A Deceitful Wife
by James Wheatfield
(SE-170)


CHAPTER ONE 

Jackie Trenton slammed the bowl down in front of her husband, scattering 
some of the cereal on to the blue checked tablecloth. Her lips were pressed 
tightly together and her large gray eyes shone with unshed tears. Shaking 
her thick auburn hair, she sat down heavily, emitting a sigh. 

"Now what is it?" Vic finally said, looking at her for the first time that 
morning. 

Here it comes, he thought, this morning's little act. What'll it be this 
time? 

"N-nothing," Jackie mumbled, determinedly spooning sugar into her coffee. 
Vic returned to his cereal and silence reigned in the small sunlit kitchen. 
Minutes later as Vic rose from the table and reached for his briefcase, he 
was conscious of Jackie following him. 

"You bastard!" she hurled, suddenly. 

"W-what?" he said surprised, turning to face her. Her eyes were flashing and 
her breasts rose and fell rapidly as emotion fought with reason and lost. 

"You bastard! Who do you think you are, coming in at all hours of the night, 
without a word of apology?" Her shoulders shook and her pent-up tears burst 
unashamedly and spilled down her cheeks. 

"Take it easy, honey," Vic said, trying to sound soothing, "I was going to 
explain... " 

"I don't want any of your explanations or apologies! I'm sick of you and 
your phony excuses," she shrieked, her voice rising. "You expect me to cook 
and clean, wait hand and foot on you, without any consideration, any respect 
for me?" 

"Come on now, baby," Vic said, trying to calm her. "You know I love you. You 
know I love everything you do for me... " 

"All you want is a housekeeper, not a wife!" Jackie interrupted angrily, 
stamping her slippered foot against the tiled floor. 

"Damn!" Vic cried exasperated, "we'll have to talk about this later. I've 
got to go now." 

"That's right," Jackie yelled, "go, like you always do, and leave me 
alone... " 

Jackie stopped as she heard the front door slam. Unbridled anger rose in her 
and without thinking, she threw her cup, half full of coffee with full force 
against the refrigerator door where it shattered into pieces, the coffee 
running in rivulets down the white enamel. 

"Oh God," she thought, "what am I going to do? I can't stand it, I just 
can't stand it!!" 

Her feelings were a bit relieved by her instinctive throwing action and she 
reached numbly for her cigarettes. Her hand shook as she lit one, and she 
sat down alone in the kitchen. She had tried not to make a scene again this 
morning, but she just couldn't control herself. Not after last night. The 
memory of how she had lain awake, hour after solitary hour, waiting for Vic 
to come home, alternately haunted by worry and trembling with anger, rose 
again in her mind. Squeezing her eyes shut to block out the degrading 
thought, she grimaced as she remembered how, when Vic finally did come home, 
he undressed, actually humming a nonchalant little tune to himself, and went 
immediately to sleep, without so much as looking at her! Oh God, she thought 
now as she pulled deeply on her cigarette, the nerve! The Goddamn nerve of 
that louse! 

* * * 

Vic hummed a tune as he skillfully weaved the car in and out of the traffic 
on the Jones Falls Expressway. As usual, traffic was heavy as commuters 
wended their way into Baltimore, but for once, Vic didn't mind the slow 
moving cars and the angry honking of the other drivers. 

He had recovered from Jackie's early morning harangue and had once again 
picked up the tune he had heard on the radio in Brenda's apartment last 
night. It was a catchy little song and for some reason it stuck in his mind 
and he couldn't help humming it at intervals. 

La-la-la-la-la-la-da-da-da he crooned cheerfully as he thought again about 
Brenda. She was a real live one, all right. God, he'd love to get a shot at 
her again tonight, but he'd better go home early if he was to have any 
family peace at all. An image of Brenda's porcelain-like body loomed in 
front of him and he could almost taste the warm sweetness of her cherry red 
nipples and feel the soft cool flesh of her snowy-white breasts. He 
remembered caressing her smooth, silky hips and how the soft dark curls of 
her pubic triangle had contrasted with the milky whiteness of her thighs. 
The thought of her grasping eager young pussy closing in around his hardened 
prick sent a delicious shiver through him and his cock gave a little jump as 
the sensual thoughts simmering in his brain sent desire coursing through 
him, awakening the core of his manhood. 

"Woweeeee! I've got to keep my mind on my driving, Vic thought pulling his 
attention back to the road and his exit which was only a few minutes away. 
Moving smoothly now with the mainstream of traffic, Vic's thoughts wandered 
again-this time to his wife. An uneasiness rose in him as he thought of how 
he'd been neglecting her lately-staying out late, barely speaking to her, 
not making love to her. God knows, he didn't mean to ignore her, but somehow 
the excitement had gone out of their marriage. Of course, he still loved 
Jackie, even desired her, still,--but, but something was missing-he didn't 
even know what. He just knew he was bored. In his mind's eye, he could 
picture, step by step, the sequence of their lovemaking-unvaried in their 
four years of marriage. He knew every action, every movement they would 
make; the initial arousal he would feel as he looked at her fine full form 
stretched out waiting. Her legs spread wide offering the softness of her 
warm clasping cunt to him; he knew he'd once again yearn to explore the 
secrets down between her legs with his tongue and coax her naked clitoris 
into life with his teeth, but he knew, as always, that she'd gently push his 
head away and pull his mouth upwards to hers. He knew every motion of their 
love-ritual, and perhaps, he thought as he swung up the exit ramp, that's 
what's wrong-she won't try anything new and I'm bored. However, as he parked 
the car, a little voice inside him told him again what he already knew-that 
he was not entirely blameless and that he should take a little more time and 
attention to see what his wife really needed. But once again, he pushed the 
thought from his head, filing it away in his head with the other 
"Future-Things to Do," as he jauntily walked into the office. 

All remnants of guilt and thoughts of Jackie vanished from his head as he 
kidded around with his co-workers and drank some more coffee. 

Well, one consolation, he thought to himself, is this great job. He really 
liked his job as a Building Inspector. He could get out around the town and 
was not tied down to a desk, and besides, he liked meeting people, talking 
to them in their own familiar surroundings, and getting a glimpse into the 
way they really lived-As he scanned through the list of complaints for his 
district, one marked URGENT caught his eye. Someone had telephoned in and 
said that a large townhouse on St. Paul Street was occupied by more than one 
family and there was no provision in the building for a multifamily 
dwelling. Vic noticed that the address given was in the same area as 
Brenda's apartment and decided that he'd check out that complaint first and 
then maybe stop by Brenda's for "elevenses!" 

* * * 

Lightly mounting the snowy-white marble steps and pressing the doorbell, Vic 
automatically checked the building for flaking paint and other possible 
exterior violations of the Housing Code. Actually, the three-story building 
was in excellent condition. The natural brick had been newly pointed, glass 
brick had been inserted instead of window-glass, and the front door was 
painted to match the brick. There was even a beetle-shaped brass door 
knocker which gleamed against the dark-red door. Vic ran the bell a second 
time and almost immediately, the door opened. 

"Come right in," a throaty feminine voice said. "I wasn't expecting anyone 
this morning!" Before Vic could introduce himself, the woman had pulled him 
gently inside and closed the door behind him. 

"Follow me," said the same husky voice. 

What the hell, Vic swore under his breath, as he followed her, his eyes 
riveted on the smooth wriggling buttocks encased in silver panne in front of 
him. He hadn't time to see much of her face, but what he could see of her 
back was plenty! That jiggling ass was enough to arouse the blood of any 
man. Vic barely noticed the hallway or the stairs he climbed as he followed 
her to the second floor. 

She turned around at the top of the stairs and smiled warmly. "Here we are, 
honey," she purred. 

God! Is she ever beautiful! The thought sprang immediately to Vic's mind but 
even as he acknowledged it, he knew "beautiful" was not the right word. 
"Sexy" was more like it! This broad, he thought, exudes sheer sex!" 

They were now in a large high-ceilinged room and Vic said abruptly, "Excuse 
me, ma'am... " 

"I'll be right back, honey," she interrupted, "make yourself at home." This 
last was accompanied by an expansive arm gesture. Mesmerized, Vic stood 
watching the doorway from where the enigmatic figure had left. He sucked in 
his breath as he finally noticed the room. He had never seen such a 
sumptuous place. A glittering chandelier hung from the high embossed ceiling 
and Vic could tell it was real crystal. Rich red velvet drapes were drawn 
over the two windows and a deep blood-red shaggy carpet cushioned his feet. 
A single huge mirror filled one entire wall and Vic gasped as he noticed 
that the many paintings on the velvet-covered walls were reproductions of 
the most detailed, erotic Oriental art. As his gaze fell on the large 
comfortable-looking bed on which the counterpane was pulled back to reveal 
black satin sheets, it dawned on Vic that this was no ordinary dwelling. 

Just then, his blonde hostess reappeared. She had two drinks in her hand and 
immediately offered one to Vic. 

"Cheers!" she said airily, "Here's to us!" 

They clinked glasses and both took a long drink of the cool liquid. Vic 
couldn't quite place the contents-it was a mixture of familiar things that 
somehow tasted unfamiliar, but good. 

As he drank, he got a better look at his unknown companion. 

Her platinum blonde hair framed a pert sensual face. Dark makeup circled her 
eyes and her lips were the color of cherry syrup. Vic's eyes fell to the 
voluptuous breasts, pushing up from the low scoop of her strawberry colored 
blouse, dropping to a trim waist and rounded hips. From what he could see 
from the slinky panne slacks, her legs were as shapely as the rest. Although 
the deep etch of her natural neck lines betrayed a maturity in years not 
immediately discernible, that discovery only served to enhance her in Vic's 
eyes. 

"My name's Gail," she said finally. "What's yours?" 

"Vic," he answered quickly, but you've... " 

"I'm looking forward to getting acquainted with you, Vic," she drawled 
seductively, letting her eyes rest directly on his loins. His penis gave an 
excited lurch, as if in answer to her gaze, and bulged against his pants. 
Vic saw the barest lift of her eyebrow as she noticed his growing tumescence 
and thought, "God, she exudes pure animal sex!" He could just see her, 
hungrily sucking his cock, her big breasts dangling on his chest, wild with 
desire for him- He knew he had to have this woman, this Gail, whoever or 
whatever she was, no matter what the circumstances. 

Even so, he heard himself saying, "I've been trying to tell you, uh... Gail, 
I'm here on business. I'm a Building Inspector, and I've had a complaint 
about this building." 

Gail's eyes narrowed. 

"What does that mean?" 

"Well," Vic said nervously, "there are certain improvements you have to make 
to the house, or else pay a large fine, and there's the matter of just how 
many people live here!" 

"I see," Gail said icily. 

They looked at each other silently. Vic noticed the protuberance of Gail's 
nipples through the thin silk blouse-she had nothing on underneath-those 
boobs were all for real! Tiny beads of perspiration broke out on his upper 
lip and he clenched his fists to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing 
the tantalizing orbs of teasing white flesh. 

"However," he said slowly, "if I reported that there were no violations-" 

"There'd be no improvements to make or fines to pay?" finished Gail, moving 
closer to him with renewed interest. 

"That's right," Vic said, almost in a whisper, staring straight into Gail's 
eyes. "I think we understand each other." 

Gail smiled, a deep earthy smile and reached out and boldly touched his 
throbbing cock. Vic jumped at the electrical Shockwaves from her touch on 
his swollen penis. She began to stroke it lightly through the material of 
his pants, and she grazed her breasts gently against his beating chest. 

Laughing throatily, she said, "Now let's see what I can do to make you 
forget about those violations." 

She leaned even closer to him and he could feel her hot breath pulsing 
against his cheek. 

"Oh Christ, he thought, he had to have her. He'd forget about a thousand 
violations for the chance to fuck her! 

His hands went out to her, touching her shoulders-but then she moved away 
from him out of his grasp. She took his hand and lead him over to the bed. 

"Get naked, baby," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to see that big cock of 
yours. I know you have a big one! Show me! I want to see what I'm getting." 

Her eyes danced in her head and she ran her tongue over her lips in lewd 
anticipation of what she would see. 

Hypnotized by her droning incantation, Vic slipped off his shirt, undid his 
belt and stepped out of his pants. His lust-bloated cock sprang out, the 
head blood-red as if angered by its imprisonment. Gail's hand reached out to 
the hardness of it and he gasped as her cool long fingers closed around its 
turgid circumference. A growl began deep in his throat as he felt her long 
strawberry-colored nails rake lightly against his cock-skin, stopping to 
pressure the sensitive under vein unbearably. His cock was jerking now and 
he felt that the surging billows of heat building in his balls would rush to 
the head and explode at any second. Then-she stopped! A vicious snarl 
erupted from his throat, and he opened his eyes. She had moved to the far 
side of the room. Enraged, he was about to go after her, when she said, "Lie 
down on the bed, I'll be there right away." 

His eyes glued to her, he lay back on the bed, feeling the sensuous coolness 
of the black satin sheets. 

Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse. Vic blinked his eyes as the 
voluptuous swell of her breasts was revealed to him. Almost artistically, 
Gail folded back the fully open blouse and exposed the perfect orbs to his 
lust-dimmed view. Craning his neck, he greedily enjoyed their natural 
upsweep, tapering to large firm nipples, rosily erect. She played her long 
index finger into the deep cleft, and Vic's own fingers itched for the feel 
of the soft doughy mounds. Throwing the blouse to the floor, she slowly 
started to undo the side zipper of her pants. Vic's balls throbbed 
feverishly as he watched her slip the pants down over her full luscious 
hips, to reveal the black wisp of her lace garter belt and the flimsy 
covering of her bikini panties. When the pants fell to her feet, she 
daintily kicked them aside to join the blouse in a rumpled heap. Still in 
her high-heel shoes, hands on her hips, she turned around in a circle, the 
full moons of her buttocks coming tantalizingly into view. As she completed 
the pirouette, she faced him once again, and Vic could see a few stray pubic 
hairs sneaking out around the tight elastic legbands of her sheer nylon 
panties. She dropped her sensuous hand and began to gently caress the soft 
flesh of her inner thigh. Her lips parted and a soft mewling sound escaped 
her as she teased herself, stroking up and down, stopping just short of the 
panty-covered mound. 

"Gail... " Vic whispered. He couldn't say anything more. His throat felt 
chalky and his mouth hinged open, his eyes bulging like a globe-eyed fish, 
as he stared at her wanton pose. 

She stopped closer to him, and she inserted her fingertips into the top of 
her bikini pants. Hypnotically, she pulled at the elastic, testing the 
width, and then with a slight wriggle, she eased the narrow black strip down 
over her quivering thighs, revealing to Vic's staring eyes the golden 
triangle of her soft, curling pubic mound. The panties easily slipped down 
her black-stockinged legs and she laughingly stepped out of them and 
teasingly tossed them on the floor. Standing with her legs apart, she flexed 
her now naked pussy towards Vic's prostrate figure. 

"Christ, you're beautiful," he muttered, and Gail delightedly walked 
nonchalantly around the room-a slow, sultry walk that smacked of a beckoning 
professional enticement. She stopped directly in front of Vic, and slowly 
lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down along her jutting 
breasts, down along her nipped-in waist and over the satiny contours of her 
hips. Vic's eyes were transfixed, and he was unable to move, even though she 
was only a foot away, captured siren-like by her non-audio sex song, his 
penis screaming for release. Then her hands dipped lower, slipping through 
the golden tangle of her pussy fur. 

Deftly, she pushed aside the soft fleshy cuntal lips and revealed the pink 
tip of her already erect clitoris to Vic's hungry view. He licked his dry 
lips and rasped hoarsely. "I want to fuck you." 

"How do you want to fuck me, baby?" Gail asked tauntingly. 

"Like this-" he spat, a strangled cry escaping his throat. Reaching out, he 
grabbed her into his arms. He showered hot kisses over her face, her neck, 
her throat as his hands roamed feverishly over the smoothness of her body, 
warm and soft against him. The musky female odor of her mingling with the 
heaviness of her perfume permeated his nostrils maddening him with desire. 
He smashed his lips down on hers and their tongues danced and fenced with 
each other, whipping up a froth of commingled saliva. Gail's hands ran 
expertly up and down his muscular back, tickling and teasing his unexplored 
sensitive areas-under his shoulder blades, down his sides, his vertebrae. 
Vic pressed the full length of his body against hers, crushing her down into 
the smooth blackness of the sheets and cupping his hands under her firm 
buttocks, he pulled her naked crotch up towards him as he ground his pelvis 
down. 

"Oooooohhhhh, you feel good," she moaned as she snaked out her legs on 
either side of him and then together again, locking them together behind his 
back, pulled him down even harder between her widespread thighs. 

Reaching down, Gail grasped Vic's engorged penis in her hands and began to 
move it up and down and around her wet throbbing vaginal slit, lubricating 
it in her own juices. He moaned as the combined pressure in his bloated 
balls and his palpitating cock became excruciatingly urgent and flexing his 
hips with an animalistic thrust, Vic drove his pulsating prick into the warm 
wet cavern of her ready cuntal orifice. 

"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh," she cried as her cavernous pussy consumed the hardened 
charging flesh until its full length was buried deep in her already hungrily 
sucking vagina. 

"Oooooohhhhh," she sighed, "that's the way I like it... " 

Vic ground his pelvis into the responsive flesh beneath him and began to 
fuck into her with long savage strokes. Gail returned thrust for thrust, 
driving her crotch up to meet his in an instinctive rhythm. 

"Shove your finger in my ass," she hissed through clenched teeth. Vic, 
consumed by the uncontrollable flames of passion engulfing him was oblivious 
to all verbosities. 

"Shove your finger in my ass!" she screamed again, suddenly longing for the 
masochistic pain. 

Dazedly, Vic reached down and searched with his index finger between the 
desperately working moons of her buttocks for her rectum. Finding the tiny 
puckered ring, he jabbed at it for a moment, and meeting with resistance, 
thrust his finger forward, hard, until the tight rubbery ring gave way and 
he slid his digit into the first knuckle. A shudder gripped Gail from the 
initial pain of the digital invasion, but she pushed her buttocks back on 
his finger, screwing her anus down on it until it was completely sunk into 
the tight opening. 

"Arrgghhh," she cried... "I love it, that's it, baby!" She groaned wildly 
under him, twisting and gyrating from the intense pain-pleasure of the 
double impalement. 

The pleasure building up in his balls was reaching the boiling point and Vic 
knew he would cum soon. Her head flailing from side to side and her crotch 
grasping spasmodically, Gail sought to achieve her orgasmic release. 

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm cumming!" she cried hoarsely as she fucked back violently, 
battering her widespread loins desperately up against the pounding fury of 
Vic's pelvis. Passion and lust finally converged in Vic's tortured testicles 
and the hot milky seed rushed from his scrotum to spew frenziedly into 
Gail's milking, sucking pussy, until there was nothing left. Exhausted, he 
lay on top of her, their quivering bodies still united. 

"Ah Vic," Gail said softly, "what a lay! You're some man!" 

"And you're some woman," Vic answered. 

Unwanted, unbidden thoughts of his wife crept into Vic's head. He wondered 
why he never felt like this after making love to her; instead of this 
feeling of power, of masculinity which he was experiencing, with Jackie he 
always had a vague sense of frustration, of inadequacy. Why was that? Whose 
fault was it? His flow of thought was interrupted by Gail wriggling out from 
under him and suddenly, she was on all fours, looking down at him with a 
salacious grin on her face. Her head dropped down toward his deflated cock 
and her tongue flicked out, darting and licking, teasing the limp expanse of 
his prick, flicking at the soft wrinkled skin of his relaxed scrotum. Chills 
rushed up and down his back and he noticed with disbelief that his flaccid 
cock was once more coming to life under Gail's expert ministrations. 

"Oooooohhhhh," he sighed, burying his hands in the bobbing platinum tangle 
of her hair. A smile flitted across Gail's mouth as she saw his contorted 
face, twisted with passion, and she brought her ovaled lips down over the 
still moist head, enclosing its entirety in her soft buttery mouth. 

"Aaaaahhhh," he moaned, as she began to massage the imprisoned head with her 
tongue, dabbing snake-like at the tiny slit at the top, at the same time 
sucking to draw any last remaining drops of cum from his cock. Gail inhaled 
his pungent male odor and her tongue lapped the last vestiges of her own 
bittersweet juices from his genitals. With one hand, she massaged the soft 
crinkly skin of his balls and with the other, she stroked the base of his 
cock, rooting deep among the wiry pubic hairs as if she were trying to reach 
the very foundation of his rod. She then released the burgeoning head and 
lowered her diligent tongue to the softness of his testicles, by now 
writhing under her manipulation. Hungrily, she painted his balls with her 
saliva juices, adding to the already tumultuous sensation in his testicles. 
She continued to lick at his bloated balls, her hand pumping furiously on 
his rigid shaft, making Vic squirm and twitch under the fire-like lashes of 
her tongue. Once again, her tongue swiped around the upright cock, and she 
enclosed the gigantic head in her skillfully contracting mouth. Reaching 
under and cupping his buttocks in her hands, Gail pulled his pelvis up 
towards her face until she took almost the entire length of his cock in her 
throat. Vic revelled in the sensation of his cock imbedded in the strange 
mouth and he was certain she would choke from the engorged mass. But she 
continued to suck him furiously, her body flailing from the force of her 
exertion. 

Deep inside him, he could feel great flurries of heat rising in him and his 
breath exploded into tiny mewling grunts. The grunts turned into a low 
guttural moan which erupted from his parched throat as again his hot sticky 
sperm began its headlong dash from his tortured balls to the willing 
receptacle of her churning mouth. Gail sucked at the welcome semen-shower 
and swallowed as though she was dying of thirst. She clasped her lips tight 
around the pulsating head and continued her frantic oral milking until she 
had sucked him completely dry. Finally, Vic lay back across the bed, 
spreadeagled, as Gail nipped playfully at his ear. 

"Now what was that about a violation, Mr. Building Inspector?" she purred. 

"Well now, let me see," he parried. "I've almost, but not quite forgotten... 
" 

"Aha," she answered, "we'll have to do something else to black out your 
memory... " 

Vic, turning to look at her gleaming, half-closed eyes and her ripe full 
lips, curled in expectancy, knew that whatever else happened, he wouldn't 
forget this part of his "job" in a hurry. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jackie applied the bronze tone lipstick to her well-shaped lips and then 
stood back to examine the result in the full length mirror. Not bad, she 
conceded, not bad. The twenty-four dollars she had spent on a beauty 
consultation last week had certainly been worth it, she thought. She 
remembered how the beautician had cut three inches off her long hair, so it 
swung just below her shoulder line and had added a rinse which brought out 
the rich auburn highlights. Her new hair accentuation, combined with the two 
shades of eye shadow, pearly grey and pale mauve, which the beautician had 
taught her to smooth onto her lids, really enhanced her creamy complexion 
and large grey eyes. Now dressed in a new sea-green sun dress, she looked 
good and knew it. As she stood critically examining her appearance, nagging 
thoughts once more entered her head... doubts that had been tormenting her 
for weeks now. She hadn't meant to lose her temper again this morning with 
Vic, but somehow, his utter complacency, his indifference to her feelings 
completely blotted out rational feeling and turned her into a whiny, 
ill-tempered wife. And what was worse, Vic wouldn't even talk about their 
problems. He maintained that impenetrable noncommittal facade which irked 
her so much and added to her increasing resentment. 

But, she thought determinedly, I'm not going to think about that now. Her 
friend Lora had invited her over to see some new clothes she had bought and 
Jackie wanted to be there early so that they could have a long talk. She 
liked talking to Lora; Lora seemed to understand so much about a woman's 
innermost thoughts and feelings, especially with regard to men. Jackie 
reflected that this was probably because Lora had been divorced and so knew 
a lot more about the world than she did. For, even at twenty-three, Jackie 
knew she had a lot to learn. She and Vic had gotten married when she was 
nineteen and they'd moved in to this apartment in North Baltimore, which was 
so far away from everything, making her feel lonely and isolated. Jackie 
decided to walk the twelve blocks to Lora's apartment, since it was such a 
lovely day. Immensely cheered by the warmth of the sun on her naked arms, 
and the yellow clumps of blooming forsythia along the way, Jackie reflected 
on her friendship with Lora. She had known her for years; since high school, 
even though Lora was two years older. Lora had always been a bit wild; in 
fact, some of her other friends in school had considered Lora loose or 
"fast" but, Jackie thought loyally, that was only the impression her friend 
gave. True, her hair was just a little too black to be true and her skirts 
were awfully short, but with the crazy do-your-own-thing styles these days, 
who was to say what was vulgar and what wasn't. Besides, Jackie thought, 
defending Lora to herself, after a divorce, a woman was entitled to a little 
liberty. They had lost touch after high school, except for an occasional 
card or note, until Jackie had run into her again, just last month, 
downtown. They had lunch together and almost instantly, the same intimate 
rapport that had characterized their high school friendship was established 
between them. Jackie had told her all about how she had met Vic when she was 
working at the Housing Department and had married him after a whirlwind 
courtship, and how they were now saving for a new ranch-style home out in 
Catonsville. Lora in turn related the details of her brief disastrous 
marriage at nineteen, immediately after high school, and her divorce at 
twenty, and by innuendo, the variety of the following five years of freedom. 
They were mutually delighted to find that they lived only "minutes" apart 
from each other, and gleefully exchanged phone numbers and promises to 
get-in-touch. The very next day, Lora had called and now she and Jackie saw 
each other regularly. 

Thank God for Lora! Jackie thought-I'd be half-crazy by now if it weren't 
for her friendship! Lora was waiting at the door when Jackie climbed the 
stairs to the second floor. They greeted each other with an affectionate hug 
and went into the comfortable sitting room. Lora's apartment never failed to 
amaze Jackie. It was so elegant and yet so wild! Fur skins thrown over the 
opulent furniture at random, op-art paintings on the wall, photographic 
blow-ups of Lora nude, well, almost nude on the walls. Jackie could never 
bring herself to examine the blow-ups closely. She actually blushed every 
time she found herself looking at them. They were so graphic. Nothing was 
left to the imagination! 

Lora was her usual talkative self, and looked stunning in a white crocheted 
pantsuit. Jackie settled into the down-filled crushed velvet sofa and Lora 
brought in two Gin and Tonics. 

She felt relaxed, after sipping the potent drink, and told Lora about her 
quarrel with Vic, and how he had come home late again last night. 

"But why, honey, why does he do this to you?" Lora asked sympathetically, 
rounding her bright blue eyes like saucers. She had, of course, heard a 
detailed account of all Jackie's problems, told installment by installment 
by Jackie herself. 

"I don't know, Lora, I wish I knew." 

"You deserve a lot better than that. Why, with your face and figure, you 
could have any man you want!" 

"No need to go overboard," Jackie laughed, "but, seriously, I wish things 
were better for us." 

They sat sipping the tangy drinks, discussing the frailties of men and the 
many problems of living with and without them. Lora fixed another drink for 
them and then modeled her new clothes for Jackie. 

The first outfit was a red wet-look top and skirt, which clung seductively 
to her rounded hips and slipped between her legs as she walked. 

"Oh, it's beautiful," Jackie enthused, "but, but aren't you going to wear a 
slip under it?" 

"Why, no!" Lora answered surprised. "Whatever for?" 

Jackie, observing how the smooth, white crevice of Lora's buttocks was 
plainly visible through the thin material, said nothing. 

The next purchase was an evening dress, long and black of thirties' style, 
satin, with a deep vee neck. 

Jackie gasped, the dress seemed molded to Lora's body and she had to admit 
that the entire effect was stunning. She secretly envied Lora for her taste 
which invariably lead her to choose exactly the right clothes for her 
coloring and shape, but she couldn't help wondering where Lora got all the 
money she spent on clothes. Her alimony couldn't be that much, and she 
didn't have a job. Lora then came into the living room wearing sheer, red 
lounging pajamas-absolutely see-through. The vivid scarlet was a perfect 
complement to her dark good looks, and she wore a matching red lace bra and 
panties. Jackie had never seen anything like it. Red was certainly Lora's 
color, and she knew it. Lora's breasts were bursting up out of the thin 
strip of the push-up bra and the tiny panties barely concealed her pubic 
mound. But Jackie admired the ensemble profusely. She would never wear 
anything so daring herself, but she derived a sort of vicarious thrill out 
of seeing the provocative outfits on her friend. 

Lora then brought another drink for them both, and showed Jackie an 
assortment of accessories and lingerie which she had also recently 
purchased. The copious amounts of gin began to have an effect on Jackie. She 
felt sleepy and she had difficulty concentrating on the tidbits of 
information Lora was handing out. 

"Lora, I think I'd better lie down for a moment, I feel dizzy." She said. 

"Okay, Jackie, why don't you stretch out on the bed?" 

Jackie stepped gingerly into the bizarre bedroom, marvelling again in her 
dazed brain at the pink-and-white fantasy where Lora slept. 

Gratefully, she stretched out on the soft white rabbit-fur coverlet. The 
pink-and-white candy stripe walls reminded her of when she was a little girl 
and had had a dress of the same stripe, and she felt secure and happy as 
sleep crept over her. 

About an hour later, Jackie's eyes flew open. She had been awakened by a 
noise in the living room. It sounded like a laugh and a cry at the same 
time. She had been sleeping soundly and at first, confused for a moment by 
the strange room, had thought it was just a dream. But there it was again! 
Something was going on out there, she thought as other muffled sounds 
reached her ears. She sat still on the bed, listening, not knowing what to 
do. Perhaps it was a burglar, prowling around. But where was Lora? Stop 
dramatizing, she told herself. It's the middle of the afternoon, what could 
happen? There was silence for a long moment and then what sounded like light 
whimpering. Again, she hesitated. She got up and crept over to the door, 
straining her ear against the wood. A long low moan came from the other 
room. It sounded like Lora; perhaps she was ill. She'd just take a quick 
look to see if everything was all right. She silently opened the door just a 
crack and looked. Her stomach lurched. There was Lora-with a man on top of 
her, trying to rape her! He had her pinned on the brown deerskin rug on the 
floor. Jackie almost let out a scream but stopped herself in time. She had 
to get out-to telephone for help. Her sleep dazed brain refused to work, and 
she just stood there petrified for what seemed an eternity. She was shaking 
now but she knew it would do no good for her to try and help physically-that 
brute could easily kill them both. She stole another look at the incredible 
sight and again held her breath-but this time for a different reason. Lora 
actually had her arms around his neck! Jackie watched, aghast. She had a 
good view of them-their feet were pointing in her direction, only about 
twelve feet away. All she could see of the man was his expansively flabby 
buttocks and broad back. Jackie stood transfixed, unable to draw herself 
away from the lascivious sight in front of her. 

Suddenly, Lora's legs splayed out wide on either side of the hulking body on 
top of her and then curled up and locked tightly around the broad back. 
Realization was beginning to dawn on Jackie; the rape was only in her 
imagination; Lora was fully a partner in this lewd act. Jackie blushed at 
her own naivete; anyone else would immediately have realized what was 
happening. But not her; somehow she felt betrayed by Lora's sinful action. 
She caught sight of Lora's new lounging pajamas, lying in a heap like a 
crushed poppy. She knew she shouldn't be watching this private scene but 
just then she saw clearly the exposed hair-covered furrow between Lora's 
widespread thighs. She could just make out the ragged glistening lips of her 
vagina. The man made an upward motion and Jackie nearly gasped aloud when 
she caught a glimpse of the huge thick penile shaft dangling between his 
legs and the hairy balls nestling under the crevice of his ass. She couldn't 
leave now; the lewd sight held her in its prurient spell. A pair of 
hands-Lora's-dropped down and with a thumb and finger, deftly spread the 
hair-lined nether lips, expanding slightly the moist petal-like cuntal 
opening. Jackie's heart pounded painfully as the man's hand reached down and 
grasped his long rigid pole. Raising his buttocks in the air, he poised the 
grotesquely-enlarged head at the widespread vaginal opening. With one 
bestial lunge, he sunk the huge rod all the way into the proffered cunt, 
until his pendulous balls were grinding snuggly against the open crevice of 
Lora's upraised buttocks. 

A low banshee-like wail escaped Lora's lips and Jackie bit her knuckles, 
wincing from the unearthly sound. The figures were still for a moment, and 
then the man began a slow sawing into the completely impaled woman beneath 
him. He withdrew slightly, sliding his glistening instrument out, the 
petal-pink flesh of her cunt clinging tenaciously to the withdrawing cock 
and then plunged it in all the way once more. 

Jackie's jaw dropped in disbelief as she saw Lora arch her back up off the 
rug and thrust her hips up to meet his downthrust. She seemed to be 
desperately trying to encase every last centimeter of his cock in her 
vaginal sheath. 

"Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me-" drifted across to Jackie's horrified ears. In a 
monotonic trance, Lora droned the horrid obscenities at her partner, spewing 
words which Jackie had heard only spoken in whispers, and certainly not by a 
woman! The lewd forbidden words sent electric tingles darting through her. 
She watched disbelievingly as the man's hand once again dropped and the tip 
of his finger played in the widespread crevice of Lora's ass. It teased 
tantalizingly at the tight rubbery opening of her anus and suddenly slipped 
through the fleshy protective ring and slipped inside. Another tortured cry 
erupted from Lora and tears came to Jackie's eyes. She instinctively 
clenched the cheeks of her own buttocks, staving off an imaginary anal 
intruder. To her amazement, she saw Lora bear down on the digital skewer, 
impaling herself even more on the man's finger. Then she began a furious 
pumping against the dual instruments. 

"Oh split me... hurt me... split me... " Lora whined. 

A smoldering spark ignited between Jackie's legs and she pressed her thighs 
together attempting to quench the raging fire. She was mesmerized by the 
sight of the couple fucking on the rug and her own body began an 
unconscious, almost-motionless churning of its own. She wanted to tear 
herself from the lewd sight-the depraved wanton coupling in front of her, 
but she was powerless-she couldn't move. The man was fucking her girl friend 
wildly now, shaking the room with his furious pounding and then a piercing 
scream, followed by a low male groan, sounded in the room, signaling 
primitive savage simultaneous orgasm. Even then, as the pair squirmed and 
twitched, the man pumping his sperm into Lora's widespread crotch, Jackie 
couldn't move. She had to wait-she had to see everything-and only when the 
panting bodies lay still on the floor and she saw a thin rivulet of cum 
trickling from Lora's open vaginal lips, did she silently close the door and 
tip-toe back to the bed. 

Conflicting thoughts danced in her head as she sat down, trying to still the 
quivering between her legs. She had never seen anything like it-she had 
known no other man but Vic and her normal conventional upbringing had 
shielded her from the knowledge of primitive passionate emotions. Now she 
felt sick and disgusted. How could Lora abandon herself like that-like a 
sex-crazed maniac? Had she no sense of decency, of self-respect? But the 
remembrance of Lora's ecstatic orgasm pushed into her brain. Was that 
normal? That wild abandoned release? Could every woman have an orgasm like 
that? Memories of her own orgasms mild indeed compared to the tempestuous 
display she had witnessed, flicked through her mind. But, of course, she 
assured herself, Vick and I make love; this was just pure out-and-out sex; 
why, they were like animals! No respectable married couple would behave like 
Lora and that man did. They were indecent! 

The sound of a male and female voice, laughing and talking wafted over to 
Jackie's ears and she decided to make her entrance-and exit. 

Smoothing her dress and trying to compose herself, she walked as 
nonchalantly as possible into the living room. 

"Hi Jackie," Lora said warmly, "have a good nap?" They were both dressed 
now, Lora in her lounging pajamas, and the man in a rumpled sharkskin suit. 

"Oh yes," Jackie smiled nervously. 

"This is Frank Lambertino, an old friend," Lora said. "Frank, I want you to 
meet another old friend of mine, Jackie Trenton." 

Frank extended a rough hand, and Jackie shook it weakly. He was a tall, 
hulking man, of enormous build, and his craggy face was disturbingly 
attractive. His steel-gray eyes held hers for a long moment before she 
managed to look away. 

"I have to go now, Lora," Jackie said flatly. "Oh do stay and have another 
drink," Lora pressed. 

"No, I can't... Thanks anyway." 

Gathering up her things, she briskly said goodbye and exchanged promises to 
call with Lora. 

She sighed with relief as she stepped out of the apartment building. I'm 
never going to see her again, she thought. She's almost a tramp! And that 
horrible man... 

But the memory of Frank's magnetic eyes and the weirdly-exciting image of 
the two lustful writhing figures jerking their way to ecstasy were etched on 
her brain and remained there, as she walked slowly home. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Vic finished his fourth Scotch and wondered whether he should have another. 
He was at The Walrus, a favorite bar fairly near his neighborhood and he had 
stopped there after work. As he sat there alone drinking, he amused himself 
thinking about the morning he had spent with Gail. He had never met anyone 
like her. His body tingled at the thought of her warm full breasts crushing 
into his chest and the expert tightness of her willing cunt around his cock. 
Christ, he said to himself, she sure is all woman! 

A glance at the clock behind the bar told him it was almost 7:30. He 
reluctantly decided to forego a fifth Scotch, and go home. What I don't need 
are more histrionics from Jackie, he thought bitterly. God! Was it this 
morning when they had had that fight? It seemed like weeks ago, and being 
with Gail-that seemed like years ago, even though it was just this morning. 

He drove slowly home, concentrating on the expressway. He was not looking 
forward to his reception there, late as he was. I suppose she'll start in on 
me again as soon as I get inside the door. That bitch! Who the hell does she 
think she is? With her prudish little pussy and mustn't touch crap! I need a 
full-bodied woman, for chrissakes, not a child. "Oh don't do that," he 
mimicked aloud, thinking of her constant refusal to experiment with him, to 
try anything new. And her orgasms, if you could call them that, he thought 
venomously. Like a goddamn nun! She sure as hell could take a few lessons 
from Gail. The thought of Gail sent a shiver of life stirring in his cock. 
God, what's the use, he thought. The little bitch at home turns me off! 
There's no use getting all worked up, old buddy, he slurred, talking to his 
growing member, there'll be no welcome for you either there. He visualized 
Gail bending low over him, taking his prick in her honey-sweet mouth, 
caressing it into erection, sucking, sucking... 

He stepped on the gas. His cock was crying out for release from its prison 
of fabric, pressing painfully against the cotton of his shorts. Looking 
down, he chortled with evil glee at the size of the bulge, and at the same 
time swore at the urgency of his need. Driving like a madman, he zoomed up 
the exit ramp and sped down the street towards his apartment. With a sigh of 
relief, he pulled into the parking lot, thankful at least for getting away 
with speeding. 

Jackie sat, waiting. Try as she might, she could not quell the rising tide 
of resentment. How could he stay out late again? She had gone to the trouble 
of cooking his very favorite meal, manicotti with thin pancakes instead of 
noodles, and he didn't even condescend to come home on time. Well, in the 
mood she was in now, he'd get his favorite Italian dish, all right, right in 
the face! She jumped up as she heard him pounding up the stairs and stood 
waiting in the archway, arms folded, as he walked in the front door. 

"Where have you been till now?" Was that shrewish, bitchy voice really hers? 
But she couldn't help it. He had to understand how she felt... Jackie 
gasped. Her eyes alighted on the huge bulge between his legs. What had he 
been doing?... A harsh snarl escaped Vic's lips. Her remark had triggered a 
flood of sadistic anger-she had gone too far this time. The blood rushed 
from his face and he threw his briefcase on the floor. 

"Where have you been till now? Wherehaveyoubeentillnow?" he singsonged, 
mimicking her demand, and dancing simian-like around her. 

"You goddamn bitch!" he snarled. Jackie automatically jumped back as his 
hand reached out to grab her. 

"Come here!" he commanded coldly. The cruel unyielding tone of his voice 
immobilized her and she stood there cringing, her arms cupped protectively 
around her breasts. 

"I've got something for you, prissy missy," he leered, lewdly fondling his 
bulging genitals. Jackie shrank back, against the frameway. God, what was 
happening? She could smell the liquor on his breath and she was afraid. She 
knew what he was like when he was drunk and she didn't like it. What can I 
do? she thought desperately. 

"Vic," she said softly, her heart thumping furiously. "Why don't you sit 
down and we can have dinner? It's your favorite... " 

"Shut up, shut up!" he shouted, grabbing her roughly by the arm. He poked 
his face close to hers and a waft of whiskey-breath blew in her face. Still 
holding her tightly, he half lead, half pulled her into the bedroom. Jackie 
felt the blood rising in her head until she thought it would burst from the 
pressure. With a sudden move, he twisted her arm painfully behind her back 
so that she was forced to turn and fall back on the bed. She cowered down on 
it as if she hoped it would swallow her up. 

Vic tore off his clothes and then strode up to the bed, facing her. Try as 
she might, Jackie couldn't tear her eyes away from the monstrous thick pole 
hovering in front of her. It was almost as huge and grotesque as Frank's had 
been. Was this her husband? Was this ugly thing the same instrument that 
penetrated her. professing love and tenderness? The slit at the top of the 
purplish bulging head glistened obscenely, and seemed to stare lewdly at 
her. A shudder convulsed her. "Big, isn't it, baby?" he jeered, waving it in 
front of her gaping eyes, his two hands clasped around its tree-trunk width. 

"Take off your clothes!" he growled. 

"No," she answered defiantly, holding his eyes with hers. She was trembling 
but she had to resist. There was no telling how he'd react to her naked 
body. Her sense of decency and repulsion to his disgusting manners and 
filthy words propelled her into defiance. Suddenly, his hands tangled in her 
hair and he jerked her face until it was an inch away from his throbbing 
instrument. She could smell the faint sweaty smell of male genitals and she 
gagged. 

"You'd love to suck this, wouldn't ya, babe?" he sneered. 

"No, no, no," she cried. 

"Then get those clothes off, or by God, you will," he snapped, "and," he 
added lewdly, "make it a good performance." 

What could he mean, "good performance?" Jackie thought wildly. But a look at 
Vic's stormy, lust-filled face told her that the time for hesitating, for 
opposition to him was over. He was in deadly earnest, and when Vic was, she 
knew he meant business! 

Quivering, she rose up off the bed. Vic sat in the bedroom chair, still 
lovingly cupping his swollen genitals. With downcast eyes, Jackie began to 
unzip her green sundress. She had left it on after her visit to Lora that 
morning because it was so comfortable, one of those with a built-in bra, but 
now she thought she'd never wear it again! Spiritlessly, she drew the dress 
down over her shoulders, and felt her breasts stiffen as they were released 
from the tight confining cloth. 

"Put some life in it!" Vic snarled. 

She slipped the dress down over her hips, mustering a little wriggle as she 
did so. It fell on the floor and she stepped out of it. She was wearing 
cork-soled sandals and now, naked except for her white nylon panties, she 
stood looking ashamedly at the alien face of her husband. Her face was 
beet-red from the indignity of his commands and she didn't know what else to 
do. She didn't even care. 

"Walk around!" he ordered. 

Slowly, Jackie began to walk around the room. She was humiliated beyond 
endurance and now she just wanted to get it over with-the "it" being 
whatever her drunken husband had in mind. She even swayed her hips a little, 
hoping, that by doing a good job, she might satiate his sickening desires. 
After she had completed the degrading circle of the room, she stood facing 
her husband once more. He was staring at her through half-closed eyes, his 
mouth slightly open, his prick still jutting lewdly up at her. She began to 
strip off the flimsy panties, slowly rolling them down over her thighs and 
past her knees to her ankles where she reluctantly stepped out of them. 

Vic's eyes fed greedily on the sight of his wife's naked body. Her breasts 
were full and ripe, the roseate nipples erect. Her slender waist flared to 
fine ivory-smooth hips and her thighs looked soft and yielding contrasting 
perfectly with the dark pubic triangle. Not bad, he thought savagely, not 
too bad. Watching her undress had excited him even more, and just as he had 
felt this morning at Gail's, he wanted to reach out and grab her luscious 
whiteness. 

Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust, Vic rose from his chair and pushed 
Jackie toward the bed. He shoved her onto it, and she sprawled out face 
down. He grabbed her by the waist and forced her up on all fours, and then 
with one hand, he brutally pushed her head back down on the bed, so that her 
buttocks were raised lewdly up in the air. 

Vic knelt behind her and with his hands, spread the soft, resilient cheeks 
of her ass. Jackie made a momentary and useless lurch forward to try and 
escape his grasp, but Vic's hands dug into her ass-cheeks, holding her 
painfully in place. She ceased her struggles. She knew she would have to 
submit to his wanton desires. Her body was helpless, to be used as he 
wished... 

Vic's hand ran up the inside of her thigh all the way to her cunt. His eyes 
bulged as he gazed at the tight little asshole nestled in the crevice. His 
balls tingled and ached and he longed to jam his cock deep into her soft 
brown depths. But he held back, wanting to savor every moment of the cruel 
subjugation he had in mind. The skin around her anus strained as he pulled 
at the flesh and his fingers probed at the puckered little ring like 
electric needles. 

"Spread them wider!" he rasped. 

Jackie gasped. She tried to flare her buttocks but didn't succeed, so she 
spread her knees as far as she could without collapsing. He jabbed at the 
tight little hole with his forefinger, delighting in her wincing from the 
chilling contact. His other hand kneaded the soft loaves of her buttocks, 
leaving red imprints on the white snowy mounds. Bending down, he traced his 
tongue along the quivering split, leaving a thin shimmering trail like a 
snail's. Jackie jerked uncontrollably as she felt his sharp teeth nip into 
her pliant buttocks but he held her fast and she could only grit her teeth 
as he bit into her mercilessly. Then his darting tongue was probing at the 
exposed nether ring, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the strong 
opening. 

Oh, God, Jackie moaned. Why is he doing that? Can't he at least get on with 
it, instead of torturing me like this? 

"Aaaaagggghhhhh----" she sobbed as she felt the already taut crevice being 
stretched even more and then his long swollen cock lay its full length 
between her asscheeks, the bulbous head resting at the rubbery opening. Vic 
ran his prick lightly up and down the widely-stretched crack, a drop of cum 
already sparkling obscenely at the tip. 

"Tickle my balls, bitch," he spat. 

Dazedly and afraid, Jackie reached back and gently grasped the hairy 
pendulous balls in her hand. She had a sudden wild impulse to yank them, 
pull them right off, until Vic screamed for mercy, but she dare not. Gently, 
she stroked them, caressing them as tenderly as if they were rare and 
valuable jewels. Vic grunted, his eyes closed with pleasure, and then placed 
the huge swollen head against the tight hairless opening. The giant rod 
began to probe and work against her anus, seeking entry to the tiny virginal 
canal. 

Although she tried to suppress the desperate thoughts, a flash of 
realization struck Jackie and she had no doubt now as to her husband's 
depraved designs. He was going to put his huge bloated penis into her rectal 
passage! How could she take it? It would split her; she couldn't stand the 
pain. Ironically, she thought of how she had mentally castigated Lora and 
Frank for their wanton lust, but here her own husband was no better! 

Tears came to her eyes and she began to whine quietly, desperately trying to 
free her buttocks from her husband's impassioned clasp. 

"Shut up and be still!" he snarled. Trembling with fear, Jackie tried to 
quiet the quivering in her upraised behind. With a sudden lunge, Vic tried 
to force his throbbing prick through the rubbery opening. But it wouldn't 
penetrate! It pushed painfully against the unyielding rectal entrance, and 
Vic swore softly at his defeat. Jackie was shaking; she knew now that there 
would be no reprieve from the terrible profanity that was to be perpetrated 
on her. She would just have to endure it as best as she could, although how 
she could stand it, she didn't know. Why, oh why, was this nightmare 
happening to her? Her own husband was no better than the stray dogs on the 
street, forever mounting each other! Her backside was so sore, she could 
swear that it was raw and bloody; Vic's nails dug like talons into the 
sensitive flesh. Her face felt squashed from being pressed into the pillow 
and her whole body was wracked with a severe cramp from the unnaturalness of 
her position. She had felt relieved for a moment when his gargantuan cock 
had failed to penetrate the tiny hole, thinking that he might abandon the 
lewd idea, but-he was trying again!! 

"Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" A searing pain tore through her back passage, 
sending shooting pains all the way up her back. He was in! He was cruelly 
raping her anus! The pain blinded her. She felt a groping in her rectum, a 
stretching, twisting movement as if something was trying to widen the tight 
canal. 

Through her tear-dimmed eyes, she stole a look down under between her legs. 
WHAT WAS THAT? It was Vic's huge penis... but it wasn't inside her!! Then 
what was that dreadful pain? She remembered Frank and Lora... and then with 
a groan, she knew that it was only his finger inside her, widening her, 
stretching her, for the greater, crueler entry to come. OH NO, she sobbed, 
shaking her head into the sheet. If she hurt that much from his finger... 
his rockhard prick would tear her apart, split her in two!! Fresh sobs 
convulsed her as she trembled with fear. 

Vic himself had been surprised at the tightness of his wife's virginal 
asshole. Even his finger scouting in advance didn't seem to stretch it much, 
and he was getting angrier. Withdrawing his finger with a slight plop! he 
marshaled his strength, and he charged forward, his giant battering ram held 
poised for battle. With a mighty surge, he pressed on and the straining 
nether ring suddenly gave way before the tremendous pressure. The huge head 
popped inside with a sudden rush. 

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Jackie screamed, her pelvis bucking and tossing 
against her husband's tightly grasping fingers, the barbaric pain giving her 
new strength. Vainly, she twisted and cavorted, trying to escape the brutal 
invader, but Vic grinned lasciviously and drilled his mighty cock up her 
rectum, tearing harshly through the virginal membrane. 

Violent pain racked her body and convulsive sobs wrung piteously from her 
throat. She was hopelessly impaled. She bit into the bedspread, tears 
streaming down her face, maddened with pain. Vic clutched her hips in a 
bone-crushing grip, flexing his loins as he bored even deeper into her tight 
rectum. Inch by torturous inch, he heaved forward, raking the inner skin of 
her vainly resisting rectum with his granite-like prick, sending fresh 
searing agony through her tormented body. 

"Oh Vic, please stop, please stop, I can't stand it!" she sobbed. 

His only answer was a savage lunge, which buried every single inch of his 
monstrous cock into her soft, innocent flesh. 

"Nnnnnooooooo... !!" she screamed, tortured beyond belief. 

Hesitating just a moment, Vick's cock began its long journey out. Slowly, he 
pulled back the expanded rod, bringing further sobs of agony from his 
suffering wife. He withdrew his long pole until just the head was still 
imbedded in the tight passage. Then, once more, he rammed his lust-hardened 
rod into the abused passage, until its entire length was submerged. He began 
a slow sawing movement now as the distended passage eased a little and his 
sodomizing cock was the more easily able to continue its bestial rape. Vic 
looked down in satisfaction as his balls dangled below and his taut belly 
smacked hard against Jackie's throbbing ass. 

She kept up a steady moaning whine, her body a writhing mass of pain, and 
somehow in his drunken sadistic rage, her moaning added to his pleasure. His 
hands crawled over her back and buttocks, kneading and pinching her roughly 
and he began to drive his pelvis still deeper into her soft buttocks. He was 
sweating now and droplets of perspiration fell onto his wife's slim back. He 
began to pant and his breath came in short puffy gasps. His cock seemed to 
be inflating like a rubber tire and the sperm was building up in his 
dangling balls and would have to be emptied soon. 

The pain had eased now and Jackie tried to relax her torn rectum. The 
massive rod moved faster and faster and she felt his hands digging even more 
convulsively into her flesh, his loins pounding brutally against her numb 
buttocks and he began to utter strange crazy sounds, mingled with obscene 
insults. 

"I'm cumming now! Fucking bitch, move your ass! I'm 
cuuuummmmmiiiinnnnnggggg. Aaaaaahhhhh... " She felt the first waves of the 
white-hot liquid gushing into her tortured rectum, adding new agony, as it 
burned the rubbed raw rectal membrane. Her thighs and buttocks were swept 
aside in one last ass-crushing rush as Vic emptied the last of his thick 
burning semen into her wide stretched anal hole, and then fell forward over 
her back, pushing her face down on the bed. She lay there, sobbing, as his 
flaccid cock slipped out of the forever expanded back passage, wet with 
slippery trails of male sperm. 

* * * 

Hours later, Jackie sat alone in the darkened kitchen. Her still-shaking 
hand held a cigarette and she greedily gulped a scotch and soda. Her body 
ached from the cruel anal rape which had taken place a few hours before, but 
all her tears were dried up now. No, she thought bitterly, I'm beyond tears 
now, beyond feeling at all. 

Vic lay in a drunken satiated sleep in the bedroom, and Jackie vowed she 
wasn't going to sleep with him. In fact, she didn't even think she could 
face him again after what had happened and thoughts of packing and leaving 
him that night flickered quickly through her mind. But she was too exhausted 
and too weak to care; she'd sleep in the living room for tonight. The shame 
and degradation of her brutal rape made her face crimson as she sat there. 
What kind of a twisted monster had she married? What had happened to him to 
make him act like some prehistoric animal? Was it her fault? Mentally, she 
ran down the last few weeks in her mind. Certainly, she hadn't been a model 
wife, but then, he wasn't the ideal husband. And if a few petty quarrels, 
such as every married couple has, had this effect on him, he must be the 
victim of some dreadful debility. Where had they gone wrong? God knows, she 
thought resentfully, she'd tried her very best, preparing nice meals, 
keeping herself attractive. Why, she had even improved her techniques in 
bed. She knew she was responsive to him, even though her orgasm, Thank God, 
wasn't a coarse animal exhibition like Lora's. She knew that some men felt 
inadequate if their wives didn't have an orgasm-she'd read that in a sexual 
guidance book-but she was thankful that wasn't their problem. 

As the physical pain in her body faded, Jackie's mortification gave rise to 
a slow burning anger. An instinctive desire for revenge asserted itself and 
her mouth twisted in an ugly grin as she finished her drink. She wouldn't 
ever forget this night, and she would do her damnedest to make sure he 
didn't, either. In fact, he was going to pay dearly. Very dearly, for what 
he'd put her through! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Jackie was still asleep the next morning when the phone rang. For a moment 
she looked around dazedly not sure where she was, but gradually the living 
room furniture came into focus and she groggily reached for the telephone. 

"Hello," she said sleepily. 

"Oh hello, Jackie, did I wake you up?" 

It was Lora. 

"Yes, what time is it?" 

"It's 11:30, sleepyhead," Lora replied cheerfully. "Listen," she added, "why 
don't you come over for lunch? Frank will be here and you can get to know 
him better. He's a swell guy!" 

Jackie hesitated a moment. A vision of Frank's flabby buttocks with his 
loose hairy balls hanging obscenely rose up before her foggy brain. 

"I'm sorry, Lora... " she began. 

"Oh please do, Jackie," Lora begged winningly, "it'll be so much fun!" 

A slight twinge deep insider her reminded Jackie of the horrible forced 
submission to her husband and she found herself accepting Lora's eager 
invitation. She had to do something to take her mind off what had happened 
and who was she to throw stones at others now, with the maniacal husband she 
had? 

After solitarily drinking several cups of coffee, she applied her makeup 
carefully, as her eyes were still puffy from her crying jag. She was glad 
she hadn't seen Vic this morning-she still felt weak and defenseless and she 
wanted to be ready for him when she confronted him. It was another sunny 
day, and Jackie defiantly decided to wear her turquoise shorts outfit-short 
shorts and a matching halter top. She knew that the shorts were a very snug 
fit, but she didn't care. Let Frank look! It would be a change for her to 
get all the attention instead of Lora! She wore large round sunglasses and 
she felt very glamorous as she walked over to Lora's apartment. Judging from 
the wolf whistles, she thought wryly, I look glamorous too. Frank let her 
into the apartment. He had on a light polo shirt and summer slacks. His salt 
and pepper hair was neatly combed and he held a martini glass in his hand. 
His eyes wandered freely over Jackie's curvaceous outfit, coming to rest on 
the tempting area between her legs. Jackie started under his frank gaze, her 
courage rapidly leaving her, but he only said smoothly, "Hello Jackie. I'm 
glad you decided to come." 

Lora poked her head around the kitchen door as Jackie walked into the 
apartment. "We're having martini s," she called gaily, "want one?" 

"Yes, please," Jackie answered-a drink would help calm her nerves. 

Lora came in with a large pitcher and a glass and soon all three were 
sitting down comfortably sipping their drinks. 

"We were just discussing the Women's Liberation Movement," Lora said 
brightly, her cheeks glowing. "Frank says a woman's place is in the home. 
What do you think, Jackie?" 

"Well," Jackie began thoughtfully, "I really agree with the basic tenets of 
the movement, such as equal pay for women, equal job opportunities, more and 
better day care centers for children, but I'm afraid I have to draw the line 
at their hostility-to-men campaign." Jackie was a little surprised at her 
own answer. She was very interested in Feminine Liberation, and had read a 
lot about the progress of the various groups, but now, she wondered 
ruefully, thinking about the horror of last night, perhaps their 
hostile-to-men approach isn't so bad, after all!! 

"I agree with you completely, Jackie," Lora chimed in enthusiastically. "I 
think that some of the groups, like S.C.U.M. and W.I.T.C.H. carry it too 
far. They want to take over the whole world and run it without any male help 
at all! Can you imagine? " 

"What would they do with all the men?" Jackie laughed. "Seriously, though," 
she continued, "it seems as if the State, the Church, and certainly the mass 
media are all conspiring to keep us in a state of semi-inferiority!" 

"How do you mean, Jackie?" Frank asked. 

"Well," she replied, "the State established the distinction between jobs for 
male and female, classifying the higher-paid, more interesting and more 
responsible jobs for "Men Only"; the Church tells us to love, honor and 
obey, and the media foists "feminine" fripperies on us, such as makeup, lacy 
lingerie, etc., convincing us that we can't do without those things, just to 
put extra money in their pockets! I mean," she continued, "I don't think we 
should try to remake the world, but I don't think we should be forced to 
stay at home and be unpaid servants!" 

"But," Frank asked, "don't you think that you women are more suited to 
certain things? You're more intuitive, sensitive-you're innately 
creative-and only you women can actually bear the children. Your combined 
talents are better suited to homemaking!" 

"That may be," Jackie said, "but does our usefulness have to be limited to 
maternity and housewifery?" She gulped down the last of her drink and glared 
almost defiantly at Frank. 

"Oh no," he answered easily, "you gals are good for a lot more than that!" 

They all laughed then, and Jackie felt more relaxed than she had all day. 
She didn't know quite what to expect when Lora invited her for lunch, but 
she could see that this was just a friendly, sociable get-together. And 
having an intelligent conversation for a change made her feel good-Vic 
always made fun of her opinions-at least Frank had the decency to listen to 
what she had to say! 

After a while they all sat down to lunch, Lora served French Onion Soup and 
a delicious Greek salad. 

"This salad is absolutely wonderful, Lora," Jackie said. "Whatever is in 
it?" 

"Oh, various things, artichoke hearts, olives, hearts-of-palm, and lots of 
herbs." 

"What is that pale powdery stuff on the lettuce-it doesn't seem to have a 
taste!" Jackie asked, puzzled. 

"Oh that!" Lora laughed, "that's ginseng." 

"Ginseng?" 

"Yes, it's an Oriental root, used there for thousands of years. It's 
supposed to have many special powers." Both Lora and Frank laughed as if at 
a secret joke, and Jackie was even more puzzled, but she refrained from 
further questions. 

Afterwards, they had ice-cream liberally covered with coffee liqueur, and 
then Lora poured another round of martinis. 

Jackie felt light-headed as she giggled and flirted with Frank who seemed to 
be paying her a lot of attention. 

"I have to go to the store and get some groceries," Lora said hastily, "you 
two take it easy and I'll be back soon." She dashed off but not before she 
had left a fresh pitcher of martinis on the coffee table. 

When she was gone, Frank refilled Jackie's glass and his own, and they sat 
silently side by side sipping their drinks. Out of nowhere, a picture of 
Frank's huge, grotesquely-enlarged cock, as she had glimpsed it before it 
tore into Lora's vagina, appeared vividly before Jackie's eyes. Horrified, 
she stole a glance at Frank and involuntarily her eyes dropped to his groin, 
the bulge of which was discernible through his summer pants. 

"What's on your mind, Jackie?" Frank asked, a curious leering note in his 
voice. 

Jackie jumped. Had he seen her staring at him, at his crotch... had he read 
her mind? She forced herself to look directly into his eyes, and she shrank 
from the lust suddenly gleaming there. 

"Oh nothing," she stammered, averting her eyes quickly. In her confusion, 
she abruptly finished the rest of her drink. 

"You look serious," he said, "anything I can help you with? More Women's 
Lib?" 

Again, the awful image of his spasmodic figure as he had pumped his lewd 
load of male semen into Lora's upraised vagina swam before her eyes. What 
was wrong with her? Why was she thinking those filthy thoughts? One would 
think that after last night, she'd never think of a man that way again! 

"Are you okay?" Frank asked solicitously, squeezing her shoulder lightly. 
His touch electrified her. 

"Yes, I'm fine," she mumbled, although she felt dizzy and her thoughts were 
jumbled. 

"Here, lie back against the arm of the sofa," Frank suggested and guided her 
gently by the shoulder. Gratefully, she complied. 

"Now isn't that better?" Frank murmured, settling himself very close to her. 
Jackie lay back blissfully. It certainly was better. A fine cloud settled in 
her head, blotting out everything and she felt her whole body relax. 

Suddenly, she felt a hand massaging her thigh, kneading the pliant flesh. It 
felt so good. She knew it was wrong but the soft massaging relaxed her, 
soothed her frazzled nerves. She didn't want him to stop, she'd let him do 
it for just a minute longer. 

Her body stiffened as she felt him begin to stroke the cheeks of her 
buttocks through her shorts. She wanted to push his hand away-in fact, she 
thought she did push them away, but they were still there, kneading at her 
tender buttocks. She couldn't move. It was almost as if she was paralyzed. 
She tried to lift her hand but her numbed brain refused to send the message 
to her arm and it just lay there. She felt a finger insinuate itself up the 
edge of her shorts-it was reaching up, probing, searching. She squirmed as 
the tip slipped under the big band of her panties and found the narrow 
sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft 
pubic hair. An electric shock rippled along her legs as the foreign finger 
tangled playfully in her pubic mound. Forbidden sparks were erupting deep in 
the pit of her stomach and she squirmed back a little. What was she doing, 
letting this stranger paw at her, probe in her secret parts-a thing she 
barely tolerated her husband doing? Why was she powerless to stop him? Worse 
yet, why did she want him to continue? The martinis had dulled her 
resistance but what had awakened this unnatural desire? She wasn't attracted 
to this man, this stranger; only yesterday she had been disgusted with his 
wanton coupling with Lora! Now, she was actually encouraging this same man 
to caress and pet her! Was this the effect her husband's vile rape had on 
her-had it set off a primordial streak in her, changed her into God knew 
what? The finger played along the tender furrow, already moistened with 
desire and the nail scraped teasingly at the tiny bud of her clitoris, 
sending it springing into life. 

A warning voice from somewhere in the back of her mind warned her; this is 
wrong, stop now; stop it before it's too late. But she didn't stop it. She 
liked his finger on her naked genitals. The finger prodded at her viscous 
cuntal opening and then suddenly, without warning, plunged into the burning 
hole between her legs. 

"Mmmmmm," Jackie sighed, unconsciously pressing her desire-ridden mound 
towards the worming middle finger. She was past caring now-she didn't know 
whose finger it was and she didn't care; all that mattered was that the 
incredible fire that was building up as the teasing digit swirled around her 
moist pink cunt. A flush of heat was sweeping over her and she was hungrily 
grinding her pussy up onto the feverishly working finger. She knew her 
release was near; she wanted it; craved it. 

Frank looked down at her churning loins. "I've got the proud little bitch 
where I want her now," he chuckled to himself. A liberated woman, hah. With 
all her talk about equal pay and better jobs, all she wants is cock, she's 
just crazy for cock and nothing else matters. 

Just then, Lora came in. Jackie sat bolt upright. Her face was flushed and 
she desperately tried to hide from Lora's view the finger that was still 
hooked into her shorts. The burning in her groin was a raging fire now, and 
tears of frustration came to her eyes. She fought to quell it by pressing 
her loins tight down into the soft sofa, but her body fought back in anger 
over its thwarted orgasm. 

"Hi there," Lora said. "You two having a good time?" 

She must see, she must notice, Jackie thought, and yet she's acting as if 
nothing is unusual! 

"Yes, we're really getting to know each other," Frank answered. "I've 
discovered that Jackie is just dying to have a big cock stuffed up her 
pussy!" 

Jackie gasped. Her face turned scarlet, and she instinctively hunched over, 
trying to hide her shame. But Lora just laughed: "Is that so, honey? Well, 
Frank has a real good one!" 

Shame and mortification flooded through her. But what could she say? She had 
acted like a shameless hussy, hardly raising any resistance when Frank had 
started touching her down there. What else was he to think? And then to egg 
him on, she had churned around like that! 

"I have an idea!" Frank called suddenly, finally releasing his finger from 
Jackie's shorts. "Let's all three of us go in the bedroom!" 

"Great idea!" Lora answered. "C'mon, Jackie," she said, pulling at her 
friend's arm, "let's go get ready for Frankie." 

Once again, Jackie was powerless-she could only go with Lora into the 
bedroom. Frank followed, closing the bedroom door. He seated himself heavily 
in the chair, folding his hands complacently over his stomach. 

Immediately, Lora unzipped the bright yellow dress she was wearing and 
stepped agilely out of it. With a flick of her fingers, she undid her bra 
and her firm full breasts swung into freedom. The turgid nipples were fully 
erect, and Lora boldly cupped the quivering mounds in her hands.. She was 
wearing high heels, stockings, a garter belt and lacy wispy panties. 

Slowly, she drew the flimsy panties down her luscious body and discarded 
them at her feet. Then she raised her hands over her head, releasing her 
long black hair to let it cascade down over her shoulders. Frank whistled 
appreciatively and even Jackie had to admit that Lora was 
gorgeous-positively the loveliest thing Jackie had ever seen. With a sudden 
move, Lora unbuttoned the back of Jackie's halter and quickly slipped the 
brief garment off the surprised girl. Before Jackie had time to protest, 
Lora unzipped the short-shorts and to her horror, began to slide them down 
over her hips until they lay in a heap on the floor. Jackie stood there, 
stock-still, in her brief, still wet between the legs, panties. She couldn't 
move, this couldn't be happening to her... 

"Come on, Jackie," chirped Lora, "Let's see what you've got under those 
flimsy little things." 

"No... no!" Jackie whimpered, backing away. Frank jumped up and both he and 
Lora advanced on the terrified girl. Taking her by an arm each, they pulled 
her over to the bed, pushing her down. They roughly ripped off the last 
barrier to her womanhood. She lay there, staring almost unbelieving up at 
the two figures but could make no move to resist. Frank began to undress. 
Jackie was unable to take her eyes off the huge bloated penis that stuck out 
from the reddish tufts of hair. God! It was even bigger than she had 
thought. Even bigger than Vic's. The purplish head seemed to throb and she 
shuddered at the thought of it burrowing into her soft secret vagina. 

"Like it?" Frank rasped, his own eyes fixated on the dark silken triangle 
between her legs. 

"It's for you, baby," he crooned, "all for you. I'm going to fuck you, 
honey, fuck you reeeeeal good!" 

His lewd words excited her, and seemed to awaken the intensity of her 
still-lurking orgasm. Yes, yes, she wanted that monster inside her, just as 
she had wanted his finger. She wanted to feel the fleshy fullness of it 
crammed into her pussy, jabbing at her womb. She wanted it, just like Lora 
got it. She wanted what Lora got. Vic-her husband's name suddenly came to 
mind. What if he found out? He'd-he'd kill her! From the back of her mind 
came the suggestive thought-maybe this was the way to pay him back-to punish 
him for the degradation he had heaped on her. A malicious grin contorted her 
face. 

Frank smacked his lips as he noticed her eyes fixed avidly on his 
protuberance and her twisted grin. With a snarl, he dove on to the bed, and 
in one swift movement, grabbed Jackie and hoisted her on top of him. His 
frenzied hands dug at her breasts which hung temptingly down as she settled 
her legs, one on either side of him. Again a quiver of fear coursed through 
her as she noted the monstrous proportions of huge pole. Grabbing her by the 
waist, he lifted her clean up off his body and held her poised over him as 
easily as if she was a toy. Instinctively, Jackie reached down and spread 
the hair-lined lips that guarded the petal-like cuntal opening. 

"Good girl," Frank smiled savagely. 

Slowly, he lowered her down until her tender pink vaginal hole was directly 
poised over the bulbous head. Jackie winced at the first contact of flesh on 
flesh and Frank held her there till her soft delicate cuntal skin had 
adjusted to the rock-hard tip of his prick. He released her waist and Jackie 
knew that the time had come. She bore down a fraction of an inch and 
squirmed from the contact... the huge head had already begun to pull at the 
tender ragged skin. How could she do it? But Frank thrust his loins up at 
her, and before she could pull away, the head surged up. 

Oh my God, it was in! 

With a gasp of pain, she felt the outer skin of her vagina settle just below 
the giant head. Then, as if she were another person, slowly inching her way 
down, she began to swallow in her depths more and more of the incredible 
length. When her insides felt as though they were completely filled, she 
looked down. Good God! Only half of that mammoth rod was inside her! She 
could never get the rest in! It was just too big! Again, Frank gripped her 
by the waist, and forcefully slammed her pelvis down onto his enormous 
shaft. 

"AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Jackie screamed from her very depths of her chest. 

"Nnnnnnnooooooo stop it... you're killing me... noooooo ..!" she begged. She 
fought wildly to escape but Frank held her in a viselike grip. There was no 
escape. Miraculously, after a moment, the excruciating pain began to 
subside, and Jackie felt herself being lifted up again. She stopped until 
just the head was encased in her vagina, and then once more, Frank slammed 
her body down. This time the pain was not nearly so bad, although she felt 
an awakening painful twinge in her back passage-a grim reminder of 
yesterday's rape by her own husband. And then, as though goaded on by the 
memory, she began a slow up and down rhythm. It was alive inside her! The 
hard pliant head was deep in her belly pressed hard up against her cervix, 
the ridged length of it tickling the membrane of her vaginal channel and his 
wiry pubic hair grazed against her sensitive pussy lips. A fiery tingling 
had started deep in her womb and seeped relentlessly to every part of her 
body. 

"Oooooohhhhh" she chanted as her yo-yoing up and down on the lust-greased 
pole took on a heathen rhythm of its own. This was what she wanted. This was 
what she needed. How could she have ever existed without this huge meaty 
cock rummaging deeply in her womb? Her pent-up desires were released; her 
husband's emotional neglect of her had made her yearn for relief and that 
relief was forthcoming. Her hands dug frantically into Frank's fleshy 
buttocks as she strove to get every last inch-to bury even more of him in 
the hot pulsating cavern between her legs. God! She'd never felt like this 
before. In all her lovemaking with her husband, she had never approached 
this crescendo of feeling. She had never known it existed. Now she knew why 
Lora and Frank had writhed so passionately on the floor yesterday; she 
herself was contorted with lust; her body was rocking wildly in a mad 
lascivious dance. And it felt good... so good. 

Frank's body shook uncontrollably as he flexed his loins and pushed deeply 
into Jackie's cunt. He had no idea she'd be this hot-that she'd be so good. 
This was beyond his wildest dreams. After the frigid smile she'd given him 
yesterday, prim in her green sundress, he was determined to make her knuckle 
under, to see her prissy little cunt working up and down his cock, and 
loving it! His attention was distracted by a movement on the bed. His vision 
was blocked out and then his face felt warm and moist. It was Lora! Her 
soft, palpitating pussy was pressed deep over his lips and her hands were 
tangled in his hair. Her sweet female odor overpowered him and he wormed his 
tongue up teasingly between the fleshy hair lined folds. 

He heard her gasp excitedly, and then she screwed her naked genitals down 
harder on his face. Her vagina contracted, opening and closing expertly 
around his tickling tongue. He lashed his tongue furiously around her 
clitoris and cunt, and she went wild with frenzy. Her cunt flowered open, 
and he sucked voraciously at the ragged edges, lapping greedily at her 
flowing vaginal secretions. He could feel her muscle hollow and contract 
around his nose and mouth and he plunged his tongue deeper up into her cunt. 
Maddened by the tantalizing female odor between her legs he licked savagely 
at the softly throbbing cunt lips and bit viciously at her erectile 
clitoris. He pulled and tugged at the sensual button, wringing guttural 
moans from her lips. Her soft, slightly perspiring thighs gripped his face 
cruelly between them and she rubbed her sex-crazed crotch against his 
drenched mouth, and his probing tongue, slashing mercilessly, was buried 
even deeper in her tormented vagina. 

Jackie being fucked below was now uncontrollable. Her whole body twitched 
and writhed and she groaned with desire as the deliciously-punishing 
instrument sunk deeper within her, again and again. She was approaching 
orgasm, and her body was not her own-it was a wild animal, thinking only of 
itself. 

A cat-like wail startled her and she opened her eyes to see Lora's twisting 
contorted body, astride Frank's face, riding him like some savage Indian 
maiden of yore. 

The lewd spectacle excited her. No vestige of her hitherto offended sense of 
decency at such a lustful act remained in her head-she just gaped at the 
lascivious sight, hypnotized by Lora's crazily churning pussy, egged on by 
the wet, obscene sounds that Frank's tongue made as it slavered up between 
her friends widespread thighs. Sweat was pouring from Jackie's body now and 
her smooth rippling buttocks began a deep spasmodic grind. A low groan 
started to erupt from her throat and she was there!! 

"YEEEEESSSSSSS... !!!" she screamed, her crotch mashing down demon-like on 
Frank's cock, demanding, devouring, just as he began spewing his hot sticky 
sperm deep up into her churning vaginal canal. His loins bucked up against 
hers, and animalistic mewls came from his covered mouth. A deep sob rented 
the air. Jackie, her body still twitching and her lust dimmed eyes 
half-closed, could see Lora, jerking like a jack-in-the-box, tearing wildly 
at Frank's hair as he wrenched a soul-shattering orgasm from her 
tongue-lashed pussy. The three satiated bodies collapsed in a drooling, 
sweaty, disorderly heap, their titillated nerve-endings still twitching. 

As the last orgasmic twitches subsided, sanity returned to Jackie. And with 
it came self-loathing and self-disgust. Caught up as she had been in a 
whirlwind of lustful desire, shame, guilt and fear had been whipped away on 
the winds of forgetfulness. Now in the calm of rationality, the enormity of 
what she had done dawned on her. She was no better than Lora-no better than 
a whore. She had been unable to control her wild carnal feelings and she had 
betrayed her husband! Tears of remorse stung her eyes. She still loved Vic, 
in spite of what he had done. How could she face him? Now she was the 
depraved one, the guilty, unfaithful partner. 

Her eyes swam as she slipped away from the dozing bodies of Frank and Lora. 
Blindly, she groped around until she had found her clothes. A thin web of 
his semen was trickling down the inside of her thigh and she stared at it in 
loathing. Dashing into the bathroom, she scrubbed at the offending leg until 
it was raw and sore. She splashed cold water over her face and dressed. 
Then, without a glance at her friends, she let herself out of the apartment. 
She ran down the street towards her apartment, mindless of the curious 
stares of the passersby, conscious only of her feelings of self-hate and 
worthlessness. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The bright sunlight streaming into the bedroom woke Jackie the next morning. 
Glancing sleepily at the clock, she saw that it was already nine o'clock. 
With a sinking feeling, she knew Vic hadn't come home that night. Where was 
he? She had waited for him, hour after hour; it must have been well after 
2:00 a.m. when she finally dropped off to sleep. Why didn't he come home? 
Did he know-had he found out about her infidelity yesterday? Jackie hid her 
face in the pillow trying to turn back the clock! If only she hadn't been so 
nasty to Vic that night when he came home, he wouldn't have raped her so 
cruelly! If only he hadn't raped her, she'd never, never have consented to 
that horrible menage-a-trois! Yes, she might as well face it. That's what-it 
was. Just what certain French movies were about, and she had done it, 
participated in it! But the minutes ticked slowly on, not back, and Jackie 
finally dragged her body out of bed. 

She wasn't hungry at all but she forced herself to drink a cup of coffee. 
Suppose, she thought, as she sat at the kitchen table, suppose Vic had tried 
to call her yesterday, when she was out making love with another man! The 
cruel supposition kept jabbing at her until she felt that everywhere in the 
apartment, accusing fingers were pointing at her. 

She had to get outside! Hurriedly dressing, she dashed out into the bright 
sunlight. She wore her sunglasses but this time, not to make herself 
glamorous-but to hide her guilt from the world. 

There were lots of people walking about-busy mothers with gaily frolicking 
children, cheerful teenagers joking and laughing, tradesmen bustling to and 
fro-everyone was happy, Jackie thought miserably, except her. I bet none of 
these women, she reflected bitterly, have been unfaithful to their husbands! 
I was one like them too, but now, I'm one of the women they'd want to run 
out of the neighborhood! It seemed to her that she walked for miles. Up and 
down tree-lined streets, past crowded supermarkets, down the busy main 
thoroughfare. Once, scared, she realized that she was walking in a strange, 
unfamiliar neighborhood and she had to ask someone for directions back to 
Roland Avenue. Once again, she found herself on the street where Lora lived 
and her feet almost hypnotically led her to Lora's apartment. She stood for 
a long moment, staring up at the second floor. She had sworn she'd never go 
back there, but the need for compassionate understanding and a friendly word 
was foremost in her mind. Once more, she pressed the bell. 

When she opened the door, it was obvious that Lora was dressed to go out She 
had her new wet-look suit on and her face was carefully made up. 

"Oh Jackie-Am I glad to see you!" she said hurriedly. 

"I won't keep you," Jackie replied, "if you're going out." 

"Come in, come in," Lora said effusively. 

Jackie felt shy. She didn't know what she was doing here-she wanted to 
leave. She was ashamed to look Lora in the eye, after their shameful 
behavior with Frank yesterday. 

"Jackie, will you do me an enormous favor, please," Lora asked in her 
appealing way. 

Jackie had to laugh. "Okay, I'll try; what is it?" 

"Oh, you're an angel," Lora squealed, clapping her hands. "I've met this 
absolutely fabulous hunk of man-Gerry is his name-and I have a date with him 
at noon. Only Frank called after I'd set the date with Gerry and said he'd 
be over. I didn't have a chance to tell him I was busy already, so would you 
please, please just wait here and tell him I had to leave? I couldn't reach 
him at home by phone." 

Jackie blanched. She'd be willing to do almost anything for Lora, but she 
couldn't, she just couldn't face Frank again. 

"Oh Lora, I can't!" she cried, "after yesterday, I don't... 

"Oh Jackie," Lora cried, crocodile tears in her eyes. "You said you'd do it! 
And this might be my big chance. I think... I think Gerry's the one!" she 
breathed. "If I don't show up today, I'll never see him again!" A tear 
trickled down her face. 

Jackie melted. After all, she'd only see Frank for a minute, and then she'd 
leave. Besides, she'd never forgive herself if she made Lora miss a chance 
at happiness. All the poor girl wanted was a man of her own to love and 
cling to! 

"Okay!" Jackie said. 

Lora threw her arms around Jackie's neck. 

"Oh thank you!" she said happily, and in a whisper, "You'll be my 
bridesmaid!!" 

I'm glad I stopped by, Jackie thought to herself after Lora left. Even 
though I only saw her for a minute, Lora really cheered me up. She wandered 
through the apartment, stopping in the kitchen. A strange spice jar, sitting 
on the formica counter top, caught her eye. Curiously, she picked it up. 

"Ginseng" the label read. "For additional virility, shake liberally over 
soups, salads, etc. shortly before desired." 

Jackie gasped. She remembered Lora and Frank's secret joke, her own strange 
uncontrollable desire for him. So this was what caused it! She was strangely 
relieved that her unnatural lust was caused by a strange drug, rather than 
by depravity in herself. She was so relieved that she forgot to be angry 
with Lora for sprinkling it on the salad. She was almost happy again when 
Frank came into the apartment. It hadn't occurred to Jackie that he'd have a 
key, but when she'd thought about it, in the new clarity with which she 
viewed Lora, she wasn't surprised. He looked surprised, however, to see her. 

"Hullo Jackie, where's Lora?" 

"She had to go out urgently, Frank," she answered lightly. "She asked me to 
stay and let you know. It was unavoidable-she couldn't get in touch with 
you!" 

"So you're to take her place, huh?" 

Jackie started. Panic gripped her insides and must have shown on her face, 
because Frank laughed and said: "Relax, I was only kidding!" 

She laughed then too and Frank added: "How about if I make us a drink?" 
Jackie was on the point of refusing, remembering yesterday, but then, also 
remembering the ginseng and her ensuing artificially-aroused desire, thought 
oh why not, one drink never did anyone any harm. 

Frank mixed a batch of gin and bitters and they sat in the comfortable 
living room, sipping the cool drinks. 

The drink must have loosened her tongue, for she found herself confiding in 
Frank, telling him about her troubles with Vic. She explained how she felt 
stunted, unfinished, how she wished she had an interesting job, a 
preoccupying hobby or something to arouse her out of the mental turpitude 
she was in. "And," she heard herself saying boldly, "that mental 
sluggishness has an affect on my body, too. I'm physically lethargic, too, 
stagnant in my responses, unwilling to change." 

"You didn't seem very stagnant to me yesterday," Frank said, looking 
quizzically at her. 

"Oh, that was the first time-the very first time-" she stopped suddenly. 
What was she saying? Telling him about her body, her lovemaking! What had 
come over her? What would he think of her? 

As if in answer to her unspoken question, Frank said, "You know, Jackie, 
you're a very lovely girl. I could really go for you in a big way!" 

His unwarranted praise thrilled her. It was so long since she'd felt a man's 
appreciation. 

"I like you too, Frank," she said awkwardly, and she meant it. She was 
beginning to like this older man who was at first so repulsive to her. She 
began to admire his craggy, indented face, reading mystery and strength into 
the deeply etched lines. She liked his body, hulking though it was-its very 
bulk attracted her. Even the memory of his... penis, as large as it was, 
hypnotized and attracted her in a lewd way. 

Thinking again of its rangy length, its enormous proportions as it had 
jammed into her drug hungry vagina yesterday, she shivered slightly. 
Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed her tightly. He smashed his lips down 
on hers, bruising them in a tight passionate kiss. Jackie struggled feebly 
and briefly and then relaxed in his bear-like embrace. His kiss sent little 
shivers running up and down her spine and she felt her body quiver as his 
hands moved down over her soft round buttocks. She knew she shouldn't be 
doing this, lying here with this man's hands roaming at will over her, his 
mouth clenched on hers, but she felt so protected so good; it didn't really 
seem wrong. And she couldn't, wouldn't move. If he tried anything more, 
she'd stop him, but this was all right, this didn't count. 

Her body strained with his hands as they coursed over her. Jackie didn't 
know what to think as she lay cradled in Frank's arms. She knew she should 
hate him, after yesterday, hate him violently, but she didn't hate him at 
all, that was the funny thing, she didn't hate him at all! 

Frank's hand slipped down the front of her summer shirt and slid into her 
bra, cupping her entire breast in his large hand. Her breast stiffened and 
she gasped softly as he rolled the awakening nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger, making it jump to full attention. He pulled at the hardened tit, 
caressing the wrinkled passionate aureola, sending ripples of desire surging 
through her body. 

She must stop him now, she must-she tried to think of Vic, her marriage, her 
moral integrity, but just then, Frank burrowed his tongue deep into her 
mouth, slipping past her teeth and entwined it with hers. Her arm reached up 
and circled his neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers, greedily sucking 
his tongue into her mouth. She knew what her acquiescence to his passionate 
kiss would lead to, but she was incapable of pulling away from him, this man 
she had loathed! His tongue sawed mercilessly in and out in a savage oral 
fucking, and his bristly skin dug painfully into her soft peach face. Deeper 
and deeper his thick wet tongue swirled, and tiny kitten-like mewls of 
pleasure gurgled in her throat. He kneaded her breast savagely as if it were 
a piece of baker's dough and his other arm held her in a tight unyielding 
grip. 

Then his hand was on her knee. It hesitated there for a moment before 
crawling insect-like up to the fullness of her thigh, pushing the hem of her 
dress up with it. Higher and higher it went until the fingers touched the 
tight crotch band of her panties. Waves of indecent pleasure washed away her 
desire to resist. His hand snaked under the elastic leg band and his whole 
hand was inside her panties! Boldly, he cupped her throbbing pubic mound in 
his palm, pushing and squeezing at it, twisting his fingers through the soft 
brown curls. Incredibly, she pushed her quivering mound up to press harder 
into his grasping palm. It felt so good as his middle finger poked 
tentatively at the top of her moistening slit. Then the finger parted the 
soft resilient curls of her pubic hair and wormed into the velvet folds of 
her pussy, probing at the lubricated softness of her hidden crevices. She 
squirmed against the rummaging finger. It poked into the damp walls of her 
burning cunt, twitching now with desire, and instinctively, she spread her 
legs slightly to allow his roaming digit greater access. It jabbed around, 
widening the quivering hole, sliding easily along the smooth contracting 
inner walls. Withdrawing his finger with a wet sluicing sound, the searching 
tip now stroked the fleshy outer lips, tearing at the sparse hairs and came 
to rest on the hardened button of her clitoris. She sighed softly as he 
teased the rigid throbbing point in time to the teasing swirling of his 
fleshy tongue in her mouth. The wet moist contact of finger and clit down 
below and the sensual tongue-to-tongue duel above awoke untamed animal 
desire in Jackie and her whole body undulated from rapturous desires. 

Now Frank's voice was breathing in her ear, "I want to fuck you, baby, I 
want to fuck you again like I did yesterday... 

Her nubile pussy writhed under his expert touch and her whole body vibrated, 
announcing unbridled arousal. In a voice she hardly recognized as her own, 
she rasped, "Oh yes, Frank... fuck me, fuck me, like you did yesterday, like 
you did Lora, do it to me again Frank darling... " 

Feverishly, his fingers began to unzip her dress and moaning with desire, 
she lifted herself up to help him ease off the cotton garment. Hurriedly, 
she tore off her bra, and her lust-maddened breasts jumped joyfully in their 
new freedom. Her nipples were red and tautly erected, and goose bumps 
covered the whole of the white fleshy orbs. She cried out protestingly as 
Frank withdrew his finger from her throbbing cunt, as he slid the 
moisture-drenched panties down over her softly perspiring thighs, revealing 
her glistening pubic mound to his salacious view. For a moment, he stared at 
her tremoring body. A thin rivulet of perspiration ran down the deep cleft 
of her melon-like breasts and the thin line of hairs from her navel to her 
pubis glistened. Her soft pubic triangle was churning softly and her 
widespread legs afforded a view of her moist pink slit nestled teasingly 
down between her thighs. His cock was throbbing intensely and a sticky drool 
of semen had stained his pants. Hurriedly, he ripped off his clothes, 
releasing his aching cock. Dimly, Jackie saw its huge size, but this time 
instead of being repulsed by its grossness, her dazed mind was dwelling on 
the delicious sensations she knew it would bring to her desire-wracked body. 
Then Frank was bending over her, and his red-hot tongue was showering 
frenzied kisses on her breasts, licking away the perspiration in the ivory 
valley, slavering down to her tiny navel, where it poked obscenely at the 
minute hole and trailing warm wet kisses down to the softness of her pubic 
curls. She was vaguely aware of him gently prying her thighs apart, and she 
shivered under the gaze she knew he was fixing on her exposed genitals. 
Repulsion against what she knew was coming fought for the upper hand, but 
her pulsating pussy, with a mind of its own, begged for, and won attention 
in any form. A stranger's voice, surely not her own, coarsely demanded, 
"Lick me, suck me Frank, suck my cunt, eat me----She didn't, she couldn't 
have uttered the words, but she wanted it to happen anyway, she wanted Frank 
to suck her, to make her cum that way! She had to have it! 

Gently, Frank's thumbs teasingly parted the swollen vaginal lips and exposed 
the whole length of her steaming pink slit to his voracious gaze. Greedily, 
he drank in the enticing sight and then slowly lowered his head between her 
quivering thighs. Jackie's body lurched convulsively as Frank's tongue 
descended on her sensitive cunt. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed as he tongued the lust-moistened folds of her pussy. 
It darted exploratorily into the hidden recesses of her. naked cunt, sucking 
and drawing out her nectar-like juices. It found the tiny sensitive button 
and pulled at it, tweaking it into erection. 

Jackie moaned under the sharp nips that Frank's teeth were raining on the 
throbbing bud. Her head flayed from side to side and Frank played his 
ceaselessly working tongue up and down her churning vaginal split. He found 
the soft delicate skin surrounding the petal-like opening and gently 
titillated the sensuous membrane before suddenly plunging his tongue into 
the white-hot opening. Her body plunged around as he orally fucked her, 
savagely swirling his hard wet tongue around in her clasping hole. Jackie 
jerked and twisted beneath the insanely licking tongue until she thought 
she'd go mad. Her thighs rose up and clamped tight against his head, and her 
hands tangled in his hair and pulled his head down even further into her 
desire-maddened loins. She began to grind upwards, trying to rake every bit 
of her cuntal surface against the delicious instrument of pleasure, and her 
thighs opened and closed scissors-like in time to her earthy grinds. Her 
face was twisted with lust, thrown back, and her wide-open mouth uttered 
obscene encouragement to the living organ that was working on her 
lust-crazed pussy. Her eyes were half-closed and a rosy flush spread over 
her contorted face. Her feet, wrapped around Frank's neck, held him in a 
death-like grip from which there was no escape. Frank withdrew his swirling 
tongue and looked up between her full rounded breasts with glee at her 
abandoned wantonness before returning once more to his arduous task. Her 
pubic curls were damp and matted, and foamy saliva frothed around the fleshy 
hair-lined lips. Her cunt opened and closed around his tongue, trying to 
draw it even further in to its steaming passage, until he thought it would 
be ripped out from the roots. He felt her contractions become more 
spasmodic, more demanding and he knew that she was on the verge... she 
couldn't hold out any longer. She was jerking up off the bed now, raising 
his head in her lust-driven strength. Everything was wiped from the slate of 
her mind, every whisper of the doubts that had haunted her, duty, honor, 
fidelity to her husband. And nothing remained now but the driving careening 
motor of her orgasm which was accelerating, now out of control as it finally 
crested... She was cumming! 

Arms and legs akimbo, she ground her loins up to Frank's secretion-drenched 
face and she was shrieking, squealing like a stuck pig, as orgasm after 
orgasm flooded over her. Wave after wave of intense passion gathered her up 
as if she were driftwood and swept her along in their wake to send her 
crashing on the beach of her lust. At long last, the cumming was over and 
she lay obscenely spread on the sofa, her mouth still gaping as her redolent 
juices mixed with saliva streamed down her soft thighs and darkened the 
plush crushed velvet of the sofa. 

Lying there in the wonderful afterglow of the pleasure she had denied 
herself for so long, she was aware of Frank hovering over her again, his 
neglected cock dangling in expectation. A lewd grin contorted his face and 
he was leering unashamedly. She seemed to sense what was on his mind because 
she reached up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck. 

"Fuck me now," she whispered hoarsely, "fuck me now, Frank... " The crude 
words coming from her puritanical young mouth sent his already huge cock 
leaping into even greater proportions and he joyfully lowered his ponderous 
bulk over her as she lay in complete surrender. 

Christ, she really wallowed in that little game, Frank thought, satisfaction 
fighting with lust for control of his visage, now let's see how she goes 
with the next little item! 

It had given him a sense of importance and power to see her writhing so 
unashamedly under his tonguing ministrations-to see her proud young body 
begging for the release that was in his power to give. Now the depths she 
had sunk to, to utter such filthy pleading words sent new satisfaction 
soaring through him-as he breathed hotly down at her. Her glazed eyes stared 
vacantly up at him and already she was mouthing little mewls of pleasure. He 
ran his hands along the smooth alabaster flesh of her perfect body, stopping 
to squeeze the full firm breasts that proudly thrust up at him. Lowering his 
head, he savagely bit at her left orb, leaving a reddening patch of teeth 
marks. An agonized cry wrung from Jackie's lips. That would show the bitch 
who's master here, he thought cruelly, his lips curled in ugly brutality. 
Jackie was suddenly afraid now... not afraid that he'd hurt her, but afraid 
that he'd change his mind and decided not to cram his granite-hard cock up 
her cunt. And she wanted it! Lord, how she wanted it. She didn't know what 
she'd do if he stopped-she was afraid she might dash out on the street and 
beg the first man that passed by, whether old or young, cripple or whole, to 
fuck her till she couldn't walk-she wanted it that bad. She strained her 
entire body up against him, begging him silently to fuck her. She pressed 
her swollen breasts against his sandpapery chest and ground her naked loins 
against his so that their pubic hairs, damp from exertion, tangled in a 
matted jumble of red and brown. She mashed her aching pussy up against his 
pubic bone, hoping to relieve some of the gnawing that was growing there. 
And then, suddenly, she could stand it no longer. Snaking out her legs and 
wrapping them fiercely around him, she clung to him and shrieked, "Fuck me 
now, oh pleeeeeeease fuck me now... " 

Frank smirked cruelly down at her. God, he had her right where he wanted her 
now. She was dying for it, just like he'd told Lora, and by God, when she'd 
got it, she'd never forget it, as long as she lived. 

Catching her by the ankles, he brutally drew her legs up, draping them up 
over his shoulders so that the whole untrammeled plane of her crotch was 
visible to his eye, naked and unprotected. He avidly eyed the enticing 
scene. He could see the ragged edges of her cunt-hole, opening and closing, 
trying to grasp at anything that would enter. The tip of her clitoris 
glistened through the damp outer hairs and a musky female odor of hungering 
sex wafted up at him from her crazed loins. Her whole pussy was jerking 
gently, and her thighs tightened around his neck. Her cunt was still moist 
from her tumultuous orgasm and it was ripe and ready for his onslaught. 
Lowering her kicking legs from his neck, he spread the moist pink flanges of 
her cunt and exposed the star-like opening even more. The hardened clitoris 
seemed to be throbbing and the fleshy outer lips were swollen in their 
intensity. 

"Do you want my cock in your pussy?" he teased mercilessly. 

"Oh yes," Jackie mumbled, "yes, please, oh I want it, Frank." 

"Then put it in," he snapped. 

Eagerly, she reached down groping blindly for-the giant instrument. Wrapping 
her fingers around its thick width, she guided it towards her waiting hole. 
She placed the gargantuan head at the moist opening and then strained to 
push her pelvis down on her prize. Cruelly, Frank held her suspended there, 
unable to move, her cunt a hair's breadth away from the top of his huge rod. 

Frustrated, her face red with exertion, she fought to voluntarily skewer 
herself on his enormous shaft. Finally, she felt the hard flesh of his penis 
push at her tender skin, teasing it, barely grazing the throbbing flesh. 
Little cries of anger escaped her lips, and she pounded her fists on his 
back in a wild staccato, and dug her heels into his broad back, infuriated 
beyond control at his sadistic withholding of his prick. She reached her 
hand down again and searching until she found the hugeness of his testicles 
hanging between his legs, she began pumping and kneading the pulsing balls, 
sending electric chills coursing up and down his back. God, he thought, the 
bitch has gone mad. She's crazy. The maniacal pumping of her hand on his 
tortured balls enflamed him and he rammed forward, sinking his lust-inflated 
cock all the way to the hilt in her hungrily sucking pussy. The smooth 
rubbery head hit hard against her tender cervix, rocking her whole pelvic 
region and she had to gulp back the sobs from the shooting pain. She was 
sure he'd ram right through, up to her throat, his member seemed so endless. 
Still she continued her frantic milking of his balls, sending him into wild 
spasms of desirous twitches. Slowly, he began to withdraw the menacing rod, 
alleviating the pain a little, only to plunge it in once more to the hilt. 
Gradually, the pain cleared and the sinewy walls of her hungry cunt clasped 
wildly at the sawing instrument. Now something else was replacing the 
pain-sheer, raw lust-pure animal desire. As the huge cudgel plowed into her, 
she could feel its every ridge and the throb of her internal muscles only 
served to incite it into greater inflation. Frank began a slow rhythmic 
pumping into her, driving his cock deep into her until his balls, finally 
released from her incredible kneading, smacked hard against the widespread 
crevice of her buttocks, where the wiry hairs tickled the tender flesh. He 
slowly pulled the long shaft out, until just the head was inside her 
clinging pink flesh. She shoved her crotch up to meet his downward thrusts, 
levering them both up off the bed, every muscle and cord in her entire body 
straining with the pressure. Her arms were locked around his neck and her 
tongue darted out and coated her cracked, parched lips with her saliva. Her 
nostrils flared like a sniffing beast and she opened and closed her eyes in 
a mindless daze. A great fiery ball of aching hunger was gathering force 
inside her womb. It sent out tongues of flame shooting up through her taut 
stomach to her heaving breasts, rippling out to her hardened nipples. The 
flaming tongues of fire ran down to her cunt, darting here and there, 
coaxing her tender nether lips into swollen fleshy sensuality. The 
uncontrollable flames spread to her legs, her thighs, even to her toes which 
curled against Frank's shoulders. Frank was breathing heavily now. Still, he 
labored on, driving his huge prick far, far up in her contracting depths and 
slowly easing it out, watching the cuntal skin cling for dear life as it 
withdrew, unwilling to let the giant shaft go, even for a moment. His balls 
were aching with the seething sperm which the young wife had churned to a 
volcano, and they demanded to be spewed out of darkness, and he knew he 
couldn't hold out much longer. 

The great fireball in Jackie was snowballing now, increasing in intensity, 
sweeping her very soul along into a headlong rush down the snowy mountain. 
Down, down, it plummeted and suddenly, it hit bottom. 

A thousand tiny splinters of multi-faceted snowflakes exploded in Jackie's 
body and showered over her, like a crystalline exploding fireworks, their 
icy edges raising hundreds of goose bumps on her rippling skin. Her arms and 
legs jerked spasmodically and a flush enveloped her after her icy plunge, as 
she felt Frank's scalding liquid pistoning into her, shooting far up into 
her belly. Animalistic rutting grunts erupted deep in his throat as jet 
after jet of the sticky seed spurted into her, until, finally, his wildly 
gushing member was empty, drained of all he had to give, and tired and worn 
now, it slipped into flaccidity, falling away from her streaming cunt, 
trailing cottony threads of cum with it. 

Dreamily, Jackie sighed. "Oh Frank, that was so good, darling... " She had 
never in her life felt anything so good, and she wondered if she would ever 
again. She slipped into an easy sleep, her mind clear of guilt, her sleeping 
thoughts drifting happily on Frank and the magic key he possessed that 
unlocked her secret responses. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Frank Lambertino was angry. He had just left the Avenue and had found out 
that once again, the Moroni Family had been badmouthing him. He'd have to 
put an end to them, once and for all, he thought. They were crossing him 
just too much lately, and he mentally decided that just one more provocation 
and he'd give his boys the go ahead. Now, as he drove toward Gail's place, 
his thoughts turned toward his "investment", the three-story building on St. 
Paul. He hoped she'd have something to show him for the past week. Takings 
were bad these days, with the recession and all, not to mention the 
increasing freedom that was rampant among the general populace. 

The only bright spot on his dim horizon was Jackie. He was proud of having 
seduced her, he revelled in her complete subjugation to him. Memories of 
yesterday's torrid afternoon, were warm in his head and he chuckled softly, 
in spite of his irritation. They don't call me "Pretty Boy" Lambert in o for 
nothing, he thought, his spirits lifting. 

He let himself in by the back way and nimbly climbed up the stairs of the 
plush building. Gail wasn't around; maybe she was with a customer. Judging 
by the number of keys missing from the rack in the back hall, a lot of the 
girls were busy too. On the second floor, he slipped into a small room 
adjoining the rich red-velvet main bedroom. He immediately went over to the 
large mirror which hung on the wall dividing the two , rooms. The curtains 
were already drawn over the glass brick windows and the room was fairly 
dark, so he flicked on a switch and peered into the mirror. It was a two-way 
mirror, linked up with the huge glass mirror on the other side of the wall. 
He could see the other room perfectly, without the occupants being aware of 
him looking. 

Gail was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, completely nude. Her pearly 
skin shone with a faint shimmering of perspiration and her arms were 
stretched out to dangle down over the edges of the bed. He could see the 
golden fuzz of her pubic hair, a shining mass of curls and the moist pink of 
her quivering cuntal slit. The tiny reddish tip of her clitoris was just 
visible through the thin hair-lined lips. A man, also naked, appeared from 
the far corner of the room, and Frank could see his rigid cock, growing 
before his eyes into a heavy fleshiness. He knelt between Gail's naked 
widespread thighs, and began to run his lips and tongue moistly up and down 
her body. He planted hot leech-like kisses on her neck, leaving red little 
marks from the force of his sucking. He slavered his tongue over her heaving 
breasts and closed his convoluted lips over the blushing nipples. He sucked 
moistly on first one and then the other, pulling them into quivering 
hardness, and then he traced a wet teasing path down to her flat stomach, 
where he lapped at the open plane like a dog drinking water. Gail writhed 
beneath his drooling ministrations like a woman possessed. Her hands opened 
and closed, clutching futilely at the silky bedspread, trying to grasp an 
invisible solidity. 

Frank smiled-he was glad Gail was "working"-it meant money in his pocket. As 
he had to see her anyway, he decided to watch and see how efficient she was 
at her job. 

The man's feverish tongue had reached the glossy triangle between her legs 
and Gail's entire body quivered in anticipation. Hesitating, he lowered his 
head and began to trail his wet tongue down the soft resilient inner thighs, 
stopping on the upstroke at the luscious, cunt-scented vee. The thighs 
visibly trembled, and Frank could see clearly the long blue veins shadowed 
against the milky whiteness. Gail was at fever pitch-her mouth hung open and 
her glassy, lust-hazed eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling. Then the man 
slowly pressed his hands, palm downwards on the smooth flat plane of her 
stomach, just above her soft pubic mound. This pressing made her whole 
crotch raise even more to his lustful view. His thumbs slowly dropped and 
pressed into the outer flanges of her cunt. Frank saw the strong thumbs 
massage the hair-lined lips and could almost see them swell with intensity 
as they were kneaded and coaxed. They gently stretched and pulled the 
growing lips outward, parting the soft downy pubic hair and exposing the 
moist red slit of her vagina. The tender delicate flesh was presented up to 
the man's face like a defenseless sacrifice, and Frank could see his tongue 
circling his lips in nervous preparation for what was to come. His thumbs 
again pulled the fleshy flanges further outward, stretching the dainty 
ragged inner lips and revealing the throbbing tiny bud of Gail's clitoris, 
poised just above the rosy viscous opening of her pussy. The pink chiffony 
cunt looked alive to Frank and its pulsating aliveness sent a thrill 
coursing through him. The man scrutinized the roseate treasure for a moment, 
drinking in its softness, the utter femininity of it, the pearly mauvish hue 
of the minor inner lips contrasting like a well colored pastel rainbow with 
the fleshy pinkness of her cuntal opening and the deep blush rose of her 
dainty clitoris. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he dropped his 
head and his long tongue snaked out to dab at the shivering little button of 
raw nerve at the top of the slit. 

Gail's body jerked and she ground her buttocks down into the soft bed to 
escape the electric touch, but, just as quickly, her legs snaked up and 
twisted obscenely around his neck, pulling his face down to her 
desire-maddened crotch. 

As he buried his head in her soft yielding loins, her thighs closed in on 
him, covering his head in an unmovable stranglehold, his wiry dark hair 
tickling her tender inner flesh. 

From his position at the other side of the mirror-wall, Frank could just 
see, through the maze of writhing flesh, Gail's hot, steaming cunt, and the 
tip of the man's tongue as it swirled around the warm fleshy nooks of her 
pussy. He could see the puckered dark pink ring of her anus, contracting, 
convoluting, the wrinkled outer surrounding skin glistening from the 
dribbles of her secretions which seeped out of her frothing cunt and mingled 
with her own perspiration already settling there. Suddenly, the tongue would 
lash out and lap up the dripping lubrication, darting into the hot crevice 
that nestled her anus, and the nostrils would flare from the pungent odor of 
her nether region. The man's mouth worked like a demon, the tongue possessed 
with a will of its own. Mindless uncontrolled lust swept over Gail and her 
upper body writhed and wrenched in an epileptic-like fit. The man's hands 
dashed up to the slippery, sweating breasts that danced tantalizing in front 
of his eyes, and gathered the ivory mounds in his hands. Voluptuous as they 
were, their soft excess slipped out between his fingers, and he caught the 
incredibly-hardened nipples between his fingers and trapped their firmness 
there. 

Now the slaving hands dipped to her firm, rounded moons, and grabbed the 
smooth lustfully undulating cheeks, pressing and squeezing them, until his 
red handprints stayed, holding his savage imprint. He pulled the ivory moons 
up toward his face until his nose and mouth were completely covered with the 
warm soft walls of her gently pulsating cunt. Gail's hands were now tangled 
in the man's dark hair and she pulled brutally on the short strands, as if 
trying to seek release from her growing lust. A scarlet flush had spread 
over her face now and Frank could see that her orgasm was imminent. The 
man's tongue and lips and hands were all united in a feverish rush of 
frantic action, sucking, licking, pulling, teasing, trying to wring the 
earth-shaking eruption from Gail's tortured body. Tears were running freely 
down her face now, and the pain of her hands in his hair caused the man's 
face to blush a deep red, which shone strangely through the thin film of 
vaginal lubrication which coated it entirely. Gail ground her pelvis up 
roughly now, the force of the grind arching her back up a foot or more off 
the bed, and the man's imprisoned face followed her as she pressed down into 
the bed on the return, which made her upper torso jerk up obscenely. 
Suddenly, she was jerking demoniacally, buffeting her loins against the 
demented man's face, pulling tufts of hair from his unfortunate head. Her 
mouth was wide open now, and Frank guessed that she was screaming and 
mouthing obscenities. Her loins and his mouth were rocking in unison now as 
giant tremor after tremor swept through her .body, tossing it limply from 
cum to cum, until finally, the blood drained from her panting body and she 
lay back, exhausted. The man also fell back on his back, his tongue hanging 
out like a panting animal and Frank could see Gail's orgasmic secretions 
flowing copiously from her still visibly throbbing orifice. "What a show" he 
thought, cackling lasciviously to himself. Good old Gail-she sure dug that 
one! 

He sat down when he had switched off the mirror and waited for her to come 
in to get dressed. 

After a few moments, Gail came in, her face flushed and her hair still in 
disarray. She had on a light flimsy robe, which she clutched around her ripe 
body. She started when she saw Frank lolling in the easy chair. 

"How long have you been here?" she asked. 

"Long enough to see you earn your money," he drawled. "How much are you 
charging him?" he asked, speaking faster now. 

"N-nothing, Frank," she whispered, frightened. 

"NOTHING!!!" he snarled, jumping to his feet. 

"You fucking little slut! I'll teach you... " 

Gail jumped back. "Wait a minute, Frank!" she snapped, her eyes sparkling 
with anger. 

"That's Vic Trenton," she went on. "He's a building inspector and he came 
around threatening court and fines if we didn't spend a couple of thousand 
fixing up this place. I had to take his mind off the violations, so... " she 
shrugged. 

Frank's dark eyes narrowed. 

"Are you sure you're giving me the whole story?" he asked coldly. 

"Of course I am, Frankie!" Gail purred, regaining her courage. "You know I 
wouldn't double-cross you, don't you?" 

"Okay... " he assented, "but be sure you don't spend too much time with that 
creep in the future," he added warningly. "I don't like the idea of you 
handing out your goodies for free-!" 

"Don't worry, baby," she crooned, "I'll take care of him." 

She sidled over to the cabinet and brought out a bottle and two glasses. 
"Let's have a little drink-to our health!" she suggested laughingly. 

"Good idea!" Frank answered, his voice raucous. The sight of Gail's firm, 
well sculptured breasts straining out of the half-opened robe excited him, 
and his prick gave a life-beginning lurch. 

They sat down at the tiny round table, and Gail poured two Scotches, neat. 
She sat back, and crossed her slim legs, revealing a large expanse of 
smooth' milky thigh to Frank's gaping eyes. He took a deep swallow of the 
burning liquid and his enflamed eyes roamed over the provocative blonde in 
front of him. She sat demurely back, seemingly oblivious that her pose had 
stretched the skimpy robe even more and that it was yawning open all the way 
to her waist. Her long, slender hand grasped it closed just below her navel, 
sealing off her golden pubic fleece from view, but everything else was naked 
and unadorned. The two ends of the robe could not meet over her expansive 
breasts, and the twin orbs pushed together and formed an enticing split of 
creamy flesh. As if electrified by his steady gaze, her nipples sprang into 
hardness and pushed and strained against the thin silky material of her 
robe, and as Gail lifted her drink to her mouth and replaced it on the 
table, they rubbed and slid against the sheer fabric, titillating themselves 
and stroking themselves into greater erection. His eyes dropped once again 
to the sensual curve of Gail's legs, and a gleam of moisture on the smooth 
inner thighs reminded him that she had just come from another man's arms. 
That only minutes before, another man's tongue had slavered and labored in 
the tangle of those moist knotted curls down at the entrance to her willing, 
eager body. 

A wave of jealousy swamped him and his tortured prick, struggling 
frantically against the punishing confinement of his pants reminded him of 
the powerful strength of lust and he struggled helplessly against that 
impelling call. 

"How's my latest protegee working out?" he asked suddenly, reaching for a 
second shot of Black and White. 

"Oh, little red-haired Lucy?" Gail answered, smiling. "She's a doll. She's 
so young and innocent-looking that the customers have taken her cherry 
fifteen times already!!!" 

They both laughed and clinked glasses. 

"And how's Lora doing?" Frank asked again. 

"Wonderful! Lora's a great favorite-she really does a good job." 

"Good." Frank nodded. "I knew she would! She's some pussy, that one!" 

"Have you got anyone else in mind, Frank? Any bored housewives, any 
promiscuous schoolgirls?" Gail asked lightly. 

"Well, I just might. I'm working on a real live one now. A real beaut." 

Gail stood up and as she did, Frank caught a brief glimpse of her gleaming 
golden pubic thatch, reawakening his dormant lust which had briefly lay down 
to rest, guided there by the liberal shots of Scotch. 

"I'll go get the take," she said. "I'll be right back." 

"Come here," Frank growled savagely, getting up and swaying drunkenly. 

"What's the matter with you, Frank?" Gail snapped, obviously irritated. 

"Come here, whore, and do what I tell you!" he reeled. 

"Watch your language around here, mister," Gail said coldly. "Remember I run 
this place." 

He reached out, swaying dangerously and made a grab for her arm. He missed. 
Bellowing with rage, he shouted, "come here you fucking bitch before I break 
every bone in your body!" 

Gail didn't know what to do. Frank was standing in front of the door and 
there was no other way out for her. He was in a dangerous, ugly mood and she 
didn't want to cross him. She'd been the madam for 10 years now and whatever 
its drawbacks, it was a good situation for her and she wasn't likely to find 
anything better, especially here in Baltimore. She might even have to go 
back on the Block if Frank got nasty with her. She didn't want to jeopardize 
her position. 

"Okay, Frank, what is it?" she said smoothly. She stood looking at him with 
mocking eyes, clutching her robe around her. She had nothing but contempt 
for him and he knew it, but then, he felt only disgust for her, and she knew 
it. Their mutual contempt and loathing was obvious as they stared balefully 
at each other. Frank staggered over to her, making her reel from the 
overpowering fumes of the liquor he had consumed. 

"You really enjoyed that little trick with Mr. Fast Tongue, didn't you?" he 
leered. 

"What do you want, Frank?" she asked again, coldly. She felt like telling 
him she liked Vic a hell of a lot better than him but knew that would 
antagonize him beyond belief. She knew also that he was jealous of the fact 
that she saw Vic and gave him her favors for nothing, whereas she was very, 
very sparing of her largesse as far as Frank himself was concerned, giving 
in only under duress. He resented that more than anything. 

"How about giving me a turn, baby?" he rasped hotly, his bloodshot eyes 
rolling wildly. 

"Oh, Frank," she began softly, "I'm so tired, my whole body aches. I 
couldn't possibly, maybe tomorrow... " 

"None of your phony excuses, bitch!" he spat, "what you can do for that jerk 
you can do for me!" 

Gail was trembling now. She knew she'd have to give in, to submit to 
whatever indignity he had in mind, and God knows, she thought sorrowfully, 
he has a whole sackful of them. 

Still holding her tightly, almost painfully by the arm, he wrenched her hand 
from its protective grip on her robe, revealing her fine full body to his 
inebriated view. His eyes ran up and down the finely-sculptured form, 
feasting avidly on the straw-colored triangle of hair between her legs. Her 
legs were clamped together, adding to the symmetrical beauty of her whole 
figure. She looked like a beautiful marble statue of some classical Goddess. 
He yanked the robe completely off her and threw it in a heap on the ground. 
Gail heard the whine of a zipper and she knew that he was releasing his 
ape-like prick. Suddenly, he released the painful hold he had on her arm, 
and grabbed her by her hair. She uttered a scream. 

"Stop,' Frank, you're hurting me... please let go of my hair... please!!" 

He only pulled her closer to him, using her hair as a halter rope, dragging 
her like some caveman of old pulling his captured mistress. The room swam 
Before her eyes and her head felt as if it would burst with pain. 

"Kneel down," he ordered harshly, and before she had time to comply, slung 
her down on the ground by means of her hair. 

"Owwwww!" she sobbed, not knowing what to do to escape the incredible pain. 

"Kneel down, slut!" he screamed again, giving another sadistic tug on her 
abused hair. 

She finally managed to get in a kneeling position, blinded as she was by her 
tears and pain, and knelt there, quivering and afraid. 

"Look at me!" he snarled, yanking her head up. 

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked straight into the gleaming eye at the 
top of the bulbous purple head of his rigid cock. She pulled her head back, 
frightened and repulsed by the throbbing monster so close to her face. Gail 
was no neophyte to the art of copulation in any of its myriad forms, but the 
unusually mammoth proportions of his tree-trunk-like pole combined with his 
savagery all converged and made her feel like a frightened, timid virgin. 

"Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" Frank commanded through clenched teeth. 

Gail knelt there blubbering. She couldn't move but she couldn't take her 
eyes off the giant hardened penis in front of her eyes. The head glimmered 
an iridescent purple, reminding her of a dove's breast, and the trunk of it 
was a bright crimson, sinewy and long, the underside webbed with bluish 
veins. The base disappeared into matted reddish curls, giving way to huge, 
dangling testicles, that seemed as big as tennis balls, encased in a 
wrinkled hairy sac. They swayed menacingly, as if threatening her in advance 
with the torrents of their lewd load that they would pour into her captive 
throat. She gagged. 

She raised her eyes imploringly to Frank. He was looking down at her, hate 
and lust in his eyes, and he read the plea for mercy in her eyes. But mercy, 
he had none. Cruelty was abundant and lust rife in his soul; there was no 
place for mercy. Pulling her head forward, and pushing his hips to meet her, 
he managed to place the smooth, rubbery head just at her lips. 

"Open them, or I'll make you open them!" he ranted. 

Gail knew that she had to comply. Slowly, she opened her trembling lips with 
a great effort, and managed to barely encircle them around the very tip of 
his cock. She pulled back immediately-she had tasted a drop of his expectant 
cum, already waiting, like a well-fed cockroach that waits on the table for 
his evening meal. Again, he pushed his pelvis forward, and this time, 
managed to slip half of the head into her trembling mouth. 

Feebly, Gail worked her lips around the giant tip, but try as she might, she 
could not get any more of the incredible bulk inside her mouth. 

Frank, tortured beyond reason, held his pistoning cock in his free hand, and 
with the other hand held Gail's head steady. Then he rammed forward with 
full force, driving the massive rod half its length into Gail's mouth. Her 
almost clenched teeth raked painfully against the swollen flesh, making him 
grit his teeth and rail against the sharp pain, but it was in. Gail choked 
and sputtered, but Frank held her fast and she had no choice but to keep the 
giant instrument in her mouth. Incredibly, unbelievably, again he drove 
forward, plowing the rest of it, every inch of it, into her mouth, far back 
to her throat. It was all in. She felt his pendulous balls slapping against 
her chin and her nostrils were filled with the pungent male odor of his 
genitals. Tears, fresh ones, sprang to her eyes, this time from the choking, 
gagging sensation. Frank began to revolve his rod inside her mouth as if he 
were churning butter in a home-made urn, and after he had lubricated the 
entire length, he began to saw it in and out of her warm, salivous mouth. It 
didn't feel quite so bad now; if only it wasn't quite so big, so long. Frank 
sensed the partial surrender to the invading instrument and relaxed his 
stranglehold on her hair. 

Immediately grateful for this small favor, Gail began to trace her fingers 
lightly up and down Frank's strongly tensed thighs, and tapped playfully on 
the squirming balls. Emboldened, she grasped them firmly in her hand, 
cupping them and stroking them, handling them as gingerly as if they were 
rare Chinese Pheasant eggs. Her mouth began a gentle rhythm of its own, 
opening and closing around the fleshy prick, her tongue darting at the tiny 
glans opening at the top, happy now to lap any drop of cum that might be 
lurking there. Her teeth grated lightly on the sensitive undervein, 
pressuring it gently, sending unknown thrills running and leaping through 
Frank. 

To her surprise, Gail began to enjoy the heathen rite. In spite of her 
revulsion to Frank as a person, she was pleased to find that this did not 
extend to his wonderful implement of pleasure, and she showered on it all 
the affection she was loathe to bestow on its owner. 

Frank's heart was thundering like cannon in his chest. He was sunk in a 
miasma of unbearable sensuality as her firm lips closed like a slippery 
fish's on the palpitating surface of his cock. He moaned and twitched 
convulsively as her tongue played skillfully with the pulsating knobby head, 
darting in and out of the sensitive opening, cradling the bloated top in her 
warm velvety mouth. He felt the rubbery head rasp against the ridged roof of 
her mouth and the indentation of her molars on the underside sent shivers of 
ecstasy coursing through him. She began to run her fingers over the exposed 
part of his penis all the while gently massaging his fomenting balls, so 
that his whole genital region was one raw, quivering mass of nerves. She 
sucked steadily, and the beautiful rhythm she was making churned his flesh 
in exquisite pain. He actually fought to keep from cumming, he wanted to 
prolong this rare moment as long as he could, but even as he struggled to 
hold back his natural impulse, he felt his cock inflate like a balloon, 
bigger and wider, until he was up, up and away. The dam of his emotions 
burst, breaking the sluice-gates that tried to brake the wild tide, sweeping 
everything in its headlong rush. The foaming waters from the dam of his 
balls burst out of his swollen penis and into the warm channel of Gail's 
mouth, where they cascaded down her throat like waterfall. She gulped, 
swallowing the hot liquid as fast as she could. But she wasn't fast 
enough-or there was too much. It spilled out of the sides of her mouth, 
trickling obscenely down her chin and fell in little spots on the floor. 

Her throat was burning from the fiery liquid but still it kept coming, as 
Frank's body jerked and bucked to empty its capacious load. Finally, after 
she had drained away every last drop from his balls, and just to make sure, 
she kept on manually milking them, his cock collapsed, a deflated mass of 
soft flesh in her mouth. 

Frank sank back into the easy chair, his battering ram now a meek little 
lamb, and closed his eyes contentedly. Gail, equally exhausted, sat back on 
her heels, and regained her breath. The intense fucking she had just 
received in her mouth coupled with the equally intense cunnilingus she had 
experienced with Vic drained her body completely of energy. She dragged 
herself up from the floor, and tottered into her red velvet room, not 
forgetting to shut the door and disconnect the two-way mirror. Frank had had 
his turn, which was to last him for many a long day, if she had anything to 
do with it. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jackie sat in the bedroom of Lora's apartment, waiting for Frank to come out 
of the shower. Mmmmmm, she thought, thinking of the past few hours spent 
with him in wonderful sensual abandon, perhaps we can do it again before I 
have to leave. She had been meeting Frank every day at Lora's apartment for 
almost two weeks now. At first, she was reluctant to embark on the affair, 
but the glorious sexual release that followed her decision washed away any 
guilt she was feeling. Now, she revelled in her new-found womanhood, her 
liberation from inhibition. And why shouldn't I, she thought complacently. 
After all, if my husband won't give me what I need, can I be to blame for 
seeking it elsewhere? She stretched her long legs luxuriously and admired 
her naked body in the bedroom mirror. She was pleased with what she saw. Her 
whole figure had taken on a riper, rounder look, the look of a fulfilled 
woman. 

And that's what I am, she thought triumphantly, and it's all thanks to 
Frank! She was really glad now that she had met him, and couldn't even think 
of what her life would be like without him. A smile flitted across her face 
when she thought of her husband, Victor. She remembered how, only last 
night, he had tried to pull her close in bed, and she had pushed him away, 
saying "leave me alone," and gone to sleep. She knew she was being unkind 
and unwifely, but she sadistically enjoyed the hurt in his eyes. "Now he 
knows what I went through!" she said aloud to herself, just as Frank walked 
in, wearing a towel, sarong style. 

"What's that, honey?" Frank asked. 

"Oh nothing, darling, I was just thinking... " She stretched out her arms 
seductively and stared at him through half-closed eyes. 

"I have an idea, honey," Frank said, ignoring her longing looks. "Remember 
how you said a couple of weeks about how bored and dissatisfied you were 
with your life, how you would like to meet new people, go new places? 

"Why, yes, I do," she replied, "but," she added slyly, "now that I've got 
you, all that's changed." 

"I still think it's a good idea for you to get out more, branch out a bit," 
he said uneasily. 

"What do you have in mind?" she asked. 

"I have this old friend, I think you'll really like. Let's go over there 
this afternoon-right now-I'm sure you'll enjoy talking to her and maybe she 
can even offer you a small part-time job!" 

"Really?" Jackie said excitedly. "Doing what, where?" 

"Let's go over there and find out," Frank answered laughing. 

As they drove towards the downtown area, Jackie was a little worried. She 
was afraid she might run into Victor on his rounds, and liberated though she 
was, she was still his wife and terrified of really angering him. Still, she 
sat close beside Frank, her new-found courage alternating with dread. 

"Even if I do get a job, it won't make any difference to us, will it, 
darling?" she asked. 

"Of course not, baby." 

Frank had a lot on his mind. His interests on the Avenue were being 
jeopardized by mutiny in his own Family, not to mention the increasing 
trouble from the Moronis. This bad luck was compounded by the fact that he 
was tiring of Jackie-his attraction to her had vanished with familiarity and 
now he only wanted to be rid of her. Worst of all, he was really hot for 
Gail now. Christ, he thought, trying to block out Jackie's prattle, why do I 
have to be hooked on a broad who hates me? He vividly remembered how Gail 
had knelt trembling before him, still flashing defiance, and then proceeded 
to suck his cock. The best he had ever had. The thought now sent shivers 
through him and his prick leapt halfway to tumescence. Fortunately, they 
pulled up then at the townhouse on St. Paul. 

Jackie was impressed with the location and the outside of the building as 
Gail opened the door. She greeted Frank effusively and Jackie with a little 
reserve. 

Jackie couldn't believe her eyes as they went up the stairs and into Gail's 
bed-cum-living room. She feasted her eyes on the lush surroundings, agog at 
the opulence and obvious affluence of the owner, and completely oblivious to 
Frank and Gail, who were talking in whispers in the corner. 

Finally Frank came over and put his arm around her. 

"Honey, I have to go out on a little business now. But I'll leave you here 
with Gail. You two can talk girl-talk and have a good time till I get back." 

Jackie was surprised at being left alone with a comparative stranger, but 
she was immediately put at ease by Gail's friendly, lighthearted chatter, 
and by the drinks which appeared, brought in by an attractive girl, as if on 
cue. She sat back on the plush red velvet sofa, and idly thought that this 
room would put even Lora's to shame. Gail asked her all about herself, and 
Jackie found herself confiding in this interesting, attractive older woman. 
She wondered vaguely what sort of job she could offer her, and thought with 
a thrill that it probably would be something exciting and interesting. 
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Glancing at her watch, Gail said 
apologetically. 

"I'm afraid I'll have to leave you, Jackie dear, for a few minutes. But do 
make yourself at home and I'll have Adele bring in another drink." 

"Please, Gail, I don't want to trouble you... " 

"No trouble at all, Jackie. I'd really like to continue our little chat, and 
get to know you a little better. Although," she said in a confidential 
whisper, "I must admit I am quite envious of you. You carry your youth 
beautifully." 

Jackie blushed from Gail's frank admiration, and was glad when she found 
herself alone. Immediately, Adele, the beautiful tawny skinned girl, brought 
in a large frosty drink. Flashing a brilliant smile at Jackie, she left 
without saying a word. Jackie idly wondered about her. She certainly didn't 
seem like a maid, not with her face, expensive silk dress and fantastic 
figure. Everything puzzled Jackie-the enigmatic Gail, the luxurious 
surroundings, even the mysterious Adele. As she sipped her drink, she 
wandered aimlessly around the large room. Her attention was drawn to the 
Oriental prints, tastefully framed and hanging on the walls. The first one 
was of an Oriental couple, the girl with her legs spread wide and the man 
was inserting his huge, over-emphasized penis into her vagina. 

Tearing her eyes from the erotic sight, she hurriedly looked at all the 
others. They depicted Oriental people, couples, threes and fours, all in 
different sexual postures. Jackie couldn't believe it. What could they be 
doing here in this wealthy, tasteful place? Then, Jackie gave a little 
laugh. Of course, why hadn't she thought of it before? Affluent, 
sophisticated people, people like Gail, collected art. They didn't see it as 
dirty, lewd... they saw only the artistic value in such paintings. Why, she 
herself had seen pictures of some of the French and Italian Renaissance 
paintings, showing nude men and women, worth thousands and thousands! 
Shaking her head half scornfully at herself, she continued sipping her drink 
and began to examine the largest picture of all again. She tried to 
concentrate on the flowing form, the minute detail of the robes, the quaint 
surroundings, but somehow, all she could see was the lewd position of the 
couple in the painting, the man's grotesque penis, the girl's widespread 
crotch. Realizing that her hands were clammy and that she was quivering, she 
sat down, thinking that the drinks must be affecting her. She wished Gail 
would come back. What if she had forgotten about her? Perhaps she should try 
to find her, tell her she had to leave. Her eyes kept returning to the 
shocking picture, and the figures began to move realistically before her 
swimming eyes, going through motions of lovemaking. She couldn't stand it 
any longer. She had to do something. Her roving eye fell on the record 
player. Hastily, she selected a record and put it on. It was a French 
record, one she had never heard before. The recurring words were "je 
t'aime... je t'aime... " accompanied by whispering sounds and sighs like 
waves at the seashore. Jackie sank back in the plushy sofa. The sensual 
sibilant sounds wafted into her head, and images of the erotic prints on the 
walls swam before her eyes. Oh God. What was the matter with her? Why was 
she thinking about sex all the time? Was she turning into an insatiable 
maniac? Oh where was Frank? Why didn't Gail come back-anyone? She felt a 
tiny smoldering spark ignite between her legs. Angrily, she clamped them 
shut. She took a long drink of her drink, draining the glass. The liquor 
seemed to have a calming effect on her, and she gratefully sat back as the 
tingling between her legs seemed to subside, and she felt a semblance of 
sanity return to her liquor-dazed brain. 

* * * 

Gail had gone down to answer the door, knowing full well who would be there. 
Vic had been visiting her ever since he realized the advantage of his 
inspectatorial position, and he had been exploiting it fully. Especially 
since Jackie has been acting so strange lately. All but ignoring him, 
especially in bed, where she acted as if he had some dread disease. She had 
begun to look different, too. She bought some new, sexy clothes, and was 
wearing her skirts awfully short and tight for a married woman. Still, he'd 
thought it better not to say anything to her until he'd figured out what was 
wrong. But last night had been the last straw. Her contemptuous "leave me 
alone" had chilled him to the marrow and he was determined to get to the 
bottom of it tonight when he got home. But now, he was ready for some 
action. 

Gail sighed a little as she opened the door. She had begun to wish she had 
paid the fines or made the improvements, anything to prevent him coming 
around so often. His presence had a very bad effect on Frank, who sulked for 
hours afterwards and took it out on Gail. She was beginning to sympathize 
with Frank now, and tried not to be quite as cold and short with him. He 
wasn't really a bad guy, she thought now as she let Vic in. 

"Ready for me, baby?" he leered, giving her a pat on her well-shaped behind. 

"No," she said coldly. To her surprise, she heard herself saying, "I can't 
take you anymore. Frank has really cracked down, but I have a wonderful new 
girl for you. Vic, darling, you're going to be the very first customer to 
enjoy her and she is absolutely beautiful, as fresh as a daisy, a real joy! 
And, if things go really well, you can see her from now on! I wouldn't offer 
her to anyone of the regulars but you, although God knows, I have had enough 
offers." 

Vic was delighted. He'd been half-thinking of giving up his daily visits, 
but now, if he could sample something new before he made up his mind, he 
might even come back for more! From Gail's description, she really sounded 
as if she were something. Of course, she probably wouldn't have Gail's 
finesse, but with all he'd learned from the Queen herself, he'd soon have 
her performing like a star. He couldn't wait to get a feel of some luscious 
new pussy. Happily, he followed Gail up the stairs, for once not interested 
in the waving outline of her smooth rounded buttocks in front of him. 

She lead him into the little room off her large main room, and Vic sat down 
in the easy chair. 

"Would you like a drink?" Gail asked. 

Vic gratefully accepted a scotch on the rocks and they sat sipping their 
drinks, chatting about the business and how things were coming along. Vic 
was glad that he'd had the drink. He could feel its warmth coursing down 
through his body and sending life, warm-blooded life to his loins. Not that 
he couldn't manage without it, but the potent liquid was an added stimulant 
to the multi-pleasures he expected to follow. 

Finally, Gail stood up and switched on the two-way mirror. Vic pulled his 
chair around to face the mirror and take his first gaze at the beauty who 
would soon be his. 

Vic's jaw dropped and his mouth hinged open. His eyes bulged out from his 
reddening face and he tried to speak, his mouth working like a star in a 
silent movie. His head whirled in disbelief at the vision that greeted his 
eyes. It was Jackie, his wife, and she was writhing on the couch, her legs 
spread obscenely apart, her panties hanging at her knees. Her fingers were 
jammed into her gaping cunt and Vic could see them swirling furiously in and 
out of the clasping lips of her open vagina. Another finger was kneading and 
pulling at the enlarged clitoris and Vic could see its angry redness as it 
gave beneath her agile fingers. Her mouth was wide open and she was gasping 
like a fish out of water. Her rounded eyes were rolling uncontrollably 
around in her head, and streaks of perspiration dampened her dress. 

My God, my God, Vic groaned, unable to tear himself away from the lewd 
sight. It's a mistake, it's someone else. But there was no denying the 
truth. It was his wife all right. 

"Well, how do you like her? Isn't she something!!?" Gail asked. She had been 
a little surprised to see Jackie writhing under auto-manipulation, but was 
pleased nonetheless as it added to her desirability. She had been just a 
little worried when Frank brought her in, because she seemed just a bit too 
unused, and she was afraid that she might balk when it was time for action. 
But the writhing, frenzied figure they viewed through the mirror cancelled 
all doubts in Gail's mind. They had a real money getter there, all right. 
And, she thought, judging by Vic's face, he's really digging her already! 

Vic was livid with anger. He stood there, clenching and unclenching his 
fists, his eyes glued on the lascivious spectacle. The goddamn little bitch, 
the fucking little whore. I wonder how many two-dollar tricks she's turned, 
the humping little bitch. Vic's mind churned on and on, anger and rage 
building up uncontrollably in his haunted mind, and tiny flecks of foam 
showed at the corners of his tightly-clenched lips. 

* * * 

Jackie had been grateful for the soothing relaxation of her drink that had 
blanked out that tingle between her legs. But her gratitude was premature, 
for after a few moments, when the drink hit bottom, the spark fanned and 
began to flame through her loins. She felt dizzy now, and as light as if she 
were floating on a watery cloud. As if in a dream, her hands began to 
massage the straining fullness of her breasts, which were pressing against 
her lacy bra. Expertly, she trapped the quivering nipples between her 
fingers, mashing them, trying to stop the tingling there. Savagely, she 
pulled at them, as if she were trying to pull them from their moorings. 
Pressing the full force of her open palm down on her fiery cuntal mound, now 
prickling all over, she tried to block out all thoughts from her head, to 
gain control over her tottering reason. But it was too late. The mutiny in 
her body spread like wildfire to her brain, which, sneeringly, refused to 
obey her, and as if in defiance, conjured up obscene images, one after the 
other. She threw her head from side to side, trying to shake them out, her 
hand still clamped down on her pubic mound and the other frantically 
kneading at her throbbing breasts. Mercifully, the seductive record stopped, 
but, unbelievably, the arm jerked back for an encore. Once again, the room 
was full of the sighing and hissing sounds of love. 

Against her will, her hands burrowed down between her legs, lifting the hem 
of her short dress, and probed up towards her fiery loins. With a moan, her 
hand began to massage her burning cunt through the moisture-drenched 
material of her nylon panties. She held her breath, relieved for the moment, 
but it was only a short moment. The fire started up again, demanding fuel. 
Slowly, she inserted one finger inside the elastic leg band and began to 
propel it up towards the fiery furnace. Suddenly, she stopped herself. What 
am I doing, she thought. She was half sitting, half lying on the couch, her 
legs widespread, her head to one side. Her dress was bunched up around her 
upper thighs, and the dark triangle of her pussy was plainly visible through 
the diaphanous material, to anyone who might enter the room. She tried to 
withdraw her finger from her panties, to smooth down her dress, but her arms 
would not obey her. She tried to scissor her legs closed, but they would not 
move. She tried to sit up straight, but she couldn't. She was trapped. Some 
evil demon had wormed inside her, lulled her limbs to sleep, started a 
raging fire in her crotch. She was utterly in his power. Dreamily, the 
exploring finger pushed forward until it came in contact with the jungle of 
her pubic hair. It felt moist and damp to the touch, and the thin hair lined 
lips shivered under the invading finger. She could feel her whole slit 
palpitating under her touch as she drew the narrow furrow open. Tenderly, 
the finger traced along the raggedy inner lips sending electrical tingles 
shooting through her. Abruptly, the probing digit found the tiny button of 
her clitoris and more shocks electrified her at the searing contact. 
Cautiously, she began to massage the minute bud, sending it burgeoning into 
hardness. A toasty warm flush emanated from her cuntal region, and spread 
like a brush fire over her sweating body. In a sudden frenzied rush, she 
tugged at the protective panties with her free hand, and raising the 
quivering balloons of her buttocks off the sofa, she pulled them down to her 
knees. With a sigh, she probed the warm recesses of her cunt with all four 
of her fingers. Sigh after tortured sigh escaped from her lips as she 
rummaged and searched the hidden areas. A finger hesitated at the viscous 
cuntal opening and she could feel the delicate pink skin surrounding the 
sensuous area pulsating in expectation. As her finger poised at the 
moistened mouth, she ran her free hand down the soft downy inner thighs, 
eliciting gasps of pleasure. She felt a thin rivulet of perspiration running 
down the crease of her buttocks where it met with the flowing juices of her 
lubricated cunt. Then with a groan, she plunged the waiting finger into the 
warm dark depths where it made delicious contact with the heated inner 
walls. Gently, she revolved the exploratory finger in the contracting vagina 
and her pelvis began an undulatory rhythm in time to the waves on the still 
playing record. But the green-fire that burned there demanded more to feed 
its lewd hunger and without thinking she plunged another finger into the 
grasping moistness. The fingers on her other hand found the throbbing button 
of her clitoris again and began to agitate the erected organ into greater 
frenzy. She ground her tormented clitoris up against the diligent finger and 
then crammed her other fingers in and out of her clasping cunt. Great waves 
of intense pleasure crashed over her like the waves in the song, and her 
head felt as if it were being washed ashore and retrieved, time and again by 
the surf of those breaking waves. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Oh Vic," Gail crooned in the tormented husband's ear, "I know, I can tell 
you are going to love cramming that huge manly cock of yours into her hot 
little pussy, now aren't you?" 

Vick turned and stared at her glassily. His mind was paralyzed and he had 
forgotten who this woman was who was standing beside him. He had forgotten 
everything except that his wife, Jackie, was a whore. No wonder she didn't 
want him to make love to her! Her pussy was probably red raw from all the 
customers she had been seeing. He should have been suspicious when she got 
those new clothes... he might have known she didn't get them from out of the 
housekeeping money. Wonder how much she charges for a trick? Maybe she'd 
even started working the streets, flipping out in cars as they circled the 
block... His feverish mind danced on, painting even more lurid pictures, 
torturing himself by imagining his wife in various lewd poses and positions 
with her customers. A snarl of anger tore itself from his parched throat as 
his eyes feasted savagely on the feverish scene. 

Gail was really pleased now. Even she was surprised at the extent of Vic's 
passion, his feelings at seeing the girl. If she'd known he'd be that 
aroused at the sight of a beautiful girl, she'd have introduced him to Lucy 
or Adele long ago. "Why not really go all the way," she thought, "and turn 
him on even more?" 

"She's such a lovely girl," she purred in his ear. "And she's so good, so 
experienced. When she came to us, she was so unhappy. Her husband didn't 
take time to find out what she really liked or what really excited her, and 
so she came to us." as Gail embellished the details, she really began to 
believe her own story, and threw herself heartily into the telling. 

"And now, Vic," she said, stroking his tightly clenched jaw, "she likes 
everything. She can suck cocks better than anyone else-far, far better than 
I can. She can make your prick stand out so far it will fall down from sheer 
weight!" 

She inserted her hand inside his shirt as she continued her story, both 
their eyes still riveted on the flailing body of the girl. 

"And you know something else," she went on, "she just loves to have her 
pussy licked. She just turns crazy when someone sucks and licks at her 
pussy. She goes out of her mind when a tongue, a big, beefy tongue like you 
have, darts up into her hot little hole. Wouldn't you just love to eat her 
hot little cunt?" 

Gail's hand pulled at the curly black hair on Vic's chest as she purred into 
his ear. Her fingers found the masculine nipples and tweaked them until they 
were tight and hardened. 

"And you should see those titties," she went on lewdly, "She just loves to 
have them sucked and kissed until they bleed." 

Vic's heart was thumping inside his chest. He was hypnotized by Gail's 
sultry, droning voice and by her incredible massaging of his chest. But his 
eyes were locked on the lascivious figure of his wife, writhing in 
self-fucking in the other room. His thoughts were a jumbled mass of anger, 
remorse, horror and a small flicker, just a whisper of desire was rising in 
him. Desire for his coarse vulgar wife, caressing herself shamelessly in the 
other room, stripped of all decency, and desire for this panting tigress of 
a whore who was stroking him and whispering obscenities in his ear. 

He could see the sweat glistening on Jackie's face as she struggled to give 
herself maximum pleasure. He watched, amazed, as she angrily snatched off 
the soaked panties, wrenching them from her knees and tossing them from her 
feet in a careless gesture. Her entire cunt was now naked and visible to 
anyone who cared to look, and Vic, through the softness of her pubic hair, 
could clearly see the pulsating pink hole of her pussy, as it hungrily 
absorbed the fingers crammed inside. And he could just barely make out the 
dark puckered ring of her anus, which was lewdly winking and contracting in 
time to her pussy. 

He could see that the sparsely-haired outer lips were swollen and fleshy, 
and that her jagged inner lips were quivering and trembling as she massaged 
her engorged clitoris. 

"You just can't wait, can you?" the voice droned on in his ear, "to sink 
that long, stiffening prick of yours in to that red hot pussy, to plow it 
far, far up into her cunt, to sow your milky seed in that anxious belly? You 
can make her come alive like she never has before, can't you?" 

Vic dragged his eyes away from the lustful scene in the other room and 
stared at Gail, his mouth still hanging open. 

Her eyes, as blue as lapis lazuli, stared back at him, and her mouth was 
working grotesquely as she spewed out her filthy monotone. 

"And she's come such a long way, since she first came here. But she's 
waiting, just waiting for that one man who will really light a fire under 
her starved little pussy and set her whole body aflame. And I think you are 
that man, darling... " 

Vic could see that her nipples were straining against the thin blouse she 
was wearing, and her toreador pants were so tight that the crotch slipped 
into the furrow of her pussy. Little beads of perspiration were breaking out 
on her upper lip, and she continually ran the tip of her red tongue along 
it, coating it with shiny saliva, and enhancing the red lipstick she wore. 
And her hand still worked at his heaving chest, and began to drop down to 
his belted waist. 

Thoughts began to push through the fog of his numbed brain. Maybe what Gail 
said about Jackie's husband was right. Maybe it was he-he was the one who 
forced Jackie to come to this cathouse, to try and get release from her 
natural womanly feelings. God knows, he had never tried very hard to really 
please her sexually, always thinking of himself and of his pleasure. He had 
an inborn feeling that women weren't supposed to feel anything, they were 
just supposed to lie there, and take what came, and try to please their 
husbands. It was a false, outmoded notion he knew, but somehow, in his proud 
masculine race for self-fulfillment, he had allowed that falsehood to taint 
his other inclination to help his wife to participate fully in their sexual 
love, and continued to be selfish and unhelpful. Even so, did this give his 
wife the right to sell herself, to come here to this den of vice and take 
lessons in sexual liberation The thought that other men had touched her 
naked body and taught her things, had wakened her dormant libido, made him 
shake with rage. Even though Gail had said that he'd be the first of her 
customers, he knew that this was just sales talk. She probably told everyone 
that, and they all thought they were getting a bargain. The lying bitch. Now 
his feelings mushroomed into rage-searing hot rage at both his wife and this 
madam-whore who used bodies for her own profit. He felt an almost 
uncontrollable desire rise in him to smash her leering blond face into 
pieces and then rush in and tear his unfaithful wife limb from limb. 

But just then, Gail's hand snaked inside the waistband of his pants and 
grabbed fleetingly at the dampened curls of his pubic hairs. Lightning-like 
thrills bolted through his demented body. Maddeningly, the fingers dabbed at 
the moist curls, missing one, catching another. He felt lust surge through 
him again, lust for Gail, his wife, all women. A frothy snarl emanated from 
his lips. He turned his enflamed eyes once again towards the lustful figure 
on the sofa. 

Jackie had pulled her legs up towards her shoulders to give greater access 
to her hopelessly inadequate hands. Feverishly, she thrust three of her 
lubricated fingers into her greedily palpitating vagina, while she probed at 
her maddened clitoral bud with her other finger. She dated it down the 
perspiration-soaked channel to the tight little ring of her anus, where she 
jabbed experimentally at the tiny puckered nether hole. Then she brought it 
back again to pull once more at the tormented pivot of her desires. Vic 
could barely make out the strains of the record, which was still playing, 
over and over again, and Jackie's body seemed to be rocking in time to the 
sensual music. He heard the whirrrr of a zipper-his own-and felt a cool rush 
of air as Gail pulled down the whining metal and release his imprisoned 
cock. Joyfully, it leaped into the air, trembling in its excitement at being 
released from the punishing confines of his pants. It stood out lewdly, 
large and venous, pulsating with lust and desire. Expertly, Gail enclosed 
the giant rod in her sinewy fingers and began a soft milking motion of her 
slender digits. Lightning zipped through Vic's body and thunder sounded in 
his dazed head. He felt as though he were a dog, imprisoned alone, and 
taunted by bitches in heat surrounding the cage. His senses were torn and 
divided and he didn't know which way to turn. Anger alternated with lust in 
his crazed frame, and his eyes were riveted on his wife's degenerate body. 
Gail's soft pumping drove him out of his mind as he felt his already massive 
cock expand and swell under her fingers, until he thought it would burst. 
Gently, she dropped her other hand and cupped his dangling testicles in her 
smooth palm. She squeezed and kneaded the crinkly-skinned balls and sent 
them scurrying and darting like animated golf balls running around in 
circles. An aching throb started deep inside them, and electrical waves of 
dynamic pleasure rushed through his entire body. Still Gail continued her 
kneading and massaging. She dug at the base of his cock among the tufts of 
hair and pulled on it as if she were trying to elongate his prick even more. 
A drop of moisture seeped out of the tiny slit at the top of the monstrously 
bulging head and dropped slowly to the floor, trailing a thin gossamer like 
web of opaque fluid. Vic began to moan audibly now, and leaned back against 
the wall for support, his eyes still fixated uncontrollably on his wife. 

She had begun to jerk now. It was obvious to Vic and Gail that she was going 
to cum at any moment and they pressed their faces to the mirror in order not 
miss a moment of the lascivious sight. 

Her fingers prodded frantically at her fiery genitals, and she arched her 
back, levering her whole lower torso off the sofa in an effort to cram her 
fingers further into herself. Her chest was heaving, great passionate pants, 
and her tongue hung out of her mouth as she thrashed her head from side to 
side. 

Suddenly, it came. Vic and Gail could see an almighty shudder take Jackie's 
body in its wake and send her crashing spasmodically into a thousand little 
spasms. They saw her orgasmic juices flow out over her groping fingers and 
her pelvis bucked faster and faster. She was cumming like a wild woman! They 
saw her mouth open and heard the top notes of a piercing scream. Then she 
was still. Her eyes were closed and her body still twitched. Her fingers 
slid from her moist, still quivering cunt and dropped unconsciously to the 
sofa, leaving a darkening stain on the soft velvet. A warm flush covered her 
heated face. 

Vic could stand it no longer. Tearing his monstrous prick from Gail's still 
teasing hands, he charged into the room, holding his weapon like a warrior 
holding a favorite lance. 

* * * 

Jackie's breathing was becoming more even now as she lay back in the 
sunshine of her incredible orgasm. Sanity was returning to her satiated 
mind, and with it the realization of where she was. Tears of self-loathing 
came to her eyes. She lay there, quietly sobbing... a great snarl shattered 
her silent mental self-flagellation. What was that unearthly sound? It 
sounded like a giant gorilla, a jungle ape tortured with pain. Terrified, 
she opened her eyes and through the dim of her tears and satiated lust, she 
actually saw the giant ape standing over her, snarling in fury, his 
monstrous red penis stuck out menacingly in front of her. How could she 
escape this brute, how did he get here? 

"You goddamn little whore, you fucking bitch!" I'll teach you, you slut! 
I'll teach you! 

The vicious venom-packed words brought a shred of reality to Jackie's dazed 
senses. She blinked her eyes in disbelief and stared horrified at the figure 
towering over her still undraped crotch. It was her husband! She opened her 
mouth to scream, but she was too paralyzed with fright. She jerked her arm 
up to hide the humiliation burning in her face and collapsed sobbing in a 
helpless heap. "Let me explain... Vic darling... " Jackie blubbered. "I can 
explain... listen to me... " 

Vic just stood staring at her contemptuously. He was angry beyond belief 
now. Her obscene display stripped him of any pity or understanding he might 
have felt before. Now, he was livid with hatred. And she dared to tell him 
that she could explain. Explain indeed! 

"You lousy little whore!" he spat, his face twisted and deformed with rage. 

"Why are you calling me that, Vic, why?" she pleaded. 

The thought that he had found out about Frank crossed her mind and she 
trembled in fear before him. 

"You fucking bitch!" he hissed, "here in a whorehouse, you ask me that?" 

Jackie's eyes opened wide in horror and disbelief. 

"Whorehouse? Oh Vic, I didn't know, honestly I didn't know... " 

Vic reached forward and slapped her hard across her cheek. A blotchy red 
mark immediately appeared on her assaulted face and she backed away, 
cowering in terror. Tears gushed unchecked down her burning face as she 
cringed against the sofa. Still mouthing insults, Vic jerked his belt from 
his pants. He began to lash it cruelly against her body-over her legs, her 
stomach, her breasts. She covered her head with her arms in a protective 
gesture. She groaned and whined with pain and humiliation, unable to escape 
the fiercely raining blows. Suddenly, they stopped. 

"Now let's see how good you are at your new profession, bitch!" he rasped. 

Still sobbing bitterly, she moaned. "Oh no, Vic, please not here, not like 
this!" 

"Who were you preparing your pussy for then?" he sneered, catching her 
painfully by the hair. His bloated prick bobbed up and down from the fury of 
his anger. Her desperate mind latched on to the mortifying fact-he had seen 
her fingering herself, he somehow had seen her make herself cum. The grim 
realization sent a fresh flurry of tears streaming down her face. She was 
paying now, paying for her infidelity with Frank, her eager acceptance of 
another's love. Her evil deeds had caught up with her and brought her to 
this... horrible place... where now she would have to pay a dreadful price 
for her crime. Spasmodic terror convulsed Jackie. She knew in her heart that 
there was no escape for her. She knew that Frank or Gail wouldn't help her, 
wouldn't barge in on the cruel scene that was coming. She could only lie 
there, and take what was coming to her. She hoped that her husband would 
kill her, to spare her the degradation that his knowledge of her infidelity 
and her lewd acts would shower on her. How could she hold her head up again? 
How could she ever look at him again? Oh, how she wished she'd never been so 
foolish as to get involved with Frank. Why couldn't she have left well 
enough alone, and bided her time patiently until Vic had snapped out of his 
previous cold mood? And he had. But she was too wrapped up in her "big 
romance" with Frank to bid him more than the time of day! What a fool she 
been. If only she could have another chance, she'd make it up to him, she'd 
make him forget how low she had sunk. 

"Take off your clothes, whore, and get naked!" he ordered in a cruel cold 
voice. Trembling, Jackie got to her feet, and feebly began to undo the 
zipper on her damp wrinkled dress. Her eyes fell on her sodden panties lying 
on the floor where she had, in the throes of passion, carelessly tossed 
them, and she blushed anew at seeing the tangible reminder of her obscene 
act. Humiliated, she slipped off the abused dress and let it slide to the 
floor where it lay in a multi-flora heap. Her head still lowered, she slowly 
released her breasts from her lacy bra. She stood there, naked and 
unadorned, in front of her husband. 

In spite of his anger and revulsion, Vic's eyes roamed wildly over his 
wife's smooth, ivory colored body. He flushed at the thought of those 
familiar breasts being kissed and handled by complete strangers, those firm 
milky thighs being caressed by anonymous men. He stared at the tangled brown 
forest of pubic hair between her legs, fighting the impulse to reach forward 
and tear it to shreds. Parts of her body still bore the angry red welts of 
his leather belt biting into her flesh. But the sight of those red streaks 
did nothing to alleviate his all-consuming rage. He wanted to destroy her, 
to torture this filthy whore who had been deceiving him. How long had she 
been doing it? How many other men had fucked her! 

With an angry roar, he pushed against her unsuspecting body, knocking her to 
the floor and she fell in a disorderly heap on the rug. A whimper escaped 
her lips, but she was too devoid of feeling to protest at his rough 
treatment. She looked quickly up and saw him hurriedly rip off his clothes. 
Her glance fell on his prick, swollen and distended to monstrous 
proportions. It jutted out from its nest of curly pubic hair, and Jackie 
shivered at the thought of the incredible hardened rod of flesh jamming 
inside her without mercy. She glanced at the sperm filled testicles hanging 
loosely between his tensely corded legs and was repulsed by the thought of 
the white-hot seed that would be spurting endlessly into her. Her body 
fought against the cruel assault that she knew would be perpetrated on her, 
but she was too paralyzed with fear to move. 

Vic knelt between her thighs, still holding his throbbing rod in his hand. 
Contempt and hate were plainly visible on his face, and his lip curled in an 
ugly sneer as he roughly spread her legs wide. She gasped from the pain of 
her widespread legs, but her moan only made Vic jerk her legs even further 
apart. 

"Oh stop, Vic, please, you're hurting me... " she sobbed. 

"I haven't even started yet, bitch," he jeered. And then suddenly, he fell 
forward across her body and rammed his cock deep into her still moist cunt 
pushing the soft yielding flesh in rippling waves before it. A strangled 
gasp escaped her throat as her cervix felt the full force of his brutal 
lunge, and she struggled wildly against his heavy weight to escape the 
diabolical intrusion. He began immediately to fuck into her, plowing forward 
with hard, bestial strokes, oblivious to her pain and tears. He reached out 
and grabbed a thigh in either hand and suddenly jerked her legs forward, 
until her knees touched her breasts and her legs dangled over her head. She 
sobbed with the excruciating pain of her unnatural balled up position as he 
ground into her, rapping brutally against the tender edge of her womb, his 
balls slapping obscenely against her upturned anus. He looked down at his 
long rod careening into the exposed plane of her naked groin. He saw her 
pink, hair lined cuntal flesh cling to the hardness of his prick as he 
pulled it out, and then smirked with satisfaction as he rammed it forward 
full force into her cavernous depths. 

"Oh Vic, please... don't... hurt... me... " she gasped painfully, rationing 
out her breath so she could brace herself against the harsh jerk of his cock 
inside her. Tears coursed down her face-tears of degradation at being used 
like a whore without feelings, and automation, and by her own husband! 

Her nerves were deadened now. She could feel nothing. Her husband's inhuman 
rape had brought her beyond pain, beyond feeling. She lay passively beneath 
his thrusting strokes. 

"Move it, bitch!" he spat. "Let's see you earn your money, whore!" His 
brutal, sneering laugh echoed throughout the room eerily, chilling her with 
fear. 

"Move it!" he snapped again, digging his fingers into the upraised moons of 
her buttocks. "A whore has to work for her money." She was dry of tears now 
and was tempted to lie coldly beneath him, ignoring his cruel barbs. But his 
fingers digging into her tender flesh prodded her like electric rods, and 
she mechanically began a slow, feelingless grind up against him. 

"That's right," he leered, "that's a good whore... grind! Now let's see you 
enjoy it! Smile for me, bitch, smile for Daddy!" 

Jackie opened her eyes and looked into the steel-like eyes of blatant hate 
and scorn staring back at her. She tried to close her eyes again, but those 
magnetic eyes which seemed to scream guilt, disgust, depravity at her held 
her gaze. 

"Look happy, whore!" he demanded, "or you won't get your money!" 

Desperately, Jackie plastered a feeble smile on her blanched face, and tried 
to keep it there through sheer will. 

"That's better, slut!" he smirked. 

Wildly, she wished that his orgasm would come soon, even though she dreaded 
the thought of him spewing his sticky sperm, laden with hate, into her, 
perhaps even making her pregnant with it. In her desire to hasten the end of 
this inhuman caricature of a loving act, she increased her upward grinds, 
trying to pump his imprisoned cock, to trick it into emptying its load 
prematurely. She rotated her pelvis as she ground up against his thrusting 
loins and clenched her vaginal muscles as he slipped his long hardened cock 
out of her, pulling gently at it, as if she wanted to retain it inside her. 

Vic suddenly quickened his thrusts again and jerked into her spasmodically. 
He kneaded and dug her soft yielding flesh, unconscious of her sobs of pain. 
He felt his cock grow and expand unbearably inside her ridged sheath and he 
felt thunder building up in his heated balls. But he wanted to put off the 
moment when he would shatter into her warm belly. He wanted to prolong this 
forced subjugation, this lesson he was teaching his erring wife. But 
suddenly, he couldn't hold back any longer. He jerked forward in a series of 
extra-brutal thrusts as he felt the hot liquid spurt forth and race along 
the length of his cock where it gushed out of the engorged head and flooded 
into her quivering belly until there was no more left. Groaning, he withdrew 
his deflated member out of her sperm-inundated vagina, trailing a thin line 
of cum with it. With a sigh, he collapsed on the floor beside the cringing 
body of his suffering wife. 

A long moment passed. Silence pervaded the room and Vic's breathing became 
less rapid. He stole a glance over at the still form of his wife. She looked 
pale and frightened. Her lips were pressed together and her eyes were 
closed. He could see tears glistening at the end of her lashes. She was 
hunched over in a fetal position, protectively cradling herself with her 
arms. A pool of his expended cum lay on the rug where it had seeped out of 
her ravaged cunt. 

Remorse stabbed at him as he looked at her child-like form. She looked so 
innocent, so vulnerable. 

"A-are you all right, Jackie?" he asked softly. 

She stirred slightly, and opened her eyes. She looked over at him, hurt and 
bewilderment mirrored in her luminous gray eyes. 

She didn't reply. 

"Are you all right... honey?" he asked again. 

She stared at him for x moment and then burst into tears. Suddenly, h 
clasped his arms around her. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby, please forgive me," he moaned into b dark 
hair. 

He felt her quivering under his touch like a captured baby animal. Memories 
of his hours spent with Gail, and Brenda, and countless other nameless, 
faceless girls, loomed up on the horizon of his mind, and magnified the 
remorse and self-disgust he was feeling. 

He murmured apologies into her hair, trying to still the trembling in her 
defiled body. 

"Can you ever forgive me, baby?" he asked piteously. 

She raised her head from where she had buried it in his chest and looked at 
him steadily. The disgusting truth that had finally occurred to her about 
her "romance" with Frank nagged at her brain, and threw her in agonies of 
self loathing. Vic had been right to be so angry. Who knows, in her 
blindness, where she would have followed if Frank had led? She was grateful 
to Vic now for bringing her to her senses, cruel and painful as his lesson 
had been. 

"Oh Vic," she sobbed, "I'm sorry too. I really am!" They clung to each other 
in mutual forgiveness, uttering promises never to hurt the other again, and 
both shedding tears of gratitude and self-remorse. 

As her husband held her close, Jackie reviewed the strange events of the 
afternoon. She vividly remembered her own self-manipulated orgasm, and 
bushed at the thought that her husband had seen her in such a wanton pose. 
But even as she blushed, the lewd memory began to excite her. She felt the 
tell-tale burning between her legs where her husband's sperm still clung 
wetly. Gone were her earlier feelings of self-disgust and loathing. Lust 
took their place, and an intense desire for her husband's body captured her 
completely. She desperately wanted his penis plunging into her, this time in 
love, not hate. 

Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she sighed into his ear, "oh fuck 
me, please, Vic, fuck me, darling... " 

"What?" he answered, incredulous, unsure of what he had just heard. Was his 
lustful mind playing tricks on him? 

"Fuck me, fuck me, please darling, I'm your wife, fuck me----" The insistent 
words again droned in his ear and he knew he was not mistaken. 

Her hand dipped to the now flaccid penis between her husband's legs, and she 
took the limp member in her hands and tentatively gently began to stroke it. 
His shaft leaped into half-erection at this new attention, and Vic repeated 
in wonderment and awe, like a broken record, "I don't believe it, I don't 
believe it." His wife, his prime young wife, was begging him in crude 
definite words to fuck her. 

He ground his lips down on hers, dragging her to him even closer, and his 
tongue flicked in through her open, receptive teeth. It played with hers, 
and hers played unbelievable magic back. Her cool fingers grasped his 
swelling prick tighter and began a rotation around its growing 
circumference. Her breasts rose confidently against his chest, the nipples 
already hardened into jutting buds, pressing against his hairy expanse. He 
began to trace hot little kisses all over her soft face, on her neck, her 
throat, her breasts. Still, she clung to him tenaciously, still caressing 
his burgeoning member. 

Suddenly, unbelievably, he heard her velvet voice again. 

"Oh Vic darling, I want to kiss your penis... your cock!" 

He couldn't believe it until he saw her head slipping down towards his 
rising penis, couldn't believe that he had actually heard the words he had 
been praying for years to hear. 

"Oh yes darling," he moaned, "suck it, suck it!" 

She knelt between his splayed thighs, a lustful glance in her eye, her 
tongue darting over her parched lips in anticipation of the new sensual 
feast it would shortly have. 

She dipped her head, and her long auburn hair fell in a gentle cascade over 
his widespread thighs, tickling him deliciously. She flicked out her tongue 
and grazed the tip of the purplish, swollen head which sprung out from the 
forest of pubic hair. She licked cautiously at the inflated member, slowly 
feeling her way in this new game. Her body trembled and she opened her mouth 
wide and accepted the whole head in her soft, velvety mouth. She began to 
suck it, pulling on the head as if she were trying to separate it from the 
body. She pressed her lower teeth into the venous underside and was answered 
by a tremendous surge from Vic as he deliriously pressed his crotch upward. 

"Oh baby, oh darling," he moaned, caressing the soft mane of her hair with 
his hands. He guided her head up and down on the slippery rod, until she 
enclosed more and more of the long pole in her buttery mouth. As his prick 
slipped easily in and out of her working mouth, he began a slow undulation 
up against her face. As her confidence in her new task grew, Jackie explored 
the whole of his loins with her eager hands. She massaged the squirming sac 
of his balls, gently tugging on them. She playfully tangled her fingers in 
his dark pubic hair and squeezed lightly on the thick base of his protruding 
cock, sending new chills rippling down Vic's back. 

Vic gazed tenderly down at his wife's bobbing head. He was enthralled by her 
increasingly more expert sucking, the teasing massage of her fingers on his 
balls. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. His wife 
finally consented to suck his cock, and was loving it! It was her past 
refusal to perform this exciting love-act that had driven him to seek this 
incredible pleasure elsewhere. Now, he wouldn't have to move from home. He 
could get it, right from his own wife, and how, and how! He moaned as her 
tongue swirled maddeningly around his rod, the tip flicking daintily across 
the engorged head. He saw her lips convolute on his thick penis, bound ovaly 
to his rod as if soldered together. 

"Oh darling, oh Jackie, I want to fuck you now, please let me fuck you 
now----" he moaned, feeling a warning billow of heat rising in his balls. 

Reluctantly, Jackie released her tight lip grip on his hardened cock, her 
eyes clinging greedily to it as Vic withdrew it from her mouth. She wanted 
him to cum in her mouth, but she also wanted to feel his cock down between 
her legs inside her, cementing their new understanding of each other. 
Happily, she lay back on her back, a smile of contentment on her face as she 
seductively spread her legs. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

When Vic had dashed uncontrollably into the bedroom, Gail smirked in smug 
satisfaction. This is working out very, very well, she thought as she 
watched the frenzied pair. She was a little surprised to see Vic slap the 
girl hard across the face, and even more surprised when he had whipped off 
his belt and begun to lash her cruelly. Still, she thought, she probably 
likes the rough stuff. She doesn't seem to be objecting too strenuously. She 
had watched the entire brutal scene, unmoved by the cruelty of it. She had 
seen too many kinky tastes to be surprised by anything. She had watched 
interestedly as Vic fucked mercilessly into Jackie, and then she left to 
find Frank. 

She found him in the other room on the second floor, playing cards with 
Adele and Lucy. The girls immediately left when Gail came in, and she sat 
down opposite Frank at the little table. 

"Well, Frank," she said contentedly, "I think we've gotten rid of some of 
our troubles." 

"What do you mean?" Frank asked, puzzled. 

"Come on, I'll show you," she said, getting up and leading him back into the 
other room. 

They looked into the two-way mirror and then back at each other. 

"It looks like we will have no more trouble from our Building Inspector!" 
Gail smirked. 

"And I've rid myself of that little pussy, Jackie!" Frank enjoined. Smiling 
cheerfully, they turned their attention back to the mirror. 

They were just in time to see Vic settle himself between Jackie's widespread 
legs. Her arms were stretched over her head and she had an ecstatic look on 
her face, as she gazed adoringly at Vic. Vic put his hands under her knees 
and slowly, gently raised her thighs so he could have a better look at the 
enticing valley of her cunt. Gail and Frank could see her moist core, pinkly 
glistening as Vic raised her legs. They could see the throbbing hole of her 
vagina, and the tip of her reddish clitoris peeping out from between the 
dark hair fringed furrows of her outer cunt lips. 

Vic gazed avidly at the proffered sight for a moment and then raised his 
enormous prick until the bulbous head was poised at the quivering cuntal 
opening. He could see the ragged edges pulsating faintly in anticipation of 
what was to come, and he tested the giant head for size against the delicate 
opening. 

Jackie sighed at the contact of the smooth rubbery head against her silky 
skin and strained forward to impale herself all more quickly. 

"Oh Vic," she sighed, "put it in now, please... " 

Vic, thrilled to hear the pleading voice of his wife, wanting, desiring him, 
surged forward burying the giant head in the soft warm folds of her waiting 
pussy. She gasped from the sudden vibration, and then purred with pleasure 
as she felt her cunt flowering around the incredible hardened rod. 

"You like that?" Vic moaned through his passion. 

"Oh yes darling... Mmmmmmmmmm." 

His cock sliced through her flesh, gently, tenderly, and Jackie shivered and 
twitched under the delicious thrills which his advancing cock was sending 
through her. 

She winced back a little as the hard rubbery head hit the curve of her 
cervix, still sore from the cruel buffeting he had given her earlier, but he 
caressed the tender spot as gently as a snowflake with the throbbing tip, 
and suddenly there was no more pain, just an incredible feathery touch of 
his cock warming around deep in her belly. 

She sighed as the elongated member withdrew from her sinewy sheath, and she 
clutched at it with all her strength, trying to hold it in. When he had all 
but withdrawn it, he began to slide the delicious length back to her warm 
earthy cavern, all the way in until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls 
smack hard against her upturned loins. 

Frank and Gail stood mutely staring at the lustful, yet tender scene. They 
were mesmerized by the undulating couple, and their bodies began to sway 
imperceptibly to the rhythm that Jackie and Vic had begun in the other room. 

Frank was intoxicated by the musky perfume that wafted over to him from 
Gail, who was standing slightly to the left of him. He could hear her 
breathing becoming more ragged as she stood, rooted to the spot, oblivious 
of everything but the couple fucking in her bedroom. His eyes still riveted 
on Vic and Jackie, he moved behind Gail and pressed the full length of his 
body up against her back. When she didn't draw away, Frank emboldened, 
reached his two arms around her and cupped her breasts in his hands. He 
began to massage and knead them in a teasing circular motion, and Gail 
pressed her body back against his. 

A ripple of pleasure ran through her as she felt Frank's hands on her 
breasts. She could feel a bulge forming at the crotch of his pants where her 
buttocks were pressed and involuntarily, she flared her asscheeks encased in 
the tight toreador pants and tried to enclose his growing bulge into the 
soft, yielding crevice. He began to unbutton the front of her blouse and she 
pushed her throbbing breasts forward against his hands as his fingers 
fumbled at the buttons. Suddenly, her blouse was opened and Frank pushed up 
her light lacy bra and released her hungrily aching breasts. 

Gail felt she shouldn't be doing this. But Frank's hands felt so good on her 
warm breasts as they trapped the hardened nipples between his thumb and 
forefinger and rolled them until a dart of fire shot out from each pulsating 
bud, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. 

They watched in wonder as Vic began to knead the soft resilient flesh of 
Jackie's buttocks, leaving red imprints on the soft white mounds, as he 
thrust in with clean, smooth strokes, and then after a second's hesitation, 
pulled his rod slowly out. They could see the petal-like flesh of Jackie's 
soft, hair-fringed cunt clinging to the hardened prick as it withdrew, and 
the clasping motion of her tiny hairless anus as it moved and clenched in 
time to its sister opening. Jackie's mouth was hanging open helplessly now, 
and her eyes were closed as she threw her head back on the rug. Frank and 
Gail both gasped as they saw her wrap her hands in Vic's hair and pull his 
head down to her neglected breasts. Vic's tongue began to paint the smooth, 
milk-white melons with a thin coat of saliva, giving them an icy shimmer in 
the dusky light. His tongue played with the reddening nipples, pulling at 
one, then the other, twisting them into hardness. Frank's fingers on Gail's 
nipples stroked in time to Vic's greedy licking as they jumped into full 
erection. Vic's hands suddenly released the soft loaves of Jackie's buttocks 
from their compulsive kneading and began to ply the resilient flesh of her 
breasts with his busy hands. Simultaneously, Frank's and Vic's hands cupped 
the large breasts in their grasp together until the nipples met, forming a 
deep tempting crevice between the two melons. 

Jackie, the gnawing in her breasts quelled, released her husband's hair and 
his hands once again dropped to her fleshy buttocks. 

Gail was panting now. The muscles in her body were tautly tensed as Frank 
dropped his hand over her soft unresisting body, and tried to insert itself 
inside the tight band of her pants. But it was too tight. The hand stopped. 
Gail stifled a gasp of disappointment-she wanted that hand to continue on 
its exploratory path. Then she heard the whine of a zipper as Frank opened 
her pants. With his free hand, he eased the tight slacks down over her 
well-formed hips where it slipped to her knees. The hand now insinuated 
itself inside the nylon band of her bikini panties and teased thrillingly 
for a moment at the slightly moistened pubic curls. Then a finger burrowed 
down between her damp ready furrow and tapped playfully at the tip of her 
clitoris, electrifying it into life. Gail shivered from head to toe at the 
electric tingles shooting up her from the rummaging of Frank's finger in her 
cunt. It parted the soft vaginal lips and then inserted itself boldly into 
the tight elastic opening of her cunt. The finger began to search around in 
the warm, hidden valley, widening the cuntal opening and probing deep into 
her deepest recesses. She could feel his huge cock through her panties and 
she ground her buttocks back on it, as much to escape the probing in her 
vagina as to feel the delicious contact of his throbbing prick on her tiny 
sensitive anus. 

Frank began to shower hot moist kisses on her naked shoulders and back as 
his hand still possessively caressed her breast. She was impaled on his 
invading middle finger, and she groaned from the combined assault on all her 
nerves. 

Their eyes never left the copulating couple in the other room. Jackie and 
Vic rocked in complete unison now, Jackie rising her crotch up off the floor 
to meet her husband's welcome downthrust and then pounding her buttocks 
against the floor as he withdrew from her. 

Frank and Gail stared aghast as Vic, not satisfied with his almost 
unrestricted entry into Jackie's gladly offered loins, thrust her legs 
upwards and draped a leg over each shoulder. The whole of her cunt was 
plainly visible and completely accessible now. He plowed once more into the 
soft pinkness, and Jackie squirmed from the force of the unaccustomed 
position. Her hands dug frantically into the shaggy rug, tearing bits of 
wool from the deep pile, completely unconscious of her cat-like actions . 
They were bucking frantically now, their bodies shaking the room as they 
both reached for their orgasmic releases. 

Frank's hands were on Gail's hips. But she was oblivious to everything now 
but the crazed couple she was staring at through the deceptive two-way 
mirror. 

Lewd words in her ear jerked her back to reality. 

"Bend over the table, honey, I want to fuck you from behind... " Frank was 
breathing softly in her ear. 

Immediately, her body stiffened. Her first impulse was to refuse his 
demands, but the lewd sight of Jackie and Vic rolling about in a wild 
frenzied lust of naked flesh had sent tremors of delight through her own 
body, and a spark of desire had exploded down between her legs, sending 
flames shooting up her back. 

With a moan, Gail shuffled the few steps over to the table and bent fully 
over it, resting her upper torso on the table top and laid her face, cheek 
down on its cold surface, enabling her to maintain her ringside view of the 
amatory performance in the other room. 

Gently, Frank removed her blouse and began to slip her panties down over her 
soft hips and buttocks, where it fell to her knees with her toreador pants. 
The cool air on her behind sent ice-cold shivers through her. She heard the 
rush of a zipper being opened and then the sound of clothes falling on the 
floor. She knew Frank was undressing. She felt the rounded cheeks of her 
buttocks, being spread apart by strong thumbs, and then she jumped forward 
as she felt the warm, wet flick of his teasing tongue licking down her 
widespread ass crevice. 

"Ooooohhhhnnnnnnnn," she groaned in agonized joy as the tongue flicked along 
her perspiring split, coming to rest at the pulsating mouth of her tiny 
puckered anus. The tongue mischievously darted and probed at the tight 
elastic opening and she flexed her buttocks to repel and encourage the 
illicit probing at the same time. 

She braced herself against the table when she felt the gigantic tip of 
Frank's cock pressing against the stretched ass-split. She felt his hands 
dig into her flesh back there, gripping her hips tightly. 

"Put it in," Frank rasped hoarsely behind her. 

Automatically, she reached her hand back and groped around until she came 
into contact with the vast rod. A thrill shot through her at the thought of 
this obese instrument skewering her in time to the other couple's frantic 
fucking. Her fingers closed over the massive pole and then she slowly guided 
it through her widespread thighs to the mouth of her waiting vagina. 
Expertly, she reached down with her free hand and spread the already-swollen 
outer lips of her cunt. She placed the bulbous head at the palpitating 
cuntal opening and gingerly tested its size against the circumference of her 
cunt. Slowly, she pushed back, seeking to skewer herself on the huge shaft. 
Then Frank rammed forward and his tree trunk of a cock pushed its way into 
her secret passage. Up, up he surged forward until he had imbedded all of 
the gross throbbing instrument far up in her belly. 

The elastic walls of Gail's pussy closed fist-like around Frank's penis like 
a vise and he had to strain to pull it out again. 

"Aaaaaghhhh... " he groaned, "what a tight little cunt you've got, Gail." 

He finally managed to extract the elongated prick from her clutching depths. 
Taking a moment for breath, he again plunged his cock into her hot pulsating 
sheath, shoving his pelvis forward between Gail's widespread legs. The tight 
membrane of her vagina began to give a little around the giant pole and 
Frank was able to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the 
now-yielding confines of her cunt. 

* * * 

Shivers of delight had coursed through Jackie as she lay waiting for her 
husband to make love to her. And love it would be this time for sure, she 
knew. 

She felt her thighs being spread apart as he knelt between them. He pressed 
his fingers down on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt, and gently spread 
apart the guarding lips. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her 
greedily throbbing clitoris and the quivering viscous opening of her pussy. 
Grasping his fully erect penis in his hand, he steered the ponderous head to 
the moist opening. 

Jackie gasped as she felt the first stinging contact of his cock on her 
delicate skin. Then there was a great stretching feeling in her loins and 
she felt as though the tender flesh of her cunt was being ripped in shreds. 
She felt the huge top pressing against the elastic opening making her bite 
her lip in pain, and then, the tight elastic opening gave-and he was in! 

"AAAggggghhhhhhhh," she moaned as she felt the giant cock surge forward. Her 
vagina was fighting against the unaccustomed size and she felt the ridges of 
his penis rasp gratingly against her tender inner skin. On and on he 
pressed. She tried to draw back but he was hopelessly encased in her 
clinging flesh. But then, almost miraculously, the tightness of her vaginal 
canal eased and she felt the cock slip easily up and down in her resilient 
moistened sheath. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she began to sigh, the vibrating passion of his cock 
thrilling her like never before. Her thighs rose up to meet his member, 
joyfully impaling her pussy fully onto him, urging his surging penis on to 
deeper caverns, high up to the root of her womanhood. 

She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his open mouth down on her 
breasts. Immediately, enclosing almost the entire breast in his mouth, he 
began to frantically rub the nipple into incredible erection. The obedient 
bud leaped magnificently, puckering the surrounding skin, and his mouth 
moved to its twin, which responded in the same glorious manner. Now Vic's 
hands clutched convulsively in the soft flesh of her buttocks, squeezing the 
pliant flesh. His thick shaft rubbed the inside flesh of her vagina with 
magical strokes, and Jackie soared higher into ecstasy with each feathery 
stroke. 

Lord, she thought through her joyful passion, I'd no idea it could be this 
good! She felt the last vestiges of her conventional prudery fly away on the 
wings of her unfettered libido, and all she could think of was that this was 
happening to her with her husband, her own darling Vic. 

Vic's breathing was becoming more ragged than ever, and his face was bathed 
in sweat. Still he slaved over the churning body of his wife, as she groped 
ecstatically for her ultimate release. 

With a sudden movement, he grasped her legs in his hands and swung a leg up 
over each shoulder. Thus her crotch was even more exposed, more fully 
offered to his demoniacal fucking. Jackie mewled with pleasure at the 
strange new contact which this lewd pose afforded her, and she redoubled her 
efforts to skewer herself completely up on the battering rod. Her buttocks 
were pumping furiously now and a look of lascivious abandon crept over her 
crimsoned face. Her lustrous hair fanned out over the rug, and she dug her 
hands into her husband's shoulders, almost drawing blood from the strength 
of her fingernails. Her entire body was as taut as a bowstring, as she felt 
clouds of warm moistness gathering hurricane force in her loins. 

Her husband was plowing frenziedly into her now, aware of her impending cum 
and striving to match his own cataclysmic release with hers. 

Suddenly, she was there. Her arms flailed hopelessly into the rug, and her 
head tossed from side to side. She drove her pelvis relentlessly up against 
his plunging loins and guttural screams erupted animal-like from her throat. 
Through the daze of her lust, she felt her husband's sperm shooting up 
through the long length of his encased cock and then the tidal wave of cum 
poured into every nook and cranny of her pulsating vagina, a never-ending 
flood of love which wrung incoherent cries of pleasure from both of them. 
Jackie arched her back and thrust her tender loins up against him, molding 
their straining bodies together, fearful of losing even a drop of the 
wonderful life-giving nectar. Her usually beautiful face was contorted with 
lascivious passion and animal-like groans of heathen pleasure erupted from 
her lust-wracked lips. 

"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH," she howled, her warm cum juice gushing down the length 
of his still-hard prick and joining on the rug the semen which was already 
beginning to flow from her widened passage. 

Her belly quivered with the violence of their simultaneous orgasms and she 
finally lay flat on the rug, every ounce of energy drained from her 
perspiring body. He lay down over her and she could feel the beats of his 
pumping heart finally slowing. They lay there, arms entwined, as his limp 
cock slipped from her sperm drenched pussy, their love cemented by the 
ferocity of their mutual lust. 

The sight of Jackie and Vic wallowing in the passionate abandon of their 
orgasms sent fresh strength coursing through Frank's veins. Frenetically, he 
plowed into the fleshy womanliness of Gail's flowering cunt. He felt her 
innermost channel squeeze and grip his prick with lazy rhythm, and his 
delighted member pulsated with lewd pleasure at the novel sensation. Her 
hand snaked around and fondled the loaded sperm-sac dangling between his 
legs. Gail arched her back thrusting her buttocks up even further in the 
air, allowing Frank's burgeoning cock even greater access to her warm, 
hungrily clasping belly. She pushed her upraised ass back on his advancing 
prick and moaned with pleasure as the distended head thudded against her 
womb. Gail's whole body twisted and writhed as she groaned in abandoned 
welcome to the huge shaft sinking deep into her cunt. Her breasts pressed 
painfully into the hardness of the table, but she paid them no heed. All she 
felt was his rock-hard cock sliding into her and her tempered cunt felt 
every inch of skin and surface on his rigid, throbbing member. The wiry hair 
surrounding the impaling rod grazed her tender ass-skin, and flicked 
tantalizingly at her anus. 

"Oh Frank darling, do it, honey-do it!... " she moaned through 
passion-clenched teeth. 

She was approaching orgasm, and Frank, goaded by her lewd plea, pile-drove 
his pistoning machine faster and faster into her lust hungering depths. 
Everything was blacked out of their heads now as they rocked and bucked, 
shaking the table dangerously as they sought to satisfy their lust. 

Then, a low piercing scream came from Gail's strangling throat. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cuummiinngg. Aggghhh!!" 

Her body twisted and flailed as she begged him to fuck her harder, fuck 
harder. Her entire buttocks slapped maniacally and flattened back against 
his thrusting loins. 

A low primitive growl joined her high-pitched screams as Frank jerked out 
his orgasm, sending waves of sperm shooting deep up into her dilating womb. 
The hot wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped, sucking at the 
jerking organ like a hungry babe. With an empty groan, Frank staggered 
backwards into the viewing chair, dragging Gail's spent body with him. They 
collapsed into the chair, Frank's burly arms cradling Gail's lethargic frame 
to his chest. They both slipped into an easy slumber then, smiles of 
satisfaction pasted on their spent faces. Gail's last waking thoughts were 
on Frank-how could I have ever disliked a hunk of man like this!' 

* * * 

Vic grasped Jackie's arm tenderly, as he lead her down the street to where 
he had parked the car. His eyes shone with unadulterated love as he watched 
her joyous smile, her shining eyes. In the aftermath of their tumultuous 
passion, they had poured out their guilty secrets and they had smothered 
each other's doubts and fears in showers of kisses and protestations of 
love. Jackie had confessed timidly, "I never knew lovemaking could be so 
good, Vic," and Vic had smiled happily back. 

"And now, my sweet little whore," he said as he handed her into the car, 
"let's go home to our own little bed, and never stray from it again!" 


THE END
