have a few 
days ago, before her own severe problems with her husband Tommy had 
begun. In fact, she told herself, if it hadn't been for the events of 
the last few days, she wouldn't even have let him in the door. But now, 
so confused herself that she didn't know which way to turn, she could 
almost understand the violence of his present mood.

Fred Furness accepted the fresh drink from her and took a long swallow. 
He let his eyes wander once again over the slim, well-rounded body 
sitting on the couch before him. He was aware that something was 
upsetting her and wondered momentarily if she had already guessed what 
her husband was up to. He hoped not. He wanted to enjoy to the full the 
final moment when he would play back the tape-recording he was making 
from the telephone in the other room. He wanted to watch this little 
innocent, hard-to-get bitch break into a thousand pieces like a 
delicate, paper-thin china teacup smashing onto a stone floor. That 
would really do his heart good, especially after enduring the superior 
manner she had always used toward him, as if he were some kind of 
coarse unmannered peasant and she an aloof, lily-white princess.

He had never had any trouble getting the women he wanted, but best of 
all, the real kick, was to take a proud young bitch like this one and 
bend her completely to his will, watching her slow subjugation, making 
her yield to his basest desires. Yes, Fred Furness thought with a 
sardonic smile, it would be worth it to see all her carefully guarded 
scruples crumble like shattered crystal when he rammed his rock-hard 
cock deep up into her openly spread cunt. Sure, it meant that he had to 
let his wife Grace get screwed by another man, but when he himself made 
that long-awaited lunge up between Linda's soft white thighs, it would 
seem a small price.

And, he added to himself, he would enjoy this one more than most. The 
barely disguised contempt she held for him would change slowly to a 
glassy-eyed stare of helpless desire as he ruthlessly ground his thick 
manhood up to the hilt in that white little belly of hers. He enjoyed 
looking forward to riding up over her wildly heaving body, feeling her 
billowing ripe breasts crushed up against him, and he thought greedily 
of what it would be like to make her beg for it. He'd show her husband 
how to handle a prim puritanical bitch like this one.

Even with Fred's burning eyes flitting over her body, Linda forced 
herself to remain calm, though her stomach was churning inside like a 
whirlpool. First, she was worried about her husband; and then here was 
Fred Furness saying all kinds of awful things about his wife. She could 
hardly believe her ears, even though she knew that a lot of so-called 
"modern" wives were unfaithful to their husbands. It made her realize 
with force that it was in fact possible for even her own husband to 
think of going with other women. Maybe her own attitude toward such 
things just seemed silly to Tommy. His strange behavior of the last few 
days told her something was wrong, and yet she wanted with a11 her 
heart and soul for it not to be so.

She couldn't help it if she was old-fashioned and her own husband ought 
to be able to recognize that fact and treat her accordingly. She felt a 
sudden welling of angry tears and was relieved to see Fred Furness get 
up and go back into the bedroom where the telephone was. She didn't 
want her gruff neighbor to see her crying, to start asking all sorts of 
embarrassing questions. She couldn't bear the thought of admitting to 
the coarse Furness that she too was having problems similar to his.

In the bedroom, Fred Furness smiled crookedly at himself in the mirror. 
He put his head down close to the telephone and listened for a moment, 
but his wife and Tommy must have finished with their private orgy, for 
their voices came from a great distance. He removed the suction-cup 
microphone from the receiver and put the phone back on the hook. Then 
he ran back the tape on the miniature recorder, listening from time to 
time until he found what he was looking for -- the beginning of their 
love-making session on his bed.

This'll blow little Linda's innocent mind sky-high, he chuckled to 
himself. Carefully he packed up all his equipment and stuffed it into 
his sports coat pockets before returning to the living room. Now I've 
got to play this thing right, he warned himself. He was tempted to run 
the tape for her then and there, but he restrained himself. It would be 
infinitely better to do it the way he had originally planned and to get 
her over to his apartment. When he caught sight of Linda on the couch 
in the living room, he was sure she had been crying while he was gone, 
but she immediately straightened herself up and acted perfectly calm 
for his benefit.

"This time I've got Grace dead-to-rights," he growled as he walked 
toward the drink he had left on the coffee table.

Linda had made herself another drink, and she nervously took a small 
sip. She couldn't help noticing the bulges in his pockets and assumed 
correctly that Furness had what he had come for. She wondered vaguely 
what he had on the tape-recording, but something in the back of her 
mind told her she wouldn't really want to know. This was the first time 
she had ever been so closely involved in such sordid goings-on, and she 
was sure that just to hear the tape would cause her to go to pieces. 
She didn't have the slightest idea of what the voices on the tape would 
be saying and she was afraid to let her imagination fly. With 
difficulty she tore her eyes from the over-stuffed pockets of his 
jacket and looked fleetingly at Furness' face.

The poor man was obviously hard-pressed to control his outrage. She was 
glad she wasn't in Grace's shoes; there would be quite a scene in their 
apartment later if the tape revealed in detail what Fred until now only 
suspected was true. Involuntarily, Linda shivered as she pictured Fred 
taking out his anger on Grace, and she wondered briefly if she 
shouldn't warn her pretty neighbor. But the injustice of being 
unfaithful to husband or wife forced her to feel more sympathy for Fred 
Furness than for Grace, and she decided it would be better to keep out 
of the whole thing. Already she had done enough in letting him make 
this recording in her apartment, and she wouldn't be able to help 
feeling guilty if anything really bad happened because of that.

She watched Furness throw the last of the gin and tonic down his throat 
and head for the door. He stopped before opening it and turned to her, 
his face twisted in a good imitation of an injured husband's.

"Linda, I can't thank you enough for helping me like this. Things just 
couldn't have gone on the way they were, and I was at my wit's end 
until I thought of confronting Grace with something solid like a tape-
recording. She's been denying all along that she's been playing around, 
and I haven't been able to catch her in the act. But this time the 
clever little whore has tricked herself right into a pile of trouble," 
he said in a coldly contemptuous tone. "I hope to God you never have to 
go through anything like this. It's more than anybody should have to 
take."

Linda involuntarily sucked in her breath at his words. Little did he 
know that she was suffering from similar suspicions about Tommy. It was 
all she could do to keep from blurting out her feelings, in spite of 
the fact that Fred Furness was the last person she would have chosen to 
tell. But she forced herself to keep quiet, and then he was opening the 
door to leave.

"I -- I hope things aren't as bad as you think," she told him as she 
got up from the couch.

Furness patted the lump inside his pocket. "They're worse than I would 
have imagined," he said in a grim voice. "But with this, it'll get 
better fast -- or else." With that he said good-bye and closed the door 
behind him.

As soon as Furness had gone, Linda shook her head sadly, suddenly 
almost dizzily intoxicated by the gin, and headed for the kitchen. She 
stopped in the doorway indecisively, not wanting to eat alone again 
while her husband was out running around. Finally she made up her mind 
and went instead to the bedroom, for she felt very tired and not at all 
hungry. No sooner had she felt the pillow under her head than she 
dropped off into a heavy dreamless sleep. She didn't know it was the 
last time she would sleep the untroubled sleep of innocence.



Chapter 4


A little nervous and unsure of what would happen when Fred Furness 
showed up, Tommy Singleton sat at the desk in his office in the gym. It 
seemed hardly possible that only twenty four hours ago he had been in 
bed with Fred's wife Grace, having the best time he had ever had with a 
woman. Although it was Fred in the first place who had suggested that 
Tommy make out with Grace Furness, the younger man was a little 
uncertain what he would be expected to say when he met Fred again face-
to-face. He really felt sorry for the poor bastard -- to have a wife as 
turned on to sex as Grace was and not to be able to do anything about 
it was just about the worst possible fate that Tommy Singleton could 
think of.

The young husband heard a car crunch to a stop in the gravel outside 
the back door of the gym, and got up to open the door. He hoped and 
prayed that Fred Furness would not now be angry that Tommy had taken 
advantage of the offer to fuck his wife Grace, especially now that he 
had had a taste of the delights she had to offer. He didn't want to 
give that up until he had gotten his fill and explored her talents to 
the fullest.

He was relieved when he had opened the door to see Fred approaching 
him, beaming from ear to ear and waving in his same old friendly 
fashion.

"Hi, Tommy," Fred greeted him warmly.

"Hi, Fred, how's it going?" Tommy replied as he closed the door and 
double-checked to see if it was locked from the outside. He didn't want 
any of the kids he taught to come in and surprise them in conversation. 
The rest of the teaching staff was gone for the day and he was pretty 
sure they would be alone, but he still felt a little uneasy.

As an extra precaution, Tommy closed the door to his inner office 
before seating himself behind his desk. Fred Furness turned a chair 
around and sat with his arms crossed on the back, his legs straddling 
the chair.

"Grace gave you high marks on your performance yesterday," Fred began. 
"It might be a crazy thing to say, but thanks for helping me out. She 
was happier and easier to get along with last night than she had been 
for months."

"I, uh, the pleasure was all mine," stammered Tommy. He felt very 
awkward and at the same time proud of the fact that Grace had liked him 
in bed-and that was only the second time they had been together. Just 
wait, he thought to himself, until she really gets to know what I can 
do. "I think it might relieve a lot of tension between Linda and me, 
too," he went on. "It was really exciting to be with a new and 
different woman." He paused for a moment and then asked, "Was Grace 
always like that? I mean, did you have to train her into doing all 
those things in bed? Or is she just naturally into sex so much?"

"There's nothing natural about it, pal. I gave her a careful two-year 
course in how to enjoy herself and keep me happy at the same time. It 
was a lot of work, but it was worth it," Fred told him. "Hell," he 
snorted, "when we first got married, she thought she was supposed to 
lie down on the bed on her back and close her eyes while I got my 
kicks. But she's come a long way since then."

You're not just whistling Dixie, Tommy thought, unavoidably going back 
with relish to the day before. Grace had shown more ingenuity and 
interest in all the forms of sex play than Tommy would have believed 
possible.

"I'm interested in what you said about being with a new and different 
woman, Tommy. Do you mean that despite the fact that you've only been 
married for a little over three weeks to Linda, you were more excited 
by my wife Grace because she was a different person?" he asked, his 
face composed in an expression of serious interest. Furness saw a 
chance to force Tommy into what he wanted -- a chance to get to his 
innocent young wife Linda -- but he felt he would have to move 
carefully for the moment.

"Well, yes, something like that. You understand that I love Linda very 
much, but it's a little frustrating for me at times. She's so much more 
inhibited in bed than Grace. But even if Linda were as good, I would 
have to say there's something about, uh, making out with a woman who 
has different tastes that really gets to me. I guess it's pretty 
normal. Everybody likes surprises," Tommy answered. It was hard for him 
to talk this way, and he had almost said the word "fucking" instead of 
"making out," but he had caught himself in time. Somehow it just didn't 
seem right to use such words when talking to another man about his 
wife. Especially since Fred Furness had been his friend and colleague 
for so long.

"Don't be so damned prudish about it," Furness chided him. "I told you 
it would be all right if you fucked Grace, and I meant it. You don't 
have to mince words," he continued. He paused as if in thought for a 
moment. "You've got my curiosity up now. That's one thing the doctors 
haven't even thought of suggesting for my problem."

Tommy didn't see what he was driving at. "What do you mean? I thought 
you had tried everything," he asked, watching Fred's face with a 
puzzled expression.

"I have tried everything -- at least all the medical suggestions. But 
Christ, I don't know why I didn't think of that before !"

Suddenly Tommy felt the hair prickling on the back of his neck as it 
began to dawn on him what Fred was thinking -- that maybe he should try 
screwing another woman to overcome his impotence. And there was only 
one woman he could be thinking of -- Linda!

"I -- I still don't get it," Tommy stuttered, afraid that he had 
already guessed the truth.

"Hell, it's such a simple solution," Fred went on, his eyes lighting up 
at the thought. He snapped his fingers as if he had just made up his 
mind. "It's got to work. I can't go on living like a celibate monk for 
the rest of my life. I'm sure it's the answer!"

Furness had such a happy look of hope on his face that Tommy felt sorry 
for him all over again.

"I hope for your sake you've come up with something," Tommy put in. He 
meant it. He couldn't think of a worse fate than to be married to such 
an exciting piece of tail and not to be able to take advantage of it. 
"But what the devil are you talking about?"

"Listen, Tommy. Maybe all it will take is for me to get my hands on 
another woman. Don't you see? Variety is the spice of life, and it's 
been a long time since I tried my luck with another woman. Maybe I'm 
just bored with everything Grace can do."

It was hard for Tommy to see how that could be possible, but he nodded 
his head in understanding. Now he was sure what Fred was leading up to, 
and he didn't know if he would be able to refuse him the opportunity. 
The younger coach was dead certain it would never work anyway. He just 
couldn't see his wife Linda letting anybody else touch her, not after 
the resistance she had already shown him -- and he was married to her.

Furness had a faraway look in his eyes as if he were dreaming of 
successfully getting back his virility. Then he curled his lip in a 
half-smile and looked back at Tommy.

"And maybe I can help you out. Sort of a return favor for taking care 
of Grace for me," he chuckled. "That would be poetic justice, wouldn't 
it?" he leered.

"How do you mean?" Tommy asked, feeling his heart pounding in his 
throat. How would he be able to say no if Fred insisted?

"I mean, if we work it right, I can try to get a hard-on with your wife 
Linda. And she might learn a thing or two, if I take the time and 
patience I did with Grace when we first got together. Hell, the more I 
think about it, the better it sounds. I've always kind of had the hots 
for Linda."

Tommy's head was reeling with confused thoughts. After having already 
fucked Fred's wife twice, he couldn't very well say he didn't like the 
idea of another man getting into the sack with Linda. Also, he hated to 
make Fred angry and lose all future chance at the voluptuous Grace. He 
sat stupefied in his chair.

"Do you think you could go along with it, Tommy?" Furness asked, his 
voice almost pleading.

"After what you did for me, I can't very well say no," Tommy finally 
managed to reply. "But I just don't think there's the slightest 
possibility that Linda would go for it. I told you how she even holds 
me off most of the time."

Furness waved his hand as though how Linda might feel was not even 
worth considering. "Let me worry about that. Just tell me it's okay, 
and that you'll help me if I need it and have a talk with her. Is it a 
deal? Don't let me down, buddy. I've got a lot at stake."

Tommy hesitated before making an answer. He pictured for a moment his 
young wife's voluptuous body under the caresses of this man who was 
practically a stranger to her, but finally he decided it could never 
get to that point and he relaxed a little.

"Well, I guess you could try," he finally conceded. "But I don't see 
how I could help you. Besides, you'll be wasting your time."

"Hell, maybe just making a good college try will get me excited enough 
that I can just run home and give Grace a good lay. She'd like that, 
all right. And so would I. You'll give me a hand then? It's the last 
favor I'll ever ask, Tommy. Come on."

Feeling a little as if he were promising candy to a starving child even 
when he knew there wouldn't be any to give, Tommy relented. "Okay, but 
don't blame me if it doesn't work out. I warned you."

"That's my old friend talking now," Fred exulted. "You don't have to do 
much. Just get us together alone. Let me think a minute. It's got to be 
a reason that will make sense to Linda; otherwise it won't work," he 
mused, getting up from the chair and pacing back and forth as he 
planned his strategy.

Fred Furness was secretly gloating to himself as he moved around in the 
tiny office. His plan was working out just the way he'd known it would. 
Once he was alone with Linda with Tommy's blessing, he could play the 
tape he had made the day before and she was bound to break down. He 
could even play the impotence ruse with her if necessary and prey on 
her sense of pity. He felt certain that that, coupled with her anger 
about Tommy and Grace, would make her an easy mark for his designs. He 
licked his lips greedily at the gorgeous feast she would make when he 
got her onto his bed. Abruptly he stopped in his tracks and turned to 
Tommy as if he had finally come up with a way of getting what he 
wanted.

"That it! Linda majored in psychology at college, didn't she?" he 
blurted out.

"That's right," Tommy answered. "But how ...?"

"It's perfect. You tell her that Grace and I have been having marital 
problems, and persuade her to call me. Tell her we want to ask her 
advice, and then when she shows up at our apartment, Grace will be 
gone. From there on out, it's my ball game. And you know me. I'm a good 
sport. If I lose, that's the way it goes, and I'll forget all about 
it."

"Hell, everybody likes to give advice. It makes them feel superior," 
Furness came back at him. Suddenly his face turned angry and 
mistrustful. "Look, pal, if you don't want to do that much for me, just 
tell me, and we'll forget all about it," he growled. He made a move as 
though he were intending to leave the office, stopping by the door to 
hear Tommy's answer.

"Don't take it that way, Fred. I don't want you to be disappointed, 
that's all. She's not very experienced, and you might reach a dead end 
fast."

Furness relaxed and released his hold on the doorknob. "I'll take my 
chances. You do your part, and leave the rest to me. Okay?"

"Okay," Tommy sighed. "I'll tell her you and Grace need somebody you 
trust to talk to. But I make no promises that she'll even want to 
come."

"Fair enough. I'll expect to hear from Linda tomorrow or the next day. 
The sooner I make a last stab at working this thing out, the better 
I'll feel. Thanks, Tommy. You're a real friend. Mention my little 
difficulty with impotence. Maybe she'll look something up in a book and 
fix us up without any trouble. Stranger things have happened. See you 
later."

"So long, Fred," Tommy called after him as the door closed. He sat for 
a long time in the deserted gym building, wondering if he had done the 
right thing by agreeing to Fred's request. He couldn't come up with a 
satisfactory alternative considering the events of the past week, and 
finally he shrugged and shoved it into the back of his mind. He didn't 
think there was one chance in a hundred it would ever work out the way 
Fred was hoping, but it was the least he could have done to let him 
try. Meanwhile, he had another date to meet with Fred's wife Grace the 
following day, and the thought of that to look forward to picked up his 
spirits.

He left the gym in a happier mood, whistling as he drove out of the 
empty parking lot.

*  *  *  *  *

Linda Singleton was more confused and bewildered than ever. Tommy had 
come home the night before and told her he had been spending a lot of 
time with the Furnesses, trying to help them with a problem they were 
having; he had mentioned something about Fred being temporarily 
impotent. Linda had been so relieved to learn that Tommy had not been 
going out with other women after all that she had readily agreed when 
he had asked if she would attempt to bring the older couple back 
together before it was too late. She had called Fred Furness that very 
evening while Tommy listened and made an appointment to meet them on 
Sunday afternoon in their apartment. She didn't say anything about 
Fred's previous visit, when he had attached the tape recorder to the 
telephone. She was not quite sure how Tommy would take her 
participation in Fred's spying on his wife's activities.

Then, early Saturday morning, while Tommy was out of the house coaching 
the Little League baseball team from the neighborhood, Fred had called 
again. He sounded more depressed and desperate than ever, and begged 
Linda to come over as soon as possible that day. Since it was Saturday, 
Linda promised that just as soon as she could finish the housework and 
the little bit of shopping she had to do, she would pass by the 
apartment.

As she rang the doorbell and waited, she couldn't help recalling the 
obscene sounds she had heard the last time she had been there. She 
wondered vaguely what she or Tommy would be able to do for this couple, 
but, having promised, she couldn't back out now even if she wanted to.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching inside the door. It opened, 
and she stood face-to-face with Fred Furness. He looked even more 
concerned and worried than before, and she felt so sorry for him it was 
all she could do to keep from reaching out to him with her hand to 
comfort him.

"Thanks for coming, Linda," he said in a voice filled with despondency. 
"I don't know what I would do if there weren't someone I could talk to 
about this thing."

"I don't know if I'll be any help at all, Fred. But I'll try. That's 
what friends are for." Before now, she had never really considered the 
Furnesses to be friends of hers, but after going through all that 
unfounded worry about Tommy, she felt very sympathetic toward them. She 
even felt a little guilty in a way, because she found herself secretly 
thankful that it was the Furnesses and not herself and Tommy who were 
in this predicament. She was trying to decide whether she should tell 
Grace Furness in private that she had heard the other day outside the 
door, when she became aware of the fact that Fred must be alone in the 
apartment.

"Where's Grace?" the innocent young bride asked, slightly nervous at 
being alone with Fred. She wouldn't want Grace to think anything was 
going on without her knowledge.

Furness made an angry gesture with his hand. "Grace and I had another 
knock-down, drag-out argument earlier this morning before I called you, 
and she walked out. I had positive proof of my suspicions this time and 
she couldn't take it. The two-timing bitch!" he snarled.

"I'm so sorry," Linda consoled him. She had a fleeting image in her 
mind of Fred playing the tape he had made in her bedroom, and she was 
filled with a terrible sense of responsibility. Perhaps she should have 
refused to let him use her for that purpose, but she didn't know what 
she could have done. She sat down nervously on the edge of a chair and 
watched Fred pace back and forth, almost inaudible curses spewing from 
his lips. 

Suddenly he stopped in front of her and looked down into her face. "I 
hate to bring you into this awful mess, Linda, but I see no other way," 
he said at length.

Linda was surprised at his expression. Now he seemed to be looking at 
her with compassion, almost as if it were she instead of he who was 
having the trouble.

"Tommy mentioned the problem I've been having with my wife, didn't he?" 
Furness asked.

Thinking he was talking about the inability to make love to his wife, 
she nodded her head and blushed, not being accustomed to discussing 
such matters with anyone except her own husband.

"Good," Fred went on. "Then I don't have to break the bad news myself. 
What are we going to do about it?" he demanded in a voice that was 
suddenly gruff and vindictive.

"I -- I don't understand," she stammered. She couldn't imagine why her 
neighbor thought she herself should do anything except perhaps offer 
some advice.

"Don't understand? I mean how do we even the score with those two! If 
they think they can do this to us and get away with it, they're crazy!" 
he practically shouted at her.

The full implication of his words struck her like a sledgehammer. She 
felt her whole body tense. She hadn't had the slightest idea that this 
was what he wanted to talk about, and she braced herself, afraid she 
just might go to pieces. It couldn't possibly be true! Not her own 
husband with Grace! The stunned young bride sat speechless before her 
husband's friend of so many years, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

Fred Furness watched her shocked reaction with inward glee. He knew she 
was completely surprised by his words, and he could see on her face her 
frantic attempts to hide her feelings. Slowly, he pretended that it was 
just dawning on him that she did not know what had been going on.

"My God!" he breathed. "I thought Tommy had already told you about it. 
Here, let me get you a drink." He hurriedly mixed a strong vodka and 
soda and handed it to her with an air of commiseration.

"I suggest you slug a little of this down. It might make it easier for 
you," he told her.

Linda continued sitting stiffly for what seemed a long time, not yet 
able to trust her hands to hold the glass. Finally, she took a deep 
breath and accepted it, hoping it would wash away the choking feeling 
she felt in her throat. "All right," she whispered in a soft voice. 
"Thank you."

She sipped slowly at the burning liquid, fighting to control the tears 
which threatened to flood up into her eyes, still nursing a dim hope in 
the back of her mind that it was all a mistake, that Fred Furness was 
jumping to conclusions completely unfounded in fact.

"You'd better drink all of it. This is a pretty rough thing to take, so 
you'd better sit back. I don't want you falling off the chair when you 
hear this," he said, opening a drawer under the coffee table. She 
watched uncertainly as he pulled out the transistor tape recorder he 
had brought to her apartment, put it on the table and started to sit 
down on the couch opposite her. Suddenly there was a noise in the 
hallway, and he tilted his head and listened intently as the door to 
another apartment opened and closed.

"You can hear everything in this place," he complained. "I'd rather the 
neighbors didn't know what's on the tape. Come on into the other room 
and I'll close the door. And bring your drink," he ordered, not giving 
her a chance to object before he led the way.

Reluctantly, Linda managed to get up from where she sat. Her knees felt 
weak and trembled slightly as she followed him toward the back of the 
apartment. When she saw it was the bedroom he was taking her to, she 
hesitated in the doorway before finally deciding to enter. Then she 
crossed past the foot of the big double bed and sat in the chintz 
armchair by the window.

"I'm sorry to be the one to break the news to you," Fred said in a 
convincing voice. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have blurted it out like 
that. But what's done is done," he apologized)

Without any further waiting, he leaned forward over the tape recorder 
he had placed on the bedside table and switched it on. Linda held her 
outward calm now by sheer force of will, but involuntarily she sucked 
in her breath when the first sounds came to her ears. At first there 
was only the slight rustle of clothes being hurriedly removed, coupled 
with the almost undetectable noises of heavy breathing.

"I've left out the first part," he explained. "This is what I'm certain 
you'll be most interested in."

There was near silence for a moment, and then she could hear a woman's 
voice coming through.

"Have you had many women? Other than your wife, I mean."

"That's my wife Grace," Furness whispered, watching the expression on 
Linda's face intently.

"Enough." It was the familiar voice of Linda's husband Tommy coming 
over the speaker; even the distortion of the telephone could not keep 
her from recognizing him. Her face turned almost white. There was a 
pause and then Grace's voice continued and was answered by Tommy's. 

"Is Linda good in bed?"

"She's too inexperienced."

Linda gasped out loud and her face flushed. Furness reached forward and 
switched the recorder off. Smiling secretly to himself at her husband's 
remark about her sexual capability, he was thinking it might be enough 
to set her off.

In spite of the suggestive nature of the conversation she was hearing 
on the tape, Linda felt compelled to make a defensive comment. "T -- 
that proves they were together. But it still doesn't mean they were 
doing anything wrong."

"Better take another big slug of vodka, Linda. You're going to need 
it," was Furness' answer.

She needed no coaxing this time. She took over half the remaining 
liquid in one quick swallow, coughing slightly from the burning- effect 
in her throat. Furness switched the recorder on again. She could hear 
the sounds of heavy breathing, movement on a bed, and then Grace 
Furness again.

"You want to fuck me again, don't you?''

"Yes, God, yes I want to!" Tommy's voice answered, almost breathless 
with excitement.

"Ohhh, nooo!" Linda wailed in disbelief. Worse than hearing the lewd, 
obscene words on the tape was hearing that word "again." So Tommy had 
been going around with other women! At least with one other woman -- 
Grace Furness, his best friend's wife.

There was a slight pause in the voices, but the breathing became 
heavier and she could hear a more intense movement on the bed.

"How?"

"I want to fuck you deeper and harder than you've ever been fucked 
before."

Tommy's voice came through with a guttural passion she had never heard 
him use in their own love-making. She sat thunderstruck, her face 
flushing a bright red from the humiliation of listening to her own 
husband making love to another man's wife with that man sitting right 
in front of her.

"Oh, God, fuck me now before I die!"

There was another long delay while unmistakable sounds came to Linda -- 
sounds of clothes hurriedly ripped from a man's body. The shrill sound 
of a zipper being undone came through loud and clear.

And then the springs of the bed gave a loud squeak, followed by the 
voices again.

"Ohhhhhhhh! Put it in, darling. Hurry and put it in me!"

Fred Furness maintained his outward appearance of indignation as he 
heard his wife moaning in the excitement of abandoned intercourse with 
Linda Singleton's husband, but an inward sadistic satisfaction coursed 
through him as he watched the horrified helpless expressions crossing 
the young bride's face. He felt his cock jerk slightly in his pants as 
he saw her knees fall apart, unnoticed in her state of shock. A small 
white band of nylon panties was plainly visible under her mini-skirt as 
she sat immobile across from him. God, he wanted to grab her now and 
throw it to her on the bed while they listened to the tape of her 
husband screwing his wife Grace. But he knew women well enough by now 
to realize he had to wait until she had recovered from the shock, until 
anger had set in. There was nothing a wronged woman wouldn't do for 
revenge, no matter how moralistic she might be under normal 
circumstances. He could bide his time for a while and give her temper 
the opportunity to build up.

"Ohhhhhhh! God, it feels good! Hurt me! Put your finger in my ass!" 
Fred's wife droned on.

Linda's hands were shaking, almost out of control. She turned up the 
glass and drained the last of the drink he had given her in a futile 
attempt to blot out the ugly pictures forming in her mind. In spite of 
herself she visualized her husband grunting and sweating over the woman 
whose voice moaned from the tape. It was like seeing the faded dirty 
movies she had heard described in risqu whispers at cocktail parties 
before she was married. It seemed to her she could even feel the rhythm 
of the two twisting and churning bodies locked together in obscene 
intercourse as she heard their gasps and groans coupled with the slight 
squeaking of the bed.

Other words cane through, ugly and lewd-sounding, words she had seldom 
heard spoken before and that, in her innocence, she had almost 
forgotten existed. Finally she heard the woman's cry of fulfillment 
coming as if from a great distance, and her whole body stiffened almost 
as though in sympathy with the other's orgasm. Then she heard the 
louder, deeper groans of wildly abandoned excitement.

Tommy's groans!

My God! she thought. What was the woman doing to him? He sounded like 
he was going out of his mind with ecstasy!

A low, earth-shaking moan rumbled up from Tommy's throat, signaling his 
obvious climax, and Linda flushed at the thoughts running through her 
head. She found herself trying to picture what she herself could do to 
elicit such a strong response from her husband. All of a sudden she 
wished she could actually see what was happening, and she glanced at 
the bed in front of her where it had all taken place.

Fred Furness reached over and flipped the switch to turn the recorder 
off.

"I think that's enough," he said, a forced note of anger in his voice. 
He was anxious to get to this delicious blonde sitting only a few feet 
from the bed where he wanted her. "Anyway, it proves my point."

Linda could think of nothing more to say. She sat there as if in a 
hypnotic trance caused by the shock she had just gone through.

Fred got up and walked across to where she was sitting, gently taking 
the empty glass from her hand to keep her from dropping it and placing 
it on a table. He looked down at her with false sympathy in his eyes.

"What are we going to do about it?" he asked in an even voice.

"Oh, God, God, I don't know," Linda blurted out, dropping her head into 
her hands and sobbing like a small child. "I j-just didn't think Tommy 
would ever do a thing like that."

"What about me?" Furness demanded in an angry tone, ignoring the way 
she was crying into her hands before him. "I'm just as much hurt by it 
as you are." He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the whiteness 
of her almost completely exposed upper thighs. The lewdly excited older 
man could clearly see the "vee" up between her legs now and he could 
feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied 
their delicious fullness. Obscene thoughts of how tight her wet little 
pussy would feel passed maddeningly through his mind.

Shrewdly calculating his every move, he allowed her a few minutes for 
the initial emotional reaction to wear off, and then took a clean white 
handkerchief from his pocket and began to gently dry her eyes. He did 
it slowly, not wanting to make any sudden move that would destroy her 
confidence in his presence. He knew that his wife Grace would be coming 
with Tommy Singleton within the next hour and he would have to get her 
in his power before that moment came. He had seen nothing but contempt 
in Linda's eyes until now and he knew it was going to be a difficult 
proposition, but the effect of the tape was gradually changing things 
in his favor and it wouldn't be long now until he could have her right 
where he wanted her.

"I -- I guess you think I'm an idiot carrying on this way, Fred," Linda 
sobbed up at him from her sitting position.

"No, of course not. More than anybody else right now, I can understand 
how you feel. It's the same for me, believe me," he said in a tone of 
controlled outrage.

"I'm sorry. I -- I just didn't think of how it must make you feel. I 
was so shocked I didn't even think about the fact it was your wife that 
he was -- was -- doing it to." She stumbled over the words as she tried 
to think of a way to express what she wanted to say. Finally, the 
unhappy young bride straightened herself in the chair and looked 
directly into Fred Furness' eyes. 

"W -- what do you think we can do about it?" Linda asked hesitantly. 
"We can't change what's happened now."

"I know what we should do about it, but I'm sorry to say that it won't 
work," he said, looking down at the floor as if he was ashamed of what 
he had to say to her.

"W -- what do you mean?" Linda stammered.

He stood up suddenly in mock anger and slapped his clenched fist into 
his left palm. "We should give them a taste of their own medicine. Let 
them know what it feels like to find out that your wife or husband is 
making out with someone else. That would teach them a lesson they would 
never forget." He paused a moment and then slowly added, "But we can't 
do that -- for a reason that Tommy knows very well. I should never have 
told him I had anything wrong, damn it! Then maybe this would never 
have happened."

"I don't understand, Fred," Linda told him in a tone of rising 
hysteria.

Fred stared at her for a long time and then blurted out, "I haven't 
been able to do anything sexually for Grace for several months now. The 
doctor says I'm impotent."

Linda felt pity and sudden understanding flood into her as she heard 
the words. Then she recalled Tommy's remarks to that effect earlier. 
That explained why Grace would do such a thing, and she felt sorry for 
both her and Fred. But she still couldn't forgive her own husband for 
taking advantage of the situation. It was the most cruel thing he could 
have done to his so-called best friend, not to mention the way it made 
Linda herself feel. She was so ashamed for the actions of her husband 
that she could hardly meet Fred's eyes. Then suddenly what Fred had 
been suggesting dawned on her, and she suppressed a gasp, not wanting 
to hurt him even more by showing her revulsion at the thought.

"When I first suspected what was happening, I thought it might relieve 
Grace's tensions with me a little," Fred put in, a thoughtful 
expression on his face. "But now she acts like maybe she would like to 
leave me, and I couldn't stand the idea of her running away with 
another man. Not after all these years." He clenched his fists in a 
gesture of helpless anger. "God, why do things have to be so 
difficult!"

"M -- maybe we could try what you suggested," Linda said warily, 
putting her hand on his arm to calm him down. She had thought it over 
quickly, and she decided that there could be no harm in making Tommy 
and Grace think there was something between them, especially if Fred 
was impotent and unable to really do anything to her.

"Y -- you mean you'd go along with trying to make them jealous?" Fred 
asked in pretended astonishment.

"If there's no other way," Linda answered. "We can't just sit back and 
let it happen." As she thought of the sense of desertion and injustice 
she would feel if her husband of only a little more than three weeks 
should go off and leave her for another woman, she broke down into 
tears.

"Jesus, don't let it get you down completely," Fred consoled her, 
moving to stand over her shaking figure and placing his hands tenderly 
on her shoulders. "There's still a chance that they'll regret what 
they're doing and change their minds." He could feel the softness of 
her flesh through the flimsy material covering her shoulders, and he 
let his fingers stroke soothingly across to the smooth bare skin of her 
slightly bent neck. "Maybe all we need is to let them see us being 
tender to each other and they'll see what it's like on the other side 
of the picture."

Gently, before she could realize what he was doing, he gripped her 
smoothly rounded upper arms and forced her to a standing position. Just 
as he had thought, as soon as she was upright she let her head fall 
forward against his chest. He could feel the soft warmth of her gently 
heaving breasts against his shirt, their full ripe firmness evident 
even through her dress and brassiere beneath. He let her rest her head 
where it was, under his chin, and slowly rubbed his fingertips up and 
down her arms. Little by little his body edged closer to hers until he 
could feel the feminine heat against him, and he longed to crush her 
loins up tight against his. He could feel his cock jerking eagerly in 
his pants as the smooth tautness of her belly and thighs came into 
gradual contact with his own. It was all he could do to keep from 
groaning out his excitement and the anticipation of what was to come if 
everything worked according to plan.

Finally she was relaxed against the full length of his body, letting 
him move his arms around behind her back to hold her like a weeping 
child in his embrace. Without seeming to do so, he deliberately let his 
right hand move lower and lower over the curved indentation of the 
small of her back until it rested on the place where her buttocks began 
to swell out behind. Under her dress he could feel the narrow elastic 
band holding her panties up around her hips. Her softly resilient 
buttocks were vibrating slightly from her persistent crying and he 
grinned lewdly to himself as he thought of squeezing the luscious half-
moons in his fingers and evoking little squeals from her throat. Then 
she gasped for air after a particularly long and uncontrollable sob, 
making her youthfully firm belly jerk into full contact with his now 
aching penis. It was almost more than he could stand and he suddenly 
gave her a tight crushing squeeze, placing his lips sensuously against 
her silken blonde hair. Then he felt her stiffen her whole body as if 
in surprise and fear, and he quickly pushed her away from him to look 
earnestly into her eyes. He had felt his pulsing cock jerk farther 
upward toward full erection at the enticing closeness of her body, but 
he didn't want her to sense his rising excitement yet and be frightened 
away by it. He still had a few minutes to work with before Grace would 
arrive with Tommy, and he wanted to work on Linda carefully so as not 
to spoil the advances he had made so far.

"Then you think we ought to do it?" he asked, referring to the plan of 
trying to make their marriage partners jealous

"I -- I just don't know," the confused innocent wife stammered. Then, 
as if she too were afraid she would change her mind if given half a 
chance, she quickly added, "All right, I'll do it ... If you think it's 
the only way," she conceded in a faltering voice. Her sobs had 
gradually ceased to take her breath away and she lifted her hands to 
both sides of her face to push her long blonde hair back into place. 
The crying had flushed her cheeks to a bright pink, and her full 
sensual lips were moist and swollen even though she tried to pull them 
back over her teeth in a grimace of desperate resolution.

"It's the only way," Fred Furness stated with firmness. He let his eyes 
wander down hungrily over her young innocent face and on over the 
enticingly voluptuous contours of her body as she stood hopeless and 
helpless before him. Her eyelids were closed over the blueness of her 
pupils, small crystal tear droplets hanging in the long curling lashes, 
and for that reason, she missed seeing the tiny sensual smile playing 
over her neighbor's lips as he took in the delicious feast he was about 
to taste for the first time. The sense of impending triumph over this 
unsuspecting young bride filled him with obscene, unbounded joy -- this 
was his greatest pleasure in life, and Linda Singleton was by far the 
best prize he had ever gambled for.

Man, he thought to himself, what a ball you're going to have when you 
cradle those soft white tits in your hands!



Chapter 5


In the parking lot where Grace Furness had told Tommy Singleton to wait 
for her, in a different part of the complex of buildings from where 
both of them lived, Tommy was sitting in his car, nervously smoking 
another cigarette. She had told him not to wait after two o'clock if 
she didn't come, and it was almost that now. He had already set his 
mind on another exciting afternoon in bed with her, and he was trying 
to decide how much longer he would wait past two o'clock. He decided to 
stay an extra fifteen minutes in spite of what she had told him, and at 
the very moment he made the decision, he saw her wending her way toward 
his car. She had to make her body twist and turn as she passed among 
the closely parked cars in front of him, and he gritted his teeth, 
hissing his breath out between them as he saw her fully mature breasts 
and hips undulating back and forth from her efforts. He abruptly 
decided it would be worth it to keep this thing going with her for the 
time being, despite his initial reservations about agreeing to let her 
husband try his luck with Linda. Nothing he had ever experienced could 
compare with the promise of pleasure her body offered him over and over 
again every time he caught sight of his gorgeous blonde neighbor. He 
flipped his cigarette away out the window and opened the door to greet 
her, not even glancing around first to see if anybody they knew was 
observing him.

"Hi, honey," she smiled as she came close. "Sorry I'm a little late, 
but I couldn't get away from the neighbor next door until now." She 
lifted her face up to his and he pressed his lips down over the moist 
softness she offered to him. Without hesitation her tongue slipped 
wetly between his lips and probed deep into his mouth, her eager body 
pressing full length against his sending surges of urgent heat soaring 
down into his loins.

"The neighbors suspect something is going on," she almost whispered to 
him when they finally separated. She looked carefully around the 
parking lot as if to see if they had been watched.

"So what?" Tommy asked, emboldened by the lustful sensations rushing 
through his body and his previous success with his friend's wife. "If 
it's all right with Fred, who cares about the neighbors?"

"We still have to live here," Grace explained a little curtly. "Believe 
me, it can be awfully uncomfortable if the local gossips get started on 
you."

"Are you trying to back out on me now?" Tommy said, surprising himself 
with the masculine forcefulness in his tone.

"I wouldn't do that in a million years, lover," she replied, playfully 
digging her fingers into his ribs. "But I think I ought to go up to the 
apartment first, and after a few minutes you come up as quickly and 
quietly as you can. Don't use the elevator. Somebody might hear it stop 
and look to see who's coming onto the floor."

Feeling a sense of relief that she wasn't canceling him out that 
afternoon, Tommy agreed and watched her leave in the opposite direction 
from the way she had come. He glanced at his watch and timed himself. 

A few minutes later he emerged at the top of the fire stairs and opened 
the door as softly as he could. To his surprise, Grace was waiting 
outside her door with a tight smile of complicity on her face.

She put her finger to her lips in a sign for him to keep quiet and then 
they entered the foyer of the apartment. When the door was shut behind 
them, Grace put her lips tantalizingly close to his ear and whispered, 
"Let's not make a sound until we're in the bedroom with the door 
closed. Why don't you go into the kitchen first -- see if you can find 
us a drink while I do a couple of things to get ready?"

She let her hand graze lightly over the crotch of his pants as she left 
him, and he walked toward the kitchen feeling his penis throbbing 
slightly inside his jockey shorts. He tried his best to keep the ice 
from clinking into the glasses as he mixed up two gin and tonics, and 
then smiled to himself foolishly as he thought of the moaning and 
mewling noises she would be making under him in a few minutes. But if 
she thought it necessary to be quiet he wouldn't argue the point.

Grace did as she had told Tommy she was going to do. She went into the 
bedroom, stripped naked before the mirror and then put on a frothy red 
silk robe which she knew would excite him. She splashed a little 
perfume on her breast and up between her thighs and finally let herself 
back out of the bathroom without making the slightest sound. When she 
reached the door into the bedroom, she put her ear close to the wood 
and listened. She was disappointed not to detect the sounds of 
lovemaking that she wanted to hear from inside the room, and leaned 
down to look through the purposely enlarged keyhole.

A satisfied smile passed over her Ups at what she saw. Fred is a sly 
one, she thought to herself. He was inside with Tommy's wife all right. 
And it looked like he was hot on the trail. He was holding the innocent 
young wife in his arms as if comforting her. At the same time his 
softly murmured words were paving the way for his designs on her 
youthful body, and Grace knew it wouldn't be long now before he got 
down to business.

I'd better get back to lover-boy now and do my bit, she reminded 
herself, and she straightened up to return to the kitchen.

"Jesus, you look great!" Tommy exclaimed when she stepped through the 
door. Through the almost transparent gown he could see every 
indentation and hollow of her tantalizing body, and in spite of his 
familiarity with its firm yielding contours he sucked in his breath at 
the sight.

"All the better to seduce you, lover," she smirked, flipping the gown 
open briefly to reveal to him the delights she again offered him. A 
taunting smile on her face, she reached for the drink he held out to 
her. Now, she told herself.

Pretending not to have had a tight grip on the glass, she let it slide 
through her fingers and fall to the floor. It smashed into a thousand 
pieces at their feet, glass flying in all directions, the ice cubes 
skittering off under the refrigerator.

"Ohhhh!" she cried. "I'm so clumsy, Tommy. And now I've wasted the 
drink." She bent over and began to pick up the largest pieces of the 
broken glass.

"Christ! If that didn't get through to your neighbors, nothing would," 
Tommy exclaimed as he bent over to help her. He suddenly felt his penis 
jerking into life in his pants as he noticed that her knees were 
widespread as she knelt in front of him, the pinkly layered folds of 
her vaginal opening visible from his position. As he watched, the tiny 
inviting mouth seemed to open and close slightly from the way she 
repeatedly dipped and bobbed to pick up the broken glass.

Finally she noticed him staring wide-eyed at her exposed pussy, and she 
spread her bent knees still wider apart, giving him a better view. She 
made a little moaning sound with her lips and he tore his eyes from her 
palpitating cuntal slit to look into her eyes. She smiled a lewdly 
seductive smile and, disregarding the possibility of being hurt by any 
glass she had missed she rolled slowly back onto her haunches. Slowly 
she lay herself back completely on the floor and raised her knees, 
parting the gown to reveal her nakedness beneath in all its glory.

She lifted up her arms in invitation for him to come down on top of 
her, and he wasted no time in ripping off his clothes. Nothing mattered 
to him now but to enter that warm wet world inside her moistly 
flowering cunt as soon as possible. Dropping his shirt and pants into 
the dear puddle of gin and tonic on the floor, he lowered himself over 
her. They were rocking in time with each other even before his blood-
inflated cock-head touched the welcoming wetness up between her thighs 
and they began crooning into each other's ears.

*  *  *  *  *

"What was that?" Linda whispered in a startled voice in Fred Furness' 
bedroom. "I didn't know anybody else was here in the apartment."

"Shhhhh! It must be Grace," admonished Furness. "She must have come 
back sooner than she said she would." He stood still for a long moment, 
listening and pretending to be thinking. Finally he grasped Linda by 
the arm and squeezed it hard in his fingers.

"Quick, Linda. This may be our chance. Get some of your clothes off 
before she comes in here." At the same time as he was talking, he was 
taking off his shirt, nearly ripping the buttons out of the material in 
his haste.

"W-what did you say?" she asked in stark disbelief.

"Undress, damn it! Don't you want to go through with making Tommy and 
Grace think we're up to something together the same as they are? If she 
sees us in here on the bed with half our clothes off that will be all 
it takes -- you can be sure she'll tell Tommy as soon as she can talk 
to him." By now he was unbuckling his belt and his pants dropped to the 
floor, leaving him standing before her clad only in his jockey shorts. 
"Come on, Linda," he said impatiently, taking a step in her direction.

Even in her confused state of mind, Linda saw that Fred was about to 
begin undressing her himself if she didn't do it, so hesitantly she 
reached up to the back of her neck and lowered the zipper there before 
lifting the mini-dress slowly up over her head.

Furness watched with glowing heat in his eyes as she revealed little by 
little the white nylon panty-briefs tautly bulging with her firmly 
rounded hips and buttocks. The scarcely concealed mound of her pubic 
hair formed a tight triangle under the flimsy material, with little 
blonde wisps showing slightly around the edges. Furness fought to keep 
down the excitement in his loins which threatened to cause his penis to 
jerk up into a blood-engorged erection inside his shorts. He watched as 
the hem of her dress slowly slipped up over the elastic band at the top 
of her panties, finally unveiling to his gaze the white smoothness of 
her belly centered with its tiny round navel. He wanted to drop to his 
knees then and there and thrust his tongue into the shallow hollows of 
her torso and rip down her panties with his hands to get at the pink-
lipped slit hidden under them, but he held himself back, knowing it 
wouldn't be long before he could finally sink his fully hardened cock 
up to the hilt in the moist almost virginal narrowness of her pussy. He 
gasped audibly as her burstingly filled brassiere came into view, the 
full vibrant orbs of her breasts beneath straining at the garment like 
ripe fruits. Then Linda lifted the dress over her head and folded it 
neatly over the back of the chair at the foot of the bed.

She felt Furness' eyes burning into her like fire even before she 
looked up to meet his gaze, and her cheeks blushed bright red with 
embarrassment from undressing before a man who was not her husband. She 
had never quite got used to taking off her clothes even in front of her 
Tommy, and this was even worse. He looks at me just the way Tommy does, 
she reflected in her confusion. Unconsciously, she tried to cover her 
partial nakedness with her hands, but it was useless, and finally she 
let her arms hang limp at her sides and stood docilely before his 
obviously lustful gaze.

"Linda ..." Fred Furness began, his voice husky, his hand again closing 
firmly around her arm, drawing her toward him.

"No, please, don't," Linda protested as he tried to envelop her in a 
tight caressing embrace. Involuntarily her body stiffened and her heart 
began to thud uncomfortably in her rib cage as without another word, 
she jerked away from him and darted toward the bed, wishing as she 
flung herself onto the mattress that she could hide her body from him 
by pulling the covers right up to her chin.

Without wasting any time Furness stepped over to the bedroom door and 
opened it enough to let sounds in and out of the room, and then he 
quickly returned to the bed and lay down beside Linda. She shuddered 
slightly as he moved closer to her, but she didn't jump up and run away 
in fright as Fred had thought she might. Tentatively he laid his hand 
on her smoothly rounded shoulder as if to calm and reassure her that 
they were doing only what they had to do to save their respective 
marriages.

Then Fred put his mouth close to her ear and whispered hoarsely. "Let's 
listen for her to come this way," he told her. "Then we'll have to put 
on some kind of convincing show.

Linda nodded her head dumbly and continued to stare at the ceiling, 
unable to keep from wondering if she were doing the right thing. After 
all, she had heard of tapes being rigged before with false voices by 
actors. What if that was what Fred Furness had done just to get her in 
this position with him?

Then suddenly all doubt was gone from her mind.

She heard the unmistakable sound of her husband Tommy's voice coming 
from another part of the apartment! She couldn't make out the words 
from where she was, but it was obvious that he was doing something to 
Fred's wife Grace and that he was enjoying it.

How could he! she thought to herself. Right in his best friend's 
apartment!

Fred had heard the sound too, and felt Linda's reaction beside him on 
the bed. He pretended to be shocked and surprised to learn that Tommy 
was in the other room with his wife, and growled into Linda's ear, 
"That shameless bastard is fucking my wife right now -- in the 
kitchen!" He made a move as if to get up from the bed and go catch them 
in the act.

"No -- wait!" Linda cried in alarm. There was no telling what would 
happen if Fred Furness should be confronted by the sight of his wife 
and Linda's husband actually engaged in the act of love. He might even 
completely lose control and God only knew what would happen then.

Furness let himself be pulled back down beside her, holding back as if 
reluctant to give in to the hand tugging at his wrist.

"Did you hear him?" he asked in an angry tone looking down at her tense 
young body in a distracted rage. "He's fucking my wife Grace!"

"Yes," she mumbled back, surprised at the way the lewd word strangely 
no longer offended her ears.

He stretched out beside her again and they lay absolutely still, 
staring at each other for a long moment, overhearing the increasingly 
passionate groaning and mewling voices echoing dimly from the other 
room. Suddenly Fred Furness' face hardened into a determined grimace 
and he seemed to come to a decision.

"Goddamnit, it's just not right! I believe in an eye for an eye, a fuck 
for a fuck. Why did this have to happen to me? I can't even get back at 
them!" he whispered roughly into her ear. Abruptly he pulled her onto 
her side so that they were facing each other, grinding his pelvis 
tightly into hers and sliding his hand down to the contoured roundness 
of her buttocks, forcing her loins to stay pressed against his.

Inevitably, he felt his cock jerking wildly and swelling with the 
engorging blood pumping hotly into it.

"Oh, no, God, no, we can't, we can't!" Linda whimpered into the wetness 
of his mouth trying to clamp itself against hers, forgetting for the 
moment that he had said he was impotent. She tried to squirm away from 
him but his strength was too much for her and she only succeeded in 
worsening her position, not daring to struggle too much or to cry out 
for fear of bringing attention to themselves. She had suddenly decided 
that she didn't want to even pretend that she and Furness were having a 
secret affair. She only wanted to get dressed and get out of there as 
soon as possible and leave the whole sordid sequence of events behind. 
She no longer believed she could look either Tommy or Grace in the face 
again without being filled with disgust, and she would never, never be 
able to let Tommy touch her again.

"Why not? Your husband's fucking my wife!" Furness growled, holding her 
body in contact with his in spite of her vain struggles to escape the 
vise-like grip of his arms.

"B-but you said you couldn't make love! You told me that was the reason 
why Grace got involved with Tommy in the first place," she pleaded, not 
comprehending. She couldn't help but notice the rigid shaft of 
insistently pulsating flesh pressing into the yielding firmness of her 
belly, and it suddenly dawned on her that, whatever was true before 
about his not getting an erection, he had one now and he wanted to put 
it up inside her unwilling vagina.

"Yeah," Furness snorted. "That's what I told Tommy, and he agreed to do 
me the favor of taking care of Grace for me -- but that's all changed 
now. Feel that?" And before she could resist, he took her hand in his 
and relentlessly forced it down between their bodies on the bed, 
uncoiling her fingers and wrapping them around the thick throbbing rod 
still inside his shorts.

"Oh, please. Please don't do it to me!" she cried, tears again bubbling 
to her eyes. He was much stronger than she and had her in a position 
where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. There was no chance that 
her husband Tommy would come to her aid even if she should call out to 
him. He would only think they had been up to something all along 
without his knowledge.

Her body stiffened as she felt Fred Furness begin massaging the taut 
trembling cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins 
still tighter against his. As he ground against her, his mouth now 
locked wetly to her tightly compressed, resisting lips, she gasped and 
held her breath. The frightened young wife managed to pull her hand 
away from the fleshy shaft, but now the pulsing thick hardness of his 
penis in his shorts was grinding into her genitals -- and inexplicably 
she could feel a tingling sensation down there, a gradual moistening of 
the narrow band of nylon pressing into the quivering vaginal slit up 
between her thighs. Sudden uncontrolled sensations began to course 
through her body against her will, and she clenched her eyes tightly 
shut, fighting against it with all her strength.

Through the rushing noises filling her confused mind, she heard the 
occasional high-pitched whine of Grace's voice intermingled with lower 
guttural grunting and moaning noises spilling out of Tommy's throat. 
She could feel Fred's insistent moist tongue thrusting again and again 
against her compressed lips as it tried to force its way into her 
mouth, flicking and lashing like a serpent striking from the wet cavern 
engulfing her lips. Her body pitched and writhed against his like a 
trapped animal trying desperately to escape, but his harsh fingers 
began nipping and teasing at her turgidly erect nipple through the thin 
cloth of her brassiere, and the lewdly persistent hardness of his penis 
kept on rubbing into her loins, bringing further soft moans of helpless 
submission from deep in her chest. The thought of her very helplessness 
and of her husband a few yards away in the kitchen making love to 
another woman were too much for her tortured mind.

Furness made a long slow, sweeping motion of his hand over the roundly 
curving contours of his blonde neighbor's body from her thigh all the 
way up over the voluptuous swell of her hips and buttocks to the 
resilient firmness of her breast, finally pulling his open mouth away 
from hers. "God, you're really built, baby. I'm going to enjoy this 
swap."

Linda turned her face into the bedspread, her long blonde hair falling 
to cover it from his view, whimpering as she felt the lewdly delicious 
feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. It had suddenly 
dawned on her that this whole thing had been planned very carefully for 
this moment, but the realization of what was going on had come too 
late.

Her body jerked slightly as she felt Fred's fingers hooking under the 
clasp of her brassiere, and she moaned trying again to pull away, using 
all her will power to overcome the strange sensations still building up 
against her will deep in the pit of her stomach.

"Baby, I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you good. That'll teach you to 
treat me like some kind of low-life slob," he growled, grinning 
triumphantly as he finally succeeded in undoing the clasp holding her 
brassiere. "And I'll be returning the favor to your husband at the same 
time."

Linda gasped again and held her breath, instinctively thrusting her 
breasts tightly against his chest to prevent his pulling away the now 
uselessly dangling brassiere. But nothing could stop him now, and an 
electrifying shock rippled along the naked flesh of her legs as she 
felt him slipping a finger slowly but surely under the tight elastic 
leg band of her panties. She squirmed back from him a little, 
whimpering helplessly as the tip of his finger found her narrow 
sensitive pussy-slit and gently thrust up into it, parting the soft 
pubic curls and making sudden maddening contact with the tiny pulsing 
bud of her clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire 
coursing through her body, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold 
back me groan of pleasure building up unbidden in her chest. She 
couldn't make a sound, couldn't let Fred know he was having such an 
effect on her, couldn't broadcast her presence to the wanton couple in 
the other room.

"Spread your legs a little, baby," Furness ordered. "I want 'em open 
wide."

"Oh God, please don't, please don't make me," Linda begged. "Not while 
Tommy is in there."

"Too late now, baby," Furness said with a cold cruel grin playing 
across his lips. He knew now that this would be the worst humiliation 
she could suffer at his hands, and the realization increased his 
anticipation twice as much. It would do his heart good to know she 
would suffer more from his violation of her innocence because of her 
husband's presence. "This is what I've been waiting for, and I'm not 
going to let all my plans go down the drain. Besides, Tommy's out there 
balling my wife. Why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?" he added.

"You mean you thought all this out before?" The brutal realization that 
she had been led into this like a nave young school girl suddenly hit 
her with all the impact of a sledgehammer.

"Hell, yes," he gloated proudly. "You don't think that fool husband of 
yours would have had the gumption to seduce my wife on his own, do you? 
No, baby, it was your sweet little ass that got him where he is now and 
nothing more. And I intend to get a lot out of you for it." Abruptly he 
let go of her and got up, slipping his shorts down at the same time.

"Now it's game time, baby. Get naked," he commanded, a cruel glint in 
his eyes that told her he meant what he said.

Linda stared across the room in disbelief. She had been trying to hold 
the loose brassiere in place with her hands, but when he stood in front 
of her completely naked, his thick hard cock standing out toward her 
from beneath his slight paunch, she unconsciously let the garment fall 
away from her shoulder.

Furness glared hungrily at the exposed whiteness of her vibrantly out-
thrust breasts with a lewd grin on his lips and began stroking the 
heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over his hard bulbous cock-
head.

"Like that, honey?" he smiled, enjoying the brutal torment he was 
subjecting her to. "Bet your husband never had anything like that to 
shove up in you," he continued, sadistically, enjoying the horrified 
girl's torment, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear 
cross over her face. Linda tried to speak in protest, but she was 
completely frozen on the bed as she watched him lewdly stroking himself 
before her. Against her will, her eyes dropped again to the rigid 
fleshy penis he was holding in his hand. 

My God, it was thick!

In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could 
take such a thing up inside her without being split completely apart. 
He was built and he knew it, and stood for a moment longer reveling in 
the fear the menacing hardness of his still swelling cock brought to 
her eyes.

He started slowly toward her.

"D-don't touch me," Linda finally managed to stammer through her 
immobilizing fear, her voice a husky whisper over which she had no 
control. She knew she could never escape him now -- he was going to 
ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do 
it.

"Are you going to take off those panties, or do I have to do it for 
you?" he snarled, reaching out a threatening hand.

Linda mustered all her strength and will power and made a desperate 
lunge, vainly attempting to duck under his arm and run for the door. 
But he was too fast for her, and she felt his vise-like grip clamp 
around her wrist and jerk her up into a standing position between 
Furness and the bed. She stood motionless, all hope gone. There was 
nothing else she could do against his strength and determination. She 
was completely at his mercy to do with as he wished. Her brassiere was 
hanging loose from her upper arms, useless below her ripely rounded 
breasts, and he reached out with his other hand and lightly removed it, 
dropping it carelessly to the floor beside them.

Then he suddenly without warning jerked her hard against him, cupping 
her face in his palms. With an evil triumphant grin he pressed his wet 
lips tightly down over hers, this time thrusting his tongue deep up 
into the depths of her mouth before she had time to clamp her teeth 
together.

Linda stood limply in front of him now, feeling the hardness of his 
penis digging into the yielding softness of her stomach. A last faint 
thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered through her 
mind but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of 
her face.

"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth softly. "I'm going to do it 
to you nice and easy."

The aghast young bride's eyes closed to blot out the horror and 
ugliness of it all. She was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face 
and snaking around her rib cage to fondle and pinch lightly at the 
resilient roundness of her sensitive heaving breasts, holding her in 
place by pulling at the pinkly erect nipples. She heard him mutter a 
faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he explored them with his 
fingertips, and then his lips left her mouth as he dropped down before 
her. She swayed above him, her eyes still closed as he took first one, 
and then the other sensitive nipple in his hotly working mouth, his 
nibbling teeth sending surprising chills running up and down her spine. 
Her breath was coming in great gasps now, as she struggled to keep from 
fainting and falling backward onto the bed, and then she felt his 
fingers hooking in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and 
slowly pulling downward.

She sucked in breath to fill her lungs and then held it, tightly 
clenching her upper thighs together to prevent him from totally 
exposing her most secret parts to his eyes. But he pulled the panties 
slowly down over the quivering smoothness of her fully rounded 
buttocks, and when they caught at the juncture of her pressed-together 
thighs, he gave one swift downward jerk, ripping the flimsy material 
into useless shreds.

There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked like a 
vestal virgin before an altar of sacrifice in times of old, except that 
before her on his knees she could hear him panting in lustful 
jubilation. She swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she 
felt his lips slip wetly down over her quivering belly and then press 
tightly into her defenselessly naked flesh, his tongue boring like an 
obscene worm into her navel. The sudden indecently darting contact sent 
another chill racing through her body and she automatically reached 
forward with her hands, locking them in his hair to keep from falling. 
Mistaking this for total surrender he dropped his lips to the "vee" up 
between her marble-white thighs, spreading the soft blonde pubic hair 
with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moistly 
flowering slit of her vagina.

Linda jumped from the sudden, electrifying contact with the tiny 
quivering bud of her clitoris, losing her balance and falling backward 
toward the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees 
and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.

Fred Furness leaped forward and caught her in that position as she 
kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the 
wriggling insides of her straining thighs and held her as she landed. 
Legs spread wide apart and eyes open wide in abject terror, she 
struggled to close them but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She 
could see him now kneeling on all fours down between her widespread 
thighs grinning up at her between her proud upstanding breasts like a 
beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and 
devour it in savage feast. The moistly trembling flesh of her naked 
vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice 
and she lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete as she 
watched his tongue slowly circling his thick sensual lips in 
preparation for the ravishment about to take place.

Again, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his 
thumbs resting on the softly quaking flanges of her cunt. Then, with a 
slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs he drew the pink outer 
folds slowly apart, exposing the moist inner mouth to the mercy of his 
gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like 
groan he dropped his head to bury the full length of his darting 
slippery tongue snakelike up into the warmly throbbing walls of her 
pussy.

She jerked, a soul-shattering moan escaping from deep in her chest, her 
buttocks grinding down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening 
assault on her secret almost virginal genitals.

"Oh God! Ooooooh, oooooh!" she whimpered before his depraved attack, 
her head up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief that this 
nightmare was actually happening to her as his head began to rock up 
and down in greedy feast between her legs below.

"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in 
undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and 
flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out 
of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror 
and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenseless 
cunt, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her 
belly and her arms lay tensed at her sides while her firmly rounded 
breasts jiggled slightly from the buffeting her body was undergoing.

Once more she desperately tried to squirm free, but Furness' fingers 
held her relentlessly, pressing hard into her thighs, holding the 
unprotected plane of her nakedly spread vagina open wide to his 
unnatural attack.

"Nooooo ... oooooo God ..." she moaned again as he slipped his hotly 
probing tongue over the full length of her instinctively cringing 
vaginal slit, unable to understand the weird, almost delicious 
sensations he was causing to rise obscenely inside her. She held her 
breath as his tongue continued its salacious illicit exploration of her 
cringing cunt, dipping and probing the wet velvety folds, searching in 
the moist recesses, tantalizing her out of her innocence by teasing her 
moistly pulsing flesh.

"Now that's not so bad, is it baby?" Furness leered up at her from his 
position down between her trembling thighs, stopping his oral rape of 
her inexperienced vagina for a moment. Linda didn't give him an answer, 
though something deep inside her had to almost agree, and when, a 
second later, he dropped his head back down again, it was almost with a 
sense of profound relief that she felt his slithering tongue recommence 
its wanton probings. He positioned himself between her lewdly 
outstretched legs, licking and sucking at the moist slit, beginning to 
stab at the enticing furrow with renewed vigor, darting and flicking 
with his greedily prodding tongue, swirling and rotating around in the 
soft wet folds of quivering cuntal flesh. Linda moaned, her body 
trembling as her almost virginal pussy adjusted to the alien touch of 
the tireless tongue maddeningly twisting around her now hotly burning 
pussy.

Fred Furness' hands reached up over the white flatness of her quivering 
belly and dug harshly into the upthrust softness of her breasts, his 
fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. 
As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like in hungry subjugation at the 
widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, 
watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the 
quivering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the 
first signs of total abandoned surrender he knew were sure to come.

Linda was sobbing helplessly under his attack, and then suddenly, in 
spite of her revulsion and humiliation, she felt her body begin to 
desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting 
tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through 
her raw nerves.

"Oh no! No! I can't!" she cried out into the room, the cruel 
realization of her loss of control suddenly hitting her with its full 
impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, 
not only of the obscene adultery she was committing with another man, 
but of the more frightening and shameful awareness that her body was 
now enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought 
with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to 
burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her 
helplessness, but it was a losing battle as Fred Furness mouthed and 
licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below.

And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured 
confused mind -- the dam-burst.

Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly convulsed spasmodically and began 
a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue, her hands 
curling down into his hair with a low, soul-stirring moan from deep in 
her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband in the other 
room, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the 
delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny 
pricking needles of fire.

Fred sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin 
thrust his relentlessly ministering tongue deeper into the quivering 
moist sheath of her vagina where he could feel her soft silky pubic 
hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides 
of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up 
against his face. She was his now, he gloated to himself, watching 
excitedly the pained pleasure contortions of her face as her eyes 
clenched, her lips bared back over the whiteness of her teeth.

Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with growing 
excitement, until he rammed it deep up into that white little belly of 
hers and shot his hotly spewing sperm all the way up in this tight 
steaming pussy. By God she wasn't too good for him anymore. She was 
just another hot little bitch who would soon be screaming to be fucked 
by any cock she could get up between her widespread thighs. 

Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right ... and 
get it good.



Chapter 6


In the kitchen on the floor, Tommy was going almost out of his mind 
with the wildly wanton gyrations Grace was making with her pussy on his 
cock. It felt as though he was riding a wild animal in heat as his 
lovely blonde neighbor bucked up again and again under him, almost 
throwing him off her thrashing body from the inhumanely strong upward 
thrusts of her widespread, moistly heaving loins.

The young husband's blood-distended cock seemed to continue swelling 
and growing beyond all possibility as he felt it gliding slickly in and 
out of her tightly clinging cunt. His palms were cupping her bumping, 
grinding buttocks beneath, his fingers digging mercilessly into the 
trembling flesh as she backed her hips down away from him on the out-
stroke, then flicked them in a wild circular motion back up to take his 
full pulsating length in to the rubbery sucking depths of her womb. 
Each time their heated loins twisted and ground together with a 
resounding impact, he felt her whole body tremble and writhe on his 
impaling hardness like a speared animal, deep-throated groans of 
wantonly abandoned passion escaping from between her clenched teeth. 
Tommy was aware of her firmly rounded breasts bouncing under him, 
pressing first into his left armpit, and then into his right like 
thickly turgid cocks fucking under his arms. Her neck was arched back, 
the tendons taut, her long blonde hair lashing back and forth on the 
linoleum like a cat-o-nine tails as she lost herself completely in the 
obscenely satisfying act she was performing so well. She held her eyes 
tightly dosed, and her nostrils flared wide, her breath coming in great 
accelerating pants like that of a racehorse pushed to the limit of its 
powers.

Tommy could see the end coming for both of them as he stroked smoothly 
in and out of her hungrily clasping vagina, and he began to gradually 
increase the tempo of his long deep-delving thrusts into her upturned 
cunt. Suddenly he felt her legs jerk up at his sides to offer him even 
greater access to her pounding loins, her knees pressing hard into her 
breasts, smashing them almost flat under their combined weight, as his 
hips thumped rhythmically against the tautly stretched backs of her 
thighs. The whole flat plane of her fully exposed cunt was offered up 
to him to batter as he wished and he felt the fever of boiling semen 
begin its surge down in his balls as they slapped against her buttocks 
below. 

She was there too!

"I'm cumming!" she groaned in wonder and delicious agony. "I'm 
cummming, honey! Fuck me! Harder!"

He heard her groan loudly and go on in incomprehensible guttural 
syllables that no one could understand and then he felt his own 
volcanic explosion deep inside the tight wet confines of her quivering 
cunt. Its hotly juicy inner walls clasped and unclasped around his 
wildly jerking, throbbing cock as he spurted his thick fiery semen deep 
up inside her, her pussy sucking mercilessly at his endlessly gushing 
shaft like a hungry mouth down between her trembling legs. Finally, she 
arched her back far up off the hard floor to meet his last powerful 
lunge up into the receptive depths of her womb, and she held him there 
glued inside her cunt, their bodies quivering violently together for a 
moment as though they were poised on a high peak just before falling 
into a bottomless cavern.

Then at last Fred's wanton young wife let her body collapse back onto 
the floor, her long legs falling out limply to the sides as Tommy 
collapsed lamely on top of her between her lewdly out-flung thighs, 
their heavy breathing and moaning mingling in the room like that of 
exhausted runners at the end of a race. He felt her perspiration-soaked 
breasts and flat belly heaving under him for a long time, and then his 
slowly deflating cock slipped back out of her cum-filled pussy, making 
a soft sucking noise as the battered tip-end left the gently clutching 
outer lips. The thin sticky trails of their mingling orgasmic fluid 
seeped slowly out of her still wide-stretched vaginal opening to 
trickle down the narrow crevice between her buttocks and form a small 
pool beneath her on the floor.

When he had recovered his senses after the wild race to fulfillment 
with Grace Furness, Tommy released his agonizing grasp of her still 
slightly quivering ass-cheeks and slowly lifted himself up from her 
lewdly spread-eagled, satiated form.

"Mmmmmm, that was good," she moaned, her eyes looking up at him from 
under half-closed lids. "How can Linda resist spending all her time in 
bed the way you can fuck?"

"For her, it's easy," he answered thickly, his mind already preparing 
his temporarily relieved lust for another round with this nympho wife 
of his friend and working colleague. "She doesn't like fucking, and 
that's all there is to it," he added with a touch of bitterness in his 
voice. God, he was thinking, if Linda would only come on strong like 
that, our marriage would be heaven.

Suddenly, his heart stopped.

There came to his ears a noise that was unmistakably coming from 
another part of the apartment!

My God! he thought as the adrenaline began to flood into his veins. 
Fred must have been here all the time we were screwing! His first 
impulse was to grab his clothes and leave, but then he remembered. This 
whole thing was Fred's idea. Who knew, maybe the poor guy wanted to at 
least get the vicarious thrill of hearing his wife Grace getting 
fucked, even if he himself couldn't do anything about it.

Then he heard another sound, more distinct this time.

It was a woman's high-pitched mewl of obvious sensual pleasure!

Without wasting any time, he stepped over the still reclining figure of 
Grace Furness and headed for the bedroom at the back of the apartment, 
feeling the chill of goose-bumps scattering over his skin as the dead 
certainty of what he would find in the other room struck his mind like 
a thunderbolt. The whole depraved scheme thought up by Fred Furness 
abruptly became clear to Tommy's frantic brain, and he mentally cursed 
himself for falling prey like a stupid kid to the conniving lecherous 
bastard he had been calling his friend.

If only it wasn't too late to save Linda from being debased and 
humiliated beyond all redemption, he thought. Then he was struck by 
another worse thought just before he reached the partly open door to 
the bedroom: Christ! What if Linda actually is in there -- and she 
heard or saw me with Grace in the kitchen! But he knew it was too late 
to do anything about that now, and he rushed headlong into the bedroom.

He stopped suddenly, frozen to the spot by his utterly shocked 
disbelief at what he saw. Unable to move or say a word, he stared 
goggle-eyed at the obscenely lewd picture of Fred Furness energetically 
bobbing his head as he licked and sucked Linda's openly spread cunt. 
And his own wife, writhing and moaning in the throes of passion in an 
abandoned manner Tommy had never seen in her before now! She was 
obviously enjoying herself, giving herself up to this perversely 
depraved attack on her responsively swiveling cunt. This definitely was 
not a rape!

"You bitch!" he finally managed to choke out. "You cheating, lying 
bitch! Acting like an innocent nun with me at home, and then this!" He 
was so confused and shaken by what he was seeing that he didn't know 
whether to strike out at his wife, or Fred, or both of them. He stood 
fuming like a steam-engine about to burst from internal pressure, 
clenching his fists till the nails dug into his palms.

Linda was squirming and bucking under the maddening torture of Fred's 
flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break 
through her chest. Then when her husband Tommy's voice filtered into 
her somewhat drink-dimmed mind through the wildly confusing sensations 
driving her almost crazy, her whole naked body flushed hotly with 
feelings of shame and humiliation.

"Oh, no!" she managed to gasp breathlessly, trying to focus her lust-
glazed eyes on the face of her obviously outraged husband. But she was 
too far gone in her overwhelming new feelings of conscience-numbing 
sensuality to stop now and slowly she raised her head from the bed to 
get a better view; It was then she noticed that he was stripped naked 
and that behind him, with a knowing smile of triumphant sexuality on 
her face, stood Fred's wife Grace, also naked. It suddenly came back to 
Linda that the two of them had actually been making love in the other 
room, oblivious to the fact that they were both married to other 
people. She closed her eyes tight and, with a sudden resolve to get 
whatever small revenge she could, she shut her mind and delivered her 
body wholly over to the pleasurable rolling sensations emanating from 
her ever moistening, throbbing pussy. All her instinctive reactions 
against the lewd act were cast aside. She was enjoying it! She was 
actually beginning to enjoy being sucked and kissed down there between 
her legs! She liked having her pussy licked by a man!

In spite of his sense of outrage still making him tremble in fury where 
he stood watching, Tommy felt an intense quiver down in his naked 
loins. His eyes were riveted on his wife's lovely sculpted form, on the 
jiggling fullness of her ripe young breasts, the curving white buttocks 
dancing beneath, the sensuous flush on her heavy-lidded face. She 
looked more enticing and provocative than he'd ever have thought 
possible, and he was aware of a powerful surge of jealousy and envy 
that it was Fred and not he having such an effect on her. He could just 
barely make out the naked wet pinkness of her widespread cunt, 
squirming and contracting obscenely around the swirling length of 
Fred's viciously probing tongue. My God, she's really hot for it, Tommy 
thought excitedly. She was like a madwoman, her naked white ass-cheeks 
clenching and unclenching frantically, her thighs like steel grips 
around Furness' face, her desire-inflamed cunt flexing upward to meet 
him with lewdly lurching thrusts.

The young husband felt his recently depleted penis slowly climbing up 
into manhood again as he gazed as if hypnotized at the shameless 
exhibition of sheer unadulterated lust before him. It hadn't been long 
since he had fucked Fred's wife, but even so within moments, he could 
feel his cock throbbing and aching in full burgeoning erection once 
again.

With all his strength he reeled in his frustrated anger and jealousy, 
and was just starting to move forward to take his rights as a husband 
and fuck Linda in her passionately aroused state. After all, Fred 
wouldn't be able to finish her off himself, he thought. Then suddenly 
he caught a glimpse of his friend's lower body.

He had an erection! Standing out from below his slight paunch was a 
rigid, club-like shaft of very potent cock-flesh, jerking and throbbing 
as Fred moved and slaved over Linda's pussy.

He didn't know what to think then, and suddenly from behind he felt 
Grace's fingers slip around his waist and possessively grasp his 
hardness, appreciatively fondling its length and holding him in place 
as though it were a handle.

"Let 'em have their fun," she whispered into his ear. "We can watch, 
honey." Tommy did little to resist as she pulled him toward the chair 
at the foot of the bed where they would have a good view of what was 
happening.

Linda watched the naked couple as they took their position near the 
foot of the bed. With horrified fascination she saw Grace take Tommy's 
throbbing hard cock in her hands and rub it sensuously, up and down, 
slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth as if it were soft resilient 
rubber. Then she opened her eyes wide with disbelief as the other woman 
willingly dropped to her knees and placed her mouth near his pulsating 
rod, thrusting out her moist tongue and running it lightly around the 
turgid glans now glistening obscenely with droplets of seeping seminal 
fluid.

Suddenly, Linda couldn't hold back under Fred Furness' ministrations at 
her cunt a minute longer. Her body felt as if it was on fire, as if 
every nerve ending was stretched and yearning for the pinnacle of 
pleasure just within her reach. Her face was coated with perspiration 
and her long blonde hair a damp clinging tangle around her neck. Her 
hotly burning vagina was raging out of control and she just had to 
quench the flames of lewd passion flickering inside her there. She 
tried to fix her gaze on the lust-inciting picture of Grace's fingers 
and tongue manipulating Tommy's jerking, pulsing cock but she found it 
difficult to keep her eyes focused -- she felt as though she were being 
driven mad by Furness' tongue taunting her flame-seared pussy.

"Ohhhhhh, God. Oooooh! I'm about to cum!" she gurgled in a tone of 
delicious surprise, forgetting that her husband was nearby, watching 
and listening. She groaned suddenly, her hips beginning to jerk 
spasmodically of their own accord, the first crashing floods of 
orgasmic pleasure washing over her like hot waves of unbridled 
sensation.

Tommy gaped in open-mouthed amazement at his young wife as she sobbed 
out her overwhelming climax, unable to believe that this moaning 
abandoned woman was the cool unaffected bride who'd never even let him 
get close to performing this lewd act on her pinkly pulsating cunt. He 
could feel the maddening sensations of Grace's mouth as it finally 
closed juicily over the throbbing end of his thick hardened cock and 
felt as though his whole body would explode in excited conjunction with 
his wife's writhing twisting form on the bed.

"I'm cumming! I'm cummmmming! Keep sucking!" Linda mewled insanely, 
thrashing her lust-maddened pelvis against the feverishly working 
tongue Fred was still swirling around deep inside her wildly bucking 
cunt, delirious with the hot rushing feelings that filled her nerve-
jangling body.

Without previous warning, Tommy suddenly stood up, shoving Fred's wife 
Grace away from him without concern, flinging himself onto the bed near 
his young wife's head. She was flinging her face uncontrollably from 
side to side, her hair whipping back and forth on the bedspread, and he 
harshly grasped the sides of her face in his fingers, holding it toward 
him.

"Now, you little bitch," he growled down at her as he knelt sideways 
across her with his wet glistening cock poised near her moistly parted 
lips. "You're going to suck my prick whether you want to or not."

He squeezed painfully at the hinges of her clenching jaws to force them 
open, and without further preparation inserted his bulging cock-tip 
between her lips still grimacing with her own mind-boggling, nerve-
shattering orgasm.

From his vantage point down between Linda's widespread gyrating loins, 
Fred Furness watched with jealous glee as the young woman was forced to 
take her husband's immensely swollen cock deep into her throat. Her 
cheeks alternately sank in and bloated out as the thickness stroked 
slipperily in and out of her ovalled lips, and she gasped as she tried 
to keep from choking on Tommy's mouth-filling hardness, too confused by 
drink and lust to feel able or willing to resist.

Then at long last, the tremors of incredible sensation began to slowly 
subside, and Fred pulled his tongue back out of Linda's orgasm-flooded 
vaginal sheath.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, baby," Furness said at length. "Just like 
Tommy just fucked Grace -- and show you what it's all about." Holding 
her by the ankles, Fred forced her thighs back against her smooth white 
breasts.

"H-hold it a minute, Fred," gasped Tommy, about to reach the bursting 
point again to flood his built-up semen into Linda's hotly sucking 
mouth. "I'm about to cum. I've wanted to do this for a l-long t-time." 
He was watching from heavy-lidded, lust-heated eyes his wife's 
grotesquely distended lips slipping and sliding wetly over his blood-
swollen, pulsating cock.

Struck by a sudden new idea, Fred released her ankles and let her legs 
fall back limply onto the bed. "Roll her over, Tommy. She'll like 
getting it from both ends," Furness growled.

Tommy held Linda's face tight to his loins so that she could barely 
breath from the thickness embedded in the back of her throat and pulled 
her over on top of him. Now she was face down over his up-thrusting 
hard cock, between his legs splayed out on either side of her, and he 
watched as Furness grasped her smoothly rounded hips and raised them 
high up off the bed, positioning her on her knees spread far apart and 
Fred himself kneeling up behind her upturned, fully exposed backside.

Furness held his throbbing thick cock tightly between his fingers with 
the large blood-filled head aimed at the tight elastic opening of 
Linda's cunt. He watched it with lust-gleaming eyes as the tiny wet 
lips contracted and throbbed around the pinkly flaring outer folds, 
letting his eyes feast for the slightest moment longer, enjoying the 
way her soft full ass-cheeks curved sharply down into the narrow wasp-
like waist that looked fragile enough to break from the slightest 
pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs, he could see her milk-
white thighs tapering down sharply to her small well-formed knees and 
then blossoming out again to the fullness of firm shapely calves. He 
could see her head bobbing-up and down over Tommy's shafting cock as 
the young husband thrust his swollen thickness again and again up into 
her mouth held in place by his hands tangled in her matted blonde hair.

Now Fred's penis and testicles ached as they had never ached for 
anything before, and he had to ram it into her before it was too late -
- before he spilled his hot sperm all over those softly undulating 
buttocks kneeling helplessly before him.

He pressed her buttocks wider apart to expose her defenseless vagina 
more clearly, and his nearly bursting cock jerked again as the tiny 
puckered anus came into view just above the moist cuntal opening. For a 
moment he was tempted to take her there, but that would come later when 
his cock, now beginning to seep clear drops of seminal fluid, had been 
relieved of its first insistent pressure and he could hold back longer.

He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her wide-
stretched thighs as he could possibly go, and guided his long thick 
cock forward between his thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft 
blonde pubic hair with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the 
soft folds of her warm velvety cunt close wetly over the distended head 
of his turgid cock. 

He groaned.

He had never in his life felt anything so soft and tender. Trapped 
between the delicious layers of wetly receptive vaginal flesh, he let 
it lay throbbing for a moment, the lewd contact of his thick throbbing 
cock pressed into the whiteness of her proffered ass-cheeks inciting 
him to uncontrolled feelings of lust.

Furness flexed his buttocks, all his built-up resentment toward all the 
lovely women who had held themselves aloof from him during his lifetime 
suddenly surging forward into the warm wet pussy-flesh of the groaning 
young wife before him. He gasped aloud through the silence of the 
bedroom, as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt 
soothingly slipping over and then wetly enclosing the rock-hard length 
of his pulsating penis.

"Uggggnnnhhh!" she groaned around Tommy's cock, driving repeatedly up 
into the deepest recesses of her mouth. She could feel Fred's penis 
surging into her, pushing the smooth giving walls of her inner flesh 
before him like rippling waves away from a speeding ship, her body 
shaking before the sudden assault of his immensely thick cock-shaft. 
She was suddenly jerked back again into the reality of what was 
happening to her, her shame and humiliation returning with a vengeance 
as she felt her thighs and buttocks being swept wide apart by the 
relentless thickness tunneling up into her mercilessly from behind. 
And, the saliva-slickened rod repeatedly bumping like hard rubber 
against the roof of her mouth, Tommy's endlessly battering cock filling 
up her mouth made her body shudder with revulsion. She could no longer 
think of a reason to want to live. It would be better now if she were 
dead and unfeeling than to suffer the remembrance of this degrading 
dual rape by her own husband and his so-called best friend.

"God, what a pussy," Fred gasped from behind as he felt its warm wet 
walls slipping over his rigidity like hot melted butter. His head fell 
loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick steel hard 
cock speared up into the helplessly struggling girl without mercy. It 
raced into her like a fast whirling drill boring through the depths of 
the earth, battering and smashing all before it in great waves of warm 
moist flesh until suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into her and his 
loins flattened her upraised buttocks with a hard sharp slap that 
reverberated through the room like a flat-handed blow across the face.

Linda's muffled moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded by both her 
husband and Fred Furness, and she felt Fred reach forward with both 
hands and grasp her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight 
against him. His thick hard penis was sunk to its fullest depth up in 
her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of its cock-head 
pressed tight against the tip of her cervix.

There was no reason to struggle or fight back any more, even if she had 
the strength. She had been ruthlessly conquered by Furness now, and her 
own husband Tommy was aiding in her total degradation by shoving his 
hard cock in and out of her mouth as though it was another vagina in 
her face. She was being used like a servile slave with two masters who 
were demanding that she give them everything.

Her whole body went limp and the pain in her stretching vagina lessened 
as she felt her soft passage expanding farther and farther with each 
greater rotation Fred made inside her. There was no stopping them now, 
and there was nothing she could do but accept the vile obscene double 
rape without resistance. Nothing she could do, she reminded herself, 
but try to strike back at Tommy for getting her into this; she would 
surprise them both and give in to the delicious feelings of forbidden 
lust flitting through her body. She had been attempting to hold herself 
back from receiving any pleasure from the lewd twin screwing, but with 
a little effort on her part she could learn to like it.

Fred, pumping into her from behind like she was a female bitch in heat, 
squeezed all around her softly jiggling buttocks, his fingers digging 
cruelly at her cringing tiny puckered anus, and then he jerked forward 
again, clasping her hips and pulling her back limply over his cock 
while he continued to skewer and ram into her with growing abandon. His 
body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed 
itself completely against the squirming pinkness of her moist flesh in 
front of him. He could feel his heated cock growing thicker and thicker 
in her belly, as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic 
delight flickering across his contorted face.

Linda's spasmodic whimpers around Tommy's cock pistoning into her 
saliva-filled mouth stretched into a long low continuous whine, and 
then there was a change in the sounds she was making. Little by little, 
her mewling noises of protest became low hums of body-wracking passion 
as her warm wet cuntal muscles clasped tightly around Fred's hard-
driving cock. At the same time, she let her formerly reluctant tongue 
begin exploring the rubbery tip-end of her husband's throbbing penis, 
swirling around the velvety surface of sensitive skin and flicking into 
the tiny slit on the end of the glans. Hypnotizing herself into a 
trance-like state as she concentrated on giving them what they so 
obviously wanted, she watched the length of Tommy's glistening cock 
where it protruded out from his loins and jerked up toward her mouth 
like a muscular snake striking into the back of her throat.

"Suck, bitch, suck it," she heard his snarling voice order her from 
above her head where he held himself up on his elbows to watch her -- 
and she did. Her lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting 
instrument, and she coughed and sputtered from time to time as it cut 
off the air in her windpipe. She gazed fascinated at the still 
expanding penis slowly disappearing each time up between her clasping 
lips until only the thick base protruded from her mouth, his testicles 
bouncing against her chin.

The mattress of the bed beside the wildly fucking and sucking trio 
suddenly sagged down as Grace Furness threw herself beside them. She 
had been watching with growing excitement, her body vibrating in every 
raw-edged nerve until she just couldn't stand by passively any longer. 
She had to do something to quench the new fire growing like a furnace 
far up in her own dilating moist loins, and she put her face down on 
the mattress so she could see Fred's thickly spearing rod pushing wetly 
into the wide-stretched vagina of his friend's wife, then pulling back 
again until only the broad tip remained lodged inside, the pinkly 
layered lips drawing back out each time like a wet mouth trying to suck 
it in again. She lay over on her back and worked her head up under 
Linda's quivering white belly until she had a better view of Fred's 
cock and balls jerking back and forth into the young wife's cunt, and 
by turning her head just slightly she could look up between Linda's 
dangling full breasts to see the other woman's husband's cock slipping 
in and out of her distorted oval lips. Grace groaned excitedly from the 
effect of the lewdly obscene sights and sounds, and let her knees fall 
lewdly apart as she reached down with both hands and began massaging 
her own hotly pulsating pussy in vicarious matching rhythm with the two 
pumping penises.

Up behind Linda, Fred Furness could feel himself building toward the 
end, but he didn't mind. He had wanted to make this delicious first 
fuck of Linda Singleton last as long as possible, but he knew now from 
her suddenly responding lewd buttock movements that she was getting to 
like it in spite of her original aversion to the idea, and he would be 
able to fuck her again whenever he wanted -- which would be sooner than 
she would believe, he chuckled to himself. He was going to cum soon and 
he began to fuck faster and faster, harder and harder, mercilessly 
battering the quivering cheeks of her gently gyrating buttocks with his 
hard-driving hips, his hands gripping her waist hard, squeezing the 
soft flesh into great white raised welts between his fingers. His lips 
bared back over his teeth and his breath came in short fast gasps that 
hissed obscenely in the room as he stared down at her slender bucking 
body rolling and undulating like a wounded fish jerking under water and 
at her bobbing head over Tommy's pistoning cock. The older man tore at 
her ass-cheeks with his fingers, stretching the twin moons as wide 
apart as he could to watch his own long aching cock disappearing into 
the moist pink flanges of her flowering hot cunt.

"Jesus! Jesus!" he sputtered. "Keep fucking back like that, baby! Screw 
it on back!"

Then the impossible happened. All of them sensed it, including Linda 
herself. Unconsciously, she now realized, she had been resisting the 
hotly licking flames spreading through her body from the dual fucking 
she was getting, even though she had already made up her mind to let 
herself go and seemed to be enjoying it. Now all the floodgates of 
passion locked inside her young body all her life abruptly snapped open 
and she began to abandon all thoughts of holding anything back from 
them. It was only a slightly different thrust of her quivering loins, a 
strange movement of her whitely rounded ass-buttocks, but it was enough 
for Fred Furness to know. Linda was now trying to pull at his wetly 
sluicing, thick cock with the moist inner muscles of her cunt, 
searching out every rippling sensation she could give herself. Mounting 
rhythmic waves of inner contractions nibbled up and down the full 
length of his throbbing shaft, her cunt wash-boarding over it in hungry 
fascination with the new found joys of fucking she was discovering 
before their very eyes.

The wantonly aroused young bride moaned and hummed around Tommy's 
hardness as she felt her entire insides flowering open to receive 
Fred's cock deep in her womb. Her neighbor was screwing viciously into 
her, gritting his teeth with overwhelming desire, her body following 
him in wild abandoned jerks attesting to the fact that he had really 
turned her on. He could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping 
around his cock so moistly and firmly that it almost drove him crazy, 
and he plunged his rigid cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the 
warm soft vaginal cavern, feeling the whole of her belly flowering open 
in virginal delight before his onslaught as though she had never been 
fucked before in her life.

At the same time her young husband felt what was coming over her. She 
had started using her tongue slowly at first, but now Tommy could feel 
it swiping all around his hardness, causing his cock to jerk obscenely 
inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to 
him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity 
moving down his cock and taking as much of him as she could in her 
mouth, surrounding him with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the 
tender licking probes of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either 
side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward.

The virginally aroused blonde began to suck him with a moist nibbling 
pressure and her tongue lapped and curled around him as though she had 
done this a thousand times. Her husband lifted his head to watch and 
pushed his hands tighter against her cheeks. He still wanted to make 
her know he was punishing her for denying him so long, and he wanted 
her to make him cum in her mouth and then swallow his hot spurting 
semen so she would remember later how she had been humiliated by her 
own husband.

Tommy could see her sucking like a two-dollar whore now and he could 
see Fred up behind her ramming his cock up between her flattened 
buttocks as though she were the cheapest slut they could have found on 
the street. His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his 
legs and still she sucked, keeping his cock in her mouth, burying her 
face greedily in his loins until he knew he was nearing the end. The 
pressure, building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked 
in her unconsciously abandoned passion, was excruciatingly unbearable, 
and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever 
done before.

And then, suddenly, there was a shuddering jerk in his loins, and 
nothing in the world could have stopped the seething liquid flow that 
was rushing like a water-spout up from his aching balls and out the tip 
of his throbbing penis. He gripped his bride's head tight between his 
hands and shoved his cock deep up into her throat. She groaned over him 
as the first needle-thin spurt of hot pungent liquid flooded the back 
of her mouth, filling the avidly sucking cavity, bloating and 
stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat continued 
working gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on 
the shooting sticky semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the 
depths of her virginal throat.

Tommy groaned and thrashed beneath her in uncontrollable ecstasy, and 
then his body quivered as he felt the last of his masculinity drained 
from his rapidly deflating penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had 
to hold her with his hands tangled in her hair to keep her from sucking 
him to death, for, to his amazement, his recently innocent wife would 
not let his deflated organ escape from her lips. She continued to suck 
gently, undulating her buttocks behind even tighter to Fred's pumping 
loins, and Tommy watched through desire-quenched eyes the tiny thin 
trails of white cum running down from the corners of her mouth to her 
chin below. He had never felt anything like this lewd explosion into 
his wife's wildly sucking mouth, and, in the weak satiated state he was 
in, he felt as though he would never again feel the need to fuck 
anyone.

He let his head roll weakly to the side and his eyes caught sight of 
Grace Furness with her legs obscenely splayed out as she finger-fucked 
herself, her buttocks grinding down into the mattress as she bucked and 
twisted in agonized pleasure. He stretched out his arm and forced his 
hand under her lewdly working, wet fingers to rub at her throbbing 
erect clitoris himself. She groaned loudly and removed her hands to let 
Linda's husband massage her steaming moist pussy.

Grace had a sudden desire to do something to Linda with her hands and 
reached up to the wildly rotating cunt only a few scant inches from her 
face. She could see the lust-thickened cock of her husband slipping 
faster and faster out of the fluid-drenched opening up between Linda's 
quivering thighs, and she reached up with her fingers to fondle the 
other woman's excitedly throbbing clitoris. The tiny bud was turgidly 
erect and flooded with hot moist vaginal juices, and the intense 
sensations of the older woman's touch caused the young bride Linda to 
groan and grind her buttocks back even harder onto Fred's now insanely 
fucking cock.

The awakened young wife felt her loins begin to erupt into heated 
volcanic intensity as wet smacking noises resounded through the room 
with each cruel pile-driving lunge Fred Furness was making into her.

Grace Furness kept her extended middle finger slipping wetly over 
Linda's quivering pink clitoral bud, feeling at the same time with her 
other fingers the soft, soaked blonde pubic hair surrounding Linda's 
clinging pussy-lips which held and throbbed around Fred's cock like a 
tight rubbery mouth. With her other free hand Grace alternately cupped 
each tautly hanging breast of the younger woman, pinching and tweaking 
the pink swollen nipples.

Linda thought she was going to go crazy from the myriad wild sensations 
exploding throughout her thrashing body like fireworks in her 
bloodstream. She let her husband Tommy's slowly rejuvenating limp cock 
slip wetly from her lips and concentrated on the surging tides of her 
oncoming orgasm. Her body was slippery from the perspiration caused by 
the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous body, and her head flailed 
uncontrollably back and forth over Tommy's stomach and pubic area as if 
she were beating him with a soft whip of tangled blonde hair. Her mouth 
hung wide open in ecstatic abandon like someone crazed and inhuman as 
she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking her 
quivering ass-cheeks back against Fred's smashing loins, egging him on.

Suddenly, her reserve completely gone, she began to utter all the 
obscenities she had ever heard in a never-ending stream of words, 
completely unaware of where the sounds were coming from in her total 
lack of control.

"Oh, oh, deeper, deeeeper! Fuck me, fffuuuccckkk meeee!" she begged, 
gasping as if she were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and 
swung her firmly clenching buttocks in wider and wider circles around 
the cock stroking into her like a battering ram knocking down the walls 
of all her resistance to sensuality. She was spiraling her cunt up and 
down crazily on his plunging, hotly growing cock, unconsciously jerking 
her throbbing clitoris in tinier circles on Grace's extended finger 
flipping wetly below. She had never in her life felt so many 
simultaneous physical pressures that were so good -- she thought her 
whole body must have turned into a sensitively erect clitoris and that 
every inch of it was being stroked and sucked and fucked into oblivion.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'mmmmm cuuuummmmiiinnnggg!" she suddenly 
squealed in a high-pitched voice that sounded like a vibrato note from 
a blasting trumpet. "Ooohhh, fuck! I'm CUUUMMMIIINNGG!"

Her thrashing body arched high above the bed where she was balanced on 
her knees and elbows, not moving now, but quivering and jerking around 
the still pumping hard cock in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her 
orgasmic fluids out around it and down hotly over the insanely 
throbbing clitoris to drench Grace's hand below.

Fred finally unclenched his teeth and decided he could afford to let 
himself go. He gripped the cheeks of her still rotating buttocks and 
squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her involuntarily back up 
against his cunt-filling hardness for greater contact as great gasps of 
passion began spewing from his own throat.

"Here I come, baby," he grunted thickly. "Fuck back, fuck your ass 
back!" He spoke whatever words came to his reeling mind, repeating them 
over and over as the hot cum started to rise up like a steaming geyser 
from his balls. "Fuck your pussy back on it good! I'm filling your hot 
little pussy right NOWWWW!"

He rasped and groaned, increasing the pummeling viciousness of his 
strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the 
widespread flanges of her loins and his expanded thick cock dipped deep 
up into the far, deeply hidden recesses of her trembling belly.

He felt himself cumming and hooked his fingers harshly at the creased 
juncture of her thighs and belly, jerking her softly jouncing ass-
cheeks up even tighter to him, grinding as far up into her openly 
yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left-over passion from 
her lips that hung slackly open like a crazy woman's.

He gasped like a man kicked in the stomach, felt the bursting in his 
balls, heard her whimpering cry, and then with a deep soul-shattering 
grunt that echoed throughout the apartment, he exploded inside her, 
shooting his hot boiling sperm deep up into the warm clutching depths 
of her openly receptive cunt.

Fred Furness threw his head back and held himself poised like a 
vibrating steel spring locked together with her at the loins until the 
last unending spurt of semen ricocheted inside the confines of her 
softly quivering pussy, and then he collapsed sideways off her slightly 
undulating, wriggling body. His slowly deflating cock slipped back out 
of her still clasping cunt with a slight popping noise, the river of 
hot- sperm he had shot far up into her seeping slowly out after him to 
trickle down the tender inner surface of her thighs.

Tommy had watched Linda's body-wracking orgasm with wide-eyed lewd 
fascination, still industriously and excitedly jiggling Grace's 
obscenely humping cunt and clitoris, until finally she groaned too and 
arched her back far up off the mattress, her loins and thighs quivering 
in a long drawn-out orgasm that seemed about to snap her body like a 
toothpick. Then she sank away from his hand wearily with a deep-
throated sigh of satisfaction, and the four of them lay breathing 
heavily on the bed, their loins all palpitating like little wounded 
animals from the orgasmic intensity of the sensations they had given 
each other.



Chapter 7


For what seemed an eternity, Linda rested as she was, up on her knees, 
her face lying on its side pressed into the wet depleted loins of her 
husband. Gradually the dizzying effects of all she had gone through 
since arriving at the Furness' apartment began to wear off and she was 
flooded with shame and humiliation once again. The defiled young 
housewife clenched her eyes tightly shut and helplessly remembered it 
all as though she were watching a movie recording the degradation she 
had just been subjected to -- the beginning when she had heard the tape 
of her husband Tommy and his best friend's wife Grace; that first 
moment when it became clear what Fred Furness had in mind for her, 
followed by her helpless fear and humiliation when he had dropped his 
head down between her legs; and then, finally, the wild twisting and 
churning of their four bodies and the uncontrollably overwhelming 
sensations she had felt.

The formerly innocent bride had succumbed to those sensations, her 
inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the ordeal she had gone 
through. Her nostrils caught the aroma around her on the bed. The smell 
of raw consummated lust covered Tommy's loins and filled the air of the 
room for all of them, herself included, from the wild orgy of salacious 
pleasure they had gone through. And she remembered too, as her dazed 
mind caught up with reality, the incredible eruption in her own belly 
as Furness had spewed his hot sperm deep up inside her. She had 
actually urged him on with obscene words and lewd thrusting gyrations 
of her thighs and hips! That was where the heat and warmth came from 
that she now felt so vividly in her belly. It was the great pool of 
white warm liquid that he had emptied into her, and she shuddered to 
recall how much she had wanted it at that moment, which seemed ages 
ago, even though only a few short minutes had passed.

She had begged him to do it and had urged him on with all her physical 
being like an obscene street whore enjoying her work. She had been 
trapped into it and frightened, but nothing could excuse her sudden 
lapse into uncontrollable passion that had deadened her sense of right 
and wrong -- not even her vengeful desire to get even with Tommy for 
making love to another woman could excuse that.

She made a low moan like an injured child and slowly raised her head 
from Tommy's still slightly heaving stomach. She suddenly saw the 
sticky mixture of saliva and obscene white semen where her mouth had 
been, and she felt the weird new taste in her mouth, once more 
shuddering with degradation at what her own husband had forced her to 
do. Glancing surreptitiously up at his face, she saw that he seemed to 
be in a state of utter exhaustion with his eyes closed as if in heavy 
sleep. Fred Furness and his wife Grace also appeared to be sleeping or 
resting in complete satiety, thin oblivious smiles of satisfaction on 
their lips. The ashamed young blonde slowly and carefully began to work 
her way out of the tangle of arms and legs on the big mattress, 
thinking that now was her chance to slip away unnoticed and escape from 
the perverse-minded crew she had somehow got mixed up with.

Tommy sensed the slight movement as Linda tried to remove herself from 
the bed and opened his eyes to a narrow slit to watch her disdainfully. 
Let the little bitch go, he thought viciously. He looked at her 
voluptuously hanging white breasts and on down to her scissoring thighs 
as she worked her way across the mattress, and then up to her tear and 
sweat-streaked young face. The look of open innocence that was there 
only a few hours ago was gone, replaced by an expression of weary, 
sensual knowledge that seemed to him at the same time familiar and 
unfamiliar. Struck by a sudden thought he shifted his eyes under his 
nearly closed lids and glanced at Grace Furness lying like a used 
broken doll down near his knees.

That was it. Grace and Linda had always resembled each other in many 
ways -- the same lovely thighs and buttocks, the same billowing ripe 
breasts that looked good enough to eat, the same blue eyes and 
perfectly formed features. But now -- now even that expression of lewd 
sensuality that telegraphed Grace's interest in screwing was beginning 
to show in small ways on Linda. At least, he told himself, it shows 
that she knows what it's like to lose herself in physical 
gratification.

In other words, she had become more than ever like the woman he had 
been fucking with lusty joy the last week or so, though Linda herself 
probably wasn't aware of it. But if what he was thinking was true, he 
reflected in surprise, then he should be happy that she had finally 
been turned on. His first reaction when he had seen her with Fred was 
to curse and revile her for it, but now he realized that it was more a 
triumph of what he had been longing for than any kind of defeat for 
him.

More than anything else he could imagine he would like to have her fuck 
him as wantonly as she had Fred Furness. That was exactly what he had 
always wanted, and now he saw it was possible to get it.

Without warning, he reached out and grasped Linda's wrist in his 
fingers. "It's okay, Linda honey. Don't go."

His sudden unexpected movement caught her by surprise and she reacted 
by sucking in her breath and trying to wrench her arm free of his grip. 
But he was too strong for her and her frantic attempt only served to 
attract the Furness' attention to her.

Immediately sizing up the situation, Fred Furness clamped his fingers 
down over her ankle nearest to him and held her fast. "What's the 
matter, baby? Had enough fun and games?" he laughed harshly.

"Please, please," she cried in a quavering voice. "Let me go home. I-I 
can't take it any more," she pleaded, vainly struggling to release 
herself from their fingers that held her like steel traps.

"Not yet, baby. Not yet," snarled Furness. "Not until we make the final 
touchdown," he added, automatically slipping back into his football 
coach language.

"Hell, you might as well let her go," Grace Furness put in. "She 
doesn't look to me like she wants to play any more."

"Listen to Gracie. She just wants it all for herself," he winked 
broadly at Tommy. "But I have other plans for little Miss Purity here."

"W-what do you mean," Linda whimpered as she felt his grip tighten on 
her ankle. She shivered slightly as his other hand began to course 
playfully over her still upraised naked buttocks.

"I mean you're ready for the graduate course in 'How to Fuck and Keep 
Your Hubby at Home,'" he leered.

Then suddenly he was rising up on the bed with his arm clamped around 
her narrow waist, his knees positioning themselves behind her on the 
mattress between her calves.

"Okay, Tommy, hold 'er down in front. I'm going to give you a little 
lesson in how to tame a blonde," he growled.

Oh God, would this horrible nightmare ever end! Linda thought, her 
fevered mind running helter-skelter looking for a way out of this room.

But Tommy obediently crushed her face down into the mattress so that 
she could barely breathe and she was trapped again for them to do with 
what they wanted. She couldn't even call out to attract the attention 
of the neighbors now, and all hope was gone.

She jerked as she suddenly felt Fred's hands on her buttocks behind, 
slowly drawing them apart.

"Take a look at that, Tommy. You can fuck her there in that tight 
little asshole. She'll like it, and never give you any more trouble, 
believe me. Just ask Grace."

Now that Grace Furness saw what was about to take place, she roused 
herself from the bed and positioned herself so that she could see it up 
close, her eyes a few scant inches from the widely spread half-moon 
buttocks. The obscene thought of the depraved unnatural ravishment 
about to take place right here a few inches in front of her face caused 
her to groan in guilty excitement and grind her own buttocks tightly 
down into the mattress. Her eyes passed from the tiny puckered pink 
mouth of Linda's exposed anus to Fred's monstrously rigid cock, once 
again throbbing in full erection, the thin blue veins pulsing around 
it. Grace opened her eyes wide in horrified wonder. She had taken it 
from behind herself many times in the past and liked it, but this was 
the first time she had seen how huge a penis looked in comparison to an 
untried young anus. He would kill the girl, she thought. She would 
never be able to take a thing like that in her rectum; he would split 
her apart.

Fred stooped, and, grabbing both the sobbing girl's ankles, he 
pressured out harshly, pulling her legs wider apart.

"Oh God, no! Please no!" she whimpered into the bedspread as she felt 
the cool rush of air between her thighs. "I can't let you, I can't! Not 
that way!" She jerked her body wildly and tried to rise.

"Hold her! Dammit!" Fred yelled to Tommy who pushed his hand down hard 
into the small of his wife's back, pressing her upper body back hard 
into the mattress. Tommy's eyes were wide with apprehension and a kind 
of sadistic anticipation as he watched Linda's upthrust buttocks wiggle 
for a moment as she struggled. Then she lay still, panting into the 
mattress like a trapped animal paralyzed with fear.

Grace moaned involuntarily as she watched the lewd scene, her husband 
Fred's hands running greedily over the long firm muscles of Linda's 
shaking calves and up the inside of her inner thighs to the moistened 
interior of her legs. The cleft between them was deep and inviting and 
Grace shuddered in rising excitement as he slipped the edge of his hand 
down the smooth crease of Linda's buttocks, separating them slightly to 
reveal the quivering anus and the pinkly layered folds of her pussy 
below. Her own cunt throbbed excitedly from the indecent naked exposure 
of the young wife's genitals, and she could feel her own warm moist 
flesh palpitating inside like a fireball waking in her belly. She 
raised herself up onto her knees and moved forward a few inches toward 
Linda's quivering buttocks. She wanted to see it all, every tiny thing 
that happened.

Furness leered down at the cowering girl and slowly pressed his thumbs 
outward on either side of the tiny anal opening, revealing to his eyes 
the glistening pink flesh just inside the rubbery outer ring. He sucked 
in his breath as he stared at the softly pulsing opening made oval by 
the outward pressure of his thumbs. Still holding her anus in view with 
his left thumb, he thrust experimentally at it with the middle finger 
of his right hand. It was warm and soft but still dry to his touch, so 
he slipped the finger down into the moistness of her pussy below, then 
slid it up again to thrust its wet tip into her hotly cringing anus.

Linda jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into her 
virginal elastic opening, her buttocks tensing tightly together in an 
attempt to forcibly reject his finger. It was a hopeless evasion and 
Fred thrust forward harder, sinking it in to the first knuckle.

"Ooooooh God, AAAAGh!" she gasped, squeezing her ass-cheeks as tightly 
together as she could, trapping his hand between her muscle-hardened 
buttocks.

"Open it," he commanded brutally, pushing with all his strength and 
popping his finger through the desperate but useless resistance past 
the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and then in helpless submission 
relaxed, her anus unresisting to be used as he wished.

As he now twirled studiously into her abused anus with his finger, 
widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, Fred's wife 
Grace could see his other hand stroking and preparing his thick-veined 
cock for the final ultimate humiliation of the defenseless young 
newlywed upended before him. He slowly pulled the heavy foreskin back 
and aimed his thick swollen cock-head directly at the center of her 
widespread buttocks. With a slight pop his finger came out, leaving the 
tiny puckered rectal ring enlarged from his careful preparation.

Again he opened her buttocks wide with his thumbs, leaning forward over 
her so that the tip of his cock rested against the tiny throbbing hole 
moistened by the seminal fluid seeping from the gland at the end.

Linda could feel the pulsing glans of his penis probing against her for 
several seconds trying to fit it exactly in the tiny recoiling anus. 
She held her breath and prayed that this was all a nightmare and that 
she would wake up safe in her bed before he actually found the opening.

Then suddenly he did!

Fred pushed forward, and she felt a slight pop at her anus, followed by 
a sudden spasm of intense pain so unbearable that she twisted and 
moaned again and again, her voice muffled by the coverlet on the bed. 
Her buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing to escape an 
impaling spear, but every jerk only helped drive his bluntly burning 
cock deeper and deeper inside her rectum.

"Aaaaaagh, Uuuuuuugh!" she groaned, gasping out the last of her 
strength to resist as Furness' shaft slipped unimpeded up into her warm 
rubbery rectal depths. He was in her up to the hilt, and she jerked 
spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the torture of 
his cruel and complete occupation of her nether opening. She could feel 
each throb of his blood-engorged penis against her widely stretched 
inner walls, each heartbeat serving to widen and stretch the narrow 
tunnel to greater and greater dimensions.

"Ohhhh God! It's a tight little ass-hole," Furness hissed through 
clenched teeth up behind her. He ground his teeth together and took 
several long smooth strokes into her, bringing a groan of humiliated 
pain from the young wife's tortured lips every time he thrust forward.

Leaning over Linda's back from the front to watch, her husband Tommy 
couldn't believe his eyes. The obscenely exciting sight was driving him 
crazy, as Furness' thick shaft disappeared again and again up into the 
clasping opening of her widespread buttocks, the elastic ring so tight 
it looked as though it would cut right through the turgid flesh of the 
rigidly impaling cock. Tommy could feel his own loins begin to stir 
into life again, his penis jerking slightly as he visualized sinking it 
into his wife's tantalizing rear entrance being blazed open for the 
first time.

"How do you like it in the ass, baby?" Furness grunted down at her, 
gritting his teeth from the excruciating agony her glove-tight anus was 
giving him.

His words of mockery and insult went unheard by Linda, who no longer 
felt human as the pulsating penis pushed against the back of her belly 
far inside. Little by little the pain in her rectum began to ease off, 
and the jungle instinct of survival buried deep in the mind began to 
reverberate through her brain. Her only hope was to make the painful 
ordeal end as soon as possible before she was driven completely out of 
her mind.

Furness suddenly groaned as he felt the young wife's anal muscles 
tighten around his throbbing rod of flesh buried inside her. It pulsed 
like a laboring heart and he couldn't believe his senses when her 
buttocks began a slow methodical rotation beneath him. His joy knew no 
bounds. He had conquered her, and, suddenly gasping and moaning in 
newfound delight, he jerked her almost weightless body up into closer 
contact with his loins and began to stroke rhythmically and deep far up 
into the velvety depths of her anus. He watched with amazed jubilance 
as the pinkish round skin of her puckered rectal ring drew back with 
the long swollen shaft, clasping it with pouting lips as though it did 
not want to let it go

And then the impossible happened.

As Grace knelt in vicarious excitement observing the helpless Linda, 
she suddenly heard the low whining moans of pain change. They changed 
almost imperceptibly at first, and then to a tone that left no room for 
doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading.

Linda was beginning to enjoy it!

It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps deriving from the 
very helplessness of her position and the way her anal rape was being 
watched by her own husband and the other man's wife. But whatever it 
was, she began to feel it, waving her fully rounded white ass-cheeks 
back at him lasciviously as though the tiny bit of whore in every woman 
had finally been reached and urged up out of the deepest recesses of 
her unconscious mind.

"Oooooooh, ohhhhhh," she moaned beneath him, and Furness pressed 
forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her buttocks 
wide apart to allow him to go deeper and deeper. His nearly bursting 
cock was buried to the hilt up in her impossibly expanded rectum, then 
was pulled back through the quivering anal muscles till only the tip-
end remained lodged inside her, then stroked once more its full length 
all the way to the roots of her very being.

Suddenly, Furness gasped again as her hand reached down under her 
undulating body and gently cradled his balls, scraping her nails over 
them in a maddening teasing motion that brought deep-throated groans of 
pleasure from his lips.

"Oh yes, darling, fuck it like that," she crooned through her tightly 
clenched lips as he pumped up between her jiggling buttocks as hard as 
he could. She knew she could make him cum if she had to, and she had to 
end it! She mouthed words like cunt and fuck and shit to incite him to 
fuck faster and faster and end the delicious agony she felt.

Tommy had seen the change come over his new wife and had released her 
shoulders to get a better view of what was happening. He was on the 
verge of forcing Linda to take his re-hardened penis into her mouth 
again when Grace spoke to him.

The older woman was going out of her mind now. The sight of the 
helpless innocent Linda turning into a sex-crazed maniac was just too 
much. "Tommy!" she gasped as she continued watching her husband's 
plunging cock surrounded by the tiny pink edges of the young wife's 
anus. "Put it in me quick! In my ass! Quick, dammit!"

She was already up on her knees and stretching her half-moon buttocks 
wide apart even before Tommy could position himself up behind her. They 
were both facing the lewd sodomizing from only a few inches away as he 
laid the tip of his throbbing hot cock in the wide-open crevice of her 
buttocks. She lost no time, reaching back under her heaving torso to 
first wet the tip with her wildly flowing cuntal juices and then 
setting it in place at the narrow anus.

Tommy needed no further encouragement. His eyes riveted on the tiny 
place he was about to enter between her gyrating ass-cheeks, he locked 
his hands on her flaring hips and shoved forward with all his strength.

"Ooooooh, God, it hurts! Aaaaagh!" Grace groaned, fighting to keep back 
the tears of pain threatening to flood into her eyes. She had forgotten 
it would hurt like this to have a throbbing, blood-filled cock slip up 
into her like a red-hot rod of steel.

But it wasn't long until her rippling anal muscles had gradually become 
accustomed to the thickness thrusting madly into her from behind, and 
once more she fixed her wide-open eyes on her husband's penis driving 
Linda mad with pleasure-pain, matching her motions with theirs as they 
rode out together now toward completion. 

Linda moaned first.

"Aaaaaaagh! Ooooooh God ... Aaaaaaagh! Keep on, keep on!"

She was out of her mind with pleasure and began sobbing out her 
unexpected orgasm until it seemed it would never come to an end. The 
lewdly sodomized bride's fingers were working and slaving around Fred's 
cum-bloated balls beneath until finally he snorted out loud like a bull 
about to attack and plunged his exploding cock as far as it would reach 
up inside her wildly clasping anus, spurting endless streams of white-
hot semen into her like lava from an erupting volcano.

As Furness grunted a final animal noise straight up from his chest and 
collapsed over Linda's back, flattening her body out on the mattress 
beneath him, Grace felt Tommy's thrusts in her anus quicken and climb 
to a dizzying tempo. He was already starting to gush his hot lust-
juices into her from behind when she felt her own orgasm spread like 
lightning throughout her wildly bucking loins.

"Oooooh, cum, baby, cummmm!" she shouted back at him, her voice 
trembling with the shivering sensations flooding through her as she 
felt his great throbbing cock burst like a water pipe as he gave one 
last tremendous thrust onto the back of her upraised buttocks and 
emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave up into her obscenely 
pulsating rectum. She felt his hands on her hips lose their grip as he 
weakened from the draining orgasm, and she let herself collapse forward 
away from him onto the bed.

Tommy felt his now-depleted cock slip wetly out of her stretched anus 
and blindly collapsed with his face resting on her still gently 
undulating buttocks.

Just before he fell into an exhausted sleep, satiated beyond his 
wildest dreams, he caught a glimpse of his wife's young face as she lay 
pinned under Fred Furness' heavy body. She was already breathing gently 
and evenly, her eyes closed in fatigued dozing.

There was a strangely sensual smile of contentment on her unconscious 
face.

He dreamed then that she was Snow White and he was the Seven Dwarfs all 
rolled up into one man fucking her happily in all her bodily orifices 
at one time-and she was loving every minute of it ... finally.


The End
