The Neighbor's House
by Charlton Weston


BOOK ONE 

CHAPTER ONE 

No one could tell you why this pleasant tree-shaded avenue had ever come to 
be called Vine Street, since for as long as the oldest inhabitant of the 
street could remember, there had never been any vines of any kind in the 
entire area except for the creeping ivy which covered the old Edwards House 
down by the woods. It was a strong and vigorous kind of climbing ivy which 
was already beginning to spread to the new house which had been built 
next-door by the newcomer, Will Benson. Ivy had a tendency to make a house a 
little humid, but it looked very attractive from the outside, and Martin 
Edwards had never been able to decide whether the ivy was a curse or a 
blessing, since it grew like mad and was impossible to uproot. 

They were an odd pair of neighbors, the Edwardses and the Bensons, and when 
the new fast-talking salesman had built his fancy ranch-style house next to 
the old Edwards place, people had started betting that there would be open 
warfare between the two families before spring. Certainly, the two men were 
as unlike each other as it was possible for two people to be. 

Martin Edwards had been living in the old family house ever since his father 
had died and he had married that red-headed woman, and the neighbors had a 
word or two to say about her and he taught English in the neighborhood high 
school. Everybody agreed that good old Martin would make an excellent 
principal for the high school as soon as Mr. Jacobs retired. The young man 
was steady, soft-spoken, moderate in dress and drink, and folks on Vine 
Street respected him. 

About the newcomer, Will Benson, people were not yet quite so sure. Will had 
a good job, that had to be admitted, traveling all over the state as the 
sales representative for a well-known firm, but there was something a little 
too flashy about him to make folks trust him completely. For one thing, Will 
apparently made a little more money than the rest of the good citizens on 
Vine Street and he did not hesitate to show it off. That new house had cost 
a pretty penny and in the driveway sat a spanking new high-priced car, plus 
a second automobile for his wife Sarah to use. And Will was aggressive and 
forceful, a big contrast with the mild soft-spoken school teacher next door. 
No, the neighbors were certain. The two men would never hit it off together. 

But the neighbors were all dead wrong. The two houses were a little isolated 
down there at the end of Vine Street near the woods and Will Benson and 
Martin Edwards got along just fine, despite the differences in their 
personalities. Of course, their wives had a lot to do with it, having 
quickly become friends themselves. Some of the old-timers in the 
neighborhood had wagged their heads in disapproval when young Martin had 
married that red-headed hurricane, Tess, a girl who came from the other side 
of the tracks on the wrong side of town, but Tess seemed to have settled 
down considerably since her marriage and never gave anyone cause for gossip, 
despite her miniskirts, a fact which was a big disappointment to all the 
little old ladies on Vine Street. 

And the salesman's wife, Sarah, seemed un-likely to cause any scandals 
either. She was a good-looking girl, but every Sunday morning found her in 
church, and she had already joined one of the community charity 
organizations. Naturally her wheeler-dealer husband never had time for such 
things, but no one could say that timid mousy little Sarah Benson did not do 
her part in the neighborhood. 

All in all, there was not a really healthy bit of gossip out of either 
family apart from the fact that Tess wore her sweaters too tight and her 
dresses too short, and yes, there was that time when Will Benson had gotten 
a little bit tipsy and ran down a stop sign with his brand-new car. But 
basically, like all the upright and respectable people on Vine Street, the 
Bensons and the Edwardses were happily married God-fearing folks, just not 
the types to get themselves involved in scandals. 

Or so it seemed. 

* * * 

Sitting in his undershorts, Martin Edwards was writing "B-minus" on an 
examination paper when he felt Tess' arms go around his neck and the soft 
yielding pressure of her breasts pressing tantalizingly into his back as he 
leaned over his cluttered desk. Tess had just emerged from the shower and 
the young school teacher could smell his wife's warm, soap-clean nakedness 
behind him. A pity we have to go over to the Bensons', he thought to himself 
wistfully. It's been kind of a long time since . .'. 

"Darling, how about a little pick-me-up before we get dressed?" his pretty 
red-headed wife whispered temptingly in his ear, rubbing her heavy ripe 
breasts back and forth across the naked skin of his back. He could feel the 
tiny brown buds of her nipples hardening as she stimulated herself against 
him. 

"We don't really have time, sweetheart," he told her apologetically, turning 
around in his swivel chair to pull her smooth slippery body down gently onto 
his lap. "We promised to be next door at nine o'clock and I haven't even 
shaved yet." 

But Tess was not taking "no" for an answer tonight. A shower always aroused 
her sexually for some reason and tonight she wanted it worse than ever. 
Sitting on his lap, the lushly well-developed young wife wiggled her 
backside lustily, deliberately grinding the full firm half-moons of her 
buttocks down into her husband's loins in the hopes of stirring his dormant 
penis into activity. Grinning at him with an expression of unmasked desire, 
she tugged on his ears, pulling his face down into the deep shadowy valley 
between her high-set, fully rounded breasts. 

"So we'll be a few minutes late," she whispered invitingly into his ear. 
"The Bensons aren't going to call the police, and your little wifey needs it 
bad, lover." 

Martin could hardly refuse her when she asked for it like that, so the 
school teacher picked up his supple young wife in his strong arms and 
carried her into the bedroom, a little reluctantly. Not that he minded 
making love, of course. He had the most beautiful wife on Vine Street and 
Martin Edwards was a healthy young man who enjoyed proper marital relations, 
although Tess sometimes shocked him with the things she said and did when 
they were in bed together. 

"Quick, take your clothes off," she panted as he deposited her gently on the 
bed. "Damnit, Marty, I'm so hot I can hardly stand it!" 

Martin quickly obeyed, glancing furtively at his watch to see exactly how 
late for their appointment this was going to make them, and shyly turning 
his back while he removed his undershorts. 

"Why do you always face away from me when you undress?" she challenged him 
as he slid quickly under the covers. "I think your body is beautiful and I 
like to see it." As if to illustrate her point, the lusty young woman threw 
the blankets back, leaving the two of them lying stark naked on the sheet. 
"And I like to see your lovely big cock too," she assured him crudely. 
"Especially when it gets all hard and stiff like it is now. Ooooh, I'd like 
to give it a kiss!" 

Martin blushed deeply and tried to wiggle away, but his wife was too fast 
for him and before he could stop her, Tess had quickly ducked her head into 
his loins and planted a hot wet kiss on the tip of his long hard shaft, 
causing his hips to jerk convulsively. The school teacher also did not like 
to hear his wife refer to his genital organ as a "cock" since he had been 
educated to call it a "penis" and to believe that all other words were 
vulgar and indecent. Tess had been raised on the wrong side of the tracks as 
far as Vine Street was concerned, and she had picked up some of this dirty 
talk from her late father, who had been a well-known alcoholic and 
woman-chaser in his day. 

"Please, Tess," he pleaded in embarrassment, trying to maneuver her into a 
more conventional love-making position. Martin preferred to lie side-by-side 
with his wife when they had intercourse because it seemed to be a gender, 
more civilized way to manage things. Sometimes, however, Tess got especially 
excited and climbed on top of him, straddling his body with her smoothly 
tapered thighs, his long lust-stiffened shaft buried deep inside her wetly 
clasping vagina. 

"Come on, Marty," she prodded him, covering his chest with wet hungry 
kisses. "Let's do something dirty tonight. I feel like something a little 
bit different. Don't you know any perversions?" 

Martin grew redder in the face as he listened to this wildly erotic talk. Of 
course he knew of certain "perversions", having heard men joke about things 
like "blow-jobs" and "sixty-nine", but they were certainly not the kind of 
thing a respectable husband did with his wife. 

"Well... " he stammered unhappily, never having known just how to handle 
this red-headed bundle of sexual energy when she was really turned on like 
this. "I... I can't "Did you like it when I kissed your cock?" she asked 
him, her voice suddenly going very soft as she caressed his thighs with her 
hands, her head lying on his hard flat stomach. 

"Well, yes," he was forced to admit. There had been a funny electric tingle 
which had raced up his spinal column when she had put her soft red lips over 
the thick smooth foreskin on his long uncircumcised penis. 

"Would you like me to kiss it some more?" she whispered, moving her head 
slightly farther down his torso in the direction of his manfully stirring 
cock. Martin was suffering an agony of embarrassment at this lurid 
suggestion, half-wanting to go ahead and half-convinced that such a thing 
was almost unnatural. 

"I could even... you know... I could even put it inside my mouth," she 
breathed at him softly. "We never did that before and... it might be fun." 
Without waiting for her husband's response, Tess slid her face closer and 
closer to Martin's bulging cock-head, her lips slightly parted as she 
prepared to accept it delicately up into the cavity of her mouth. 

"No, no... " he groaned, reaching down with his hands to restrain her. "I 
don't think we'd better." 

"Why, baby?" asked Tess dreamily, stroking his hard quivering penis with her 
hands as they talked. "I don't really mind, and I've heard that it gives a 
man a lot of pleasure. Shouldn't we at least try it?" 

"It's just that... I'm afraid that I would... I mean, if it happened to me 
and it probably would, you know, I wouldn't want it to happen inside your 
mouth," Martin babbled hastily, mixing up his words in his effort to explain 
his reluctance. 

Tess, her body now practically quaking with unsatiated carnal lust, 
straightened out her long, finely tapered legs and spun around agilely on 
her buttocks so that her knees were lying beside her husband's head and her 
face rested comfortably on his thigh. Upside down like this, they looked at 
each other for a long minute before the avidly desirous young woman broke 
the silence. 

"I wouldn't care," she burst out passionately. "I'd want you to cum in my 
mouth! I want you to explode in my lips so I could feel every bit of it! It 
would be... such an intimate way to make you cum!" 

"But afterwards," objected Martin nervously. "Afterwards I wouldn't be able 
to make love to you and you wouldn't be satisfied. It would be unfair and 
I'd be getting all the pleasure." 

"No," corrected his luscious red-haired wife. "After you came, you could-if 
you wanted to-you could do the same thing to me and make me cum that way." 

"I don't get it," responded the school teacher stupidly. "How could I 
possibly do the same thing to you?" 

Tess groaned inwardly as her young husband missed the point. She loved 
Martin desperately and he had done so much for her since they had married, 
improving her mind and bringing her to live in his lovely old ancestral 
home. And he was a good lover, soft and very gentle, but hopelessly 
unimaginative. In two years of marriage, she had finally gotten him to 
accept the idea that it was not a mortal sin if she got on top instead of 
the everlasting dullness of the missionary position. Now she was trying to 
move him a step further, but it was not working very well. 

And it was so embarrassing for her to have to teach him things that men 
normally discovered on their own. Martin had been a virgin until the day of 
their marriage, while Tess had been somewhat less than virginal, but the 
naive young school teacher had been too ignorant to notice the difference. 
But she was terrified lest it occur to him to ask or wonder how it was she 
knew so much about sex, or begin to suspect that she had gone to bed with a 
number of older and more experienced men before she had fallen in love with 
him. 

"Well, darling, I've read-you know how these women's magazines are-that some 
husbands like to kiss their wives between the legs and the wife sometimes 
likes it too," she made one last effort. 

"You mean I could make it happen to you if I kissed you between the legs?" 
replied Martin, apparently shocked by the idea. 

"Oh, Martin, darling, there are all kinds of ways to make a woman cum!" she 
informed him, now getting a little irritated. Goddamn, she was thinking 
impatiently. It's nice to have a faithful husband, but sometimes he acts as 
if sex were invented last year by the Ford Foundation and still in the 
experimental stage. "We should try some different ways, lover." 

Perplexed, Martin Edwards let his eyes roam over the lust-inciting body of 
the woman he had married. There was no question in his mind that she was an 
extraordinary woman, and he had never for a moment regretted going against 
his father's advice and marrying her. Tess was a long-bodied girl with the 
smooth white skin which red-heads often have, and unusually wide-spaced 
breasts, voluptuously rounded and provocative which brought envious stares 
from other men every time they appeared in public together. She was a good 
housekeeper and conversationalist, and he enjoyed living with her. 

But she read the damnedest things in those women's magazines! Now she wanted 
him to do this unmentionable thing with his penis and then put his head down 
between her legs and kiss the hair-covered mound of her pubis! 

On the other hand, he considered, the idea had possibilities, even if it did 
seem a trifle abnormal and immoral. He pondered the prospect, studying the 
fleshy open lips of his wife's tantalizingly inviting pussy lips and the 
quivering pink button of her swollen little clitoris. It wouldn't hurt to 
try, he decided, slowly bending his head to plant a kiss on the moist 
red-rimmed lips of her vagina. 

But Tess had already given up hope. 

"Oh, forget it!" she snapped irritably, having tired of his continual delay. 
"If you really think lightning is going to strike, we can do it the way 
grandma and grandpa did!" And pulling her legs up beneath her, the lusty 
red-haired woman spun around so that she was face-to-face with her puzzled 
husband. Martin rolled meekly onto his back, vaguely aware that he had been 
offered a very special kind of challenge and somehow dropped the ball. But 
he closed his eyes as Tess swung one leg across his body, lowering herself 
into position and impaling herself agilely on his long stiff penis. 

* * * 

Will Benson caught his wife in a flying tackle as she emerged naked from the 
bathroom, her wet nubile form draped in a large bath towel. 

"Oh!" she cried in fright as the momentum from his body carried her 
helplessly across the room to the bed where they collapsed in a tangle of 
arms, legs and bath towel. "Not again! Will, the Edwardses will be here any 
minute now. We've got to get dressed. We won't be ready in time!" 

"Ever see anyone readier than I am?" joked the tall muscular salesman, 
kneeling up straight over his unwilling wife and allowing her eyes to rest 
upon his long rigidly distended member waving over her head like a menacing 
sword. 

"That's not what I mean," Sarah protested weakly. "You're always ready as 
far as that's concerned. But suppose they ring the doorbell and we're both 
still stark naked?" 

"No problem," grinned Will Benson lecherously. "We'll just move over to one 
side of the bed and invite them to join us for an evening of pleasant 
fucking, with maybe a swap at ten-thirty. Does that appeal to you?" As he 
spoke, the hard-bodied lustful man flattened his pretty brown-haired wife 
spread-eagled on the bed, slipping his legs between hers and swiftly 
positioning himself to penetrate her. 

"What a terrible thing to say!" protested his shocked young wife as she 
tried to squirm away from him. "Besides, we've already made love once 
today." 

"Don't worry, baby," he assured her crudely, pinning her to the mattress 
with brute force. "Fucking is one thing they can't put a limit on and today 
we're going to have a double-header. Come on, Sarah, loosen up and let's 
fuck!" 

"Oh, don't use that word," Sarah objected, her lush smooth body trembling a 
little as she felt the surface of his hard swollen cock plow brusquely into 
the moist brown triangle of pussy hair up between her legs and maneuver 
around, searching for the opening to her tightly-clasped vaginal canal. "Sex 
is something beautiful and sacred between a husband and wife and we 
shouldn't joke about it. The Good Lord is watching us." 

"Sounds like a dirty old man to me," cracked Will sarcastically. "He oughta 
mind his own damn business!" 

Will was slightly put off by his wife's constant moralizing whenever he was 
feeling lusty, but he decided he was not going to allow it to ruin his fun. 
If she wants to lie there like a limp noodle, that's her business, he 
grumbled to himself, but when Will Benson needs to get his rocks off, he 
needs fucking and not a lecture on the Good Lord and the sanctity of marital 
sex! 

The hard-talking, aggressive salesman levered up over his submissively 
quivering young wife, grinning in sadistic pleasure as he guided his hotly 
pulsing cock forward, using the thick rubbery tip to separate the full 
fleshy lips of her trembling cunt. Sarah had turned her head to one side 
with an air of resigned martyrdom, closing her eyes as she felt the first 
throbbing contact between her husband's relentless assault weapon and the 
smooth, delicate folds of her vaginal opening. 

A wife's job is subjugation, she told herself piously. A woman must always 
submit to her man's desires without complaining, and she compliantly spread 
her legs a little farther apart, hoping that he would not hurt her too much 
when he came skewering into her sensitive and unprepared little vagina. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" she gasped, feeling the first tinges of painfully insistent 
pressure as Will's muscular cock tried to penetrate the tight elastic lips 
of her cuntal hole. 

Will had a slight sadistic streak in him and he liked to hear a woman 
moaning when he entered her, believing that she would not enjoy it later if 
he did not hurt her at least a little to start with. And he liked to come 
into his wife's quivering body with a sudden rush, so he gathered his knees 
under him to achieve a better balance, rocking forward with a powerful 
movement, and pushed hard. 

"Aggggh!" she choked, trying not to scream aloud lest the neighbors should 
hear, but unable to keep from groaning as her husband's hips slid savagely 
forward and his unusually thick cock stormed into the frail moist flesh of 
her cunt. The interior flesh of her tightly cringing vagina was pushed 
forcibly along ahead of his stampeding cock in rippling little waves of 
hurt, and' the hard-bodied lusty salesman piled into her until he had buried 
his pulsating male hardness to the hilt. 

"Oh God!" she moaned. The Benson's had been married for over a year, but 
Sarah had still not adapted to the incredible sensation she felt whenever 
Will stabbed into her like this. He was all the way up inside of her now, 
she could tell, and the obscene slap of his hairy balls against her 
unprotected buttocks was still echoing in her ears. She could feel the harsh 
unforgiving pressure of his huge blood-filled cockhead against the 
tenderness of her delicate cervix, high up inside the mysterious recess of 
her body, and the young housewife knew that every inch of her was filled 
with his bulging male-flesh. 

Sarah lay limply on the bed, her legs sprawled apart and her arms passively 
outstretched as Will began to fuck into her firm, pliant young body with 
long jarring strokes calculated to turn her on sooner or later. 

If she only didn't lie there like a rag oil, the salesman grumbled to 
himself discontentedly as he skewered into her time after time, using every 
muscle in his powerful body to thrust hi hungering penis as far up into her 
cuntal softness as possible. A girl who's built like a million dollars ought 
to be a better screw than Sarah is! What the hell is wrong with her?-She 
gets uptight if I suggest anything but straight normal sex and she 
apparently thinks that people should only fuck every other Sunday, providing 
it doesn't rain! 

Determined to force some kind of reaction, Benson slipped both hands beneath 
the softly moving cheeks of her firm-flexing buttocks, lifting her clear off 
the bed and allowing his hard surging cock to enter her at a different 
higher angle, penetrating her punished body to greater and greater depths. 
Sarah noticed that the pain was gone now, almost entirely replaced by a 
floating velvety sensation as the natural secretions of her body began to 
flow, moistening his swiftly plunging rod. The pious young wife felt that it 
was shameless and undignified for a woman to let herself go in bed, but she 
found to her dismay that it was becoming impossible to control the jerking, 
quivering movements of her legs. 

"Like it, lady?" Will asked her crudely, grinning down at her from above as 
he fucked confidently into her now openly flowering cunt. 

"Yes, Will," she answered obediently, her voice a little husky with 
gathering passion. "But I'm still worried that the Edwards are going to 
arrive." 

"Forget them, damnit!" her husband ordered savagely, slamming into her again 
with extra violence. To make her forget about the evening of socializing 
ahead of them, the burly young salesman threw her legs over his shoulders 
and pressed forward on his knees so that his young wife's gently tapered 
thighs were crushed back against the full flaccid mounds of her breasts and 
he loomed devil-like over her helplessly prostrated body. 

A sly smile of triumph crept over his face as he saw that this new lewd 
tactic of his was succeeding. She was hopelessly impaled now, the entire 
plane of her cunt spread open to the brutal savagery of his blunt attack, 
and he fucked his way in and out of her faster and faster as mewls and hums 
of passionate servile acceptance came spilling involuntarily from her 
sensually parted lips. 

With his one free hand, he reached down lecherously between her 
widely-spread legs and began to play with the tender swollen button of her 
clitoris, stimulating the sensation-packed little organ with a finger 
moistened by the orgiastic secretions now flowing freely from her softly 
palpitating cunt. 

No question about it now, he decided happily. This little gal is on her way. 
She's going to be blowing up like a hand-grenade in a minute or two and I 
don't figure on being far behind her. 

The scene was the age-old picture of woman being subjugated by man and 
Will's over-stimulated young wife could no longer control her voluptuously 
writhing body as he slaved over her. She was chanting insanely every time he 
fucked powerfully into her and Will could feel her legs tighten over his 
shoulders as she struggled to force him farther and farther up into her 
wildly-clasping pussy. Sarah's full lust-inciting breasts were heaving 
wildly and the tiny hardened peaks of her nipples were digging fiercely into 
his naked chest. 

Feeling her open up to him like never before, Will grunted and doubled the 
tempo of his strokes, grinding his punishing rod of male flesh deep into the 
previously untouched recesses of her womb. She was going to cum any second 
now and so was he! They were going to make it together, he told himself 
excitedly, and it looked like a dual cum to be remembered. 

Then the doorbell rang! 

"Let it ring!" he ordered through clenched teeth, cursing beneath his breath 
at this unwelcome interruption. The doorbell sounded again. And again. 
Insistently. 

"Will, it's Tess and Martin," his wife gasped, still unbearably stimulated 
but slowly sliding back from the heights of her emotion. Her lithe supple 
legs eased off his shoulders as if they were already finished and Will could 
feel her body contracting and cooling. They had almost made it, but not 
quite. 

"We've got to go and let them in," Sarah insisted. "It's rude to let them 
stand out there wondering if we're home or not." 

"It's even ruder to interrupt a man who's about to cum!" grumbled the 
salesman blackly, feeling his cock slide uncontrollably away from the orgasm 
which had been so close. His poor disappointed penis began to shrink, 
despite a few desperate plunges into Sarah's rapidly cooling body. 

But it was no use. The doorbell kept ringing and the frustrated man finally 
rolled off his wife to allow her to spring from the bed, hop into her 
clothing and dart for the door. 

* * * 

"Maybe they're not home," said Martin, a puzzled tone in his voice. Nobody 
seems to be coming." 

"No, I hear someone moving around in there," decided Tess, pricking up her 
ears. "Most likely they weren't expecting us to be on time. You're the only 
one I know who insists on arriving exactly at the moment we're invited to 
arrive. Probably screwing and we interrupted them." 

"Tess! What a thing to say!" 

"Oh, come off it," Tess told him sarcastically. 

"I didn't accuse them of plotting to overthrow the government. They're 
married and a little love-making is legal after the wedding, even though you 
don't seem quite convinced of the fact. Will Benson looks to me like one 
hell of a man and I bet he tires poor Sarah out." 

"Implying naturally that I am not one hell of a man who never tires you 
out!" Martin snapped back at her angrily. 

"Implying nothing of the kind. I'm just making idle conversation until they 
get their underwear on and answer the door. What's eating you tonight, 
anyway?" 

"Nothing," her husband grumbled. "I just can't understand why sex is all of 
a sudden the only thing you can think about. It's those terrible novels you 
read." 

"Shhhh," she placed a warning finger to her lips. "Here comes someone." 

Sarah Benson answered the door, her cheeks a little red with embarrassment, 
and forced a smile as she welcomed the Edwards into the living room. The two 
couples had been friends for almost a year now and they had fallen into the 
habit of always including each other in their respective social lives. 
Martin, who had a good head for figures, advised Will on his income tax 
returns. Will Benson, on the other hand, was an expert mechanic and the two 
men habitually spent Saturday afternoons together tinkering with their cars. 
The two women soon became bosom chums, despite the fact that Sarah was 
frequently a little shocked by Tess' frank and sometimes profane language. 

"Hope we didn't interrupt anything," Tess said saucily, noting the 
embarrassment on Sarah's face and the fact that Will was still tucking his 
shirt into his pants as he emerged from the bedroom. 

"S'okay, folks," the aggressive, tough-talking salesman assured them with a 
lewd wink. "If it hadn't been you guys, it would have been something else. 
Seems every time I get in the saddle these days, something has to come along 
to ruin my concentration." 

"Will, what a way to talk!" exclaimed Sarah, shock in her voice and her 
cheeks coloring even more. "Can't we have any family secrets?" 

"Nah, not with the Edwards," denied Will Benson, situating himself behind 
the bar and preparing to mix drinks for his guests. "First of all, they can 
probably hear our bed squeaking clear into their living room and you two 
broads probably compare notes on our performances every morning during those 
kaffee klatschas you have." 

"We do not!" exclaimed the moral-minded Sarah, now really beginning to be 
angry with her brash frank-talking husband. "What do you say, Sarah? Shall 
we give them report cards on their love-making the way Martin does for his 
students?" 

"Hate to break up all this dirty talk, girls, but we have to make a very 
important decision here: what are we drinking?" Will Benson put four glasses 
on the bar and reached into a bucket for ice cubes. This gesture broke the 
atmosphere of tension and the four friends were shortly to be found, drinks 
in hand, seated comfortably around the fireplace, admiring Martin's efforts 
as a fire-builder. They had enjoyed many evenings like this one over the 
past year. Sarah filled everyone in on the news about her church and 
social-work activities, while Will, her husband, clowned and told slightly 
off-color jokes which got funnier and dirtier as the evening progressed. 

Martin talked about current events and books he had recently read, while 
Tess chattered happily about every subject under the sun. 

"Well, if we can't talk dirty, what shall we talk about?" Tess wanted to 
know, crossing her legs provocatively, despite the fact that she was wearing 
one of her habitual miniskirts. Will Benson, his unsatisfied cock still 
twitching unhappily in his pants, followed her movements with his avid 
glance. When Tess looked up and caught his eye, the young red-haired woman 
realized that her husband's friend had been studying her smooth milk-white 
thighs greedily. But instead of looking away, Will continued to stare and 
Tess winked back at him with coy amusement, without changing her position or 
adjusting her skirt. 

I wonder if my good friend Martin realizes what a prize he's got, Will asked 
himself, exchanging a private smile with the beautiful red-haired woman. 
Tess always looks as if she's ready to go and willing to do anything. Funny 
though, because Martin doesn't look like the type for a really hot little 
babe like her. 

"Well, we could talk about books," proposed Martin, who was the intellectual 
of the group. "I've just finished one on American foreign policy which 
really makes some shocking revelations about our foreign aid program." 

"Sounds dull as dishwater," volunteered Tess frankly. "You should see the 
book I've been reading! I'll pass it around as soon as I've finished with 
it." 

"What's it about?" questioned Sarah with interest, a little glad that 
someone had saved them from one of Martin's lectures on foreign politics. 

"It's about the sexual problems of modern women," Tess explained brightly. 
"The authoress says that... " 

"We're back to talking dirty again," interrupted her husband, a little put 
out at having been cut off before he had had a chance to explain some of the 
more shocking revelations about American foreign policy. 

"No, this isn't really dirty," maintained Will, who normally dropped out of 
discussions when they turned to intellectual matters. "I've been doing some 
reading on the subject too, and I've become convinced that what we need 
these days is a wider and franker discussion of our sex lives." 

"What good would it do?" objected Martin, who sincerely believed that 
"love-making", as he called it, was not a proper subject for conversation, 
except possibly with one's minister or doctor. 

"Well, let's put it this way," explained Will, plunging into the subject 
with enthusiasm. "When I got mixed up with my tax returns, I came directly 
to you and you straightened me out, like the good friend you are. As a 
result you know all about my income, the mortgage on the house, how much I 
spend on food and where I bought our furniture. Right? But if either one of 
us had a sexual problem, it would never occur to us to discuss it with each 
other, the way we could discuss our income tax." 

Martin looked dubious, but he nodded, curious to see where this argument was 
taking them. 

"That's just what my book said," added Tess, energetically, happy to see 
that she had an ally in what was probably going to be a real argument. 
"We're still all involved in those terrible medieval prejudices about sex 
and love, so we miss out on half the fun. We may live in the twentieth 
century as far as rockets to the moon are concerned, but we're still in the 
dark ages in sexual matters." 

There was a moment's silence while the company digested this barrage of 
opinions. Sarah was feeling a little ill at ease because earlier, in her 
haste to answer the door, she had quickly thrown on a sweater and a skirt 
without bothering for the moment with underclothes. Now she was 
uncomfortably aware that Martin could see her breasts pressing provocatively 
against the thin woolen knit of her sweater and for some reason, her 
persistent little nipples refused to become soft and flat as they normally 
were. Whether it was the session in the bedroom, the drinks, or the lurid 
conversation they were presently conducting, she could not say, but she knew 
that both her pointed little nipples were standing up like soldiers on 
parade and she felt that the others in the room could hardly fail to notice. 
Yet at this point, it would make matters worse were she to retire to the 
bedroom and put on a brassiere. 

"I'm not sure I agree," she spoke up, suddenly breaking the silence. "I 
don't think I have any prejudices about sex. Naturally, I don't believe in 
promiscuity, but normal sexual relations between husband and wife are okay 
as far as I'm concerned." 

"But what do you think is normal?" charged Tess, tucking her legs under her 
and rising up on her knees as her enthusiasm for the subject grew. "Do you 
approve of oral-genital sex, for example?" 

"I'm not sure exactly what it is," confessed the timid brunette woman shyly, 
regretting that she had said anything at all. "In fact, I'm sorry I opened 
my mouth." 

Tess and Will both exploded into uproarious laughter at this unfortunate 
choice of words, while even Martin failed to suppress a grin, his cheeks 
reddening at the same time. Sarah looked mystified at all this hilarity and 
slightly irritated at being the object of a joke she did not understand. 

"That's what oral-genital sex is all about," Benson explained to his puzzled 
wife. "You start by opening your mouth." 

"Of course it should work both ways," explained Tess, behaving as if she 
were the school teacher instead of her husband. "According to my book, the 
man should prepare a woman for intercourse by stimulating her clitoris with 
his lips and tongue while she excites his penis with her mouth... " 

"Tess, for Christ's sake what are you saying!" demanded a shocked Martin 
Edwards, now really angry at the way his wife was saying these indecent 
things in front of other people. His wife had always been saucy and frank in 
conversations-in fact, it was part of her charm-but now the joke had gone 
too far. 

"No, let her talk," interrupted Will Benson eagerly. "We're all adults here 
and this is the twentieth century. Sex is something which concerns us all 
and there's no reason why we shouldn't discuss it openly. And besides, 
Martin, I think you and Sarah are being naive. I bet half the kids in your 
high school know what a blow-job is, and so do you, even if you've never had 
one." 

"Who says I've never had one?" Martin shot back angrily. Sometimes this 
aggressive, super-confident salesman got under his skin. 

"Well, have you?" challenged Will, a slight smile on his lips as he awaited 
his friend's answer. 

"No," admitted the school teacher. "But it's not because I don't know 
anything about sex. It's just that I would never ask my wife to do such a 
depraved immoral thing." 

"You can ask me anytime you want, lover," Tess informed him with a 
mischievous grin. "I think it would be fun!" 

"Tess! Really, since when have you gotten all these insane ideas in your 
head?" roared her husband, now becoming really upset. 

"Martin-darling, these aren't insane ideas," the redhead assured him, moving 
closer to him on the couch and running her fingers affectionately through 
his light sandy hair. "And all of this goes to prove what I've been saying. 
Sometimes one spouse doesn't even know what the other spouse is thinking 
about sex, and we all need to discuss our feelings openly and honestly. 
Actually, the more I think about it, maybe Sarah is the freest one here!" 

"What do you mean?" asked the timid brown-haired woman suspiciously, 
bewildered by all this lurid, depraved talk about a subject she scarcely 
permitted herself to imagine. 

"Well, I notice that tonight you're not wearing a brassiere," commented 
Tess, smiling brightly at her friend. "Now I think that's marvelous! You 
know I haven't got much use for these Women's Liberation nuts, but they have 
one good idea as far as bras are concerned. I think you look just beautiful 
without one and you have very lovely breasts. And Martin thinks so too 
because he's been staring at them all evening." 

"Tess, I have not been... " Martin began to stammer, suffering from acute 
embarrassment and knowing in his heart that his wife's observation was 
completely true. 

"Now calm down, calm down," advised Will Benson in a soothing tone of voice. 
"Tess is perfectly right on all counts. Sarah does have a great pair of tits 
and Martin would be out of his head if he didn't stare at them." 

"Now, Will, I assure you that.:. " Martin tried again, afraid that his 
friend was going to get angry, but the salesman cut him off with a friendly 
smile. 

"And why should I be annoyed? If she has a good body, it was made to be 
looked at, at the very least. If I had my way, I'd invite the entire 
neighborhood in to see her stark naked," he commented, draining his glass 
and getting the bottle to pour them all a refill. His wife was horribly 
embarrassed by this whole line of conversation, but she saw no reason why 
she should let her husband and Tess get away with always having the upper 
hand. 

"All right" she announced in her usual quiet voice. "I think that turn-about 
is fair play. "If you're so enthusiastic about people's breasts, why are you 
wearing a brassiere, Tess? Seems to me you're inconsistent. Your husband 
gets to look at me, but poor Will here gets cheated." 

"Sarah, you're absolutely right," decided Tess, getting off the couch and 
kneeling in front of the fire place with her back to her friends. "I've been 
wanting to burn this damn uncomfortable thing for ages now." And before 
Martin could stop her, she had pulled up her sweater, reached quickly behind 
her and unfastened the snaps of her brassiere and pulled it free of her 
body, giving her three companions a fleeting view of her two amply 
full-pointed breasts. With an abrupt motion, she tossed the garment into the 
flames and pulled the sweater back down over her naked bosom. 

"There," she said with an air of satisfaction, her breasts swaying 
provocatively as she turned to face her friends. "Anything else you want me 
to take off?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The next morning, Martin pecked Tess lightly on the cheek, finished his 
coffee, tucked his school books under his arm, and, precisely at fifteen 
minutes before nine, left the house for his customary walk down Vine Street 
to the high school where he taught. Feeling moody and vaguely depressed, 
Tess pushed a stray lock of her fiery red hair out of her eyes and began 
lethargically cleaning up the breakfast dishes and putting them in the sink. 
The morning paper had arrived and her coffee was getting cold, but somehow 
she did not feel much like reading about all the murders, robberies and wars 
which had occurred in the past twenty-four hours, and the stunningly 
attractive redhead wandered through the house day-dreaming, still clad only 
in the light filmy nightgown she had worn to bed. 

The argument at the Bensons' the night before had gone on until the small 
hours of the morning without anyone budging an inch from his or her original 
idea on the subject. Her husband, Martin, and Will Benson's wife, Sarah, had 
maintained to the last that sex was something private and sacred, not to be 
talked about as if it were a normal everyday affair, and that the peculiar 
sexual positions and acts described by Tess were simply not acceptable to 
moral God-fearing people. 

Fortunately, no tempers had been lost, but she and Will had gone on 
insisting that intelligent adults should be able to discuss these things 
openly and frankly. However, in the end no one had convinced anyone else of 
anything. 

Staring out of her living room window, Tess looked across at the Benson 
house, watching Sarah leave to spend the day doing volunteer charity work. 
Will was out behind the house, digging in his garden and stripped to the 
waist because the morning sun had already grown warm. Hidden in the shadows, 
Tess felt a tinge of guilt as she watched the rippling muscles in the 
salesman's broad lean back, but then she recalled what she had been so 
stoutly claiming the previous night. Bodies were beautiful and made to be 
looked at. Will Benson was a strong, well-built young man and there was no 
reason why a normal woman could not enjoy looking at him if she wanted to. 

But the sight of the good-looking salesman continued to upset her for some 
reason, and the dissatisfied young housewife decided to get dressed. 
Stripping off her nightie, she examined her own naked lush figure in the 
full-length mirror, noting that her skin was still quite pale, despite the 
fact that they were almost half-way through the summer. 

What you need is a couple of hours in the sun, she told herself, and instead 
of putting on her normal clothes, she climbed into a bikini bathing suit and 
then slipped a jumper on over it. Tucking a blanket under her arm, Tess 
headed out the back door, waving to Will Benson who looked up from his 
digging to shout a "good-morning" at her from his own backyard. 

Behind the two houses at the end of Vine Street, there were several acres of 
wooded land, and Tess knew about an open grassy area which was perfect for a 
little private sunbathing. When she arrived after two minutes' walk, the sun 
was pouring down strong and it was an absolute pleasure to strip off the hot 
jumper she had worn and stretch out peacefully on the blanket with the book 
she was reading about the sexual problems of modern women. 

Then, as an after-thought, she removed the brassiere top of the bikini and 
breathed a sigh of happy relief as her ripe, heavy womanly breasts escaped 
from the confinement of the restricting cups. No one can see me here, she 
decided contentedly, and within another minute, the flame-haired young woman 
was deep in her book, lying comfortably in her stomach. 

"Getting together some ammunition for tonight's argument, I see," commented 
Will Benson as he emerged from the trees. The Bensons and Edwards had once 
held a joint picnic in this grassy clearing and the two families regarded it 
as common territory. 

"Oh! Oh, hi Will," responded Tess, starting a little in surprise and rising 
up on her elbows with the book on sex covering her full tempting breasts. 
"You scared me for a minute." 

"Sorry, I thought you heard me stomping through the woods," explained her 
neighbor, settling himself on one corner of the blanket and stretching out 
comfortably. Will was still stripped to the waist and his nearness made Tess 
a trifle nervous. 

"Maybe I'd better slip my jumper on," she stammered. "We redheads burn so 
easily." 

The hard-bodied confident young salesman put his head back and laughed aloud 
at her discomfort. "I thought it was all a big act," he chuckled. "I might 
have known you didn't really mean what you said about bodies being 
beautiful." 

"I meant every word of it," snapped Tess, a little irritated at his 
know-it-all attitude. 

"Then why are you in such a hurry to get dressed?" he jeered at her. "You're 
just as shy about your body as a thirteen-year-old virgin." 

"Will Benson, how can you say such a thing?" she retorted, now getting a 
little angry. "Your Sarah is the one who's really embarrassed about sex. I 
think bodies are meant to be enjoyed!" 

"I agree with you one hundred percent," Will shot back at her with a 
lecherous grin. "So why are you going to hide yours under that ridiculous 
jumper? I haven't got X-ray vision. Come on, let's have a cigarette and 
finish our conversation from last night." 

Tess realized that she had been thoroughly out-argued, and in fact, the more 
she thought about it, the more it seemed to her that her neighbor was 
perfectly right. You have to have the courage of your convictions, she told 
herself with determination. Now stop behaving like a child! 

Will lit a pair of cigarettes while Tess took a deep breath and rolled over 
on her side to take one of them from his hand, deliberately exposing her two 
pendulous brown-tipped breasts to his desirous eyes. 

The successful young salesman lasciviously surveyed her half-naked 
lust-inciting body with pleasure. Benson rarely returned from one of his 
numerous sales trips without having scored a sexual conquest or two while 
away, but he had never laid eyes on anyone as sensationally-built as Tess. 
His neighbor had an unusually voluptuous body, slender in the waist and 
legs, but super-endowed in the bosom so that she looked almost top-heavy 
like one of the models in a men's magazine. Now, as he studied her, the 
girl's tiny bud-like nipples began to harden and expand under his steady 
gaze, revealing that this experience was having some effect upon her as 
well. 

"Goddamn," he swore softly. "I sure wish you weren't my best friend's wife." 

"Ah, if my body upsets you Will, I can always get dressed," Tess offered, 
still a little nervous about lying half naked next to her girlfriend's 
husband. 

"It upsets me so much that I'd like to see even more of it," Benson found 
himself saying before he could get a hold on himself. 

"You're pretty overdressed to be making me do all the stripping," Tess shot 
back challengingly, a strange erotic quiver running up and down her 
backbone. We must not make love, she was telling herself in wild confusion, 
knowing in her heart that the die was already cast. Will Benson fiddled with 
the zipper on his pants and then rolled on his back to wiggle free of his 
clothing. When he was totally naked, he turned back towards her, his heavy 
fleshy cock already half-erected. Tess drew her breath in sharply as her 
eyes fell upon his awesome instrument. 

"My God," she gulped, speaking before she could think about the wisdom of 
her words. "You're absolutely huge!" 

"We shouldn't be doing this!" Will muttered sincerely as his trembling hand 
swept over her smooth white hips and he began to draw the bikini bottom down 
over her cream-like tapered thighs. "Christ, you're beautiful!" 

Things seemed to have gotten completely out of control and Tess Edwards 
genuinely wanted to be faithful to Martin, but suddenly all the accumulated 
dissatisfaction with her husband's inadequate love-making bubbled up inside 
her and the only thing she could think of was the sensual magic Will Benson 
could perform with that massive, gradually stiffening rod of flesh which 
hovered between them. Softly, she touched it with her hands and the panting 
young wife felt a warm glow sweep over her as it jerked up into a full-scale 
erection, excited by the tenderness of her fingers. 

"We cannot do this to Martin and Sarah," Will said aloud, but he was already 
too aroused to hold himself back. Without realizing it, he had been desiring 
this luscious shapely redhead for a long time, too long, and now the dam was 
about to burst. Some temptations were just too powerful to be overcome! 
Every man had his breaking point, and this was his! 

With a growl of undisguised lust, the black-haired salesman flung his hard 
body on top of hers, ripping away the frail flimsy fabric of her bathing 
suit almost as an afterthought. 

"If we're going to sin," Tess gasped as Will thrust his hot searing tongue 
down into her throat, "then let's do it right! Do everything to me Will, 
everything you can't do to Sarah! All the things Martin won't do to me!" 

Her slave-like submission almost drove him insane with lust and the 
aggressive young man slavered over her wildly, biting the rosy buds of her 
nipples with his sharp white teeth until she cried out with pain, and then 
running his hot burning tongue wetly down through the entrancing valley 
between her mountainous breasts. She writhed beneath him, groaning with 
passion as he teased around inside her navel with his lips and then crouched 
up between her wildly-spread knees and thrust his face boldly into the 
reddish mound of pussy hair up between her trembling white thighs. 

"Oh, kiss me there," she moaned happily. "Martin never does and I love it!" 
Will needed no more explicit encouragement than that! The pink moist flesh 
of her nakedly willing vagina was offered up to his dazzled vision like some 
pagan sacrifice and the young salesman lost no time in going to work on it. 
With a slow torturous motion of his thumbs, Will deliberately forced apart 
the quivering wet lips of her pussy, exposing to his bulging eyes the moist 
pink slit of her delicate vagina. For a moment, he simply stared, drinking 
in the sight like a cat studying a mouse. Then, with a savage groan, he 
pounced, with one ferocious jab twisting his tongue snake-like up into the 
warm, involuntarily-clasping depths of her cunt. 

"Aaaaggghhh!" she cried in a strange mixture of shame and pleasure, her body 
convulsing suddenly as the unfamiliar electric sensations rocketed through 
her lust-wracked nervous system. Tess lifted her head up off the blanket, 
looking down over her spread-eagled body with amazement at this incredible 
thing which was happening to her. She was being eaten by her husband's best 
friend! She knew that it was shameful and humiliating to be pinned to the 
ground like this and slavered over by this wildly sensual man, but the 
red-headed woman wallowed jubilantly in the degradation being heaped upon 
her. 

And she had asked for it! 

The lewd sensation was becoming more maddening by the moment as Will 
slobbered recklessly into her churning, bucking, over-stimulated body. Tess 
realized she was losing control, slowly but surely, but never in her wildest 
dreams had she ever imagined it would be like this. Random ridiculous 
thoughts of her loyal, well-meaning husband filtered crazily through her 
mind, gradually merging with wilder and wilder erotic fantasies. She had 
never intended to let things go this far! How could she ever face Martin 
again after she had voluntarily spread her legs and allowed Will Benson to 
degrade her like this? And on a' blanket in the middle of the woods! What 
was wrong with her? 

She had never completely realized that such defilement was possible, but now 
it was ten times Worse, knowing that she herself had asked for it, even 
begged for it! 

Will's eyes never left Tess' anguished face as he crouched nakedly between 
her nakedly trembling legs and slavered animal-like over her openly clasping 
cuntal flesh, his tongue darting far up into the secret recesses of her 
body. 

But Benson also was having problems with his conscience, even though this 
aggressive and successful young man knew that it was far too late to turn 
back now. We never should have started this business in the first place, he 
thought savagely, but now that we've started it, we're going to have to 
finish it. And what the hell, a man needs a really good fuck with a lusty 
woman every once in awhile! He could feel her body opening up and 
surrendering submissively to him, and the hard-bodied muscular young husband 
vowed he was going to do everything he'd ever wanted to do to a woman, no 
matter how obscene and depraved it was. 

And now's a good time to start, he decided, as a pathetic groan from Tess' 
lips told him that his beautiful red-haired neighbor was gradually slipping 
beyond all resistance. Shifting his position slightly, Benson worked his 
hands beneath the firmly flexing half-moons of her buttocks, lifting her 
body up to his ravenous mouth and simultaneously forcing her soft milk-white 
thighs even farther apart to expose the whole flat plane of her pussy to his 
lecherous eyes. 

Here's something you won't find in your book, he grinned to himself as he 
flicked his hotly searing tongue over the tightly puckered hole of her anus, 
already moistened by the orgiastic secretions issuing uncontrollably from 
her gently palpitating cunt. 

"Ohhhh!" she groaned as the unexpected and unnatural contact jolted her and 
the wet surface of his lewdly probing tongue darted around the tiny elastic 
circle of her cringing asshole. 

"Oh Will!" she gasped as the obscenely flickering tongue again brushed over 
the tingling hairless skin of her sensitive anus. "Don't, please! Not that!" 
But even as she spoke, Tess could feel her brown-pointed little nipples 
swell and harden, tiny goose bumps rising all over her sex-lashed body as 
the unbearable stimulation increased. She was like a pot ready to boil over 
and if he touched her again like that, she knew there was real danger of 
exploding. 

Bit by bit, she could feel the last remnants of her self-control beginning 
to desert her. Her roundly straining buttocks jerked a few more times, 
repelled by this brutal unnatural invasion of her loins, and then the 
quivering young woman felt her body go limp. She could struggle no more. She 
was his and anything he wanted to do to her was all right from now on. The 
dam had burst. 

Will knew instinctively what was happening and he vowed he would not let 
this moment of surrender pass without taking full advantage of her weakened 
condition. She's yours for the fucking, he told himself, a savage cruel mood 
sweeping inexorably over him. It won't be long before you get to ram your 
big hot cock into that tight little pussy of hers! 

"Now let's really fuck, baby," he told her sadistically, his hard gray eyes 
gleaming diabolically down at her. "You're all ready and don't tell me you 
aren't!" 

In fact, Tess was in no condition to tell him anything. Her heart was 
beating so hard that she thought her chest was going to break and her supple 
young body refused to lie still no matter how much she commanded it to 
behave. Will began crawling slowly up over her, never lifting his 
cunt-moistened lips from the smooth silken surface of her skin, working his 
way gradually up to her excitedly heaving breasts. Then, with a snarl, he 
sank his lips madly over the frantically-distended nipple of her right 
breast, causing her to squirm and groan again with a curious mixture of 
sharp pain and undisguised carnal lust. Try as she might to hold them still, 
her sleek firm buttocks began to rotate mechanically down into the blanket 
and she could feel that the orgiastic juices from deep in her body were 
flowing freely like the waters of a mountain stream. 

Instinctively, she widened her legs, looking down to catch a glimpse of his 
lust-hardened, fully extended cock as it inched steadily up toward her 
helplessly exposed and vulnerable cunt. 

My God, she thought, suddenly seeing his advancing penis in a new light, 
he's too big! He'll never get that huge thing inside me, and he'll rip me in 
two if he tries! 

But she could hardly call a halt to the proceedings at this state of the 
game. Afraid or not, Tess knew she was committed, and she tried desperately 
to relax the lower portion of her body in order to ease his entrance. Will 
was in a hurry now, and he levered up over her, with one hand thrust down 
between their hotly straining bodies as he guided the hard merciless shaft 
of his long heavy cock directly up into her tantalizing mass of 
reddish-brown pussy curls, using the thick bulbous head of his penis 
expertly to divide the fleshy moist lips of her cunt. 

Tess shuddered, knowing this was going to hurt, but not knowing how much and 
the lust-driven young housewife turned her head submissively to one side, 
gritting her teeth to the inevitable. She could feel the automatic electric 
tingle racing through her body as the hard unforgiving surface of her 
neighbor's cock brushed slowly over the yielding pink edges of her pussy, 
maneuvering for the proper position to sink his desire-swollen hardness to 
the depths of her eagerly waiting cunt. 

"Oooooh!" she squealed helplessly as she felt the first pressure against the 
narrow elastic circle of her vaginal opening. He was dead on target and all 
he had to do to penetrate her to the hilt was to push. 

And push he did. 

"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she groaned, her voice changing rapidly from groan to scream 
as the pain intensified. The tip of Will's hugely throbbing penis slipped in 
through the tightness of her cruelly-stretched cuntal opening and Tess felt 
as if he were going to split her in two. As her eyes popped open in pain, 
she saw him smiling down at her almost sadistically, his strange cold gray 
eyes now widened with lust as he forced his way up into her tightly 
suffering little cunt. 

Slowly, he lowered himself down on top of her, his hard manly chest crushing 
into the yielding softness of her warm pliant breasts, straining with his 
legs to bury himself completely inside her. Inch by inch, he wormed his hard 
blood-engorged cock up into the vainly-resisting channel of her vagina, 
bringing piteous moans to her lips. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh Christ!" she moaned, feeling as if her over-stretched cunt were 
being torn into shreds by his heavily massive cock and wiggling desperately 
this way and that on the blanket in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. 

But the man was far too excited himself to give her any time to adjust to 
the excruciating presence of his lust-hardened cock buried deeply in her 
naked belly. As soon as he felt the blunt blood-engorged tip slam up against 
the soft delicate inner flesh of her cervix, he knew that his cock was sunk 
all the way into the voluptuous redhead's softly resisting cuntal flesh, and 
he began fucking wildly in and out of her. Rearing back on his knees, he 
administered one punishing blow after another, drawing his rock-hard cock 
out almost to the tip and then surging powerfully forward again, feeling the 
narrowly tight passage of her desire-inflamed vagina expand slightly with 
each repetitive invasion. 

It won't be long now, he told himself with grim satisfaction. No woman can 
take the Benson treatment for long and not cave in eventually. And he was 
right. 

Tess' sensation-thrilled body was rapidly adjusting to this cruel impalement 
and he could feel her come alive under him second by second. 

You're a real whore now, the young red-haired woman was telling herself 
sadly. A real first-class husband-betraying whore, and you did it yourself, 
so there's no one else to blame. You take your clothes off in front of 
another man and this is what you can expect to happen. Well, if you're going 
to behave like a whore, you might as well do it right and fuck like a whore! 

There was no longer any reason to fight back. The lewd all-consuming flames 
of forbidden desire were racing through her veins as the pain in her 
battered cock-stretched vagina grew less and less every minute and finally 
disappeared altogether. Her whole body was writhing and undulating 
convulsively as Benson's cock skewered mercilessly up into her and low 
passionate hums of base servile acceptance and submission erupted 
continually from her throat, her nostrils flaring widely and her lips drawn 
up tightly over her pearl-white teeth. 

The hurting sensation was totally gone now and her legs were jerking 
erratically on either side of his deeply penetrating rod of burning flesh. 
Her arms were wound tightly around his neck and her tongue probed 
incessantly into his open mouth as he fucked wildly into her. Gone and 
forgotten were her thoughts of home and husband; all that mattered now was 
the delicious sensation of lying there on her back and being fucked 
half-to-death by a strong and unforgiving man who could do all of the magic 
things she had always wanted someone to do to her. 

Will was skewering smoothly now up between her widespread trembling thighs 
with long graceful easy strokes which brought his lust-stiffened cock all 
the way into her warmly seeping cunt-flesh until the heavy blood-engorged 
tip pounded into her delicate cervix, high up inside her where no man had 
ever been able to touch her before. With one hand, he reached down between 
their two desperately straining bodies until he located the softly 
contracting lips of her pussy and he played with the sensitive clasping 
folds of flesh, teasing the tiny pink bud of her clitoris until he thought 
she was going straight out of her mind with ecstasy. 

Her wetly clenching vagina seemed to be swallowing him up, sucking him 
inside her, and Will could tell from her wild uninhibited behavior that she 
was trembling on the brink of the most powerful orgasm of her entire 
existence. The husky young man instinctively doubled his stroke, fucking 
into her more ruthlessly with the knowledge that he was not going to be far 
behind her. 

And then, a few minutes sooner than he expected, the young woman's body 
seemed to lift clear up off the ground. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!" she groaned under him, a powerful soul-shaking shiver 
running madly through her entire lust-stricken body. "Will, I'm cumming, I'm 
cumming right now!!!" she gurgled. 

The salesman felt her hotly clasping cunt open up to him like never before 
as if her deeply-penetrated vaginal passage had suddenly taken on a life of 
its own. Hot sticky female cum gushed from the deeply hidden secret recesses 
of her pussy-flesh, flooding down all around his throbbing pulsating cock 
and inspiring him to fuck into her as if his life depended upon it. He 
wanted this to be a cum she would remember till the end of her days. 

Her body rose up willingly to him and the man felt the lips of her hungry 
satiated cunt sucking madly at his hard pounding cock as if she wanted to 
milk him dry. He thrust deeply into her nakedly writhing body one last time, 
feeling that familiar fiery sensation deep in his sperm-bloated balls which 
told him that he too was almost there. 

Tess' legs went suddenly limp as Will's hot sticky sperm sprayed endlessly 
up into the seething depths of her battered tormented womb, and the 
orgiastic secretions from her body mingled joyfully with the semen he 
spurted into her, flooding her ecstatic cunt until there was no more room 
and the lewd male cum poured back down and out past his frantically 
convulsing cock and dribbled down her legs, wetting the blanket beneath 
them. For a long time, the two neighbors lay silent and motionless, allowing 
their heartbeats gradually to drop back to normal. Tess realized that never 
before in her life had it ever been so good for her and she was asking 
herself how she could ever again be satisfied with Martin's timid attempts 
at love-making. This was a real man she held in her arms and he had fucked 
her good and proper, the way a woman deserved to be fucked. 

Will's thoughts were not much different. For a long time, he had been trying 
to persuade himself that his wife was adequate as a love-partner, but that 
particular little myth had just been blown into a million little pieces. 
Compared to what he and Tess had just done together, his sexual relations 
with Sarah failed to make the grade. And yet, he loved his little meek 
brown-haired wife, and knew that he could never stand to leave her. 

"Well, chum, we did it," breathed Tess as Will rolled carefully off of her 
sweat-soaked body, pulling his slowly deflating penis out of her utterly 
satisfied vagina with a loud vulgar popping sound. 

"Yeah," responded her partner slowly, not knowing just where he stood with 
this strange fiery-haired woman who was now curling into his arms. 
"Adultery, I think it's called." 

"That and worse," agreed Tess, a slight catch in her voice. "But whatever 
happens and even if we never do it again, I want you to know that this was 
the most beautiful experience of my life. You're one hundred percent man, 
Will." 

"Honey, it was great for me too," admitted the black-haired salesman 
thoughtfully. "But why shouldn't we ever do it again? Isn't this a little 
early to break up the act?" 

"Oh, Will, I don't know what to think!" cried the young wife in despair. "I 
don't want to be one of those horrible women who go straight from an orgasm 
to worrying about their souls, but... how can I say it? It really doesn't 
seem fair to Martin and Sarah. And I would rather die than hurt Martin, even 
if he doesn't perform any miracles in bed." 

"I know; my conscience isn't feeling too hot right now either," Will 
confessed frankly. "What bothers me is the deceit involved in having a love 
affair. I mean, I don't think you and I having a roll in the hay is really 
all that evil, but I hate the lies, the excuses and all the bullshit that 
goes with it." 

"So! You got any bright ideas, Mr. Salesman?" 

"I'm fresh out. What does your marvelous little book say about things like 
this?" Benson wanted to know. 

"Oh, the book!" Tess grumbled in exasperation. "It talks about a whole bunch 
of things that aren't important to us: lesbians, homosexuals, weird oriental 
positions, wife-swapping... " 

"Hey, wouldn't it be great if Sarah and Martin got involved with each 
other?" laughed Will Benson without much humor. "For all we know, they're 
having a secret meeting somewhere right now, and they're feeling bad about 
what they've done to poor old Tess and Will." 

"Fat chance," grumbled the school teacher's wife sourly. "Martin doesn't 
have the imagination for it and Sarah would go through the roof if the idea 
ever crossed her mind. Funny though, because they do like each other. 
Whenever we have those big four-way arguments it's always you and me against 
the two of them. Their minds work alike." 

"It sure would solve our problems," murmured Will thoughtfully, turning over 
on his side to play with Tess' rosy pointed little nipple-buds. "We could 
buy one big bed and have some real wild parties." 

Tess looked at his grinning handsome face and shook her head dubiously. 

"Great idea, but somehow I can't imagine Martin making a play for Sarah." 

"Wait a minute, don't give up so easily," said the salesman, getting up on 
one elbow and looking down at her seriously. "This could be the only answer! 
If we could maneuver Martin and Sarah into bed with one another, there would 
be no reason for you and me to feel guilty. We could all agree on some sort 
of sharing arrangement which would satisfy everyone." 

"I hear that swapping is all the thing these days," responded Tess more 
seriously. "And it would sure ease my mind if I knew that Martin wasn't 
going to be hurt by something I did. But how could we work it, Will? You 
know how moral the two of them are!" 

"We'll have to play it by ear," the salesman retorted, now really happy and 
enthusiastic over this new idea. "But my general idea is to bombard the two 
of them with all the sex stimulation we can manage. We'll take them to see 
dirty movies, maybe insist on playing strip poker some night, and play up to 
each other so much that the idea just has to penetrate their thick skulls, 
and then arrange things so that they have to be alone together. We can't 
miss!" 

"Oh Will, do you really think we can bring it off?" asked Tess, wide-eyed 
with admiration at his cleverness and boldness. "Golly, you deserve a reward 
of some kind for being so smart." 

"We'll have to work on it together," continued the salesman, "but with some 
good planning and thought, we... uh, what kind of reward did you have in 
mind?" 

"Hmmmmm, I don't know," she winked at him lecherously. "We've done a lot of 
talking about different kinds of sexual positions in the past couple of 
days. What would you like?" 

Will had been lying on his back as they talked, and Tess pulled herself up 
into a sitting position next to him, running her smooth soft hands up and 
down the broad expanse of his chest and even occasionally letting her 
fingers roam down into the black moist pubic hair in his loins. 

"Mmmmmm," she murmured hotly. "Honestly, you look good enough to eat!" 

"You must be reading my mind," he retorted quickly, "because that's the 
reward I had in mind." 

"What... Oh Golly, I've gotten in over my head this time," giggled the 
voluptuously naked housewife as she realized precisely what obscene act he 
was referring to. "I don't think I know how." 

"Well, experiment a little," he ordered, his voice husky with 
suddenly-returning lust. Tess felt his strong demanding hands on her 
shoulders, pulling her gently but firmly down in the direction of his 
gradually expanding cock and she decided that she was in too far to back out 
now. She had promised him any reward he wanted and this is what he had asked 
for. In the book she had been reading, the authoress had explained that this 
was the most pleasing thing a woman could do for a man and she vowed to 
herself that she would do it as well as she could, despite her lack of prior 
experience. 

Nevertheless as she moved her head closer and closer to Will Benson's 
waiting loins, she suddenly felt a sense of shame over the idea of allowing 
her mouth to be used as a receptacle for this man's debased lusts. This is 
the most degraded obscene thing you've ever done, she told herself. When you 
finish this little experiment, you really will be a whore! 

But it had to be done. Tess turned on her side, her knees next to Will's 
shoulders and her head lying lightly on the man's sinewy thigh as she 
stretched out her trembling hands and took his lewdly waving penis in her 
fingers. It jerked automatically, reacting to her touch and Tess found 
herself wondering whether Will had ever experimented before with this 
particular perversion. 

Acting instinctively, the trembling young woman began stroking him, pushing 
the thick leathery foreskin of his slowly-expanding penis up and down, 
gently over the bulbous red cock-head until he had once again achieved a 
full hard erection. 

"Oh, do it, baby!" he pleaded, half-out of his mind with this unusually 
perverse stimulation. The young girl grinned, knowing that she was really 
getting to him, and moved her sensually parted mouth even closer to his 
rigid pole of male flesh, tormenting him by blowing her hot breath over the 
moist quivering surface of his cock and shivering, herself, with delight 
when she heard him moan in anguished lust. Will's hips were already 
beginning to undulate up and down involuntarily on the blanket as he sought 
to thrust his super-hardened instrument up into the undefiled sanctuary of 
her mouth. 

But the inevitable could not be prolonged any farther. Tess' head moved 
slowly over his obscenely bobbing penis, her tongue flicking forward and 
tickling the tiny wet glans in the tip teasingly. She could hear her young 
neighbor suck in his breath harshly as the unbearable sensations of lust 
began to shoot through his body and the knowledge that she was giving him 
pleasure made the young woman tremble happily all over. Deciding that it was 
now time to go all of the way, Tess dropped her head even lower, enclosing 
the top half of his excitedly straining cock into the warm moist cavern of 
her mouth. Instinctively, she tightened her lips to form an elastic seal 
around the full desire-thickened circumference of his cock, trapping it 
deeply within the depths of her wetly churning mouth. 

"Oh, Tess, I'm in Heaven," he gasped, looking down at the incredible sight 
of his friend's wife with his own long obscene cock thrust lewdly up into 
her innocent mouth. The sight itself almost made him cum, but he held back, 
wanting to savor and enjoy every instant of this delicious erotic 
experience. His cock was still glistening wet from their mutual orgasm a few 
minutes before and he groaned again as she gently began to work on him, 
running her tongue sensually back and forth across the broad surface of the 
glans, and manipulating his soft hairy testicles with her hands. 

Will reached down and ran his fingers lightly into Tess' flowing red hair, 
seizing her head and moving it up and down over his long driving shaft to 
increase the pressure on his hotly throbbing instrument, and he could feel 
her respond willingly to this lewd provocation by tightening her fingers in 
a strangle hold around the base of his lust-thickened cock, pulling him 
farther and farther up into the mysterious depths of her throat. 

Will watched her cheeks bellowing in and out as she slaved over him, 
reveling in the incredibly pleasurable sensations it was giving him, the 
sight of her humble submissive self-degradation making the whole scene one 
hundred times more exciting for him. 

Tess could feel that the young salesman was really turned on now, and she 
sucked on his hotly burgeoning cock as if her life depended upon it, and 
rose up on her hands and knees for better leverage, cupping her hands 
sensually beneath his buttocks in order to force him even deeper into her 
gasping mouth as if she wanted to swallow him up entirely. She kept 
expecting to choke on this great pounding rod of flesh, but somehow it never 
seemed to happen and she sucked away as hard as she could, struggling to 
draw the sperm out of him. 

Will could feel it coming a long way off, and there was a great, almost 
painful heat building up in his lewdly rotating loins. Tess was sucking on 
him like a madwoman now and he could see the tiny droplets of perspiration 
rolling off her lushly naked body as she slavered masochistically over him, 
hums and gurgles of servile acceptance rumbling deep in her cock-filled 
throat. The muscles in his stomach were standing out in hard visible cords 
and his legs began to jerk uncontrollably as the spasm gathered steam. 

Then a low guttural groan escaped his lips and the hard-bodied young 
salesman doubled over like a swimmer with a cramp, babbling obscenities as 
he felt the hot sticky cum from deep in his straining body begin the wild 
race for the tip of his convulsing cock. Thin powerful streams of white-hot 
cum spurted into her lewdly sucking mouth and he held her head tightly, 
fearful that she would try to break away at the moment of her final ultimate 
humiliation to avoid the animalistic indignity of having her delicate mouth 
used as a repository for his lewd sperm. 

But Tess made no effort to avoid this depraved fate. She continued to suck 
slavishly, her cheeks filling and hollowing wildly as she labored to swallow 
the great quantities of warm sticky cum he was ruthlessly pumping into her 
docile mouth. 

Finally, there was no more and Will gradually relaxed his iron grip on her 
head, feeling his utterly-satiated cock go completely limp even though it 
still jerked and sputtered mildly as she cleaned it thoroughly with her 
tongue, washing away every trace of the obscene lust-inciting sperm he had 
brutally gushed into her open mouth. 

When she had sucked him perfectly dry, the masochistic young housewife 
gently removed his exhausted cock from her cum-coated lips and rested her 
head tiredly on his groin. For awhile, they just rested, no one able to find 
any words to say. 

"Well, now we've done everything," she told him finally. 

"Not quite everything," he corrected her with a sudden lecherous grin. "But 
enough for the first day." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Oh Wow!" Sarah giggled drunkenly. "This is terrible! I hope no one sees 
us!" Leaning heavily on her husband, the innocent, brown-haired young 
housewife staggered up the walk towards their front door. 

"Come on inside for a night cap," Will proposed to Martin and Tess Edwards. 
"You need some fuel before making the long journey home." 

"But it's only a hundred and fifty feet!" objected Martin, his precise 
scientific mind still working despite the enormous quantity of liquor Will 
had forced on him during their night on the town. 

"Oh come on, Marty," urged Tess, cutting a strikingly attractive figure with 
her new red party dress and a pair of knee high leather boots in the latest 
fashion. "Don't be such a party-pooper! The night is still young!" 

"Okay," her husband conceded grudgingly, "but it will have to be a short 
one. I've got to face my twenty-five juvenile delinquents tomorrow at nine 
o'clock and I'm going to be hung-over as it is." 

"Not to worry," announced the salesman, obviously in great shape and high 
spirits. "I'll make us all a pitcher of Bloody Mary Registered Nurses. 
That'll fix us all up just fine!" 

"What the hell is a Bloody Mary Registered Nurse?" Tess wanted to know as 
their host fumbled for the keys to his front door. 

"It's tomato juice, vodka and aspirins," Will informed them with a chuckle, 
stepping back to allow his guests to stagger past him into the living room. 
"Tess, you look soberer than anyone else. Why don't you mix the drinks while 
I get something working in the fireplace?" 

"Sure, Will," the red-head replied, sending her lover a secretive wink and 
disappearing into the kitchen while the salesman squatted in front of the 
fireplace to light the fire, having prepared the logs and kindling earlier 
in the day. 

Sarah tried to sit down on the couch in a lady-like fashion but the quantity 
of alcohol in her bloodstream was a trifle too high and she lost her balance 
at the last moment and tumbled into an undignified sprawl. Martin Edwards 
was in no better shape than she was, but for some reason, he found the sight 
incredibly funny and he rolled onto the sofa next to her, leaning his head 
drunkenly on her shoulder. 

"Well, don't they make a lovely pair, Will?" Tess asked her husband's best 
friend as she entered the room with a pitcher of Bloody Mary's. "We're going 
to have to keep an eye on these two, Mr. Benson, because I think they 
definitely have got the hots for each other." 

Will touched a match to the crumbled paper under the kindling wood and then 
stepped back as the warm comfortable glow of a wood fire filled the room. 

"Absolutely!" he agreed with Tess jokingly, coming up to put an arm around 
her. "And did you get a load of them dancing? They looked like they were 
glued together! Shameful the way they think they've been pulling the wool 
over our eyes!" 

Sarah and Martin both reacted to what they thought was merely good-natured 
teasing with gales of laughter. It had been one of their more successful 
evenings, even though Martin had initially raised some doubts about the 
wisdom of their going to see a strip-tease, worried that the parents of some 
of his students might see him and raise a scandal. But Will had insisted 
that the place was entirely private, admitting only a selected clientele to 
avoid precisely this kind of thing. 

"I never saw a striptease before," confessed Sarah with a slight hiccup. "It 
hadn't occurred to me that they could be so... so artistic. I mean, I 
expected to be shocked, but there really was nothing particularly vulgar 
about it. I enjoyed it!" 

"So did I," admitted Martin frankly. "I've seen them before naturally, but 
never one done this well. When we were students, we used to go to 
strip-joints once in awhile and watch tired old ladies taking off their 
clothes with one eye on the clock and looking bored out of their minds. But 
this gal tonight really seemed as if she enjoyed stripping. And she went 
right down to the skin too! I wonder why they don't have trouble with the 
cops?" 

"Because it's a private club," explained Will easily, shooting a quick 
glance at Tess. "They have a different set of rules and the quality of the 
performance is always much higher. This gal was really terrific!" 

"You guys keep talking as if that striptease were the greatest artistic 
achievement since the Mona Lisa," complained Tess, joining the discussion 
for the first time. "I admit she had a lovely body and she was very 
enthusiastic, but I say she was clumsy. I think I could do a better strip 
than that any day." 

"Hurray!" Will reacted immediately. "Let's have a demonstration!" 

"No, I'm serious," repeated Tess calmly. "I could do better and so could 
Sarah. And we both have better bodies than that girl did. I wasn't that 
impressed." 

"Don't be ridiculous, Tess," Martin contradicted her mildly. "Girls who 
strip for a living must work for years to develop their technique. Now I 
admit that you and Sarah are a pair of well-built young ladies, but I don't 
think you could equal that performance." 

"I do," maintained Tess spiritedly. "Oh, some of her fancy dance steps would 
be hard to imitate, but she didn't have much warmth or sensuality. 
Everything she did seemed very mechanical and I can't imagine a man getting 
excited watching her. I could do better." 

"Fish or cut bait," taunted Will lasciviously. "I, for one, don't believe 
you." 

"All right" announced Tess stubbornly. "Somebody put on a record and I'll 
show you." 

"Tess, you're drunk!" her husband warned, but Will had already sprung to his 
feet and put on a record of slow sultry tango music, and the flame-haired 
young woman had stepped to the center of the room, her tall luxurious body 
bathed in the soft light from the fireplace. 

"That's a gal!" Will Benson encouraged her lewdly. "Take it off!" 

Martin Edwards felt extremely dubious about this whole idea, but he frankly 
did not believe that his young wife would have the courage to go through 
with it, so he made no further protests. Sarah could not quite believe this 
was all happening right in her own living room, but in her slightly drunken 
condition, a striptease seemed like an entertaining idea. Leaning casually 
against Martin's shoulder, she tucked her feet under her and watched as 
Tess, her eyes closed, began swaying slowly back and forth with the music, 
trying to catch the beat. 

In reality, Tess was cold sober, having drunk very sparingly during the 
course of the evening in order to have her wits about her. So far, 
everything was going according to plan and Martin had been surprisingly 
docile about allowing his nubile young wife to perform a striptease in front 
of another couple. We'll see how long he stays docile, she thought as she 
kicked her leather boots off, her enticingly bare legs shining in the 
flickering light from the fire. 

Goddamn, she's really going to do it, thought Martin, a little surprised as 
the lush sensual woman he had married reached gracefully behind her back and 
drew down the zipper on her dress with tantalizing slowness. Sarah was 
breathing rather heavily on his shoulder and the school teacher tried to 
shift his position inconspicuously to hide the uncomfortably large erection 
which was rising steadily in his pants. 

The dress zipper down as far as it would go, Tess wiggled her cream-white 
shoulders temptingly at her attractive audience of three and gradually 
inched the red satin dress down over her ripe lust-arousing body, revealing 
her high-set, widely-spaced breasts concealed now by only the flimsy 
insubstantial fabric of her brassiere. The school teacher found himself 
amazed at the violent reaction this indecent exhibition was causing within 
his body and it puzzled him. After all, this was his own wife and he had 
seen her undress a thousand times, and usually he paid no attention to her. 
Could it be that the presence of two other people in the room was making the 
experience even more sensual? 

The dress dropped to the floor and Tess stepped lightly away from it, now 
clad in only her brassiere and an extra-brief pair of black lace panties. Oh 
well, I suppose it's no worse than having people see her in a bikini, Martin 
comforted himself, and she can hardly go any farther than that! He glanced 
curiously over at Sarah, wondering how she was reacting to this 
lust-provoking spectacle, noticing with interest that the normally-timid 
young housewife was smiling broadly, watching her girl friend's every move 
with absolute fascination. Will Benson's eyes were gleaming as he studied 
the lithely gyrating figure before them, but to Martin, he looked somehow 
less excited than anyone else. 

Trying to arouse them all a little more, Tess undulated her body temptingly 
back and forth, running her hands lasciviously over her own soft satin skin 
as if she were alone in her own bedroom with no one watching. She knew 
perfectly well that Martin expected her to go no farther and she shot him a 
particularly inviting grin as she rocked her slender hips back and forth in 
time with the tango beat, reaching behind her with both hands to unfasten 
the snap on her brassiere. 

Martin Edwards told himself severely that the proceedings had gone quite far 
enough and that he should assume the responsibility for keeping his wife 
from making a complete fool of herself. 

* * * 

But his cock was going wild as Tess slowly eased the black lace brassiere 
down over her full protuberant breasts, shaking her shoulders maddeningly to 
send a quivering ripple through the soft flaccid flesh of her full womanly 
breasts. The three observers all noticed that her tiny pointed brown nipples 
were fiercely stimulated and hard, sticking out prominently as her breasts 
swayed provocatively back and forth. 

The brassiere sailed through the air and Tess then deliberately slowed the 
pace, giving everyone time to let the eroticism of her little dance sink in 
and take effect. She had carefully avoided making any lewd or obscene 
movements, trying to make her strip so artistic that no one could possibly 
object. From the glow in Martin's eyes, she concluded that she was 
succeeding, and she noticed with a shock that her husband's hand was resting 
lightly on Sarah's bare knee, although neither one of them seemed aware of 
the fact. Everything was working according to plan! 

But now it was time for the killer. Turning her back on the group, she 
slowly and deliberately slid her hands under the tight elastic of her 
panties and began gently edging them down over the full-rounded moons of her 
buttocks. If Martin was going to stop her from denuding herself completely, 
it would have to be now, but the school master seemed to be completely 
hypnotized by the incredible sensuality of the moment, his reflexes slowed 
to a crawl by the quantity of alcohol he had drunk in the course of the 
evening. His eyes were practically bulging from his head and his hand 
unconsciously was clasping and unclasping on Sarah's leg, but he did not 
seem to notice that he was fondling her thigh, and neither did Sarah. 

The spectacle was too enticing. 

As the black lace of her panties vanished from view, Tess gritted her teeth, 
feeling a tinge of embarrassment for the first time, and danced slowly 
around in a circle, deliberately exposing herself frontally to her husband 
and friends and giving them all an unimpeded view of the reddish-brown patch 
of smoothly curling pubic hair which guarded the entrance to the secret 
recesses of her voluptuous body. 

Will had been trying to keep his wits about him because he knew that they 
were going to have to stay on their toes if they expected to succeed, but 
the sight of Tess' naked glistening body was overpowering and he had to 
restrain himself from making a grab for her right then and there. He watched 
her with bated breath, hungering lustily for the tantalizing triangle 
dancing only a few inches from his dazzled eyes. 

We've got to bring this off, he groaned to himself, now so stirred up inside 
that his hands were snaking. If I can't have her tonight, I'll explode. But 
he forced himself to wait. The record came to an end-Tess had timed it 
perfectly-and as the orchestra played the last notes of the tango, the 
redhead gracefully bowed like a ballerina, her sensuously heavy breasts 
hanging below her as she bent from the waist. 

"Satisfied?" she whispered hoarsely. 

A kind of magic silence seemed to have settled over the group and for a 
moment no one said anything. Tess waited for some comment or compliment on 
her performance and when none came she shrugged, seating herself 
cross-legged at Will Benson's feet and taking a long sip from her Bloody 
Mary. Now she could afford to get a little drunk, she told herself 
contentedly. She had done her best and the rest was up to Will. He had to 
stage-manage affairs from here on and it was not going to be easy. Will 
leaned forward and rested his hands lightly on Tess' naked shoulders, 
grinning at his stunned, speechless wife and his staggered and somewhat 
intoxicated best friend. Tess had crossed her arms across her chest, 
covering each prominent brown nipple with a wrist, but otherwise she was 
making no attempt to conceal her nudity. 

"Come on, Sarah," challenged Benson, smiling at his wife. "Are you going to 
let Tess get away with that? Show us what you can do!" 

Sarah looked uncomprehending, glancing quickly around the room looking for 
someone to tell her what was going on. But Martin Edwards caught on 
immediately, enthusiastic about the idea of another lust-arousing 
striptease. He patted the young brunette gently on the back, like a football 
coach sending a rookie into a scrimmage. 

"Yeah, Sarah, let's see you do your stuff," he urged her, slurring the words 
a little as he spoke. 

"But... but I can't do a striptease," she pleaded desperately, her mind 
absolutely whirling at the idea that her own husband would order her to do 
such a thing. 

"Why not? I did," countered Tess boldly. "Once you get started its easy as 
pie. You just stand up, dance around a little and take your clothes off." 

"I'd die of embarrassment," protested the frightened young housewife. 

"Come on, baby," her husband urged her again. "We're all friends here. And 
besides, it's unfair. Tess did her strip and I got to enjoy what I saw, but 
poor Martin will be cheated if he doesn't get a look at you." 

"Do you really want me to?" asked Sarah, a tremor in her voice as she got 
unsteadily to her feet. 

"Yes, baby," responded her husband levelly. "Do it for me." 

Sarah's mind buzzed in total confusion as she stepped uncertainly to the 
middle of the room. She had been raised by sternly moralistic parents who 
would have talked about hell and damnation had they been witnesses to this 
scene, and she knew that it was wrong for a woman to take off her clothing 
in front of anyone but her husband. But her neat little moral world was 
thrown into chaos when her husband himself ordered her to take off her 
clothes. And a good wife always obeyed her husband, something else her 
parents had educated her to believe. 

Will flipped the record over to the other side and placed the needle at the 
beginning. Soft music flooded the room and Sarah was on her way even before 
she had made up her mind whether or not to do what they wanted of her. 

It was not a very professional striptease, but the little audience enjoyed 
it just the same. The brown-haired woman had been wearing a simple blouse 
and skirt combination and she made very little effort to stay in time with 
the music as she undressed, knowing that she could never manage to work all 
the buttons which had to be undone if she had to worry about inventing dance 
steps at the same time. 

So she simply stood before them, swaying gracefully back and forth and 
undressed, fumbling a little in her nervousness with the buttons on her 
skirt before she succeeded in dropping it on the floor and stepping free. 
Martin was nearly doubled over now with his elbows on his knees, hardly 
permitting himself to blink for fear of missing an instant of this depraved 
spectacle. My God, she's built! he was telling himself with intense 
conviction as the trembling young girl stripped down to her slip. Tess has 
got a good pair of tits all right, but this little babe is really stacked! 

In fact, Sarah had been embarrassed about the size of her breasts ever since 
her teens. She had matured earlier than her girlfriends and had looked like 
a movie star in the eighth grade while her schoolmates were still playing 
with dolls and dreaming about their first brassieres. She knew that her 
heavy sensuous breasts attracted attention from men on the streets and boys 
continually called rude remarks at her as she went about her daily errands. 
Conscious of this, she left her brassiere until last, taking a deep breath 
and sliding down the simple white pair of cotton panties she had been 
wearing and dancing free of them, now completely naked except for her heavy 
womanly breasts swaying back and forth so provocatively that Martin thought 
the top of his head was going to blow off. 

But now, the moment of truth had to be faced. Despite the fact that Will 
assured her constantly that she had the finest pair of breasts ever given to 
mortal woman, Sarah was secretly haunted by the fear that they were too 
large, particularly since the rest of her body was slender and lithe. But 
Tess had stripped down to her bare skin and she knew that she had to do the 
same. Her hands were sweating profusely as she undid the brassiere straps 
and then reached around to attack the fastening at the back. 

For a moment, she stood still, her face flushed with nervousness and 
embarrassment, tumbling with the catch. She could not get it undone! Her 
fingers would not cooperate! 

Her embarrassment immediately doubled and she looked wildly around the room, 
searching for assistance. How ridiculous! A twenty-four year old woman who 
can not even take off her bra properly! 

"Let Martin help you honey," suggested Will cunningly, gesturing in the 
direction of his best friend, who seemed a little stupefied by this whole 
performance. But Sarah was long past thinking for herself. Confused by a 
whole load of emotions she had never known she owned, she obeyed her 
husband's command, timidly approaching Martin. Since he seemed incapable of 
standing up, she crouched between his knees facing him and leaned forward, 
ducking her head and putting her arms around his waist to give him access to 
her back. As his hands moved unsteadily to deal with the stubborn clasp on 
her brassiere, the quivering young housewife could feel the hardness of his 
lust-stiffened cock against her breasts, and somehow his sexual excitement 
communicated itself to her. When she felt the clasp release, the trembling 
girl rocked slowly back on her heels to allow the gentle school teacher to 
slide the brassiere down over her arms, revealing to his bulging eyes the 
lust-inciting spectacle of her two swollen brown-tipped breasts, the nipples 
protruding and stimulated by the perverse excitement of what she had just 
done. 

Now the act seemed to be over and without clearly understanding why, Sarah 
did not stand up again, but buried her head in Martin's comforting chest, 
the supplely yielding flesh of her ripely dangling breasts crushed into the 
man's groin. 

"Can I get dressed now?" she mumbled thickly. 

"No, not yet," Tess answered quickly. "I think we poor girls shouldn't have 
to do all the work. Why don't you two big lugs get your clothes off so Sarah 
and I can have a little look too? After all turnabout's fair play." 

"Absolutely right!" proclaimed Will energetically, bounding to his feet with 
enthusiasm and immediately beginning to denude his big muscular body. Sarah 
and Martin both stared at him with amazement. 

"They've lost their minds, the two of them," Sarah whispered to Martin, the 
music covering her words. "What's going on? They aren't behaving normally at 
all!" 

"I know," replied Martin in an undertone, his head clearing a little as he 
recognized that Sarah was correct. Tess and Will always seemed to agree with 
one another, backing each other up at crucial moments. "I think they're up 
to something," he told his friend's wife. "What should we do?" 

"I don't know," Sarah answered nervously. "Play along with them a little 
longer and see what they're up to. Why don't you take off your clothes?" 

Martin was startled by this intelligent but shocking suggestion from a 
person he considered timid and moralistic. He also suddenly realized that he 
was not at all anxious to take off his clothes in front of a group. 

"I can't," he whispered back in agony. "I'm... it's hard to say, but... I'm 
sort of aroused right now." 

"It doesn't make any difference," Sarah prompted him, taking a quick glance 
over her shoulder. "So is my husband. I guess it's natural after the 
performance we just put on. I can't understand how on earth I ever let 
myself be talked into it." 

Meanwhile, Will had tossed the last of his garments into a pile and dropped 
back down to the floor next to Tess, who promptly wiggled into his arms. 
There was about five feet between the two couples, but the loudness of the 
music made whispered conversations possible. 

"How do you think we're doing?" asked Will, watching his fat thick cock 
quiver with excitement as he felt the exciting contact of Tess' lush warm 
breasts against his naked body. 

"We're winning," Tess encouraged him. "Look, Martin is taking off his 
clothes and Sarah's giving him a hand with the buttons. Once they're both 
naked, they won't be able to resist a little friendly fucking." 

Will nodded in agreement. 

"Good, now let's proceed to Act Two!" 

"How should we begin?" Tess asked anxiously. "If we move too fast, we might 
scare them off." 

"Okay, take it easy," agreed Will craftily, keeping one eye on Sarah and 
Martin. The school teacher was now completely naked and Benson could see 
that his friend was fully and thoroughly aroused. "Let's just start with a 
couple of neighborly kisses and see if they follow suit. I think even Sarah 
must be getting heated up by now. But you take the lead." 

Martin glanced across the room with astonishment as his beautiful naked wife 
deliberately raised her head to Benson's and planted a long loving kiss 
directly on his lips. The salesman was seated on the floor with his legs 
stretched out boldly before him, the fullness and hardness of his erection 
plainly visible to anyone who cared to look that way. As Tess kissed him, 
Benson winked lewdly at his wife and his best friend, and then reached up to 
caress Tess' heavy supple breasts as she leaned sensuously over him. 

"For Christ's sake," exploded Martin, having difficulty keeping his voice 
down to an undertone. "This is developing into a sex party!" He and Sarah 
were nervously sitting next to one another, Martin's arm slung carelessly 
around the girl's trembling shoulders. The young school teacher was trying 
hard to convince himself that he was unhappy about the way things were 
turning out, but he was so aroused sexually by now that he found himself 
hoping that Will would actually go all the way with his wife. He pulled 
Sarah a little bit closer, but the young woman's body was tense and 
resisting. 

"Martin," she sobbed in his ear. "What's happening to us? We've all been 
such good friends and this night is going to ruin everything, even our 
marriages!" 

But their whispered conversation was interrupted by the increasing 
licentiousness on the other side of the room. Tess was clearly losing 
control of herself now and Will was stretched out full length on the floor 
while the red-haired woman ran her lips hungrily over his hairy chest, 
inching her way steadily towards the massive swollen shaft of flesh jutting 
fiercely from his loins. As she slavered over him, Martin saw his wife shift 
her body around so that she was upside-down, her moist reddish triangle of 
pubic hair suspended only inches from Will's openly panting mouth. 

"Oh, my Lord!" groaned Sarah in dismay, thrusting her tear-streaked cheek 
against Martin's chest, but unable to keep her eyes off the depraved scene 
being enacted for their benefit. "They're going to do it! That's what Will 
always wants to do with me and I never let him. And now he's going to do it 
with your wife!" 

Martin was a little slower to understand exactly what was going on, but soon 
enough Tess and Will left no possible doubt as to their intentions. With a 
groan of violent passion, the young housewife's body jerked forward, her 
mouth open and gleaming with saliva as she seized Will's bulging pole 
between her gleaming white teeth, quickly closing her lips around his 
pulsatingly hot shaft. Putting one coarse demanding hand on each of the 
smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks, Will did his half of the 
"sixty-nine," pulling her lush and yielding body down on top of him, her 
thighs on either side of his face and his lips burrowing deeply into her 
groin. 

For a moment, Sarah and Martin sat transfixed, unable to move. Then Sarah 
took his hand, digging her nails ferociously into his flesh. 

"I'm not going to sit here and watch them behave like animals!" she said 
angrily, loud enough to be heard across the room. "There are some things 
which should be done in private!" 

She sprang to her feet, never releasing her neighbor's hand and half-dragged 
him in the direction of the bedroom, the tears cascading down her cheeks. 

"But Sarah... " the school teacher objected feebly. 

"Oh, don't leave me alone, Marty," she pleaded with him piteously. "Do 
whatever you want, but stay with me!" And she turned and darted into her 
bedroom. Martin hesitated a split-second longer, glancing at the horrendous 
sight of his wife's delicate lips cruelly stretched as his best friend 
fucked wildly into her open mouth. Then he whirled and rushed after Sarah, 
thinking that he ought to comfort her in this moment of bitter unhappiness. 

"They're running off to the bedroom," Will mumbled, lifting his lips 
momentarily from the pink clasping flesh of Tess' sensitive vaginal passage. 

"Just suck," gurgled the woman in reply, her words muffled by the presence 
of his massive rock-hard cock thrust deeply into her willing throat. 

* * * 

Martin found Sarah Benson collapsed across the bed, weeping passionately 
into the pillow, her white nakedly lush body stretched out on the deep blue 
bedspread and her frail shoulders quaking as sob after sob raced through her 
tempting lust-inciting figure. For a moment, the indecisive young man stood 
uncertainly next to the bed, feeling ridiculous about the fact that his long 
slender cock was still sticking persistently out in front of him and 
refusing to go limp. Martin found it difficult to decide how he ought to 
act, wanting desperately to thrust his hard aching cock into the delicate 
softness of her pliant supple body, but not knowing whether it was quite the 
thing to do at the moment. Sarah was so preoccupied with her husband's 
betrayal that she seemed to have forgotten that she was still naked and when 
Martin laid down next to her on the bed, she turned and cupped his face in 
her hands. 

"Poor Martin," she told him sadly. "Here I am crying on as if I were the 
only person in the world who ever had an unfaithful spouse. You must be 
feeling just as bad!" 

"It puzzles me," the school teacher admitted. "The two of them just seemed 
to go crazy tonight. And right in front of us! Almost as if they didn't care 
what we thought about it!" 

"And they made us lose our heads too," pointed out Sarah, her tears 
gradually drying up. "Here we are, dressed like Adam and Eve and lying on a 
bed together. Anyone who saw us would assume that we were having an affair." 

"It would serve the two of them right if we went right ahead and did it," 
responded Martin angrily. "Why the hell should your husband have all the 
fun?" 

"And what about your wife?" countered Sarah sharply. "She didn't look to me 
as if she were being raped out there. If anyone was having fun it was Tess." 

"They think you and I are a couple of wall-flowers!" exploded Martin, now 
getting up a head of steam. "I bet it would never occur to them that we 
could get into a little mischief as well." 

"You're right! If they can commit adultery, so can we!" Sarah found herself 
absolutely shouting. Then there was a moment's silence. The slender brunette 
looked down between their two naked bodies and noticed that Martin's cock 
was still standing up rigidly and hard, only a few inches from her smooth 
white stomach, observing as well (and with a sense of relief) that her 
neighbor's cock was slightly smaller than her husband's and would probably 
cause less pain. Martin's body was just as manly and strong as Will, but he 
seemed to be gender and less demanding somehow, more likely to be 
considerate of a woman's feelings than her salesman-husband could ever be. 
And it would serve Will Benson right if he peeked into the bedroom and saw 
the two of them making love. 

"Marty," she said softly and with a note of painful hesitation in her voice. 
"I... I can't offer to do exactly what Tess is doing, but... I can't say it, 
you have to ask me." 

"Sarah, should we? I mean, do you think we could?" mumbled Martin in 
confusion, scarcely able to believe his ears. 

"Yes, yes do it to me," she ordered finally, her hands reaching out to pull 
him close to her waiting available body. Martin reacted quickly to this 
timid invitation and Sarah felt his mouth covering her wetly, his tongue 
probing into her open mouth. She sucked on it moistly, feeling his body 
crush into hers and the rigid hardness of his cock pressing firmly into the 
tenderly quivering flesh of her naked belly while his hands roamed up and 
down over her voluptuous body. The notion of being kissed and fondled by 
another man in her own bed began to get to her, and the young housewife 
could feel her entire body begin to tremble and shiver with unusually strong 
excitement. She could not remember ever having been this turned on before, 
and she felt her sensitive brown nipples swelling and hardening as they 
burrowed fiercely into Martin's chest. 

"Christ, I never realized how much I've always wanted to fuck you!" the man 
breathed into her mouth and Sarah felt a powerful charge of stimulation 
sweep through her body as her soft-spoken neighbor uttered the obscene word. 
It was a tragedy, she thought dreamily, because she somehow sensed that she 
was going to be able to respond to Martin in a way she had never reacted to 
her own husband. Her body was so hot now that she already felt as if she 
were on the verge of cumming and Martin had not yet even entered her. 

Then, abnormally excited, she did something she had never done to Will. 
Stretching a trembling hand down between their two hotly pressed bodies, she 
stroked the throbbing hardness of his lust-stiffened penis, feeling a chill 
of carnal happiness as Martin's cock jerked convulsively in response. At 
last she was going to be able to satisfy a man completely, she told herself 
joyfully. Tonight she knew that she could open up more than she had ever 
done before. A pity it was not going to be her husband, but that was hardly 
her fault. 

Martin rolled her over onto her back and got up on his hands and knees above 
her, attacking one nakedly quivering breast after the other with his hot 
lustful mouth, clamping his moistly sucking lips around the turgid buds of 
her nipples and sucking until the girl thought she was going clear out of 
her mind. 

"Oh yes, darling, do it!" she groaned in a growing sexual passion as 
Martin's head darted even farther down the smoothly shivering surface of her 
flesh until she felt his rampaging lips invade the moist privacy of her 
pubic hair. This was something she had never allowed Will to do, believing 
that it was an unnatural perversion, but tonight the rule-book had been 
thrown into the fire. She groaned as Martin's flickering tongue stabbed out 
obscenely, striking and stimulating the tiny pink bud of her clitoris. 

Encouraged by her moans of obvious enjoyment, Martin Edwards began lapping 
at his neighbor's wife like a madman, reaching down deliberately with his 
hands and gently spreading her thighs apart to give himself greater access 
to the intimacy of her loins. 

This is insane, the young man told himself. You're doing things with Sarah 
you could never bring yourself to do with your own wife, even though Tess 
was always ready for anything which came her way! What's come over you? 

But he was too excited now to contemplate the matter at length, and he 
carefully and deliberately spread the moist pink flanges of her pussy apart 
and leaned forward to send his tongue plunging recklessly into her tiny 
clasping little hole of her cunt. 

"Ooooooh, Oooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling the excruciating 
pleasure-shocks race through her over-stimulated body. "Oh, come into my 
body, Marty, please, I'm ready for you now!" 

There was a note of urgency in her voice which told him that it would be 
foolish to delay any longer. As Martin swung his lean muscular body into 
position above the lushly voluptuous woman, her legs splayed out 
automatically on both sides and she jackknifed her knees up hard against the 
two excitedly heaving mounds of her breasts to open her cunt up to him as 
widely as possible. 

She was as ready as she would ever be, Martin knew, and he sensed that she 
wanted him to be gentle at first and then a little rough later. This was a 
woman who liked to be dominated by a man, but not terrorized by him and he 
guessed that Will Benson was probably a little too aggressive for such a 
timid woman. 

But there was no question in his mind that she wanted it like crazy here and 
now. Her hips were already rising up to meet him as he guided his long 
tapering cock down into position, using the huge bulbous tip at the end of 
his shaft to divide the softly tangled brown hair of her pussy, now 
completely moistened by the orgiastic secretions from deep inside the 
woman's grossly over-excited body. It seemed as if her cunt were opening up 
to greet him like a welcome guest and the tip of his rigidly extended penis 
glided in between her glistening pussy-lips easily. With one gentle but 
powerful stroke, he fucked forward, worming his way up her passion-drenched 
cuntal passage until he felt the broad throbbing tip of his organ slam home 
against the tender cushion of her cervix, high up inside the secret flesh of 
her dazedly writhing body. 

She clamped firmly around him as he entered her, exerting a sensual smooth 
pressure on his pulsating cock which almost drove him wild, but the lustful 
young school teacher decided to waste no more time. With long easy strokes, 
he began fucking into her supple receptive body, listening with pleasure to 
the sound of her moans and whimpers beneath him. 

"Ooooooooh!" she groaned in ecstasy as her soft cuntal flesh seemed to 
flower open like a blossom in the warm summer sun. Her mouth was still 
pressed tightly up against his and her body was jerking in wild abandon, 
reacting to every punishing stroke he thrust into her. 

"It's so good," she gushed into his open mouth. "It's never been this good 
for me before!" Her voice sounded almost as if she were in anguish, but 
Martin knew enough about women in bed to recognize that she was already 
racing wildly towards an orgasm, perhaps the first in a long time. Her arms 
tightened around his neck, pulling his hard masculine chest into the 
cushioning softness of her heavily swaying breasts, her tiny nugget-like 
little nipples digging into his flesh so hard that the sensation was almost 
painful. 

Sarah's whole body began to gyrate as if an electric current were being 
passed through her veins, her normally-calm features contorted with naked 
lust and her nostrils flaring with untamable passion. As she writhed beneath 
him, her naked white body was becoming slippery with the perspiration of her 
effort and she threw her arms up above her head, bucking and churning 
beneath him like a woman possessed. 

Now it's time to get rough, Martin told himself jubilantly, knowing that she 
was teetering on the edge of a terrific orgasm and needed only a little 
extra push to send her hurling off into the blue. He gathered his legs 
beneath him, put both hands beneath her smoothly-rounded buttocks and lifted 
her clear off the bed, forcing her long finely tapered legs up over his 
shoulders. And then he fell forward with all his might, giving her that 
extra little push. 

* * * 

"What the hell was that?" asked Tess m alarm as she stretched languidly on 
the rug before the fire, a few traces of Will's sticky white cum still 
clinging to her lips. "It sounded like someone screaming." 

Will pricked up his ears attentively for a moment and then broke into a 
relaxed grin. 

"That, my dear, is the sound of Sarah having an orgasm," he smiled at her 
lecherously. "And it's not a sound I've heard very often, I must admit. Your 
husband must be more efficient in bed than we've been giving him credit 
for." 

"And that means that we're winning," responded Tess excitedly, getting 
quickly to her feet, her naked sweat-covered body gleaming dramatically in 
the firelight. "If they're having that good a time tonight, they're going to 
want it again tomorrow and the next day." She leaned temptingly over the 
naked muscular body of her lover. "Come on, let's go and see what's 
happening. Is that against the rules?" 

"I don't know," mused Will dubiously. "I've never been involved in the 
wife-sharing scene before and it could be that there's some kind of 
etiquette that has to be observed. Like maybe it's bad manners to interrupt 
a guy while he's fucking your wife. It might piss him off." 

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Will," enthused Tess happily. "Now that they've 
done it and we've done it, we're going to be one big happy family. Want to 
know a secret?" 

"Yeah, I like your secrets," conceded the salesman, getting to his feet and 
wrapping his arms around this vivacious voluptuous woman who had now become 
his mistress. "Tell me." 

"My idea of absolutely heaven would be for all four of us to go to bed 
together." 

"You've got a dirtier mind than I suspected," stated Will Benson, a distinct 
note of admiration in his voice as he considered the prospects of a real 
orgy. "And what would we all do, play four-handed poker?" 

Tess put her head on his neck to hide the slow blush of embarrassment which 
was gradually coloring her face as red as her hair. 

"No," she admitted shyly, wondering if it was really her who was saying 
these outlandish things. "I was thinking that you two men could both make 
love to me, and then to Sarah. Maybe both at the same time... " 

Will did not need to utter a comment on this depraved suggestion because his 
limp, recently-deflated cock did it for him. As Tess described what she had 
in mind, the young salesman's penis gradually began stiffening all over 
again, rising up between Tess' legs. Moving quickly, the licentious 
red-headed woman trapped his steadily-rising cock between her soft white 
thighs, squeezing him by tightening the muscles in her legs. 

"Now I've got you, Mister," she informed him. "If you want to get loose, 
promise me you'll help set up a four-way party with our better halves." 

"Who said I wanted to get loose?" joked Will, exciting himself lewdly by 
moving back and forth between her soft yielding thighs. 

"Promise!" threatened Tess, refusing to be distracted. "Come on, Will, don't 
tell me you're shocked by my little suggestion?" 

"Okay, I promise," agreed the muscular young salesman promptly. "And if I 
had your sales technique, baby, I could figure on retiring by the time I was 
thirty. Now for Christ's sake, let's see what Marty and Sarah are doing. I'm 
dying of curiosity." 

"All right, but keep your voice down," warned Tess cautiously, or they'll 
hear us." 

Hand in hand, the two naked adulterers stole to the door of the bedroom. 
Martin had left the door slightly ajar when he had followed Sarah into this 
room a half-hour previously and by hiding in the shadows, the two 
masterminds of this wife-sharing situation found they could hear and see 
everything. 

"You held back so long, darling," they heard Sarah's voice saying, and Tess 
nudged Will delightedly in the ribs. "Oh, it was... indescribable!" Sarah 
gushed, covering Martin's face with warm hungry kisses. 

"But it won't last much longer," Martin warned her lewdly. "Because I'm 
almost there." 

Sarah suddenly dropped her voice to an undertone so that Tess and Will could 
no longer hear her. 

"Then wait," whispered Sarah, "Don't cum for a minute." 

"Why?" demanded Martin, also reducing his voice to a husky whisper. "This is 
one hell of a time to change your mind." 

"Oh darling, I haven't changed my mind," she assured him. "I want it to be 
wonderful for you, but I think they're watching us from the hallway. I just 
saw someone move out there and-no, don't look-and I heard a floorboard 
squeak." 

Martin suddenly felt how ridiculous he must look from the corridor, his bare 
buttocks sticking up in the air as he lay on top of Sarah's spread-eagled 
figure. Then, his anger returned. 

"I'm going to give those two a piece of my mind," he grumbled. "The very 
least they could do at this point is leave us alone, after all the games 
they've been playing." 

"Hush, hush, sweetheart," Sarah calmed him, running her delicate hands over 
his broad back. "Don't you see what they're up to? They deliberately 
maneuvered us into bed together. They must have had it planned for days." 

At this point, Martin was not sure whether he cared or not. He had just 
gotten half-way through the most marvelous fuck of his entire life and the 
strong young school teacher was anxious to complete the other fifty percent. 
His thick, lust-engorged cock was lying buried deep inside Sarah's satiated 
happily-clasping vagina, twitching and begging for some more action. 

They could discuss the meaning of all this later! Right now, he wanted to 
cum! 

"Listen, darling," Sarah continued, a mysterious smile spreading across her 
face as she looked up at him. "They've been treating us like a pair of 
stupid children and I think it's time we taught them a little lesson." 

"What kind of lesson?" Martin demanded impatiently. 

"Darling... it would be a kind of reward for you at the same time... but 
it's a little difficult to say it... I'm not used to inviting men to perform 
perversions oh me... you know what I mean... " the embarrassed girl 
stammered uneasily. 

"Perversions?" Martin responded, mystified. "Sarah, what the hell are you 
talking about?" 

"Marty, you're even more innocent than I am!" she giggled suddenly, still 
keeping her voice down to the merest whisper. "Why don't you do to me what 
my husband was doing to your wife?" Her voice was barely audible as she 
mouthed these obscenely inviting words, but Martin heard and finally 
understood. A violent sensual tremble ran through his entire body as the 
meaning of this lewd offer struck home. She was asking him to stick his hard 
throbbing cock into the soft moist sanctuary of her mouth! 

"Sarah... " he stammered nervously, not quite convinced that happiness like 
this was possible for mortal men. "Are you sure... I mean, do you really 
want to?" 

The young betrayed housewife was clearly upset, but there was a distinct 
note of determination in her voice as she answered him flatly. 

"I'm sure. We've got to show them we're not the innocent children they think 
we are," she insisted. "Come on, Martin, do it!" 

The school teacher hesitated no longer. Pulling the full aching length of 
his hardness out of her gently clasping cunt with an obscene wet sloshing 
sound, he knelt up over her, his lust-hardened cock waving lewdly in front 
of him and surveyed the prize he had won. She was magnificent! There was so 
much to choose from the poor young man hardly knew where to begin. 

As he crawled slowly forward, his knees on either side of her lushly 
inviting body, his glistening wet cock brushed the tip of one of her full 
mountainous breasts, causing the tormented nipple to react by swelling 
immediately to an even greater state of hardness. It gave him a new idea. 

Let's see if we can't teach Will something new, he muttered to himself, 
lowering his buttocks down to the girl's heaving rib cage so that the hard 
muscular shaft of his throbbing cock rested comfortably in the narrow 
lust-inciting valley between the two high quivering mounds of her breasts. 

Sarah surprised him by understanding immediately what he wanted to do to her 
and cooperated to the fullest by pushing her heavily supple breasts tightly 
together with her own soft feminine hands. 

The sensation was exquisite and a slight moan of pure pleasure escaped from 
the young man's lips as he felt the firm but yielding pressure of her two 
voluptuous mounds close in on him lovingly from either side. Her breasts 
formed a soft velvety tunnel into which he could fuck to his heart's content 
and her two rock-hard little nipples were almost touching, tenderly covering 
his pulsating instrument from the top. Smiling down at her lustfully, Martin 
began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting into this bizarre unnatural tunnel 
so far that the red-tipped bulbous head of his cock appeared on the other 
side, leaving a tiny drop of warm sticky seminal fluid with each stroke. 

After a moment or two, however, he had to slow himself down, feeling that 
hot fiery sensation in his testicles which warned him that he could not 
expect to hold out forever in the face of the overwhelming sexual 
stimulation his throbbing cock was receiving. While he rested, the young 
school teacher entertained himself by playing with her nipples, tweaking 
them between his fingers and chuckling with satisfaction as he watched each 
of the little brown buds throb with regenerating desire. The man could feel 
Sarah's body begin to buck and churn again beneath him and he realized that 
the unnaturalness of what they were about to do was exciting the girl all 
over again. 

Sarah's mouth was working, muttering indecent mumblings and Martin found 
himself unable to tear his eyes off those two moist red lips and the thought 
that they were his to abuse almost caused the over-stimulated man to 
ejaculate on the spot and spew his hot sticky sperm all over her nakedly 
innocent breasts. 

But he controlled himself with an act of the will and inched up even higher, 
breaking his cock away from the warm tantalizing imprisonment of her 
breasts, moving forward so that his knees were on either side of her head 
and his hard swaying member thrust out directly over her face. From where 
she was lying, prone and helpless, Sarah could see the sperm-filled ridge 
pulsating on the underside of his lust-swollen penis and for a moment, she 
almost regretted having issued that lewd invitation a few minutes before to 
orally fuck her. 

He was going to ram that heavy murderous instrument down her throat, she 
realized with a sudden rush of dismay. This was the very act her own husband 
had been urging her to submit to for the two years of their marriage and she 
had always rejected him coldly and disdainfully. Now she was going to get it 
from another man who would gleefully empty his obscene cum into her 
defenseless throat! 

Out in the hallway, Tess and Will strained their eyes to see in the dim 
light, their own lust growing in power as they watched this depraved drama 
unfold. 

"She's going to suck him off," gasped Tess in a whisper. "Funny, because he 
never would let me do it!" 

"I don't believe it," snapped Benson in an undertone. "Maybe Martin thinks 
he's going to get a blow-job out of Sarah, but he doesn't know her the way I 
do. Believe me, Sarah thinks that mouths were made for singing hymns and 
nothing else." 

But Will was to be proven wrong almost immediately. His sperm-heavy balls 
resting lewdly on her chin and his buttocks sitting lightly on the firm 
resilient mounds of her breasts, Martin moved slightly to allow his long 
moist cock to come to rest directly on the trembling red crest of her lips. 
He half-expected her to clamp her mouth tight with rage, but instead the 
ravaged young woman gently closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Before 
Martin realized what was happening to him, he was inside of her, feeling the 
warm torturous pressure of her tongue as it curled around the thickly 
pulsing shaft of his penis. 

Sarah was wasting no time, evidently having decided to do it and get it over 
with as quickly as possible. Her lips were soft and pleasant as they 
fastened on him, forming a tight elastic seal around his convulsively 
jerking shaft. She was taking him as far into her gently sucking mouth as 
possible and he could feel the warm thick saliva accumulating in the 
interior and mixing with the lewd seminal emissions from his own tensely 
sweating body. 

Then she began to suck on him in earnest, bringing her delicate hands up to 
apply greater pressure on the rigid base of his cock while she nibbled and 
licked at him expertly as if she had done this a thousand times before. 

His enthusiasm for this project growing by leaps and bounds, Martin clasped 
his hands tightly to her cheeks, applying even greater pressure to his hotly 
laboring cock, grunting with intense carnal satisfaction as he fucked 
jubilantly in and out of her cruelly stretched mouth. Now, half-crazed by 
the perverse unnatural act he was involved in, wild bizarre erotic thoughts 
and fantasies filled the young man's mind and all he could think of was the 
prospect of cumming in her mouth and making her swallow his lewd sperm while 
her husband watched incredulously from the hall. 

His loins were heating up to a fever pitch now and he recognized that he 
could not keep this up forever. Sarah was sucking away as if her life 
depended upon it, feeling the steady pat-pat of his heavily swinging balls 
as they beat rhythmically against her chin. The young girl could feel the 
pressure constantly building and his cock seemed to be getting longer and 
longer by the moment. She knew that Will and Tess were watching, entranced, 
from behind the door, and she desperately wanted her husband to see exactly 
what she did when his best friend pumped his steaming load into her open 
willing throat. 

Then, a second earlier than either of them expected, Martin's cock began to 
explode! 

Nothing could stop it once his orgasm had begun and Martin's muscular body 
went still and rigid as the spasm swept over him. The hot white liquid 
suddenly began gushing out of him in an intense, hot flood and with a groan, 
the school teacher shoved his wildly-ejaculating cock even deeper into the 
farthest recesses of her gurgling gagging throat. 

For Sarah, it was the moment of truth. The young housewife struggled bravely 
to swallow every drop of the lust-inciting fluid he pumped copiously into 
her mouth and the two voyeurs in the hall could see her clearly as she 
gulped the sticky white semen gluttonously, her cheeks distended as if she 
were blowing up a balloon. 

A few drops escaped the tightly ovaled seal of her lips, dribbling obscenely 
down her cheeks and into her rich brown hair, but she succeeded in 
swallowing most of it, courageously licking and nibbling at his slowly 
deflating penis as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. 

Sarah took his softly jerking tool between her delicate fingers and pushed 
the rough leathery foreskin as far back as it would go, using her agile 
cum-coated tongue to reach into every nook and cranny, cleaning him like a 
mother cat attending to her kittens. 

Then the two new lovers felt the bed sag and for the first time they became 
aware that Tess and Will, both still as naked as they, had joined them on 
the mattress. For some reason she never clearly understood, Sarah took one 
look at the solemn expression on her husband's face and immediately got the 
giggles, laughing hysterically with Martin's limp damp penis clasped 
lovingly between her fingers. 

The school master studied his wife, feeling somehow that he ought to be 
angry, but the anger simply would not come. Tess was eying him quizzically, 
trying to decide from the expression on his face whether he was genuinely 
outraged or not. Martin thought about it for a long moment, feeling his 
carnal desire slowly building up again as he looked at his wife's splendidly 
naked body. 

Then Martin stared directly at Will Benson, the man who had seduced his wife 
and treacherously maneuvered him into bed with the innocent Sarah. The 
school teacher's face hardened and his voice was low and menacing as he 
spoke. 

"All right, Benson, it's time we got one thing straight!" Edwards growled. 

A moment of apprehension passed over the salesman's handsome face. He was 
bigger than his friend and probably stronger but the idea of a fight did not 
appeal to him. 

"What's that, Marty?" he asked mildly. 

"We're going to have to get ourselves a bigger bed!" the school teacher 
exclaimed with a sudden grin. "How can I do my stuff all cramped like this?" 

BOOK TWO 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Summer came to Vine Street and Martin Edwards began his annual battle to 
keep the ivy from completely smothering his old family home. This year, 
fortunately, he had the help of his friend and next door neighbor, Will 
Benson, who wheeled and dealed among the vines as if they were salesmen from 
a rival company. In their spare time, the two couples were hard at work on a 
joint swimming pool which stretched between their respective properties, 
hoping to have it finished and filled with water before the hot days in 
August. Mrs. Murry, a widow who lived in the brick house up the street, said 
she thought it was just lovely the way the Edwards and the Bensons had taken 
to one another. Tess and Sarah had become inseparable, Mrs. Murry testified 
to the local gossips, and the school-teacher's wife had begun to take an 
interest in the charity work which Sarah had handled alone for so long. The 
two girls routinely did their shopping and household chores together while 
their husbands worked side-by-side on the swimming pool. The only thing 
which upset Mrs. Murry was the fact that Sarah seemed to have given up going 
to church on Sunday morning, excusing herself by saying that her attendance 
was constantly interfering with the weekend plans made by the other three. 
Mrs. Murry could well understand this, although the church choir missed 
Sarah's strong soprano voice. 

After all, the widow told everyone who would listen, the Bensons and the 
Edwards were all fine upstanding young people. In a day and age like this 
one, the widow insisted, where married couples were constantly getting 
involved with drugs or extra-marital affairs, it was so good to see decent 
God-fearing couples enjoying themselves innocently and wholesomely! 

* * * 

"The old bag's right," asserted Will Benson with a lecherous grin on his 
broad handsome face. "The families that lay together, stay together!" 

"Oh, it's all right to joke," Martin warned his friend, "but we really can't 
afford to get too careless, especially with people like Mrs. Murry. If the 
people in this town found out the kind of games the four of us like to play, 
you and I would be on the streets looking for jobs and not finding any." 

"Don't get uptight, Marty," Tess assured him. "With just the four of us in 
the group, it's not likely that anyone else could find out about our 
arrangement, is it?" 

"And we're always so careful about keeping the shades pulled and watching 
what we say in front of other people," added Sarah, getting up from the sofa 
to pour everyone another drink. 

"But we've got to watch what we do in public," remarked Tess, glancing at 
Will Benson. "The other day in the super market, this hot-shot salesman put 
his hand on my ass! It was a miracle that no one saw us!" 

"I don't know what I could have been thinking about," apologized Will 
humbly. "We were just standing there, arguing about what kind of hot dogs to 
take on the picnic and without realizing it, I gave her bottom a little 
pat." 

"Yeah, and one little pat like that could make some busybody very 
suspicious," Martin warned. "Remember, a school teacher is supposed to be a 
pillar of the community. Why, imagine what would happen if Mr. Jacobs found 
out we were sharing our wives." 

"The old fart!" injected Tess contemptuously. "He probably doesn't know what 
a swapper is." 

"Too bad, though," added Will Benson thoughtfully. "He may be an old fart, 
but he's got a pretty good-looking wife. I wouldn't mind getting my rocks 
off with her once or twice." 

"And why do you call him an old fart?" objected Sarah, blushing slightly as 
she repeated Tess' vulgar word. "I think he's a very nice man, and he looks 
very strong and virile for his age. After all, he must have something going 
for him in order to hang onto a young attractive wife like that." 

"Oh, I don't doubt that he keeps up his end of the bargain," explained 
Martin. "I see him working out in the gym on lunch hours and he's got more 
muscles than I'll ever have. But he's also a big guy at the church and gets 
involved with all these anti-pornography campaigns. Why one day he caught 
one of my students with a girlie magazine and I had to argue with him for 
hours to keep the kid from being expelled from the school. The guy is Mr. 
Morality and if he found out about us, he'd see to it that I never taught 
again. Besides, he's going to retire in a year or two and he'll have a lot 
to say about who follows him as principal. I'm the leading contender and I 
want to stay that way, which is why we have to entertain him every once in 
awhile." 

"And listen to his sermons for a couple of hours," complained Tess with an 
exaggerated groan. 

"Oh, it isn't that bad," volunteered Will Benson. "And think how much money 
hubby'll make when he becomes a principal. As his friends, it's up to us to 
give him a hand." 

"Oh, I guess you're right," sighed the rust-haired woman lustily. "It's just 
that I feel sort of uncomfortable sitting around the living room with all my 
clothes on." 

In fact, since their introduction to wife-sharing, lifestyles in the two 
families had changed drastically. Nowadays, as soon as they all met in one 
of their homes, all four immediately stripped for action. Even after 
everyone had enjoyed all the sex he or she could handle and someone 
suggested a game of poker, they remained naked around the card table and 
spending an evening fully clothed was trying for all of them. 

Both Martin and Sarah had been dubious about this sharing business, even 
after that fantastic night six months previously when they had unexpectedly 
found themselves in bed together, but their apprehensions faded after a few 
weeks and they began to enjoy the games invented by Tess and Will. While 
Sarah and Martin always remained a little shyer than their mates, most of 
their inhibitions were gone after the first month and whatever they did, 
they all did together. 

Will had immediately accepted Martin's original suggestion and hired a 
mattress-maker in a nearby town to create for them the largest bed ever seen 
on Vine Street, big enough for the wildest antics four devious minds could 
imagine. 

"Well, look, they aren't going to be here for another hour at least," 
mentioned Martin after consulting his watch. "We've got time for a couple of 
snap-shots of anybody feels like amateur photography." 

"Now you're talking!" agreed Tess with a burst of enthusiasm, leaping to her 
feet and going to work on the buttons of her dress. 

"Right on!" Will concurred, going to fetch the camera. "I had some ideas 
this morning for a couple of shot combinations which ought to bust this poor 
machine right open." 

"And if old Jacobs comes early, we can ask him to hold the camera," joked 
Martin as he climbed out of his pants. The group had discovered the 
pleasures of photography only a month before, finding that shooting a couple 
of rolls of film in the nude was the ideal warm up for an evening of sex. 
Since they obviously could not take their film to the corner drug store for 
development, Martin had invested in one of those automatic cameras which 
produces a perfectly-developed picture ten seconds after the shutter is 
released. There was a lot of good-natured but lewd joking as the four young 
people undressed carelessly, scattering their clothing around the room, and 
Martin picked up the camera and began adjusting the lens aperture for the 
proper setting. 

"Let's see now," he grinned evilly at the group. "Two women and a man. What 
kind of combination can we work... " 

"Wait a minute!" protested Will, humorously pointing at his limply dangling 
cock. "My friend here isn't ready to have his portrait taken. I like him to 
look his best." 

"Hmmmm, I think we can take care of that, don't you, Sarah?" questioned Tess 
lasciviously, dropping nakedly to her knees in front of the salesman. 

"Wait, I want to help!" called Sarah, as usual, having difficulty getting 
her brassiere unfastened. When the bra finally landed on the floor, the 
naked, heavy-chested woman darted to her girlfriend's side. 

Will's cock started to rise automatically as the two voluptuous women were 
both on their knees before him, facing one another and so close that their 
breasts were actually touching, with Benson's long bulbous cock stretched 
happily between them. Slowly, the two girls arched tantalizingly forward, 
their mouths open and their arms around each other's shoulders so that their 
lust supple bodies crushed together, trapping Will's now trembling cock 
between their lips. 

"Hold it!" commanded Martin jubilantly, his own cock racing towards the 
ceiling as he snapped the obscene photograph. "That has possibilities, 
folks. Let's try a couple more on the same theme" 

* * * 

Things got out of hand and the four were in a pile of thrashing sweating 
bodies on the floor an hour later when the door bell rang. 

"Oh Christ!" groaned Martin, gently withdrawing his rock-hard penis from his 
wife's gaping mouth and lifting his lips from the delicate valley of Sarah's 
moistly splayed cunt. "It's them!" 

"Okay, no need for panic," said Will calmly, taking charge in an emergency 
as he always did. "Everybody get your clothes on real fast. Sarah, you hide 
those photographs somewhere and Tess, you straighten up the room. Marty and 
I'll go out the back door and come around the side of the house as if we had 
been out in the garden and that'll give us an excuse for being late 
answering the door." 

No one had a better plan to offer and anyway there was hardly any time to 
argue the point. Everyone did exactly what they were supposed to do as 
quietly and quickly as possible and the two men let themselves silently out 
the back door and circled through the darkness to the front door where Mr. 
and Mrs. Jacobs stood waiting. 

"Hi!" Martin called cheerfully to his employer and Mrs. Jacobs. "Hope you 
haven't been standing here too long. We were all out back dreaming about our 
swimming pool." 

"Ah!" beamed Mr. Jacobs. "We'll be around to visit you much more frequently 
once you get it finished, Martin. Very enterprising of you, I must say." 

The two young men groaned inwardly at the idea of having the Jacobs as 
frequent visitors, but they forced smiles onto their faces and invited their 
guests into the living room. Will scanned the room nervously, half-expecting 
to see some give-away detail, but the two wives had done an excellent job of 
clearing away all the incriminating evidence. Both women were sitting primly 
on the couch as the Jacobs entered, smiling properly. 

"How nice of you to stop by!" 

"How nice of you to ask us!" 

"What a nice house you have!" 

"What nice weather we're having!" 

And so the conversation went. Her nerves now a little calmer, Tess lighted a 
cigarette and settled back on the couch to study the high school principal 
and his young wife. 

Jacobs himself looked something like an old goat. His gray hair was 
fashionably long, flowing around his ears, and his face constantly bore the 
expression of a man who wanted to tell a dirty joke and did not quite dare, 
but was enjoying it privately anyway. Somehow he never looked like the 
pillar of the community's morality he was supposed to be and somewhere in 
the back of Tess' mind, she formed the notion that Mr. Jacobs might be a 
huge phony. He was talking very seriously about the latest educational 
techniques in use at the school, mentioning that he hoped that Martin would 
be selected as his successor since Martin was also enthusiastic about these 
new methods and could be counted on to continue them. As he talked, Sarah 
shifted carelessly on the couch, crossing her legs in such fashion that her 
mini-skirt slipped high up on her thighs, revealing generous portions of the 
girl's sleekly tapered legs. Mr. Jacobs never missed a word in the lecture 
he was delivering, Tess observed, but his eyes were quite clearly focused on 
Sarah's attractive body and nowhere else. 

Mrs. Jacobs was at least fifteen years younger than her husband, a 
well-preserved thirty-five and Will Benson studied her carefully as they 
chatted. She was obviously a woman who paid a lot of attention to her looks 
and the way she dressed. Constant exercise had quite plainly gone into the 
business of keeping her breasts high and firm and her waist narrow, and she 
looked to Benson like a gal who knew how to handle herself in the sack. 

"So I said to the School Board... " 

"Would you like another drink?" 

"Oh, your curtains are divine!" 

"We really must go shortly... " 

The conversation droned on for another hour before the Jacobs remembered 
another call which they had to make and stood up to go. 

"Oh, could I use your little girl's room?" asked Mrs. Jacobs suddenly as 
Martin held her coat for her. 

"Sure, Mrs. Jacobs," he responded affably. "It's right down that hallway." 

As Mrs. Jacobs disappeared in the direction of the bathroom, purse under her 
arm, Tess and Sarah looked at each other, a strange panicky expression 
coming over both of their faces. Martin Edwards noticed that something was 
wrong, but it was obviously not the moment to make inquiries so he held his 
tongue until the principal's wife reappeared and left with her husband. 

"What were all those mysterious glances about?" he asked quietly as soon as 
they heard the Jacobs car move off down the street. Sarah had already 
streaked in the direction of the bathroom and Tess was looking distinctly 
pale. 

"The pictures... the pictures... " she stammered. "We hid them in the 
medicine cabinet. "It never occurred to us... " 

"Oh sweet suffering Christ!" moaned Martin in agony as Sarah re-entered the 
room. "Does it look like she saw them?" 

"Nothing's been disturbed," Sarah assured them re-entering the room. "Of 
course, there's no way to tell exactly, but she wasn't in there for more 
than a moment." 

"And why should she go poking around in the medicine cabinet anyway?" 
demanded Will. 

"Because she's a woman and women are nosy!" retorted Tess. "I always have 
the temptation to look into the medicine cabinet when I'm in a strange 
house. You can find out so much about people that way." 

"And she could have learned a terrible lot about us," moaned Sarah, her face 
coloring as she recalled the lewd depraved actions she had been performing 
in some of those pictures. 

"This could be the end," agonized Martin, ringing his hands. 

"Now look, will everybody please calm down," suggested Will, as usual taking 
charge of the situation. "This is not the end of anything. She was only in 
there long enough to hoist up her dress, drop her drawers and have a quick 
pee. When she came out, she looked like a woman who was happy to have a load 
off her bladder and nothing else. There were at least twenty-five pictures 
in the lot and if she'd seen them, she could hardly have resisted the 
temptation to look at them all. And she wasn't in there long enough to have 
done it. Besides, not everybody is as nosy as you two broads. Come on, let's 
do some serious fucking." 

"You're right!" affirmed Martin, deciding to worry no more about the 
incident. "They wasted enough of our loving time as it is." 

"If you guys say so," agreed Sarah dubiously, removing her dress with a 
worried expression. 

"I say so," stated Martin positively. "Come on, let's get naked!" 

* * * 

Martin Edwards had always been a good teacher and popular with his students, 
but most of the pupils in his high school had noticed that the "teach" had 
seemed more relaxed and jovial over the course of the last semester. He now 
occasionally shared a slightly off-color joke with the older boys and 
sometimes pretended to flirt with the more attractive girls. But today, 
everybody noticed that he was distracted and tense and when the bell rang 
signifying the end of the day, Mr. Edwards seemed even happier about it than 
they were. 

The class filed out of the room, pushing and talking while Martin slumped 
behind his desk. As the last student disappeared down the hall, the 
principal's secretary put her head in the door. 

"Mr. Jacobs would like you to stop by and see him before you leave, Mr. 
Edwards," she said brightly. 

Martin's heart began sinking rapidly, but he tried his best to keep up a 
brave front. 

"Did he... uh... mention what it was about?" he inquired, fishing for some 
reassurance. 

"No," she informed him with a pleasant smile. "Just said it was very 
important." 

Martin had read detective stories about people who confessed to murders they 
had committed to policemen who had come to the door to sell tickets to the 
Policemen's Ball, so he reminded himself not to start defending himself 
until after Mr. Jacobs had clearly indicated that he knew what the score 
was. 

Indeed, there was no particular point in defending himself at all, if the 
principal had discovered that he, Tess and the Bensons were involved in a 
wife-sharing arrangement, he was ruined and that was all there was to it! 

The head of the school was looking particularly grave as the young teacher 
opened the door to his office and nervously approached the desk. 

"Uh... you wanted to see me, Mr. Jacobs?" he asked, his palms growing 
slightly sweaty. The principal wasted no time in coming to the point. 

"Sit down, Edwards," he snapped sharply. "I am curious to know how you 
propose to explain this picture." 

Sliding back his top right-hand desk drawer, Jacobs withdrew a snapshot and 
sent it sailing across the glass top of the desk. Martin steadied it with 
his hand and saw in a minute that his worst fears were to be realized. It 
was far and away the most obscene photograph of the lot. Martin's clever new 
camera had an automatic shutter, one which could be set to take a picture 
thirty seconds after the button had been pushed and they had used this 
device to include all four of them in the photograph. 

The image was remarkably clear: along the bottom lay Will Benson, his head 
buried between his wife's legs as he sucked lecherously on her clasping 
visibly open vaginal aperture. Sarah, quite plainly writhing in lust because 
of the abnormal stimulation she was receiving from below, was doing her 
damnedest to give as good as she was getting, and the man to whom she was 
giving it was none other than Vine Street's favorite teacher, Martin Edwards 
himself, whose hard bulbous cock was thrust obscenely into the girl's gaping 
gulping mouth. 

Nor was Martin idle in this pornographic portrait. His face was only 
partially visible because it was jammed unnaturally into the hotly flowing 
pussy of his wife, who in turn was enthusiastically sucking Benson's 
lust-stiffened manhood, thus completing the daisy chain. They were all there 
and all quite identifiable, and the school teacher could think of no 
conceivable way of denying or explaining away this bizarre licentious 
activity. He was nailed to the cross. 

And on the other hand, Edwards suddenly decided, why should he grovel around 
in front of Mr. Jacobs? Naturally if a little groveling could somehow save 
his job, then perhaps it might be worthwhile. But he was obviously going to 
get the sack whether he groveled or not. So why not hang on to what little 
dignity he had left? Besides, he was not really sorry, not in the least. He 
had loved every one of the orgiastic evenings he had spent with the other 
three and his enlarged sex-life had been worth the risk. They had played for 
big stakes and lost. Take it like a man, he told himself, and he flipped the 
photograph back to Mr. Jacobs with a careless insolent flick of his fingers. 

"Keep it!" he said calmly. "Maybe it will come in useful for one of your 
morality lectures. And Mrs. Jacobs has one hell of a nerve going through our 
medicine cabinet." 

"She was looking for an aspirin," responded Jacobs, a little startled by 
this unexpected counter-attack. 

"Well, I do hope our pictures cured her headache," Martin snapped 
sarcastically. 

"I am still waiting for your explanation of this photograph," stated the 
principal coldly, searching the younger man's face with his eyes. 

"What's to explain?" exclaimed the teacher. "It seems to me the picture 
speaks for itself." 

"I would say it does," affirmed his superior. "I would deduce from the 
obscene degenerate photograph that you and your wife have fallen into the 
low corrupt unnatural practice of wife-swapping." 

"Guilty on all counts," replied Edwards flippantly, gazing at the ceiling 
and wondering how far away he would have to go to find another job. 
"Although we prefer to think of it as sharing, not swapping, since we all 
genuinely love each other." 

"I wonder if you understand the consequences of this," lectured the 
principal, getting to his feet and continuing to examine the photograph. "I 
mean, surely you don't think this is normal conduct? Do you imagine that 
Mrs. Jacobs and I, or the members of the School Board indulge in this kind 
of animalistic orgy?" 

"Do you a world of good," Martin shot back, still trying to play the tough 
guy. "But no, I don't imagine you do." 

"Ah, but there you're wrong," responded Jacobs with a sudden unexpected 
grin. "We do and we enjoy it just as much as you people apparently do! How 
marvelous, Martin! We've been wanting to expand our group for a year now and 
you and the Bensons will make terrific new members. Congratulations, my boy, 
you and your friends are about to join the biggest swappers' group in this 
part of the state!" 

* * * 

The group sat in stunned silence for a minute as Martin Edwards recited his 
story. Sarah was pale and even the usually enthusiastic Tess looked somewhat 
unsettled at this unexpected turn of events. Will Benson was pacing the 
floor as his friend talked, smoking one cigarette after another. 

"But you told him no!" Sarah cried, panic in her eyes. 

"Honey, you've got to understand my state of mind at the time," the school 
teacher tried to explain. "I walked into the office expecting to be told I 
could never teach anywhere again. I was caught too far off-guard to tell him 
anything." 

"And he's signed us up for next Friday night?" inquired Will, a strange 
lecherous glint in his eye. 

"Yeah," answered Martin morosely. "Right after the Parent-Teachers' 
Association Meeting, he has another meeting of certain selected parents and 
teachers scheduled for a slightly different purpose. Adult education, I 
suppose you could call it." 

"But you could have explained that this sort of thing just sort of happened 
to us," rationalized Sarah, visibly upset by this whole misadventure, "and 
said we didn't want to join some sort of orgy group." 

"Well, I was going to say something like that, but he kept telling me that a 
majority of the school board was in this group-all the wealthy powerful men 
in the community-and that our showing up would clinch my nomination as the 
next principal of the school. He didn't say so, exactly, but I gathered that 
our not showing up after we'd been invited would definitely un-clinch 
things." 

"Well, I don't know what all the sweat is about," commented Tess, lighting a 
cigarette and leaning back against a pillow. "None of us exactly qualify as 
virgins anymore. If we don't like this outfit, there's no law says we have 
to stay, is there? We show up, just to keep Mr. Jacobs happy, see what the 
scene is like and then go back to our private association if we decide we'd 
rather do it ourselves." 

"Tess, how can you say such a thing?" demanded Sarah, color climbing into 
her cheeks as she envisioned herself being debauched before a gang of 
complete strangers. "How do we know what kind of horrible things these 
people like to do?" 

At this, Martin stirred uncomfortably in his seat. 

"Well, Jacobs gave me a fairly concrete idea of the kind of swinging this 
bunch goes in for. They do some things we never thought of." 

"We can't!" wailed Sarah. 

"We've got no choice," Will corrected her casually. "And who knows? It might 
be fun!" 

* * * 

"Oh, I just know you're going to love it," Mrs. Jacobs gushed as she led the 
little group into her spacious and well-decorated living room. "We've never 
had a party yet that didn't leave everybody exhausted but happy for a week. 
Come on, I'll introduce you to our friends. Most of them are people you 
already know, but you'll get to know them all a hell of a lot better before 
the night is over!" 

Tess and Will, arm in arm, fed the way with Sarah and Martin following 
rather dubiously behind, the salesman's wife particularly unhappy about this 
entire experiment. The wear and tear on her conscience had been bad enough 
when they had first begun to share their bodies with one another, but she 
could not see how she could ever come to accept the idea of lying down with 
a complete stranger and letting him take possession of her delicate 
desirable body. It just seemed too perverse, too unnatural! There would be 
no love involved, and love was what really counted! 

"Let's go," her husband urged her with a lecherous grin. "Relax, Sarah! You 
look like you've got acute indigestion or something!" 

The frightened young wife tried desperately to shape her face into something 
approaching a smile, but the effort was in vain. Not only was she miserable 
at the idea of attending an orgy, but the very clothing she was wearing 
embarrassed her. Knowing that people were expected to turn up at functions 
such as this looking their best, Will had carted the two girls off to a 
larger city nearby and purchased them both the kind of dresses one could not 
buy at the Women's Wear Shop on Vine Street, with low-cut necklines and 
short skirts. They had all insisted that Sarah leave her heavy swaying 
breasts free and unrestricted by a brassiere and the voluptuous but timid 
young wife correctly assumed that all eyes in the room would be staring 
lewdly at her the moment she made her entrance. 

There were twenty-five or thirty people in attendance, most of them people 
Sarah already knew, some from the church and others, horrifyingly enough, 
her own neighbors on Vine Street. 

Tess and Will immediately flung themselves into socializing, joining a 
laughing rowdy group around the bar. Martin and Sarah stood by themselves 
for an instant, momentarily deserted by their hostess, and took a quick look 
around. There was no question that Mr. Jacobs had been correct when he had 
boasted that most of the wealthy and influential men in town would be here 
with their wives. Several members of the School Board called out greetings 
to the young teacher and Martin saw some of their wives sending him very 
explicitly, inviting winks from across the room. 

"Oh, Marty, what are we going to do?" wailed Sarah in his ear. "You know 
perfectly well we aren't the types to get involved in this kind of 
business!" 

"I know we're not," confessed Edwards unhappily. "We obviously can't turn 
around and walk out, at least not yet. Let's try to stay together and play 
it by ear. If worse comes to worst, when the orgy starts we can always grab 
a couch somewhere and pretend to be all wrapped up in each other. Since 
you're Will's wife and not mine, that ought to satisfy everybody's appetite 
for sin. Meanwhile, let's get a couple of drinks inside of us, so we don't 
stand here looking like a couple of nuns marooned in a whore house." 

They moved towards the bar, smiling shyly at people they met and Sarah felt 
her buttocks manhandled more than once as they pushed their way through the 
crowd. By the time they emerged with tall potent drinks in hand, Will and 
Tess were waiting for them, standing in deep conversation with Mrs. Jacobs, 
or, as she now insisted they call her, Patty. 

"After all," she exclaimed, grinning at Martin with an expression of 
undisguised lust. "We're going to get to know each other very, very well in 
the course of the evening and I don't want Martin calling me "Mrs. Jacobs" 
at any crucial moments, do I?" 

Will laughed out loud at the idea, and Martin managed a weak smile. The very 
idea of playing sex-games with an obviously experienced woman like Mrs. 
Jacobs (or Patty, he mentally corrected himself) frankly terrified the young 
man and he found himself longing for the calm reassuring body of Sarah. 

"Now I should explain the rules. We don't have very many regulations but you 
need a few in any organization," Patty continued merrily, putting her arms 
around Martin and Will and pulling them all together in a tight little 
bunch. "First, after you're members yourselves, you can suggest new members, 
but you aren't allowed to tell anyone about us until the whole group agrees 
and gives the go-ahead. For example, after I found that charming little 
group-portrait in your medicine chest, my busy little hubby was on the phone 
all night getting everybody's consent to include the four of you in the 
group. It wasn't hard because we all agreed that we needed some new blood." 

"Just about everybody we know is already a member," put in Will, "so there's 
no problem with us on that score. When does the action start, Patty?" 

"Just wait a minute, hot-pants," she told him with a seductive smile. 
"You'll get a chance to do your stuff before very long and I know just the 
girl to start you with! Now normally in our bunch, everybody is on his own, 
meaning that you can do what you want with whomever you want, providing the 
other person agrees, which will be most of the time. But tonight is your 
initiation night, and we have a special set of rules for first-nighters to 
make sure that you all get to meet everybody in the crowd. So this evening, 
all the girls in the gang get a crack at you two boys, after I've had my 
turn naturally, and all the men get to do whatever they want with you two 
girls. You'll have a couple of tired pussies tomorrow, I promise you!" 

"But there must be fifteen girls here tonight!" protested Will, somehow not 
looking too unhappy about the prospect. "What do you think we are, 
supermen?" 

Patty Jacobs favored him with a lascivious wink and nudged him in the ribs 
as she answered. 

"From what I saw of that tool of yours in the photograph, I'd say you could 
give it the old college try," she told him obscenely. "And when you run out 
of gas, you'll have to use your imagination." As she spoke, the depraved 
principal's wife ran her fingers lightly over Will Benson's mouth, leaving 
no doubt as to what he was expected to use to satisfy the women in the group 
after his physical strength declined. Will nodded in perfect understanding, 
grinning mischievously at the rest of the group. 

"Sounds great!" asserted Tess as her husband stared at her in surprise. 
"When do we start?" 

"We've scheduled a little entertainment first to get you all warmed up," 
Patty announced. "It should be starting in a few minutes. In the meantime, 
why don't you get around and meet some of the others? I suppose I'm old 
fashioned, but I always like to chat with a man for a few minutes before he 
tosses me on my back and goes to work." 

Favoring them with one last grin, Patty waved and disappeared into the 
crowd. 

"This sounds like more fun than a barrel of fucking monkeys,'" affirmed Will 
sincerely. "Boy, am I glad things worked out the way they did! What do you 
think, Tess, are you ready to handle fifteen men?" 

"Long as they don't start coming back for seconds," responded the red-headed 
woman crudely, grinning at her lover with an expression of undisguised 
carnal lust. "And besides, all fifteen of them won't want the same thing 
exactly, will they? Come on, kids, let's do what Patty suggested and meet 
some people!" 

Will seized Tess' hand and the two of them plunged happily back into the 
crowd. Everybody in the room had had a couple of drinks by now and things 
were getting distinctly livelier. As Martin and Sarah watched, wide-eyed 
with shock, a man walked up to Tess and introduced himself, automatically 
putting his hands on her full and tantalizing bosom. A girl who could not 
have been more than seventeen years old and who wore a see-through blouse, 
presented herself to Will and plastered her slender young body up against 
his for an open-mouthed kiss while the self-confident salesman ran his hands 
lewdly and freely over her inviting youthful body. 

"Oh God!" wailed Sarah, indulging in an unusual burst of profanity. "Now 
what are we going to do, Marty? Do you want all those women crawling all 
over you?" 

"No!" vowed the school teacher sincerely. "I'd make a fool of myself. I'm so 
scared right now I'm not sure I could even get it up, much less do justice 
to fifteen different women." 

"I can't, I just can't do it," cried the terrorized young wife piteously. 
"The only man I've ever known who didn't hurt me was you, Marty, and I just 
can't turn myself into a whore overnight. Just look at those two!" she 
pointed at their mates. "They act like they've been doing this kind of thing 
since kindergarten!" 

"Look, I don't know what we can do exactly," mumbled Martin in a hushed 
tone. "But let's keep our wits together. You stay by my side and we'll keep 
moving and if anybody bothers us, we'll just say that you aren't felling 
well and I'm keeping you company." 

"Okay," agreed the timid brown-haired woman. "But for God's sake, Marty, 
don't leave me alone for an instant!". 

"We're going to have trouble with those two," commented Jacobs gravely to 
his wife. "I always wondered how a wallflower like Edwards could get 
involved in a swapping scene and now it's all clear. His wife and the Benson 
guy are the real movers and Martin and Sarah are just trailing along for the 
ride. We'll have to take some extra-special measures to make sure they go 
through with the initiation." 

"Leave it to me," smiled Patty Jacobs confidently. "First of all we have to 
separate them. When Sarah sees that Marty is getting his rocks off, she'll 
be forced to go along with the program and you can handle her from there. In 
the meantime, let me concentrate on the young school teacher." 

"What have you got in mind?" inquired Jacobs, but his wife was waving across 
the room at the teenaged girl with the see-through blouse who had kissed 
Will Benson a few minutes before. 

"Kitty, we've got a job for you!" Patty Jacobs announced when the youthful 
girl arrived from across the room. 

"Golly, this is going to be a busy evening for me!" gushed the adolescent 
happily. "First I get to do the entertainment and now another job. What do I 
have to do, Patty?" 

"We want you to help us initiate a new member, Kitty, that man over there. 
His name is Martin, and he's a little shy. I want you to get a couple of the 
younger girls together and here's what you have to do." Patty whispered a 
few sentences in the young girl's ear and Jacobs watched with contentment as 
a wide lascivious smile spread across the teenager's pretty face. 

"Golly, that'll be fun!" Kitty agreed vivaciously. "Should we do it now or 
wait until after the entertainment?" 

"Do it now," advised Jacobs sternly. "After the entertainment you may not 
feel like it." 

"Okay," squealed the girl happily. "Watch me wind him around my little 
finger!" And she darted away, intent upon the business of gathering together 
a group of girls for the job of seducing Martin Edwards. Meanwhile, Patty 
Jacobs wheeled on her husband impatiently. 

"That was a careless remark about her not feeling like it after the 
entertainment," she snapped. "What are you trying to do, scare her off?" 

"Sorry, it just slipped out," apologized the principal. "But anyway, the kid 
is far to dumb to pick up any subtle points. She's so excited about the idea 
of being fucked by the biggest cock in the house that she hasn't had time to 
think about exactly who the owner of the cock might be." 

"This could really be some entertainment," murmured Patty softly, her voice 
growing heavy with lust as she thought about the performance ahead of them. 

"First things first," her husband reminded her. "We've got to be good hosts 
and make sure that all of our guests are having a good time." 

"Whether they want to or not," grinned Patty in agreement. 

"Right!" grunted Jacobs lustily. "Man, I'm going to have a time working that 
little Sarah over. I hope Kitty can bring it off." 

* * * 

Kitty did. Martin saw her coming across the room with a group of the younger 
women and somehow knew instinctively that they were coming toward him. 

"My God, look at that dress!" gasped Sarah in dismay as they watched the 
young girl approach. "She hasn't got much she isn't already showing." 

Martin eyed with unconcealed pleasure the perky little brown nipples bobbing 
under Kitty's almost transparent blouse, and felt deep within his loins the 
first signs of sexual excitement of the evening. 

"She's really built, though," he commented appreciatively. 

"And young enough to be your daughter, or at least one of your students," 
Sarah reminded him sharply, feeling her hold on her protector starting to 
slip. 

"Yeah, but these kids today are way ahead of us sexually," Martin pointed 
out. "At her age, I wasn't really sure what went where, and here she is, the 
belle of the swappers' ball." 

"Pardon me," said Kitty as the flock of youthful women closed around Martin, 
gently edging out Sarah. "Aren't you Martin Edwards, the teacher?" 

"Why, yes," responded Martin, flattered to be recognized by this bevy of 
young beauties. 

"Oh, that's great! We know some of your students and we've heard so much 
about you. The kids at your school say that you're the smartest man on the 
faculty." 

"Oh," stammered Martin, unused to all this flattery. "That's very... " 

"Listen, Martin," Kitty interrupted. "You're supposed to be an authority on 
politics and foreign affairs and all that stuff, and we've been having an 
argument we want you to settle for us." 

The girls were clustered tightly around the school teacher, crowding Sarah 
farther and farther out of the way. Martin, for the moment, seemed to be 
entranced by the boldly-revealed sight of Kitty's high, widely-spaced young 
breasts and he frankly forgot about the fearful young housewife he was 
supposed to be protecting. 

"Well, I have done some reading in the field," he responded happily, wishing 
his own students could be as interested in serious matters as these young 
girls apparently were. 

"I can't hear!" protested one of Kitty's friends. "Everybody's making too 
much noise." 

"She's right," decided Kitty promptly. "Let's go into that bedroom for a 
minute while we ask Mr. Edwards our questions. You don't mind, do you, 
Martin?" 

The school teacher was frankly astounded at this display of intelligent 
interest in politics, particularly from a group of young girls who had 
presumably come to this party with something else in mind other than serious 
talk about national issues. Somehow, he found himself swept along with the 
group and as the bedroom door closed, he failed to notice that Sarah was, 
for some reason, no longer with them. 

When she felt the door suddenly slam in her face, Sarah stood looking at it 
for a moment in amazement. She had never been so neatly out-maneuvered in 
her life and she realized immediately that the gang of teenage girls could 
not possibly be that interested in hearing one of Martin's boring lectures 
on foreign affairs. 

"Hey, it looks like you're all alone, sweetheart," came a voice from behind 
her. She whirled, finding herself boxed into a corner by Mr. Jacobs and a 
couple of other men, all of them grinning at her fiercely. "Oh well... " she 
stammered, not wishing to be rude to her host, but frankly unable to think 
of anything intelligent to say. 

"Now you've been avoiding us all evening, beautiful," announced the high 
school principal, "and we want you to know that you're up against some very 
persistent men. Come on, let's have a drink and a chat, because the 
entertainment is going to start in a few minutes. 

"But... I was waiting for my friend, Martin," she stumbled uneasily, sensing 
that there was a conspiracy of some kind in the air, but unable to control 
the events which were taking place around her. Unwillingly, she followed Mr. 
Jacobs up to the bar for another drink, feeling herself surrounded by 
lustful desirous men. 

"What's the entertainment going to be?" she asked innocently, trying to get 
the conversation running along more normal channels. 

"It should be very interesting," commented Jacobs, handing her a strong 
whiskey on the rocks. "You noticed our little friend, Kitty? She's our 
youngest member and one of our most active participants! Anyway, Kitty has 
volunteered to provide the entertainment tonight by submitting to-shall we 
say-ravishment by the largest cock in the house. Naturally the identity of 
the owner of this marvelous instrument shall be kept a secret from everyone, 
including Kitty, until the very last moment. Provides the element of 
suspense, you see. 

"Oh... you mean, this is going to happen right in front of everybody?" 
quavered Sarah scarcely believing her ears. 

"Yes. Most of us are men who would rather play than watch, but we find it 
pleasant to start the evening off with a little demonstration by one of our 
braver members. Rather sets the tone for the evening, don't you think?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Thus, the President in the past few decades has largely displaced the 
Senate as the key mover in the area of foreign relations," Martin was 
concluding his explanation. "Despite the fact that the U.S. Constitution 
clearly provides for Senate approval of all treaties and the approval of 
both houses of Congress for declarations of war." 

"Oh, that's marvelous!" gushed one of the girls. "You know I've never heard 
it explained that clearly before." 

"Martin, you're absolutely brilliant," murmured Kitty, slipping her arm 
sensuously under his and pressing her lewdly exposed breasts against his 
shoulder. "I think they should send you to Washington to advise the 
President!" 

"Oh well, really," Martin grinned with a blush, embarrassed by this 
extravagant praise. "I don't really know all that much... " 

"No, we think you're absolutely a genius!" insisted Kitty, running her hands 
lightly over the young man's chest and sticking her fingers coyly between 
the buttons to tickle his bare chest. "Girls, I think he deserves a reward 
for being so clever, don't you?" 

"Ummmmmh," agreed the others lustily. "And who's going to be the lucky girl 
who gets to administer the reward? I volunteer," said one brightly, 
unzipping the front of her dress to reveal her small but perfectly formed 
young bosom. 

"Now don't be pushy. Linda," Kitty reprimanded her friend. "You're acting 
like the Presidency, always overstepping your Constitutional prerogatives. 
What we need here is a democratic procedure, with everybody getting his 
share." 

Martin could scarcely believe his ears. It had been exhilarating talking to 
these gorgeous scantily-dressed young women, but it had never occurred to 
him that a lesson in politics could turn so rapidly into the beginnings of 
an orgy. He tried to speak, but no words came out, and his eyes bulged with 
a sudden rush of desire as the five girls began getting out of their 
clothing with a speed which would have done justice to a professional 
stripper. 

Naked, the young girl called Kitty turned to him, so close that her 
high-pointed little breasts were rubbing sensually against his chest, and 
began tantalizingly unfastening the buttons on his shirt, one by one. 

As Martin opened his mouth to protest, he suddenly felt hands attacking him 
from below and looked down in shock to find another girl kneeling before 
him, her delicate little hands busily undoing his belt and lowering the 
zipper on his pants. 

"Hey!" he objected, but Kitty covered his mouth with one soft hand. 

"Don't worry about a thing," she suggested temptingly. "Let your students do 
their homework." 

Martin started as his pants and underwear dropped to the floor and the 
sudden rush of cool air swept over his rapidly-denuded body. 

Without warning, there were feminine hands all over him, forcing him down 
onto his back on a nearby bed. The pressure was irresistible and the air was 
filled with the murmur of girls' soft voices, mumbling the most terrible 
obscenities he had ever heard while they ran their lips over his trembling 
body. 

"We were supposed to wait until after the entertainment," he managed to 
croak in a strangled voice, having difficulty speaking .because of the moist 
wiggling presence of Kitty's tongue in his throat. 

No one answered, and below he felt gentle hands invading his loins, 
massaging and prodding his manhood into a full hard erection. 

This is a wet dream, he groaned to himself. I'm being raped by five teenaged 
girls! Martin knew that what he was being subjected to was immoral as well 
as illegal, since some of these kids were no older than his own students and 
well below the legal age of consent, but somehow he could not rally his wits 
about him and break away from the tantalizing carnal imprisonment in which 
they held him helpless. 

His cock, acting of its own accord, was leaping towards the ceiling and he 
heard a murmur of appreciation from the two girls who were working over that 
portion of his body. Another young female was sitting astride his stomach 
while the remaining two were busily covering his face and neck with warm wet 
kisses. 

Then his ears picked up a giggle and a whispered conversation from below. 

"Let me!" 

"No, both of us at once. You take the bottom and I'll take the top." 

For half a minute, the naive school teacher wondered what they could 
possibly be talking about, and then he felt moist hungry lips covering his 
quivering aching cock. There were two girls blowing him simultaneously! 

This was beyond his power to resist and Martin Edwards closed his eyes and 
forgot about everything. 

* * * 

"Wow! These people really know how to swing!" commented Tess happily as she 
seated herself comfortably between Will Benson and another man, preparing to 
watch the "entertainment" promised by their hosts. 

"What are our dear spouses doing?" wondered the salesman, scanning the 
crowded room. "Hiding in a corner?" 

"Not a bit of it," Tess assured him. "Your chaste little wifey is over there 
chatting with an assortment of dirty old men and the school teacher has 
disappeared into the bedroom with a gang of little girls, no doubt to give 
some very private instruction. I never realized that I had married such a 
dirty old man!" 

"Poor Marty," Will sympathized insincerely. "I hope he makes it out alive! 
When those little girls get turned on, they can wreck a fellow for life!" 

At that moment, an expectant silence fell over the room as Mr. Jacobs rose 
from his seat next to Sarah and walked to the center of the room, standing 
next to a single bed which had been placed in the midst of a circle of 
couches and easy chairs. 

"Well, I think we're all sufficiently warmed up to have a little 
entertainment, folks," he announced. As the principal spoke, the door to the 
bedroom opened and the girl named Kitty emerged, tucking her see-through 
blouse into the top of her skirt. There was a general hand of applause for 
the teenaged girl, plus an assortment of lewd remarks aimed in her 
direction. Some of the older women seemed to be overly interested in this 
particular entertainment and Tess overheard a woman in her forties say to a 
girl friend of about the same age that "this'll teach the little bitch a 
lesson!" 

"Without knowing the identity-of the owner of this celebrated penis," 
continued Jacobs, a broad lusty smile on his goatish face. "Our little 
friend Kitty has volunteered to submit herself to a very interesting 
experiment. Come on up here, Kitty-darling, and let's get our performance 
underway." 

Sarah's eyes followed the young girl as she moved smilingly through the 
crowd and for a moment, the married woman felt a sudden surge of pity for 
this over-sophisticated adolescent. Oh, she's beautiful as hell, thought 
Sarah, and she's lost all her inhibitions and she thinks she knows 
everything there is to know about sex, but unless I'm mistaken, this crowd 
has a surprise or two in store for her. There's something very strange going 
on here and I wouldn't change places with her for anything right now. 

But Kitty seemed oblivious to the plotting and conniving going on around 
her. As she reached the bed on which the performance was going to be staged, 
her perky brown-tipped little nipples clearly visible through the 
transparent fabric of her lust-inciting blouse, Kitty turned and bowed 
graciously to the audience like an actress making her debut, automatically 
and shamelessly starting to strip off her clothing. As she dropped the short 
mini-skirt to the floor, revealing her rich smoothly rounded thighs and 
long, slenderly tapered legs, the crowd fell suddenly silent, caught up in 
the intense sexuality slowly spreading around the smoke-filled room. Then 
Kitty removed the see-through blouse, freeing her high-set bouncy tits and 
leaving herself almost completely naked, except for a tiny fragile pair of 
black, bikini-style panties which barely covered the prominent hair-covered 
mound of her sex. 

Wanting to tease her audience a little, Kitty then turned her back on the 
audience and bent over erotically, slowly drawing down the frail flimsy 
fabric of her panties and exposing to the lustful vision of thirty pairs of 
eyes the gentle curvature of her hips and the tantalizingly smooth 
half-moons of her buttocks. She was naked and showed not the slightest sign 
of embarrassment as she turned to face Mr. Jacobs who was clearly acting as 
ring master for this lurid depraved ceremony. 

"Now, Kitty, before we bring out our mystery guest, there's one last thing I 
want to do. A sex scene is always more exciting when the woman is helpless, 
don't you think? Now I know you're not going to change your mind after you 
see who we've chosen to be your lover for this evening, but just to make 
sure, we're going to tie you to the bed. It makes everything that much more 
dramatic." 

For the first time, Sarah detected a look of fear invade the girl's clear 
guileless eyes, but the helpless adolescent could hardly raise any 
objections at this stage of the game. She nodded seriously at the 
lecherously-grinning Mr. Jacobs and stretched her tender inviting body 
belly-down on the bed provided for her while two men with short ropes 
approached from the sidelines. The dark moistly entrancing triangle of her 
womanhood exposed to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, Kitty 
submissively spread her legs to allow the two men to fasten her ankles to 
the bottom of the bed, tying her in such a position that she could not close 
her thighs. Her sleek tender buttocks stuck high in the air, the men forced 
her shoulders down so that her lusty young breasts swayed provocatively 
below her and her head rested firmly on the surface of the mattress. Then 
they tugged her arms out towards the two other corners of the bed to hold 
her in this abnormal, humiliating position and she could no longer move a 
muscle. Her facial expression had grown decidedly serious by now and Sarah 
was frankly beginning to feel sorry for her. 

Mr. Jacobs returned to his seat as soon as the men had completed their job 
of tying the young girl to the bed and he threw an arm carelessly around 
Sarah's shoulders as he leaned back against the sofa. 

"This is going to be something extremely special," he confided to the young 
frightened housewife. "We've been working on this little performance for 
months now." 

Kitty looked like the chosen victim for some bizarre oriental human 
sacrifice. Bound hand and foot with the thin pink slit of her widespread 
vagina on display for anyone who cared to look, the young teenage girl 
seemed a little bewildered and unhappy with everything which seemed to be 
happening to her so unexpectedly. 

"And now," announced Patty Jacobs dramatically. "We must prepare the 
sacrifice." The principal's wife approached the passively supine girl with a 
kitchen jar in hand and Sarah caught the pleasantly heavy odor of bacon fat 
in the air. Without another moment's delay, Patty scooped up a handful of 
the thick greasy substance and began plastering it liberally around the 
surface of Kitty's open waiting vaginal aperture, working it in well with 
her strong, almost masculine hands. Sarah could see the woman's fingers 
digging cruelly into Kitty's tender young cuntal passage, working the lard 
in well and forcing a piteous moan to escape the girl's lips as she writhed 
under this depraved, unexpected humiliation. 

"But... what's this for, Patty?" whimpered the uneasy feminine victim, a 
pleading tone in her voice. Kitty was still trying to hide the fact that she 
was growing frightened, but it was becoming more and more difficult to 
disguise as the drama unfolded. 

"The owner of the magnificent cock we have for you has been trained to 
respond to just this smell," Patty informed her mysteriously, confusing the 
issue by this particular response. 

"Admit the honored guest!" Patty called, stepping quickly away from the bed 
and returning to her seat, an evil sadistic smile playing around the corners 
of her mouth. 

The door handle was turned and the Jacobs' honored guest bounded heavily 
into the room, barking happily as his sensitive nose led him directly to the 
girl's fat-smeared pussy. 

Sarah was shocked beyond belief and her hands shot to her cheeks in horror 
as Kitty's sudden scream filled the room. 

It was a great Dane, the biggest animal of that species that any of them had 
ever seen, at least two hundred pounds worth of dog! 

"Don't worry, baby," Jacobs assured Sarah with a lewd chuckle. "The mutt is 
tame and wouldn't hurt anyone." As he spoke, the principal's hand dropped, 
seemingly by accident, down to the front of Sarah's dress and his lustful 
exploring fingers took the opportunity of this moment of tension to roam 
over the woman's ripe voluptuous breasts. Sarah was only half aware of this 
vulgar gesture, however, absorbed as she was with the sickeningly depraved 
spectacle being staged for their benefit. 

One thing was perfectly clear to the woman's widened eyes: the Jacobs had 
not been deceiving anyone when they had advertised that their "mystery 
guest" had the largest penis in the house. The animal's startlingly long 
heavy cock swayed limply beneath his furry stomach, almost double the size 
of a man's. 

Meanwhile, Kitty now understood the foul sadistic joke which had been played 
on her, even if she was yet to comprehend the consequences, but the morally 
corrupted adolescent was determined to prove that she really was the life of 
the party and ready for anything which came her way. The audience could see 
the muscles in her neck tighten, however, as the giant dog lowered his 
enormous head to the girl's soft, grease-smeared cunt and sniffed curiously, 
his sense of smell stimulated by the rich heavy aroma of bacon fat wafting 
in his direction. 

As the Jacobs had explained, this huge dog had been carefully trained on the 
Pavlovian principle to react sexually to this particular smell and his huge 
shaggy ears perked with interest as his broad moist tongue lapped out 
tentatively at the source of the odor, slobbering obscenely all of the way 
from the tiny vulnerably exposed elastic ring of her asshole past the 
pink-rimmed gaping aperture of her cunt to her trembling little nugget-like 
clitoris. Within seconds, he had bathed the entire flat plain of her nakedly 
quivering crotch, making the poor defenseless girl twitch and gasp every 
time his vile salivating tongue washed over her delicate super-sensitive 
sexual organs. But the animal was hungry and he curled his tongue in an 
effort to lap up all of the foul greasy substance, stabbing his giant tongue 
deeply up inside of her throbbing widely-stretched vaginal passageway and 
causing the frail-bodied teenager to moan piteously with the shame and 
degradation being forced upon her. Kitty had kept courageously silent as 
long as she could, but her body was being swamped by a grotesque combination 
of humiliation, pain and a sordid degenerate sense of pleasure, all of them 
battling for supremacy in her staggered confused adolescent mind. The 
abnormally high level of sexual stimulation she was receiving from this 
animalistic tongue-lashing was obviously beginning to get the better of her, 
and she started to chant rhythmically every time the Great Dane slavered 
into her, jerking her poor tortured body back and forth and straining 
violently at the cords which held her fast to the bed. 

But the men who had tied her there had done their work well, and Sarah could 
see quite clearly that the lust-stricken teenager had no hope whatsoever of 
escaping from the vile violent fate which was yet to come. Kitty's desperate 
wiggling and writhing seemed only to arouse the monstrous beast even more 
and an audible murmur of excitement ran through the crowd as the animal's 
glistening scarlet penis slowly emerged from his furry sheath, hard and 
tapered and looking more like a murder weapon than a sexual organ. 

"No!" Kitty began to groan as she felt the animal's huge paws on her back 
and understood clearly for the first time exactly what was in store for her. 
Locked helplessly into this humiliating position, there was no escape and 
the lustfully excited Dane began thrusting blindly at her, his animal 
instincts telling him what to do. The hot red tip of his long fierce-looking 
penis slammed blindly into the girl's writhing twisting buttocks a few 
times, missing the target, and then with a sudden powerful lunge, the boxer 
bludgeoned his way into Kitty's openly waiting cunt, forcing a howl of pain 
from her lips. 

"Oh god, no!" muttered Sarah as a ripple of interested comment ran through 
the attentive audience. The young brunette housewife had never in her life 
believed that people could do such things to one another. The salesman's 
wife looked wildly around the room, expecting in her desperation to see 
other horrified, scandalized faces, but to her dismay, she found that the 
audience gave every indication of enjoying the lewd spectacle. Several 
couples were obviously planning to jump the gun; over-excited by the sight 
of a naked young teenager being ravaged by the enormous Great Dane. A few 
women had already stripped down to their underwear and Sarah spotted her 
neighbor Tess squirming happily with a complete stranger's hand thrust 
lewdly up under her short skirt, his fingers obviously manipulating the 
sensitive flesh of her pussy. The orgy was already beginning and Martin was 
nowhere to be seen. 

Nor was there much question of Mr. Jacobs' intentions. The lecherous old 
goat had slowly but surely inched his hand down to the scooped neckline of 
Sarah's low-cut dress and the young wife froze as she felt his mercilessly 
invading fingers slip lewdly beneath the fabric of her dress and slide 
irresistibly over the warm fullness of her left breast. 

Everything seemed to be happening at once and the poor befuddled housewife 
seized the principal's hand but lacked the physical strength to force him 
away from her brown sensitive little nipple which was reacting traitorously 
to his touch by springing automatically into life, swelling and protruding 
as if it were begging for more. 

And things were happening on the bed before them as well. Kitty was sobbing 
but whether it was fear, or pain, or lust which caused the tears, it was 
impossible to tell. The Great Dane's unnaturally long thick cudgel was now 
thoroughly buried in the petite adolescent's cruelly-stretched cuntal 
passage and the boxer was fucking her happily as if she were a bitch in heat 
and not a female human being. 

Half out of her mind with the humiliation of the moment, Kitty seemed to be 
fighting back, trying to give the rutting lusty canine as good as he gave. 
Sarah's eyes widened with horror and wonder as she saw the lithe little 
teenager courageously begin to churn and buck back against the stampeding 
animal, undulating her slender, lust-inciting body as she received one 
pile-driving blow after another. Sarah would have been prepared to swear 
that such a thing was impossible, but the evidence of her eyes had to be 
accepted. There was no doubt about it: Kitty was turning on! 

And once it started to happen, there was nothing slow about it. A minute 
before the young brunette had been writhing in pain and sobbing with 
humiliation; now her tortured and fettered body had clearly been overpowered 
by the effect of this animalistic ravishment. The last shreds of 
self-respect had fallen away from the teenage girl and she was giving 
herself over completely and totally to the deliciously relentless sensation 
of a woman being fucked half-to-death by a dog! Sarah could see Kitty's taut 
perky breasts dancing obscenely below her as she crouched in slave-like 
submission before the monstrous animal. From where Sarah sat, she could see 
the animal's huge skewering cock, worming insistently up into the tormented 
girl's widely-spread vaginal opening. 

"Pretty wild?" inquired Jacobs with an obscene leer, tightening his grip on 
Sarah's tormentedly heaving breasts and reaching behind her back with his 
free hand to fumble with the zipper on her dress. 

"Oh please," sobbed the young woman, still unable to drag her eyes off of 
the depraved spectacle before her on the bed. "Don't... don't put your hands 
on me!" 

"And why not?" asked the high school principal, feigning complete innocence. 
"You're going to be taken by every man in the room before the night's over 
and as the host, I intend to be first." 

"But... I don't like it!" Sarah managed to burst out as Jacobs drew the 
zipper of her dress down to the small of her back, pushing the garment down 
around her waist and baring her supple swollen breasts. 

"Don't give me that, baby!" contradicted the school executive. "You must 
like it plenty or you wouldn't have gotten involved with a bunch like us. 
Besides, I see two hard little tits before me that say you've gotten a 
little heated up in spite of yourself, no?" 

But Sarah was too upset to reply. He was right, of course. Her tender, 
normally flaccid little nipples were both standing up like soldiers on 
parade, hard and protuberant, a certain sign of sexual arousal. And how 
could she explain that it was merely her body betraying her as it had 
betrayed her before, and not her mind? In her head, she was willing herself 
to be calm and unexcited, but there was something about this depraved 
situation which was getting to her and this could no longer be denied. 

But a long low heartfelt groan from the bed riveted their attention once 
again upon the erotic spectacle before them. Kitty had apparently gone 
completely out of her mind now, screaming and moaning as the lust-crazed 
Great Dane gave her the most vicious fucking of her young life. For a 
moment, Sarah thought she was going to faint as she realized that the 
supple-bodied, straining, panting adolescent was no longer really a rational 
human being but only a sex-maddened creature of the flesh. Kitty was now 
absolutely reveling in the subjugation and the submission of this unnatural 
act and her smooth-skinned body was covered with fine pearl-like beads of 
sweat which mixed with the orgiastic juices flowing freely from the churning 
pink-rimmed crevice of her vagina and flowed down the length of her tensely 
straining young thighs to the surface of the demonstration bed. 

"Baby, this is going to be good," murmured Jacobs greedily, whispering 
lecherously into Sarah's ear without ever taking his eyes off the lascivious 
performance being enacted for the benefit of the whole swappers' group. 
"Kitty's going to go off like a rocket any time now. I hope that mutt can 
hold on for another minute or two." 

As he spoke, the corrupt high school principal continued to lewdly massage 
Sarah's deep pendulously bared breasts, as the now terrified housewife 
looked wildly around the room for assistance, finding to her increasing 
dismay that every other woman in the audience was now at least half-naked, 
all engaging in some kind of lewd sexual foreplay with one or more male 
partners. At least, she was not alone. But where, oh where, was Martin? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a bone-chilling sound half-way between a 
groan and a scream. Kitty was now flailing her head violently from side to 
side, her features contorted and for a second, Sarah thought that the savage 
beast had gotten out of hand and harmed her in some way. But a second glance 
revealed the truth. The adolescent was racing through the early stages of an 
orgasm, screwing her lithe firm buttocks fiercely back against the pistoning 
skewering cock of the Great Dane. Sarah quivered with fright and a 
collection of other emotions too murky to think about as she watched the 
animal's enormous red tongue dangling lustily from its mouth, dripping 
saliva over the young girl's glistening back as he fucked powerfully up into 
her from behind. 

Then Kitty screamed again, so loudly that Sarah felt certain that someone 
was going to call the police and have them all arrested. The young woman, 
subjugated and tormented beyond reason, seemed to go into a kind of 
epileptic fit, her lithe fresh body straining nakedly against the ropes that 
held her so fiercely that the skin was torn as the cords bit into her ankles 
and arms. 

"Aaaaggghhh," she sang out the spasm of her lust as the enormous dog 
suddenly began jerking back and forth, his muscular hind legs quivering as 
the long obscenely wet cock began sputtering forth a barrage of 
pungent-smelling white cum into the depths of her savagely violated body. 
The thick white substance filled her cruelly stretched cunt to overflowing 
and oozed out in a lewd wet stream past the tightly-clasped lips of her 
vulva to dribble obscenely down her legs. The Great Dane growled menacingly 
as the spasm shook his massive fur-covered body and Sarah gasped as she saw 
a cum-soaked patch of pubic hair and bruised pink flesh revealed to her 
startled eyes as the dog's deflating cock slipped limply back out of her 
cunt and left Kitty in an exhausted, totally satiated heap. 

The huge dog wagged his tail happily, pricking up his ears as a scattering 
of cheers and applause came from the audience and then ducked his head 
between the adolescent's still obscenely outstretched legs and began 
contentedly lapping up his own sperm. But Kitty no longer minded; she was 
out cold. 

And Martin was still nowhere to be seen. 

"And now, Sarah darling, the party really begins!" announced the licentious 
high school principal, his desire-flushed face breaking into a lewd grin as 
he contemplated the half-naked woman sitting in stunned silence by his side. 
Sarah returned his glance, making an enormous internal effort to control her 
nerves and vowing to herself that she would never let this beastly depraved 
man touch her. Pulling her dress back up to cover her full heaving bosom, 
she noticed that she was suddenly surrounded by men, all of them with hard 
lustful expressions on their faces, looking at her expectantly. A sudden 
wave of fear washed over her, but she steadied herself, thinking that they 
would never dare to take her by force and deciding that all she had to do 
was continue to say no." 

"Mr. Jacobs, there's been a misunderstanding," she told him levelly, trying 
to dodge away from his prying hands. "I have absolutely no intention of 
sleeping with anyone this evening." 

"Cold feet!" muttered one of Jacobs' cronies. 

"Who the hell does she think she is?" grumbled another. 

"Ah, my dear, those are brave words and well-spoken," orated Jacobs, 
grinning like Lucifer himself. "But if you had all these chaste intentions, 
you should never have accepted my invitation to present yourself here 
tonight. You knew perfectly well what was expected of you and I'm afraid 
there's no possibility of backing out now." 

"No! I tell you... " Sarah began to protest, but the men were closing in 
quickly around her and she felt harsh restraining hands on her body. The 
dress fell back down around her waist as she looked desperately around the 
room, searching for someone who would come to her assistance. Will Benson 
had retired to an upstairs bedroom with the first half-dozen of the fifteen 
ladies he was required to satisfy in the course of the evening and off in 
one corner, Sarah saw Tess' legs waving obscenely in the air with a naked 
man sprawled flat on top of her. Tess Was obviously not interested in 
helping anyone at the moment, apparently taking her present assignment very 
seriously. "I don't think you get the point, baby," growled Jacobs, a cruel 
sinister tone coming into his voice for the first time. "Nobody's allowed to 
back out at this stage of the game. You know too much about us and you 
haven't committed yourself yet. Sorry, little lady, but you signed up for 
the whole tour and nobody gets off the bus just yet! Let's take her into the 
bedroom boys, and remember, I saw her first." 

"Martin!" Sarah Benson wailed in misery as she felt herself lifted up into 
the air by an army of strong arms and carried off towards the same bedroom 
where the school teacher had gone with his "class" of nymphets an hour 
previously. 

"Sorry, baby," chuckled Jacobs sadistically. "I think Martin's too busy to 
rescue you right now." And they burst into the bedroom. 

As they threw her helpless body on one of the beds and a dozen hands began 
removing the clothing from her helpless body, Sarah caught a glimpse of the 
man she had asked to protect her and she knew in a minute that her situation 
was totally helpless. The school teacher was too occupied with his own 
affairs even to have noticed her arrival, having apparently fallen off a bed 
in one corner and taken with him the three young girls who were doing their 
best to keep him totally occupied every minute. Martin Edwards had his 
blood-engorged thick cock buried deeply in one girl's mouth while his lips 
invaded the delicate youthful pussy fleece of a second. The third girl had 
imprisoned his hand between her legs and was writhing and contorting while 
the man tickled and tweaked the little pink button of her clitoris. Jacobs 
was right! There would be no assistance for her from this quarter. 

A sense of enormous depression came over the girl as she felt a man rip the 
white cotton panties away from her loins, rending the flimsy material 
without even bothering to slide the panties down over her glistening smooth 
thighs. She was stark naked and surrounded by a shamelessly lusty group of 
men who were about to perform unspeakable things on her innocent tender 
young body. And there was nothing she could do about it! 

Relax, she instructed herself, trying desperately to keep her wits about 
her. Relax your body and it won't hurt as much! 

Jacobs flashed a victory smile at his cohorts and moved to the foot of the 
bed, unfastening his pants as he moved, his eyes feasting on the helplessly 
naked girl who was now entirely at his mercy. Sarah was lying invitingly on 
the bed, her slim voluptuous body sparkling in the soft light from the 
room's single lamp. She felt half in a daze by now, and a piteous moan 
escaped her trembling lips as she pictured the cruelties about to be 
inflicted on her defenselessly spread-eagled body. 

Let them do their worst! she told herself, knowing that the time for 
physical resistance was long past. If gangbanging a helpless unwilling woman 
was their idea of a good time, then let them do it! They could perform any 
vile perversions they wanted upon her soft vulnerable flesh but they would 
never hear a cry of pleasure from her lips! 

Now naked himself, Jacobs bent sensuously over the bed, exciting himself by 
running his rough hands cruelly over her smooth cream-white thighs and the 
flat plane of her stomach. Sarah's eyes were tightly shut and she turned her 
head away from him, burying her tear-streaked face in the pillow. 

"Come on, Sarah baby," Jacobs urged her obscenely, kneeling beside her on 
the bed and towering menacingly over her nakedly prone body. "Open those 
baby-blue eyes and take a look at a real live cock!" 

Sarah reacted involuntarily to this lewd challenge, not really wanting to 
see, but opening her terrified eyes anyway. She immediately grimaced in 
horror as she viewed the long monstrous instrument which waved obscenely in 
the air over her, uncircumcised and bulbous, seemingly as big around as the 
handle of a baseball bat. Jacobs made even Will look like a midget and fear 
began to wash over the helpless young housewife like the waters of a tidal 
wave. The other men all laughed lustily as they saw the apprehension 
reflected clearly in her eyes. In every group of swappers; there was always 
a hard core of older men who were frequently real sadists, only able to 
become excited themselves when they could frighten and humiliate some young 
and innocent woman. Perching on the edges of the bed, this cruel 
congregation watched the proceedings with ill-concealed delight, knowing 
that it would soon be their turn. 

"Better hang onto her while I make my grand entry," instructed Jacobs 
casually to his friends. "It doesn't look as if she's accustomed to heavy 
duty equipment like mine." 

The group obeyed immediately and Sarah felt lewd hard hands covering her 
delicate sensuous body, pulling her arms harshly over her head and spreading 
her finely tapered legs unnaturally far apart despite her futile attempts to 
hold her thighs protectively together. 

With her knees splayed conveniently far apart, Jacobs eased himself 
comfortably onto the bed and Sarah moaned in absolute misery as she felt the 
hard surface of his brutal battering ram make contact with the soft inner 
flesh of her quivering white thighs. She started to struggle again, knowing 
that it was useless, her heavy mountainous breasts shaking back and forth 
provocatively on her heaving chest as she futilely tried to break free of 
the circle of lust-hardened men who were pinning her down to the mattress. 

But Jacobs-was too crafty and too experienced of a cocksman to capitalize on 
his brute physical superiority and simply rape her. He wanted to tease her 
first and he took the long bludgeoning rod of throbbing hot flesh in his 
hand and rubbed its broad bulbous tip up and down the entire clenched 
crevice of her ass, tickling the tightly-closed puckered little hole of her 
anus before shifting his degenerate attention to the soft un-erected pink 
button of her clitoris. Gently, he used the huge meaty glans to caress her 
sensitive nerve endings, transferring some of the oozing seminal fluid from 
his cock to the hair-covered lips of her cunt, gradually moistening the 
entire plane of her cowering pussy while he hovered over her. 

Sarah had prepared herself to be the victim of a quick brutal rape, but the 
softness and gentleness of the depraved principal's approach caught her 
off-balance, and without exactly meaning to, she relaxed her tensed body 
slightly, a faint tingling sensation beginning to gather around the base of 
her spine as he stroked the full fleshy lips of her vagina, using the head 
of his cock delicately and skillfully. Feeling her naked body go slack, the 
men who had been holding her to the bed relaxed their grip slightly so that 
she was no longer uncomfortable. 

Jacobs flashed another quick grin to his cohorts as he realized that he was 
making some progress. The lusty brutal principal could feel the growing 
moisture in her cunt as the girl's tempting body reacted involuntarily to 
all of this abnormal . stimulation. Sarah reminded herself continually that 
she was being degraded and humiliated by these men, but in fact, the events 
of this super-sexual evening thus far had been exciting enough to stimulate 
a monk or a mother superior, not to mention a normal healthy young woman. 
The incident between Kitty and the dog came floating inexorably back into 
her mind and as hard as she tried, the young housewife could not dispel the 
erotic and arousing images which the degenerate spectacle had left in her 
memory. 

"Uhhhhhh," the noise came from her lips but she could not decide immediately 
whether it had been a sigh or a groan. Her mind was whirling in wild 
confusion as her timid innocent brain tried unsuccessfully to cope with this 
barrage of new emotions and experiences for which nothing in her past life 
had prepared her. 

Her agonizingly titillated cunt flowered open bit by bit, no matter how hard 
she struggled to hold her body rigid and resisting, and every time the moist 
meaty tip of Jacobs' fleshy hard cock passed, over the delicacy of her 
trembling swelling clitoris, her hips jerked involuntarily, her smoothly 
rounded buttocks grinding desperately down into the mattress. 

You must not let them win, she told herself with deadly determination, 
knowing full well that she was gradually losing her iron grip on her 
emotions but realizing all too clearly that she was powerless to help 
herself. 

"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she found herself groaning as Jacobs began to push gently 
but firmly up into the slowly-opening slit between the fluttering wet lips 
of her pink hair-covered vagina, probing lewdly up into the tight elastic 
ring of her vagina. 

Jacobs sensed that the time had come and he was too excited by the 
tantalizing sight of this unwillingly captive girl to delay a second longer, 
fearing that if he indulged in any more foreplay, he would disgrace himself 
in front of his rough lusty colleagues by spewing his hot thick seed all 
over her without ever having penetrated the soft sensitive sheath of her 
cunt. His lust-swollen penis and testicles were both aching with a desire so 
fierce a .d strong that it was almost indistinguishable from actual pain. 

Sarah's legs went limp as he lifted her up by the knees, forcing her thighs 
all the way back against the huge swelling mounds of her breasts, exposing 
the whole flat plane of her cunt to his licentiously depraved vision. His 
eyes fell greedily on the tempting little puckered circle of her anus, and 
for a second, the criminal-minded school executive was tempted to abandon 
his original project and take her sodomistically, but he managed to restrain 
himself. First things first, he reminded himself brutally. Plenty of time 
for experimentation later and if you were to hurt her too much in the ass, 
it would ruin things for the other guys. 

As he moved forward, levering his battle-hardened old body up into position 
over the writhing, nakedly submissive young wife, Jacobs could feel the soft 
fleshy folds of her vagina closing hungrily over the tip of his massive 
instrument as if she wanted to suck him far up inside of her and the man had 
to snap his lips together to restrain a groan. Never in his life had he ever 
felt anything so soft and accommodating, her delicate inner flesh thoroughly 
moistened and prepared for his entry. He pushed forward experimentally, 
realizing that she was very tight and understanding immediately that he was 
going to have to bull-doze his way in. 

"Uuuuugggggh!!!" she groaned in discomfort as the hard insistent shaft of 
his cock stretched the tender elastic folds of her cunt. Sarah squirmed, a 
little of the pleasure beginning to fade as the man's enormous penis started 
to cause her pain. 

Might as well get it over with, decided Jacobs cruelly. The boys are getting 
impatient. 

And he gathered his knees under him, feeling the bulbous, blood-swollen tip 
of his cock slip past the tight circular ring of her cunt, worming with 
difficulty up into her cruelly-stretched vaginal opening. He pushed again, 
harder this time, and one of his cohorts had to place a pillow over Sarah's 
face to smother an agonized scream. 

When she felt the hard unforgiving tip of his cock slam home against the 
delicate tissue of her sensitive cervix, Sarah knew with certainty that 
another battle had been fought and lost, and she tried her best to lie 
absolutely still, realizing that her struggles only excited him more and 
increased his carnal pleasure. She closed her eyes once again, suffering 
atrociously from the painful presence of his murderously large cock in her 
tormented cunt, and felt the hands of other men exploring her ripely 
inviting body as Jacobs' cock began to fuck into her with long punishing 
strokes. 

* * * 

Martin Edwards lifted his head up off the floor and stared weakly around 
him. His "honor guard" of teenage girls had now dwindled to two, one of whom 
was crouched submissively on her hands and knees before him, busily trying 
to provoke his valiant but faltering cock into another erection. Never in 
his wildest erotic fantasies had he ever imagined anything remotely 
resembling the things which had happened to him in the past hour. 

These little girls'll do anything, he marveled to himself in amazement, 
watching a brown head bounce up and down over his struggling slowly 
inflating cock. This must be the fifth time! Goddamn, five times, and I 
never knew I had it in me! 

A few minutes before, Martin had heard another party come into the room and 
he saw a group of men, most of them now naked, working over some girl on the 
other bed. He experienced a moment of mild curiosity, wondering who the 
unhappy victim might be, but the moment passed quickly as the girl who was 
slaving over his tired penis began to have some success. 

With a contented sigh, Edwards lowered his head again to the floor, groaned 
happily as he felt his agile cock pop back into life, and wondered vaguely 
if six times in one night was too much to ask. 

* * * 

Meanwhile, unusual things were happening to Sarah Benson. It had taken a 
long time for her tormented, badly-stretched vagina to adjust itself to the 
brutalizing presence of Jacob's long punishing rod, but once the adjustment 
had been made, she passed quickly back again into an incredible state of 
sexual excitation. The nerve endings all over her naked body seemed to be 
electrified and she felt as if she were lighting up under his touch like a 
Christmas tree. Her buttocks would no longer obey her mental commands to be 
still; instead the firm ripe half-moons were grinding desperately down into 
the mattress as a hot unquenchable flame darted up and down the entire 
interior of her pleasure-wracked frame. 

The defenseless young housewife's mind was still repulsed at the idea of the 
degradation and humiliation to which she was being subjected, but her 
over-stimulated body was already rushing towards abject surrender. Her legs, 
acting more or less of their own accord, lurched out violently on either 
side of his hard-fucking ramrod to give him even greater access to the 
secret depths of her throbbing quivering cunt. Seeing that she was now 
really turned on and ready to fuck seriously, the men who had been pinning 
her roughly to the bed relaxed their hold and removed the pillow from her 
face, allowing her to breathe more freely once again. 

She was charging ahead like an express train now, her entire body frothing 
and churning as the electric current of wild unnatural desire swept over her 
tortured, nakedly thrashing body. Deep down inside of her, she could feel it 
coming, surging ahead like an ocean swell and she desperately willed it to 
go away. Her head floating among the clouds, Sarah told herself that 
whatever else happened, she must now allow this man to make her cum. That 
would be the last, the final humiliation, and she fought against it with all 
the strength left in her poor dazzled mind. 

But it was going to happen anyway and she realized it with a sob of shame. 
She had not been so excited, so totally and thoroughly aroused since that 
night when she had first gone to bed with Martin. She was not quite there, 
but the burning, intolerably fiery sensation deep in her clasping flowering 
vagina informed her clearly that she was only seconds away from an orgasm 
too explosive to conceal from the men around her. 

And then, without warning, Jacobs' cock began to stiffen and expand as if he 
were having a second erection on top of the first. 

"Wait!" she cried, speaking before her mind could block the words and 
conscious of the fact that she was disgracing herself eternally with what 
she was saying. "Wait... I'm almost there!" 

"Sorry, baby," grunted Jacobs insincerely, the white-hot liquid gushing 
freely from the red bulbous tip of his lust-hardened cock. "Can't hold on 
forever, you know." 

Sarah churned against his slowly deflating instrument, but she knew in a 
minute that it was useless. He had escaped, taken everything for himself and 
given nothing in return and now he was withdrawing like a thief in the 
night, pulling his limply glistening cock away from her burning unsatiated 
body. 

There were other men filtering into the room now and Sarah realized that she 
would not have long to wait before someone else took Jacobs' place. As the 
high school principal rolled off her perspiring cum-soaked body and lighted 
a cigarette, a short squat man took his place between her outstretched 
knees. With a groan, she welcomed him in, wrapping her arms frantically 
around his neck and virtually pulled him into her by brute force as a ripple 
of heartless laughter was heard in the room. But the little fat man was far 
too excited from watching Jacobs' exhibition and he only lasted long enough 
to bring her back up to the heights where the first man had left her, but 
not quite long enough to push her over the top. When she saw the eyes in his 
head start to roll, she bucked and churned her naked pussy, up against his 
frantically-thrusting pelvis, but the abruptness of her movements did the 
trick for him and not for her. 

Sarah groaned in despair as she felt her poor cheated vagina once again 
flooded with a stranger's cum, the man's fat thick cock spitting its obscene 
load up into her aching cuntal depths as she sobbed out her growing 
disappointment. 

"Oh God, oh God, give me a man!" she sobbed, now so deep in shame and 
degradation that she knew there was no hope of ever regaining her dignity 
and self-respect again. Gone totally was her initial desire to remain cold 
and unresponsive. Nor was she particularly concerned at this precise moment 
with what people thought of her; there was a veritable fire raging inside of 
her sweating nakedly writhing body and there was only one way to put it out! 

"Hey, she's turned on, boys!" called one of the men whom Sarah dimly 
recognized as the gymnastics instructor from Martin's school. "Let's play 
some games. Doesn't look to me as if she's gonna say 'no' to anything we 
feel like doing. This chick is hot!" 

"What do you say, Ted?" another man asked the gym teacher. "Wanna take her 
from both ends and see if we can meet in the middle?" 

"Sounds great," agreed the gym instructor. "Turn over, little lady. We're 
going to sock it to you!" 

No longer capable of making decisions for herself, Sarah rolled onto her 
stomach, the two smooth cum-soaked spheres of her buttocks rising 
tantalizingly up into the air. 

"Up on your hands and knees," the physical education instructor ordered as 
he stripped off his clothing, and hands reached out impatiently from all 
sides, hauling the young unfortunate into the desired position. Her glazed 
cloudy vision caught a glimpse of the muscular virile teacher as he 
maneuvered into position behind her and his hard menacing body frightened 
her for some reason. 

Then she felt the heavy blunt end of his manhood exploring the cum-covered 
entrance to her battered abused cunt and realized that he was going to take 
her dog-fashion. And he did, thrusting easily forward into the 
well-lubricated passageway and sending another ripple of maddening animal 
pleasure up through her twice-cheated body. 

But where was the other man, she wondered vaguely. 

She soon found out as two hard merciless hands gripped her face tightly, 
turning her head forward to face him as he stood on the other side of the 
bed. As Sarah opened her mouth to protest, the second man rammed a hard 
erect cock abruptly in between her parted lips. 

Without giving her a second to adjust to this cruel double invasion, he 
began sawing in and out of her mouth, acting as if her face was simply 
another cunt to be violated and defamed for his lascivious pleasure. Sarah 
gagged on the long slippery instrument as it slid half-way down her throat 
and his heavy swinging balls slapped obscenely against her defenseless chin, 
gasping for breath and wondering dully in the back of her mind if any other 
human being had ever fallen so low and so fast. 

But she was no longer really capable of clear rational thoughts. She had 
been reduced by their brutality to an animal, a mass of shivering desiring 
lusting flesh, no longer able to reason or decide anything for herself. 

She was a sex machine! An instrument in the hands of her masters and 
whatever they chose to do with her was all right! 

And somehow the very helplessness of her position was exciting in itself. 
Since that night when she had made love to Martin while Tess and her husband 
watched, Sarah had realized that there was a perverse abnormal streak in her 
nature. Something deep inside of her liked to be debased and humiliated like 
this! In the back of her mind, she longed to be enslaved, to be used, and 
this dark side of her character was coming out now with a vengeance. 

The deep desire in her stomach was once again raging out of control like a 
forest fire and she began to churn and undulate her nakedly glistening body 
back against the hard-driving cock of the gym teacher, trying to milk him 
dry and exciting herself more and more by the minute. Nor did she neglect 
the man who was going to use her mouth as a receptacle for his lewd steaming 
sperm, sucking at him voraciously, her cheeks swelling and hollowing as she 
strained to exert the maximum possible pressure on his pounding skewering 
cock. 

She wanted to be filled with cum, to wallow in cum, to drink it, bathe in 
it, everything! In this passing fit of sexual madness, Sarah longed for the 
moment when she would feel it rushing down her throat into her stomach as 
the gym teacher's boiling sperm surged up her ecstatic vagina from the 
opposite direction. Her whole body seemed to be one vast cunt and there was 
room for everyone! 

And a moment later, the world began to blow up for her. The cock fucking 
wildly into her from behind began spewing its steaming hot white load into 
the mysterious recesses of her madly clasping cunt, filling her as she had 
never been filled before and the pressure against her throbbing little 
clitoris was enough to get her finally off the launching pad. As she jerked 
forward, feeling the spasm begin deep down inside her wildly thrashing body, 
she instinctively increased the pressure on the cock she held in her mouth. 
A split-second later, battered and buffeted between the two men, she was 
rewarded when the other man's cock exploded, filling her mouth with his 
white-hot thick male cum. Her cheeks puffed out like a balloon as she tried 
desperately not to lose a drop of the precious lust-inciting liquid. A few 
droplets escaped from the corners of her mouth, but for the most part, she 
was successful, gobbling and gulping his heavily flowing cum as if it were 
the nectar of the gods. 

Then, finally, it hit her! Several of the observers looked at each other 
nervously as Sarah began screaming out the fury of her orgasm and to her 
dazzled eyes the room seemed to dissolve in a thousand brightly colored 
pieces, whirling around her like a myriad of tiny planets streaming around 
the sun. She floated and soared, allowing the limp, slowly-deflating cock to 
slip from between her lips, thin narrow strings of viscous cum still 
connecting the man's exhausted organ to the tip of her tongue. 

Her strength suddenly left her and she pitched forward helplessly on her 
stomach as the gym teacher behind her stepped away with the satisfied air of 
a man who has just done twenty push-ups. 

Awakened by the scream, Martin shook his head, realizing that he had dozed 
off, and heaved his stiff body into a sitting position. The last of his 
little girls had done her work and disappeared. He had achieved his sixth 
orgasm in the space of two hours and the young man tiredly put his back to 
the bed and crossed his legs, letting his mind clear. At some point in the 
proceedings, he had apparently tumbled off the bed and skinned his knee and 
he rubbed it ruefully. 

Then he remembered his promise to stay by Sarah's side and he began to feel 
guilty. His watch informed him bluntly that he had not laid eyes on her for 
at least two and one half hours, during which he had enjoyed himself 
exhaustedly with all of Kitty's little girl friends. 

Sarah's probably hiding in a closet somewhere, cursing me like the devil, he 
grinned to himself. Poor Sarah! I'd better get dressed and find her. 

Glancing over his shoulder while he slipped into his pants, he noticed that 
the group of men, led by the untiring Mr. Jacobs, was still working over the 
unknown girl on the bed on the other side of the room. That gal, whoever she 
is, is going to have one tired little pussy tomorrow, he laughed to himself, 
searching under the bed for his shoes. 

It's been fun in a way, but I don't think I ever want to do this again, he 
decided, pulling on his socks. There's something so cold-blooded about all 
this fucking between strangers. I'm glad I did it once in my life, just for 
the experience, but when all is said and done, you can't beat the cozy 
little arrangement we have with the Bensons. 

"Ugggghhhhh!" a groan from across the room struck his ears and he 
instinctively felt sorry for the girl. She had obviously been fucked half to 
death by now and there was no sign that the sadistic gang of men was going 
to let up until every one of them had had a shot at her. 

"Is she conscious?" asked a voice. 

"Yeah, she's just tuckered out," came the heartless answer. "Hey, turn her 
over. I just saw the nicest little asshole I've laid eyes on in a dog's 
age." 

"Shit, Mel, you ain't going to fuck her there, are you?" came another 
question. 

"Why not?" exclaimed the man called Mel. "She's so out of it now, she won't 
know what hit her." 

"Suppose her friend complains?" asked another man. 

"Ah, come on, you guy's are a bunch of sissies. Once you've had a sample of 
this rear-end stuff, you won't ever go back to fucking cunts again." 

This cruel and lascivious conversation drove the last remaining bits of fog 
from Martin's head. Oh God, he thought. They're going to sodomize that poor 
girl! And he sprang to his feet, suddenly struck by a horrible suspicion. 

It was Sarah! 

She looked virtually unconscious, but Martin realized that she had been 
battered into submission and was merely too exhausted to fight back any 
more. Mel proved to be a heavy-set balding man in his forties who looked 
like a professional wrestler. His cock was already hard and erect and he was 
kneeling up between Sarah's outstretched legs, lewdly spreading the soft 
flaccid cheeks of her buttocks with his hard demanding hands. His heavy, 
pain-inflicting penis swayed menacingly before him, a few inches from the 
tender elastic circle of Sarah's defenselessly vulnerable anus. 

"No!" yelled Martin, coming around the edge of the bed, his hands balled 
into fists. Probably Sarah would never speak to him again anyway, and justly 
so, for having deserted her in her moment of need, but he knew that he had 
to defend her against the terrible sodomy which was being threatened. He was 
one man against many, but this was no time to count the odds. 

"Look out!" shouted the gym teacher, moving quickly around the bed to 
intercept his infuriated colleague. "Cool it, Marty, or I'll... " 

Martin Edwards got off one good punch which temporarily stunned the athlete, 
sending him reeling back against the bed and sprawling across Sarah's naked 
body. The young woman opened her eyes now and she saw the other man closing 
in rapidly on the wildly-swinging Martin. But she could see in a glance that 
he was hopelessly out-numbered. Edwards took a couple of sharp jabs in the 
stomach and a hard right across the jaw which sent him spinning to the 
floor. 

"Get the bastard on his feet," growled Jacobs who had retreated to the other 
end of the room during the brief fray. 

"Should we give him a good working over?" suggested someone angrily. 

"Hell no," scowled the principal angrily. "I don't want my faculty members 
showing up Monday morning with black eyes. Get him on his feet and make him 
watch! Go ahead, Mel, do your stuff." 

Shaking his head to clear away the fog, Martin found himself being hauled 
roughly to his feet, his arm pinned painfully behind his back. 

"You bastards," he gasped. "Touch that girl and I'm going to get every last 
one of you."" 

"'We'll see who gets who," sneered Jacobs evilly. 

But everyone had lost interest in this exchange of threats as the wiry 
heavy-set Mel went to work. Sarah's will to resist had been momentarily 
aroused by her lover's show of courage, but once again heavy demanding hands 
fell on her nakedly writhing body, crushing her cruelly into the mattress 
with only her undefended backside protruding foolishly into the air. 

"Man, what a beautiful little ass!" Mel exclaimed, running one finger lewdly 
over the entrance to her naked rectum. Sarah understood clearly what was 
coming and tightened her buttocks defensively, trying to hold off this 
unnatural bizarre invasion. But the man was clearly in the superior 
position, using both of his muscular sinewy hands to pry apart her delicate 
white half-moons until the tiny elastic circle was bared to the lustful eyes 
of all the men in the room. 

With a sudden movement, his playful probing index finger stabbed forward, 
burying itself to the first knuckle in the sensitive inner flesh of her 
anus. 

"Oh, please," she begged in horror, knowing as she spoke that it was useless 
to expect mercy from this mob of sadists. Her eyes met Martin's and the two 
exchanged a meaningful glance, both of them understanding clearly that the 
situation was hopeless. 

The young school teacher realized that there was no particular point in 
continuing to struggle, since every time he moved, the muscular gym teacher 
ruthlessly twisted his arm behind him, causing exquisite pain to shoot 
through his shoulder. His eyes wide with horror, Martin watched Mel worm his 
finger cruelly into Sarah's tortured backside, twisting and turning as the 
man labored to widen it far enough to admit his fat thick cock. 

Shell never live through this, Martin told himself in dismay. The 
humiliation'll kill her and she can never hold her head up and look the 
world in the eye again. This is the end. 

"Aaaagggghhhh!!!" Sarah groaned piteously as if she were somehow reading his 
mind and agreeing with his thoughts. A second prying finger had joined the 
first as he kneaded the flaccid white half-moons of her buttocks with his 
muscular hands. 

Then, unexpectedly, Mel yanked his fingers free of her offended anus and 
spread her even wider with both hands. He then proceeded to put his face 
down to the helplessly held crevice, slavering wetly with his tongue over 
the entire surface of her anus, trying to moisten the narrow hole for his 
entry-. 

"All right, boys," he commanded in a low husky tone. "Hang on tight, 'cause 
daddy's coming in!" 

His hands gripped her hips so fiercely that her sensitive skin was marked 
where his fingernails bit into the naked flesh and he levered his bulky body 
into position behind her, his long murderous pole searching for the opening. 
The man was obviously beside himself with lust, excited beyond reason at the 
prospect of sodomizing an unwilling and innocent young woman. Normally, this 
perverse delight was only possible with tired old whores who made him pay 
double for the privilege. 

Sarah jerked forward violently as she felt the blunt hardness of his gland, 
testing the strength of the tiny elastic ring of her anus. It was an unequal 
contest. Mel was in too much of a hurry to ease his way into her softly and 
he attacked her vulnerable backside like a sledgehammer, pounding at her 
ruthlessly as he forced his hard unyielding cock past the weak nether ring 
of her anus. 

"I'm in, but she's tighter than hell!" the man reported with a grunt. 

Sarah screamed and cried, tears streaming down her cheeks and, mixing with 
the patches of cum deposited on her lips a few minutes before. Now she could 
think of nothing else except the excruciating horrible pain in her anus and 
the lewd powerful hands pressing her body down against the bed and 
preventing her escape. Her backside felt as if a baseball bat had been 
thrust up into it, stretching and ripping the soft rubbery flesh of her anal 
tract beyond the limits of the endurable. 

Mumbling obscenity after obscenity and grinning like a fiend, Mel began 
sawing slowly in and out of her, each merciless thrust taking him farther up 
into the soft fluttering depths of her bowels. Each backstroke pulled tiny 
fragile wisps of anal flesh out with the hardened shaft of his penis as if 
she were in the process of being turned inside out. Even the position of her 
helplessly enslaved body was torturous and humiliating as she crouched on 
her knees with her naked backside presented to him like a pagan sacrifice 
while her full ripe breasts were crushed against the sweat-soaked mattress. 

Sarah's body jerked and shivered every time he skewered brutally up into 
her, hating this man as she had never hated anyone before. The others had 
taken her, yes, fucking her by force as men had always fucked women through 
history, but this monster was treating her like a debased animal, reducing 
her to the lowest level of shame and degradation. 

Something in her decided to fight back! Physical resistance was obviously 
out of the question, but she knew that she could play his game and play it 
better than he could. Ignoring the pain, Sarah took a deep breath and pushed 
back against him as hard as she could, swinging her backside back and forth 
wildly and squeezing with all the force in her battered ravaged body. 

Mel groaned as he felt the pressure on his rampaging instrument increase, 
and Sarah was encouraged, realizing that she still possessed the power to 
resist him in some way. But the man recovered quickly and surged into her 
again with renewed power, thinking mistakenly that this captive girl 
kneeling slavishly before him had been aroused by this brutal sodomy and was 
reacting with lust. He looked down on her undulating writhing torso with 
surprise and delight. There was no doubt left in his mind. The little bitch 
was turning on! 

Meanwhile, Sarah concentrated all her energies on this one project, 
struggling to make him cum, to force him to empty his vile sodomistic sperm 
into the unnatural receptacle of her backside. She wanted to hear him groan, 
to feel his cock explode inside of her and know at the moment it happened 
that she had been in command of the situation, not he! Besides her grim 
determination, there was a tinge of masochistic pleasure in her, knowing 
that Martin was watching all of this. She tried to fight it off, knowing the 
thought was lewd and shameful, but it would not go away and she turned her 
head to one side so that their eyes would not meet. 

In fact, the young school teacher was amazed. He watched with disbelief as 
the calm chaste wife of his neighbor seemed to have been transformed into a 
wild crazy woman before his very eyes. 

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" she was ranting at the sweating laboring man who was 
slaving fiendishly over her, calling obscene encouragements to him and 
inviting him to pump his cum into her twisting, gyrating ass. 

And suddenly it was Mel's turn to talk. 

"Oh Christ!" he muttered, almost incoherently, his features contorting into 
an unrecognizable mask of lust as the spasm swept over him. He shoved his 
loins forward with one last mighty thrust, burying his pounding cock inside 
the warm sheath of her anus all the way to the hilt, his sperm-gorged balls 
slapping obscenely against the soft unprotected aperture of her cunt. The 
man's huge burly body shuddered as the hot thick cum poured out of him in 
never-ending waves, sweeping into the depths of her ravaged rectum while the 
two of them babbled obscenities at each other like a pair of lunatics. 

Sarah held her position even though the men had released their hold on her, 
determined to squeeze every drop of the lust-inciting liquid from Mel's 
suddenly spent cock, pressing back fiercely against his loins as he filled 
her softly receptive rectum to overflowing. Then he groaned with absolute 
happiness and slowly pulled his deflating cock free of her sorely-abused 
body. 

There was a moment of dramatic silence. The gym teacher released his hold on 
Martin's arm, thinking that the time for violence was past and preoccupied 
with the frantically-depraved spectacle they had just witnessed. 

Moving almost fast enough, the infuriated young school teacher whirled away 
from the physical education instructor and with murder in his eyes headed 
for the man who had just sodomized Sarah. He had a split second's lead, but 
the gym teacher was too fast, leaping forward to catch him neatly behind one 
ear with a devastating karate chop which knocked him brutally to the floor. 

Martin never knew what hit him and the gym teacher stepped over his 
unconscious body and walked up to the bed where the terrified young girl 
shivered in a puddle of cum. 

"Anybody for seconds?" he inquired politely. "The evening is still quite 
young." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Vine Street was never at its best in the wintertime and this year it was 
particularly bleak. The elegant new home which had been built so proudly by 
Will Benson was now standing empty and forlorn, having been recently offered 
for sale by the municipal authorities in order to satisfy some of the debts 
left behind when Benson had decided to run off with his neighbor's wife, 
Tess Edwards, the red-headed girl whom the school teacher had married 
against his father's advice. 

Now Martin stood by the window of the old Edwards House, looking around the 
empty living room and watching the workmen cart his furniture carefully down 
the walk to the moving van which waited at the curb. Seeing that Sarah was 
coming close to tears, he put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her 
close to him. 

"It's okay, honey," he calmed her. "Where we're going, the Chamber of 
Commerce says they have sun at least ten months a year and if anybody asks 
me to swap wives with him, I'll punch him in the jaw." 

"Do you think you'll like your new job?" she asked him apprehensively, 
putting her arms around his waist and returning his hug affectionately. 
Sarah could not quite get used to the idea that they could stand arm-in-arm 
openly since she was now Martin's legal wife, the two of them having married 
quietly in a civil ceremony a few days before. 

"Why shouldn't I?" responded Martin gently. "It's a brand new school with 
the best young faculty a principal could ask for. And the salary's 
terrific!" 

"I'll never understand how you convinced that monster Jacobs to recommend 
you for a job as the head of a school," Sarah asked as she gazed at him in 
admiration, remembering the night when he had done battle with ten men in an 
unsuccessful but courageous attempt to rescue her. "After all that happened 
between us and him." 

"Well, in the end we had to forget that we hated each other for as long as 
it took to make a deal," Martin confessed. "I hated having to do business 
with a scoundrel like Jacobs, but he needed my silence about his swapper's 
club and I needed a new job, so we made an agreement. With the scandal of 
Tess and Will running off and you and me getting married, I knew I was 
finished here, but with his recommendation, I figured I could move up to a 
principal's job someplace else, where we weren't so well known." 

"Marty, do you ever wonder about Tess and Will?" Sarah asked him mildly, the 
moisture gathering again in her eyes as she remembered the bitter months 
which had followed the disastrous swapper's party. 

"Once in awhile," the young man admitted. "I hope they're both all right, 
wherever they are, and I hope Will can find a job and get back on his feet. 
If only he and Tess hadn't decided that they absolutely had to attend an 
orgy every night of the week, Will might not have lost his job, and the 
bankruptcy business didn't do any of us any good. Well, it's over! I heard a 
rumor that the two of them are living on the other side of town, near Tess' 
old place. Who knows? They know where to find us if they want us." 

"We're all loaded and ready to roll, Mr. Edwards," reported the head mover, 
coming in the front door and glancing around the barren house to make sure 
that his men had not overlooked anything. 

"Fine," responded the young man. "We'll see you on the other side of the 
country. Take it easy on the bumps." The furniture mover grinned and waved 
goodbye and the newlyweds watched the big truck ease away from the curb and 
rumble off down Vine Street. 

"Our plane doesn't leave for another two hours," Martin told his new young 
wife. "Why don't we head for the airport and then stop for a drink at some 
bar near the terminal? Maybe that would cheer us up." 

"Sounds fine," agreed Sarah, picking up the hand luggage she intended to 
take with her on the plane. The passage in taxi to the airport was brief and 
after they had checked their bags through to their destination, the young 
couple left the terminal on foot, making their way to one of the many bars 
which dotted the area and catered to tired travelers. 

Having located a table near the front of the bar, they made themselves 
comfortable, ordered a few drinks and chatted about the new life they hoped 
to make together, talking happily until it was almost time to return to the 
airport to board their plane. Then Martin excused himself to visit the men's 
room, following the bartender's directions into a large crowded room in the 
back of the bar which was filled with a mob of distinctly seedy-looking 
people, most of them drunk. As he emerged from the men's room, someone 
caught his arm from behind and he heard a hoarse whiskey-voice mumble in his 
ear. 

"Hey, buddy, lookin' for a piece of ass? Twenty-five bucks gets you that 
redhead over there." Martin turned slowly, not wanting to believe his ears. 
The pimp was Will, poorly dressed and unshaven and a little unsteady on his 
feet from alcohol. For a long moment, the two men looked at each other, both 
horrified for different reasons at this chance meeting. It was clear to 
Martin that his ex-friend had not realized who he was speaking to when he 
tried to hustle one more John for Tess. Will mumbled something incoherent 
and stumbled away while Martin stood rooted to the spot as if he were 
paralyzed, his eyes roaming around the room until he spotted his former wife 
sitting at a table in the corner, her head in her hands and her face heavily 
made up. She was wearing a cheap tarty dress which emphasized her full buxom 
figure, but she looked ten years older and a century or two harder than she 
had when Martin last saw her. 

The newly-appointed principal of a high school watched sadly as Will Benson 
shook the redhead out of her stupor and dragged her through a door in the 
rear of the bar, obviously terrified that Martin would fly into a fit of 
violence. They disappeared into the night. 

The stench of urine from the men's room was getting to him. and Martin 
pulled himself together and walked out into the brightly lit front room, 
finding a smiling Sarah waiting for him next to their table. 

"I thought you weren't coming back," she laughed. "Come on, honey, let's get 
on the plane. We've got a new life ahead of us and all the bad things are 
part of the past." 

Martin nodded numbly in agreement and followed his new wife out of the bar, 
deciding to say nothing about what he had seen. 

But twenty-five dollars, he was thinking, that isn't even an expensive 
whore! 

Twenty-five dollars! 


THE END
