Panty Salesman
by Colin Johnson


Chapter One 

"You can't wear that!" Burt Turner hurled suddenly at his wife, his voice 
harsh and angry. 

"Why not?" Darlene queried tautly, her large gray eyes flashing, her fingers 
twirling nervously around the sash of her outfit. 

"It's . . . it's indecent!" Burt raged, his eyes roaming over his wife's 
svelte figure, accentuated to perfection by the soft clinging fabric of the 
silver-colored romper suit. The fluid cut of the garment emphasized the 
upswept line of her full, rounded breasts and the elastic-tight against her 
blonde, honey-colored hair and pale skin. 

Although it was her second week at work, she could hardly believe that she 
was actually working at Maudie, the fabulous new boutique that had opened in 
the shopping center near where she lived. When she saw the advertisement 
looking for help, she had decided to apply, feeling deep down that she 
hadn't a hope of being selected. Her hopes had plummeted even further when 
she saw the group of girls waiting for an interview, tall, leggy girls with 
wild fashionable hair and with-it clothes, and she felt dowdy and 
old-fashioned in her tailored .pantsuit, and wished fervently that she had 
had the courage to have her long silky hair cut into the layered look at 
least, if not those incredible little screw curls. Still, to her 
astonishment, she had landed the job, even though she had no experience in 
that line, and she had been thrilled and pleased, bursting to tell Burt. 
She'd never forget, she was sure, his anger when she told him, and at first, 
he had absolutely refused to allow her to accept it. 

"But it's only part time!" she'd wailed, "and I get so bored at home!" 

"A woman's place is in the home, taking care of it, making things pleasant 
for her husband, being there when he gets home in the evening . . ." 

Days of seemingly interminable arguments had followed, culminating in 
bitter, angry silences, but she had persisted, determined to finish what she 
had decided on. So Burt finally tacitly relented, and although he was 
generally silent on the subject, once she'd started, rows occasionally 
flared, like the one this morning. 

Sighing, she collected her bag from downstairs and let herself out of the 
house. Her spirits rose when she saw her car, a white compact model, very 
ordinary, but to her, the joy of her life. Burt had bought it for her before 
she'd even thought of getting a job, for their second wedding anniversary in 
fact, and now Darlene wondered what she'd do without it. Although the 
boutique wasn't far, she preferred to drive, and steered the automobile down 
the road, veering off to the right to join the highway that lead to the 
shopping center. The feeling of excitement she had on her first day at work 
had never left her and she experienced it again now. In fact, it was 
something like the sensations she had had when the boutique had opened, the 
first branch outside Cleveland itself, and she recalled how envious she felt 
of Brenda, the glamorous assistant, so capable and yet so light and airy. 
She and dozens of other girls had thronged the small shop on that first day, 
staring at the fabulous clothes, receiving the complimentary pair of French 
tights, with clock designs trailing up the sides. 

Burt wouldn't let her wear hers; in fact, they had mysteriously disappeared 
and Darlene suspected that he had thrown them out. On that first day, she 
had never guessed that one day, she, Darlene Turner, would be at home in 
that almost unreal interior, looking almost as glamorous as Brenda herself. 
But business had proved so good that a second girl was needed . . . and 
Darlene was eternally grateful that she was chosen. 

There was no one at the boutique when Darlene arrived, and she opened it up, 
putting the displays in order, checking that price and size tags were in 
place, before putting on the coffee pot in the backroom. There were actually 
two rooms in the back, one used for storage, the other as a sort of lounge 
and office, where Max Temple, her employer, usually spent his time when he 
was at the boutique. 

Darlene was on duty on mornings and afternoons in alternate weeks and her 
girlfriend, Brenda, worked at the city shop when Darlene was here in the 
shopping center, so that Darlene often had to open the place up herself. 
That was the time she liked best, before the customers came in and when she 
had the shop to herself. Then her imagination ran riot, and she was 
sometimes Madame Darlene, the worldly proprietress and other times just 
Darlene the renowned movie star model woman of the world, able to purchase a 
dozen outfits at one go, confident of her taste and her pocketbook. 

But this morning, she really wasn't in a mood for daydreaming. Her argument 
with Burt had left her more upset than she liked to admit, and she 
listlessly waited for the coffee to finish perking. If only he'd understand 
that she needed this diversion . . . needed outside stimulus in order to 
keep her sanity. But nothing she did or said seemed to get this point across 
to him, and he doggedly stuck to his belief that a married woman shouldn't 
work. She tried to tell him that this was an archaic notion, but he wouldn't 
listen, and she knew that he resented her independence. He expected her to 
obey him, or at least to take his advice, but she wasn't made that way. 

She was a modern woman, accustomed to going her own way and taking care of 
herself, and the shackles of a marriage in which the man believed the female 
should be subordinate were proving too much for her. She felt tears pricking 
at her eyes as her thoughts dwelt on the discordancy between her and Burt, 
but she quickly quelled them when Max, her boss, strode into the boutique. 
With barely a good-morning, he made his way into the back room. After that, 
Darlene had no more time to think for her employer's arrival seemed to 
herald an avalanche of customers and she was kept busy until mid-morning. 

Around noon there was a lull, and Darlene was able to snatch a cup of the 
coffee she had made earlier for Max, knowing that the shop would be quiet 
until the lunch hour rush, when Brenda would be there to help her. She 
couldn't banish the emptiness and lonely gnawing which tremored her stomach 
and her brain was weighted down with deep, unyielding depression. She knew 
her feelings were a direct result of the quarrel she'd had with Burt, and a 
stab of self-loathing irked her as she remembered her earlier resolution to 
refrain from arguing with her husband. But somehow she couldn't control 
herself when he started nagging at her, and her defence of her job took on 
the aspect of a defence of her basic feminine rights. 

She wished with all her heart that things were right between herself and 
Burt, but she just didn't seem to have the knack of keeping the peace 
between them. The disharmony in their marriage was all the more glaring in 
comparison with the wonderful rapport they had when they first were married. 
Darlene could hardly bear to think about those early days now-a time which 
seemed so far away and somehow so unattainable again. Tears pricked at her 
eyes as she recalled the almost incredible happiness she experienced, the 
unbelievable joy of just being with Burt. They never seemed to argue or 
fight then-they just naturally agreed with what the other said and wanted. 
How different it was from now, when they could barely exchange a civil 
sentence. 

A strange thrill shuddered through her as she recalled with sudden clarity, 
the long, endless nights of love-making during the early days of their 
marriage, when the very touch of Burt's hand on her waiting quivering body 
sent shocks of ecstasy coursing through her, when she trembled in 
anticipation as his mouth smashed down on hers, how her thighs pulsed with 
eager acquiescence. Yes, how different it is all now . . . Burt never seemed 
to kiss or caress her anymore, and as for love-making, what they did now 
could hardly be called that. . . 

Resolutely, Darlene tried to steer her thoughts away from a subject which 
caused such unease and longing in her body. As she sipped her coffee, she 
once again traced the cause of their disagreement. It had all started with 
the house. Burt being in real estate, he had an opportunity to really know 
the property market, and when this house had come up for sale, at a really 
good price, he had been determined to buy it. At that time, they were living 
in a small apartment, and were both anxious to find a permanent home. 
Darlene remembered how she had choked back her disappointment when she first 
saw the house-a huge rambling brick building, with a large overgrown garden. 
She hated it at first sight-the awful bow-fronted windows, the heavy front 
door, and the interior was even worse-dark spidery stairway, huge ceilings 
and large ponderous rooms. 

She had tried to dissuade Burt, but it was no use. His heart was set on it, 
and he persuaded her that if she didn't like it even after they had moved 
in, they would sell it after a while. Somehow, she had felt powerless 
against the strong tide of his persuasion, and she grieved silently, locking 
in her memory a picture of a bright, new modern bungalow, with a nice ready 
made lawn, shiny chrome and huge picture windows. It was what she always 
wanted and Burt knew that. That's what hurt . . . how could he insist on 
buying that monstrosity when he knew, he knew what she really wanted. She 
had even surreptitiously visited one or two model homes in the new estates 
springing up all around Cleveland, and had felt sure that eventually they 
would put a deposit on one of them. 

That was over a year ago, and they were still living in the old house, and 
Burt seemed perfectly contented with it. He was forever bringing home odd 
assortments of old knick-knacks, an occasional piece of antique furniture 
and his spare time was spent in stripping paint, bringing up the grain on 
wood surfaces, polishing already gleaming oak panels. Darlene had received 
many compliments on the house, and many of her friends were frankly envious, 
but Darlene felt nothing but a chilling loathing for her home. She knew it 
was the underlying reason why she neglected the housework and why she had 
been so anxious to take a job. Burt of course resented her determination to 
get away from the house and yet somehow they never seemed to be able to talk 
calmly and sanely about the subject. 

Darlene was interrupted by the entrance of a young couple who wanted to look 
at some satin hip hugger pants. As she showed the lovely young girl a 
selection, she couldn't suppress a pang of envy as she looked at them, 
obviously enthralled in each other, the boy's arm wrapped possessively 
around her waist, his eyes full of admiration and love . . . and desire. 
Burt had been like that once, too, with her . . . but not any more. 

Self-pity welled up in her as she wrapped up a stunning pair of 
violet-colored trousers for the young girl and watched them leave, hand in 
hand, oblivious to everything and everybody but themselves. A couple of 
customers came in just then, but only to browse and Darlene found her 
thoughts running rampant once more. Ever since they moved into the house, 
their relationship had undergone a subtle change and Darlene didn't know 
what to do about it. At first, she'd tried to pretend that things were the 
same, but it was no use. It seemed to her as if Burt, her husband, had 
adopted to personality to suit their home, dark, forbidding, old-fashioned. 

He began to criticize her, her clothes, her housekeeping, until she thought 
she'd go mad. It was then that she decided to get a job, when she thought 
she had to assert herself, in the outside world if not at home. She couldn't 
understand her husband's objection to her job, to her clothes, even to her 
outlook on life. She knew, as she glanced down at her silver cat-suit that 
it was just a bit outrageous, and a bit too revealing, but it was tame 
compared to what some of, the with it, girls wore. Burt could never see 
that, though; he seemed to think she was the only girl in the whole of 
Cleveland wearing a modish outfit. Of course, she couldn't help feeling a 
little glad at the realization that he was jealous of other men looking at 
her in the scanty garment, but she did wish that his jealousy wasn't so 
acute or that he could show his affections in other ways. He must still love 
her if he was jealous . . . 

". . . stop in the name of love, before you break my heart. . . 

Think it o-o-over. . . ." 

The words of the popular song inserted themselves into her consciousness and 
once more she found herself biting back her tears. Love! What did she know 
about it these days? It certainly seemed to have gone out of her life 
altogether. Think it over! There was nothing else to do but remember the 
times when she had thrilled to Burt's expert lovemaking, how her body had 
reverberated with the vibrancy of his passion, how she had sighed under his 
kises and caresses. It had always irked Burt that she had never been able to 
cum. But in spite of that, she had always been able to enjoy her husband's 
body, and he hers, she was positive. Then why this terrible lull in their 
love-life, this complete halt in sexual activity? They hadn't made love in 
over two weeks, ever since she had insisted, once and for all, that she was 
going to take the job. An ache persisted somewhere deep in her loins, 
emphasizing the longing she already felt. In over two years of marriage, she 
had become accustomed to regular intercourse, and now her body missed it, 
needed it, craved it. . . . "trying to hold on to what, I don't know, baby, 
please don't treat me bad . . ." 

The throbbing words of the songs being played on the record player drummed 
at her depressed brain, adding to her misery, whipping up responsive 
palpitations of longing and unhappiness. Oh Burt, what's happening to us her 
dazed brain wondered feebly. Where would it all end? If she gave up her job, 
wotdd that help? What was the matter with them, their marriage? If only the 
physical side of their relationship was all right, everything else would 
correct itself. She remembered, with a flush of shame, how, just the other 
night, she had tried to initiate love-making with Burt, and how he had 
roughly pushed her aside and turned over, falling asleep almost immediately. 

Hot tears had washed down over her face, and she was consumed with 
humiliation. She needed him so badly and he had rejected her. Worse still 
than that, was the terrible memory of the last time they had actually had 
sexual relations. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to block out the 
mortifying memory of it, but the taunting image of herself, supine beneath 
her husband, was indeliblv etched there. She could re-member it clearly, 
every minute of it. . . 

She had timidly approached Burt, her hand trailing across his chest as he 
lav in bed beside her. 

"Burt, it's been so long . . ." she whispered, her lips brushing against his 
cheek and dropping to trace along his jawline. Her own body felt moist and 
trembling, her loins pulsing in tremulous anticipation. 

"Look honey, I'm pretty pooped . . ." he'd replied, and Darlene knew she 
shouldn't press it, but she couldn't help it. 

"Oh darling, please," she'd continued, "I really feel like it now .. ." 

Burt had looked at her strangely for a moment before moving over and 
reaching out for her. She sighed with ecstasy as his hands roamed over the 
silken expanse of her waiting body, as his fingers caressed and rubbed the 
throbbing hardness of her nipples, as they rounded the smooth curve of her 
hips, before dropping still lower and slipping between the soft satiny flesh 
of her inner thighs. She was already wet there, and her free flowing 
lubricants moistened the back of his hand as he stroked the erotically 
bubbling area, and Darlene mewled with pleasure as chills of excitement shot 
through her. His body felt hard and hot against hers and his breath ws 
quickening as he buried his head in the valley between her full palpitating 
breasts, his mouth closing in on first one and then the other of her ripe 
bursting nipples. She could feel the thick heavv length of his prick as it 
lay against her thigh, the head rubbery and pounding with passion and 
eagerlv she spread her legs, offering him full access to the warm, pulsating 
little mouth, to her hungry body. 

She flinched as she felt the huge knobby head pressing against the soft 
sensitive flesh of her pussy, felt the insistent nudge as it positioned 
itself against the velvety skin, and then gasped as with a sudden movement, 
Burt lurched forward and imbedded his hardened cock half-way up inside the 
satiny sheath of her waiting cunt. Without preamble, he began to fuck in and 
out of her with deep unyielding strokes and tears burned her eyes as she 
realized that his crude entry had driven away all her tender, passionate 
feelings. It wasn't fair! She couldn't help feeling that he had done it on 
purpose, aroused her by his gentle fore-play and then entered her as if he 
was a rutting animal and she, nothing more than a plaything. It just wasn't 
right. . . 

His prick felt like a pile driver inside her, hot and throbbing, inflated 
with lust, as he fucked into her mercilessly, spreading her thighs wide 
apart with his legs until she thought she'd scream from the pain, bruising 
the tender inner membranes of her cuntal walls with his fiercely pistoning 
cock, until her whole body felt tortured and aching. 

"Oh please stop, Burt!" she pleaded, desperately trying to extricate herself 
from his brutal ravishing of her naked loins. 

"Why?" he'd snarled viciously, "you were the one who wanted to fuck!" 

His lewd word and savage taunt were the last straw for Darlene and loud, 
wracking sobs had convulsed her body at the same time as the floodgates of 
her husband's bestial lust were opened and he gushed out his white hot 
liquid sperm into her unready depths, drowning the unresponsive membranes of 
her belly with the rush of roiling semen. At last, he'd slipped from her 
trembling body, his cock now limp and useless, and in a minute, Darlene had 
heard his heavy, even breathing-he was asleep. 

Darlene jerked herself back to the present as another customer came in. With 
a sigh of relief, she saw that it was 12:50. Only another ten minutes and 
Brenda would be here. She took care of the customer and then spent a few 
minutes putting the shop in order again for the lunch-time rush. She 
couldn't shake loose that debasing memory, and determined that no matter 
what happened in the future, she wouldn't be the one to make the first 
move-not after the way her naked vagina had been used like that as nothing 
but a lewd receptacle for his male sperm. If only he'd been as loving as he 
had been at first ... if he'd only continued to stroke and caress her the 
way he used to, plying her breasts-her most sensitive, erogenous zone -with 
hot, throbbing kisses, fondled her thighs and hips and shoulders in that 
tender, gentle way he had . . . instead he had turned into a vicious robot, 
intent only on punishing her with his crudely driving penis. 

It had been so wonderful at first, that Darlene had almost believed that it 
would have been the time when she could really have let go I ... let herself 
free from her inhibitions. Her body had been like a finely-honed razor edge 
; that had only to be touched in order to leave an 5 impression. Even now 
she could still recall the tremendous physical thrill of her husband's 
touch, the exciting swirls of heat which had f flurried through her body, 
the rapidly rising tempo of her breath, the hot blood pulsing pas- | 
sionately through her veins . .. 

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnhhhhhhhh . . ." she sighed aloud, her eyes closed, her body 
almost ! swaying in time to the insistent beat of the : music in the 
background and her own self-gen- erated passionate rhythm. "Have those 
zodiac tunics come in yet?" 

The deep masculine voice was like a shower of cold water and Darlene opened 
her eyes to find Max Temple, her boss, staring quizzically at her. A fiery 
flame rose up to her face and her \ mouth hinged open stupidly as she stared 
back | at him. How Ion" had he been standing there? ! If onh/ he'd stop 
looking at her in that strange, almost lewd way . . . 

His eyes were roaming frankly over her body and his mouth was twisted into a 
lascivious grin. 

 "Well, you were certainly deep in thought," he drawled, his eyes boring 
into her. "I wonder what, or who, you were thinking about to be so 
spellbound?" 

"I . . . I'm sorry," Darlene stammered, not knowing where to look. 

"Of course, when a girl sighs the way you did just now, with your eyes 
closed, there's only one thing she can be thinking about. . ." 

Darlene's blush faded to a shocked pallor as she stared numbly at her boss. 
Did he knoic? Was it so obvious to him that she was thinking about her 
husband, their love-making? God. she didn't know where to look . . . she'd 
die of shame . . . 

"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your . . . ah . . . amorous reverie, but did 
those tunics arrive yet?" 

Dazedly, Darlene replied that they hadn't and gasped with relief when Max 
returned to his office. Oh God, he knew! He knew exactly what she was 
thinking . . . she had to get out of there . .. had to . .. 

As soon as Brenda came in, at a few minutes after one, Darlene made a hasty 
excuse and dashed out, leaving the bewildered assistant alone to cope with 
the busy lunch hour rush. 

Chapter Two 

Burt Turner stared at the swaying figure of the beautiful blonde as she 
moved in time to the rhythm of the calypso music. The bar was dark and 
crowded but there was still a tiny platform for dancing and the blonde was 
partnered by a youth who looked at her with adoring eyes. Her golden hair 
was piled high on her head, and her eyes were dark with make-up. She was 
wearing a voile see-through lounging pyjamas, in a wild flower pattern, and 
she was wearing underneath a matching pair of beige briefs and bra, so she 
looked as if she was totally nude under the light garment. 

Burt couldn't take his eyes off her. Her body moved fluidly in time to the 
music with an elasticity of its own, and he felt the rising churning in his 
cock from the excitement which was quivering through him. He finished his 
third Scotch quickly and swung around on the bar stool to get an 
unobstructed view of the beautiful girl. Her breasts were heaving and her 
hips were gyrating in pagan rhythm, her buttocks waving enticingly. But 
though he'd never seen anything so physically arousing as the dancing 
blonde. She seemed to exude sex, her every movement a provocative 
come-hither, and he debated with himself if he should ask her to dance or if 
she wanted a drink when the music stopped. He ran his tongue around his dry 
lips, moistening them and tried to still the thumping of his heart. 

The vibrating beat of the music increased in tempo and the girl quickened 
her swaying until her entire body was oscillating wildly. Her frame 
shuddered with almost orgasmic jerks and her eyes seemed to be clouded with 
excitement. Her long slender hands were slithering in time to the snake-like 
rhythm of her body and her flaxen tresses bobbed like a shining beacon at 
the top of her head. Then, with a final roll of the drums, the music 
stopped, and the girl was still. 

Burt, his eyes fastened on the enticing figure of the blonde, slipped off 
his seat and began to head towards her. She seemed to see him coming, for he 
saw her large dark eyes rest briefly on him, and then she turned and walked 
away with her partner, her arm resting light on his, her face turned eagerly 
up to his. A sickening thud of disappointment slammed at Burt, and he 
suppressed an oath. A moment later, the gorgeous blonde was no where to be 
seen, and angrily, Burt left the bar, chagrin and frustration a leaden 
weight around his heart. He had really been turned on by the lovely stranger 
and knew that some time spent in her company would dispel the terrible 
despondency which was threatening to engulf him completely. 

Unhappily, he headed for his car, his brain churning with his seething 
emotions. For a brief moment, he had been in another world when he had been 
watching the girl, and with the prospect of a drink with her later, and now 
-nothing but disillusion. Of course, he'd seen pretty girls before, real 
stunners, but somehow, this one, who seemed to him to be the embodiment of 
freedom and passion, was the only one who really caught his attention. And 
now, there was nothing but to go home ... to Darlene! Automatically, his 
hands tightened around the steering wheel and his teeth ground together as 
he thought about his wife. Their early morning quarrel still weighed heavily 
on him, and poisoned his reaction to everything. He couldn't help it . . . 
everything she did or said seemed to annoy him and he couldn't refrain from 
getting really angry with her. 

He couldn't understand why she had to get that job, when she knew how dead 
set he was against it. After all, she doesn't need to work . . . most wives 
would be glad to retire! He had to admit to himself that it hurt to think 
that he was the only guy in the office whose wife went out to work. Even 
Chuck, who was only working part time and going to school as well, had a 
wife who was happy to stay home in the apartment all day. Why couldn't 
Darlene read or sew or play tennis or something the way other wives did? He 
had tried to fight it, but there was no denying that he felt a sense of 
inadequacy when his wife was out, earning money, as if what he made wasn't 
enough. And then her discontentment with the house really burned him. It was 
a real bargain and he felt proud when he had discovered it, and now its 
value was more than double what he paid for it. 

Instead, Darlene wanted one of those crappy little boxes, the same as a 
hundred others on some goddamned housing estate. He tried to tell her but 
she wouldn't listen, that they were hardly worth buying, their quality was 
so inferior, and almost designed specifically so that the owner would have 
to move in a couple of years to something bigger. He, as a real estate 
agent, knew the truth about that type of house, but no, Darlene wouldn't 
listen to reason. 

He accelerated down the highway, his anger mounting as he recalled his 
wife's opposition to their house, how she had expressed her resentment in 
almost criminal neglect of it, how she always complained about the 
inconvenience of it, etc. 

But the most cutting thing of all was the way she made his inadequacy follow 
through into their love-making. Sure, she responded after a fashion, but 
somehow, he always felt as if he had let her down some way, as if, just as 
he didn't provide enough money for her or the right type of house, he fell 
short in his lovemak-ing, too. 

The damned little hitch! I'm sick and tired of her griping, he swore 
bitterly to himself as he steered off on to their side road, the tires 
crunching as he made the turn without slowing down. He slammed the car door 
as he got out and hurriedly made for the back door that lead into the 
kitchen. 

"Don't slam the door like that Burt, you'll disturb the neighbors," Darlene 
instructed as he stepped into the kitchen, not looking up from the soup she 
was stirring. 

Burt stared at her, anger rendering him speechless, a dull flush staining 
his face. She was wearing a yellow tank dress, with a huge green alligator 
on the front, made out of thin cotton, one of the lines from the boutique. 
Sometimes when there was an odd item left after a run, with no prospects of 
selling it at any price to the up-to-the-second customers, Max gave it to 
the girls, and this was one of them. The light material clung sexily to her 
figure and although it was very short, Darlene liked to wear it around the 
house, because it was so light and comfortable. 

"Take that thing off you!" Burt suddenly yelled, his eyes blazing. 

'Wwha ... Oh don't be silly, Burt! Dinner is almost ready!" Darlene sighed, 
returning her attention to the soup. 

"GET THAT GODDAMN THING OFF!" Burt screamed again, and his voice frightened 
Darlene. What was wrong with him now? If he didn't like her dress, couldn't 
he at least wait until after dinner when she could change it? 

A vengeful gleam came into her eye. Well, if he was so fussy about what she 
wore, she'd show him. Turning down the gas, she slowly and casually pulled 
the dress over her head, tossing it in a heap on the floor, and stood there, 
for a moment, clad only in white nylon bra and panties. Then, without a 
word, she turned her attention back to the soup. 

"Why, you little . . ." Burt sputtered after a long moment of silence, as he 
struggled to force down the overwhelming tide of his crescendo-ing rage. 

"What's the matter with you now? I did what you told me to!" Darlene 
stormed, turning to face him again. 

"You fucking little bitch, I've had just about enough of you and your 
getting smart! If you think-" 

"Getting smart! You talk about insults," Darlene raged, her face blushing 
with fury. "You've been treating me like a dog for the past few weeks, and 
now you complain when-" 

"A wife is supposed to obey her husband," Burt sneered vehemently, "or 
haven't you heard?" 

"You want a slave, not a wife!" Darlene spat, her temper unleashed. 
"Somebody who'll do your bidding and . . . and lick your boots into the 
bargain! Well, I'm not that somebody!" 

"Too true you're not," Burt snapped, "you've no idea what it's like to be 
considerate of someone else, let alone obey him!" 

"Oh Burt, let's not go on like this," Darlene sighed irritably, "the 
supper's getting cold!" 

"What?" Burt jeered furiously, 'last week's leftovers? Another re-heat won't 
make any difference to them!" 

"Ooohhhh," Darlene sobbed in anger, "you think you've got no faults. Well, 
let me tell you, you've got a thing or two to learn, in bed and elsewhere!" 
As soon as the words were out, Darlene knew she shouldn't have said them. 
But she couldn't help herself. She was so irritated by Burt, and so hurt by 
his wounding, and unfortunately true remark about the dinner, among other 
things. 

"H-how do you know?" Burt snarled savagely, reaching for her roughly, "have 
you been comparing me with someone else? HAVE YOU?" 

"No! No! Please let me go, Burt, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" Darlene 
wailed, frightened. 

But it was too late. Burt's tempestuous anger was aroused and she could see 
the uncontrollable rage burning in his eyes, manifested in the cruel sneer 
on his mouth. Oh God, what had she done? 

"I'll teach you ..." His voice was harsh and his face livid with rage as he 
brought up his hand and slapped her hard, jolting her cheekbone as he did 
so, the force of the slap sending her reeling. She would have fallen had she 
not been grasped in a vice-like grip. 

"Waaaaagggghhhh . . ." she sobbed piteously, desperately squirming as she 
tried to escape. 

"I've had enough of your . . ." Burt snapped through gritted teeth as he 
shook her mercilessly, as lightly as if she was a rag doll. He was 
uncontrollable. Everything converged and transformed into a completely 
enraged automaton, incapable of reason. His frustration at being unable to 
talk to the blonde dancer, his wife's innuendos about his virility, plus his 
underlying discontent all worked their venom on him and he was completely in 
the power of a furious demon of rage. 

"Please, Burt... let me go! I didn't mean it!" Darlene sobbed again, fright 
like an icy blanket wrapping itself around her. But Burt seemed implacable. 
There was something in his face she had never seen before-blind, lustful 
anger, a rage that it seemed impossible to appease. 

"Shut up, you little bitch!" he snapped again, turning loathing-filled eyes 
on her, and then, with startling suddenness, he reached up and yanked off 
her bra, tearing it from her body in one movement. His eyes widened as he 
took in the sight of her full naked orbs, ivory firm, as if he was seeing 
them for the first time, and Darlene found herself cringing from the 
unnatural shame of being half-naked in front of her husband like this. 
Desperately, she tried to shield her nudity with her arm, but Burt held her 
firm, guessing her intention, laughing crudely. 

"It's a bit late for that, you little slut, isn't it?" he jeered, as he 
reached down with insolent slowness and pulled off the last protection of 
her modesty, leaving her trembling and totally naked. Burt's eyes dropped 
immediately to the golden fleece between her smoothly sculpted thighs, and 
Darlene could feel his gaze burning into her defenceless vaginal mound. She 
was quivering visibly, her eyes downcast, helpless to even think of a way to 
placate her husband. Her brain searched futilely for something to distract 
him, but she could think of nothing. 

"Please Burt, let's be reasonable!" she began again hopelessly. "Let's talk 
about it calmlv and-" 

"Shut up, I told you!" he grated again and with a growl, began to pull her 
roughly towards the livingroom. 

"No! No! What are you doing?" she moaned helplessly, trying to resist, but 
powerless against his superior strength. 

"I'll show you what I'm doing!" he replied, flinging her towards the floor 
where she landed in a sprawled heap. Her eyes widening in disbelief, she 
watched as her husband began to hurriedly strip off his clothes, and she 
barely suppressed a gasp when she caught sight of the huge protuberance that 
shot up like some prehistoric monster when he removed his trousers. His 
penis was fully erect and throbbing with a new kind of violent passion. She 
couldn't take her eyes off it! She had never seen it so big, so thick and 
heavy. 

"Well, honey," he drawled jeeringly, "will that suit you?" 

Darlene blushed from his lurid question and averted her eyes. But what did 
he have in mind? God! What was he doinz to do to her? 

She was aware of Burt beside her then, his hands roaming roughly over her 
body, caressing her breasts, stroking her hips in abrasive gestures, which 
nonetheless evoked a familiar response in her and she couldn't suppress a 
thrill of excitement from rippling along the surface of her tingling skin. 
She felt Burt's fingers tighten on her flesh and then she found herself 
being turned around, forced up on her knees, head pressed downwards. She 
began to struggle, not knowing what was expected of her, but her resistance 
only irritated Burt further and her face was forced further down until her 
nose and mouth were buried in the pile of the carpet, her smooth skinned 
back arching painfully up to her defensively raised buttocks. She gasped for 
breath, feeling suffocated, but there was no respite for her. She felt a 
creeping shame at being in this lewd mortifying position, not knowing what 
her angered husband was going to do, fearful, dreadfully frightened of what 
he might try. 

She felt his hands on her nakedly trembling buttocks, his fingers locked 
like claws in the soft flaccid flesh, and then moaned with pain as she was 
aware of the satiny globes being forced apart. The strain was unbearable as 
he parted the glossy cheeks unmercifully and Darlene heard the quick intake 
of his breath as the warm secret crevice of her backside came into view. For 
a moment he was immobile, and then Darlene cried out involuntarily as she 
felt the wet slash of his tongue up between the widespread mounds. Oh God, 
it was terrible! It was sick! But he continued to lick hotly, fervently, 
along the illicit crevice and Darlene wriggled in desperation, trying to 
elude the wetly licking organ, but it was useless. 

"Keep still!" Burt hissed, and then Darlene moaned again as she felt the 
stinging sensation of his teeth sinking into the quivering flesh of her 
upturned ass-cheeks. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh . . .stop it! Please stop!" she sobbed as she felt her 
sensitive flesh being so callously assaulted by his savage bites. At last he 
stopped, leaving her backside sore and raw from the perverse little nips of 
his teeth, and Darlene thought, for a brief moment, that relief had come. 
But she was wrong. 

Again she felt the petal-soft mounds being forced far apart from the outward 
pressure of his thumbs, and then, her eyes bulging in disbelief, she felt 
the distinct prodding of his finger back there. Dear God, what was he going 
to do? She cowered back from the insistent nudging at the tiny rubbery lips 
of her naked rectal mouth, terror creeping up her spine like a climbing 
plant. Fear numbed her brain and paralyzed her limbs and her mouth suddenly 
felt chalky dry. 

"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhh . . . Noooooo . . ." she wailed suddenly as she 
experienced a sharp shooting pain which jarred her spinal column and turned 
her brain into a red blaze of light. As the first terrible flash of agony 
subsided she became aware of an intrusion in her back passage and realized 
with mortified horror what it was! Oh God, he had sunk his finger up to the 
first knuckle in her asshole! 

Burt stared down at the smooth white curves of his wife's widespread, young 
asseheeks, at the subjugating sight of his middle finger partially imbedded 
in her tightly clenched little anus, and grinned savagely to himself. I'll 
shoto the snotty little Inch . . . I'll show her who has a thing or two to 
learn . . . 

He rotated his digit, slowly at first and then with mounting rhythm as he 
pushed it forward, f&rcing it past the second knuckle into her soft rubbery 
back passage, ignoring her sobs of pain, intent only on his lewd mission of 
humiliating and shaming her. Her nether sheath felt tight and warm and 
throbbing around his finger and he revelled in the novel sensation of maybe 
even fucking her there. 

Darlene was in an agony of humiliation and pain. It was too much! What he 
was doing to her was inhuman, sick . . . With new found strength, she 
desperately tried to wriggle free, to dislodge his finger from her rectum, 
to escape the terrible skewering. 

"Keep still, or by God, I'll ram my whole fist up your snooty little 
asshole!" Burt snarled venomously, and Darlene immediately became 
motionless. It was no use! She was in his power. She was afraid to arouse 
him even further, afraid of his terrible anger. There was nothing she could 
do! Hot tears coursed down her face and fell unheeded into the carpet. Her 
body felt cramped and sore but she didn't care. She was being degraded 
beyond belief, by her own husband, and she didn't care if she never saw 
another day! After this she would never feel like a human being again. 

She hardly noticed when Burt finally withdrew his finger, or when he placed 
the heavy bulbous length of his pounding cock against the widespread split. 
It was hot and vibrating against her nakedly trembling flesh, but she didn't 
care what happened to her now. 

Burt gazed down at the large, hardened rod poised at the tiny puckered ring, 
and grinned lewdly in satisfaction. Now she's really in for it, he thought 
with glee, she'll he sorry she ever laughed at me. I'll show her who's boss 
in this family . . . 

He positioned the heavy, lust-inflated head against the small, tightly 
locked circle of her anus, noting the glaring difference in circumference 
between it and his cock, but not caring. Revenge was uppermost in his mind, 
revenge against the woman he loved but who was so scornful of him. If he 
wasn't in love with her he wouldn't care what she thought or said, but that 
was not the case. Not by a long shot. . . 

With an angry growl, he surged forward, forcing his blood-heavy prick 
against the small cringing opening, trying to insert it in the tiny 
aperture. But at first he couldn't. He heard his wife's stifled gasp of pain 
as he rammed forward, but it wouldn't go in! With a disgusted oath, he 
hesitated for a moment, and then, blinded with perverse lust and driven on 
by insatiable fury, he slammed forward with all his might, heedless of 
everything but the overpowering need to punish the helplessly cringing woman 
kneeling before him. 

"AAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH ... OH BURT PLEASE STOP . . . PLEEAAASSSEEE 
STOPPPP .. ." 

Her shrill cry reverberated throughout the room as with tremendous effort he 
managed to pop just the rubbery head of his lust-engorged cock up inside the 
vainly resisting ring. 

With a grunt, he held it there a moment, before flexing his hip muscles and 
beginning to push forward again. 

"WWAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH . . . NOOOOOOOOOOOOO . . ." Darlene begged again, 
her nakedly curved buttocks levered up off the ground from his brutal 
surges, her face flattened piteously into the carpet. Pain was pre-dominant 
in her body, over-riding all other sensation, and nothing mattered but 
ridding herself of it. But Burt was oblivious to her agony as he plowed 
forward into her tiny, con-fingers like needles in her flesh. 

Inch by excruciating inch he journeyed on, his eyes closed in exertion, 
beads of perspiration on his face, his hands clutching at his wife's 
helplessly imprisoned hips. 

"Hhhhhnnnggghhhhhnnnn . . ." He jerked forward back between her thighs 
another inch and he had sunk his huge member completely to the hilt in her 
abused anus. He grunted when he felt the hard knob-like head grate against 
her sensitive inner rectal flesh and felt the wiry wisps of his pubic hair 
flatten against the softness of her open ass cheeks. He was all the way in! 

Darlene lay inert, afraid and unable to move. Disbelief still held her in 
check or else she was sure she'd run amuck from the sheer terror and numbing 
horror of what was happening to her. A curtain seemed to have come down on 
her life as it had been till now, and what sort of a person she would be, 
how she would emerge from this ordeal was anybody's guess. Her perversely 
impaled body was one fiery column of pain and she didn't care what happened 
next. She was in fact past caring. She could hardly believe that the man who 
was raping her anally like this was actually her husband! He was like a 
different person-someone she definitely didn't know. 

After a moment, Burt began to withdraw, pulling his huge, desire-hardened 
penis with slow painfullness, grating again against the rub-berily clinging 
inner membrane. He stopped while just the blood-engorged head was still 
inside before plunging once more into the abyss of her bowels. 

"Eeeerrrgggghhhhh ..." Darlene groaned again, all strength leaving her, 
unable even to gasp any more. Wearily, she felt the beginnings of a rhythm 
as Burt began to fuck hotlv in and out of her, her tortured rectum finally 
yielding a little, becoming more comfortably lubricated from the excited 
drops of semen seeping from the tip of his prick. Her face was squashed and 
flattened and her knees were raw from being ground into the floor. She had 
no feeling left in her body, in fact, no sensation anywhere but a burning 
loathing in her brain and a low, persistent feeling of total shame. No 
matter what happened, she knew she'd never forget this evening, never forget 
the humiliation of being used hike this . . . like nothing more than an 
animal. The brutal act perpetrated by her husband had evoked an eternal 
resentment in her which would be very, very hard, if not entirely 
impossible, to ever obliterate. 

She could feel the quickening rhythm of her husband's deep anal thrusts, and 
his gutteral groans were resounding in the air of the room. But she was 
aware of nothing else. She no longer felt his talon-like clasp on her hips, 
didn't feel the surges of pounding penis in her back passage. She felt 
nothing and wanted nothing but the end to this horrible humiliation and 
torture. 

At last it came. Burt was mewling incessantly now as he hammered into her 
from behind her helplessly kneeling body . . . And then, he moaned aloud. 

"Oh Christ, move that hot little ass, move it . . . I'm there . . . I'm . . 
. I'm . . . cu . . . cum,,, CUMMING . . . AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" And he was 
there! His pistoning prick was exploding up inside her as the hot swirling 
sperm shot from the depths of his balls deep into her futilely clenched anal 
sheath, burning her anew ened legs seemed to accent the fleshy fullness of 
her supple thighs. "It's nothing more than a glorified swimsuit!" he 
continued to rail as he finished his coffee. 

"Well, I can't help it," Darlene sighed, checking her tapestry shoulder bag 
to make sure she had everything, "Max said we were to wear them this week!" 

"Max this! Max that! I'm sick of hearing about your goddamned Max. If you 
paid half as much attention to what I say as you do to Max-" 

"For heavens sake, Burt," Darlene interrupted wearily, "don't nag at me like 
that. We've been through it all before and-" 

"You don't even have time to listen to me anymore," Burt enjoined bitterly, 
"ever since you got that goddamned job. I don't mind too much having just 
cornflakes every morning, and even leftovers at night, but when you don't 
even listen-" 

"Burt, for goodness sake, I told you already. I didn't have time to get 
bacon and you know I only go and get groceries on Saturdays. Now," she went 
on, glancing at the kitchen clock, "if you don't get gonig, you'll be late 
for work!" 

"Why the hell should you care?" Burt growled savagely, "after all, if I am 
fired, you can always support us both with your lousy job!" 

Before Darlene could retort, Burt had gone, slamming the hall door behind 
him vehemently, and she knew, from the violent gunning of the car motor, 
that he was still seething. Well, I cant help it, she assured herself, it's 
his fault for being so old-fashioned. 

She applied her make-up carefully, sitting at the vanity in their bedroom, 
and once again cursed the dim inadequate lighting. She promised herself that 
with her very next paycheck, she'd get one of those special make-up mirrors, 
with different lighting for day wear, bright lights and candlelight. That 
was one of the compensations, she told herself as she deftly applied the 
soft grey eye shadow to her lids, bringing out the velvety hue of her eyes, 
already deepened by the silver of her outfit, being able to buy all the 
little luxuries she had to do without before. 

She shaded in the new style plum shadow under her brows and then applied 
mascara liberally, even adding little twiggies to her under lids. Finally, 
she added colorless lip gloss, unable to bring herself to use the deep red 
lipsitck used by Brenda, the other girl in the boutique who had become her 
girlfriend at work. She had even gone so far as to buy deep ruby nail polish 
and matching lip-color, but having tried them surreptitiously in the 
bathroom, decided they were too glaring as it gushed on its way to pool far 
up inside her intestines. 

Burt slammed against her with new velocity and she thought her back would 
break from the force of his climax. It seemed never ending, that stream of 
white, boiling liquid, but at last, he had emptied the final drop inside her 
and he slipped from her no longer virginal rectum, his penis limp and 
flaccid, and fell into an uneasy doze beside his outraged wife. Without as 
much as a backward glance at her husband, Darlene dragged herself up from 
the living room floor and wearily climbed the stairs to the safetv of the 
bedroom where she locked the door, before collapsing on the bed, dispirited 
and abused, and falling into a feverish sleep. 

Chapter Three 

Darlene didn't know how she got to work the next morning. She had wakened 
feeling that every bone in her body was crushed and it was an effort to drag 
herself towards the bathroom. 

She didn't know where Burt had spent the night and didn't care. She only 
hoped she wouldn't see him this morning. 

Having showered, she felt a little better, and did her best to disguise the 
bruises on her neck and thighs with make-up, because the flimsy cat suit 
seemed to hide nothing. Her back passage felt raw and enflamed and she still 
couldn't suppress a blush every time she thought of the dreadful act. At 
least her sleep, although restless, wa not disturbed with nightmares, and 
she was grateful for that. She was conscious of looking very pale, and there 
were dark shadows under her eyes from all the tears she had shed. 

Going downstairs, she felt herself stiffen as she saw Burt sitting in the 
kitchen, drinking a solitary cup of coffee. He rose to his feet when he saw 
her. 

"Look Darlene, I'm really sorry about what happened last night ... I don't 
know what came over me!" He looked really crestfallen and apologetic, but 
somehow, Darlene didn't care. She could hardly bring herself to look 
straight at him. 

"Please Burt, I don't want to talk about it now!" she had answered wearily, 
reaching for the coffee-pot. 

"It won't happen again . . ." Burt began miserably. 

"Just forget it, will you?" Darlene snapped, conscious of sounding like a 
schoolteacher admonishing a naughty child, but she couldn't help it. She was 
relieved when a few minutes later Burt left without saying anything more 
about it. Somehow she just coudn't stand having any contact with him, not 
yet anyway, let alone talk about it. It was too horrifyingly close, too 
humiliating to voice out loud. 

"You look as if you've been through the wringer." 

Darlene was startled out of her melancholic reflection by Max's voice, and 
she looked up to see him staring at her. She knew she didn't look her best 
and hoped he wouldn't criticize her. She knew he liked herself and Brenda to 
look stunning when in the shop and he was some times critical when they had 
taken less care than usual with their appearance. 

"I ... I don't feel so good today," she excused herself lamely. His gaze was 
so penetrating and after what had happened yesterday when she was sure he 
had divined her secret thoughts, she felt herself withering under his stare. 

"Well, you certainly look terrible. Maybe a drink would help." 

Darlene looked up gratefully. Although not accustomed to drinking, she knew 
that an occasional one relaxed her, and she was aware that Max kept a supply 
in the back room. 

"Come out into the back," Max suggested, "we're not likely to be busy for a 
few minutes now." 

Darlene was glad to leave the boutique, and let herself relax on the sofa in 
Max's office. Much as she loved her job, she found it a strain sometimes to 
be continually wearing a pleasant expression, to be always interested in 
what the customer said, wanted or thought. 

"How about a Scotch and soda?" Max suggested and Darlene agreed. She found 
herself thinking how nice Max really was, although she admitted at first 
that she had found him a bit comical, wearing as he sometimes did, clothes 
that were much too young for him, because he wanted to identify with his 
customers, she supposed. Looking at him now, as he mixed the drinks, she 
found it hard to believe that he was nearing forty, because with his tall, 
muscular body and smooth handsome face, he looked more like a man in his 
late twenties. On any other day she would have thought it very strange to be 
sitting here, waiting for her boss to hand her a Scotch and soda, but after 
what happened last night, she didn't think she'd find anything strange in 
anything ever again. 

"Let's hope this cheers you up!" Max said as he handed her a glass, and 
gratefully she sipped the strong liquid, feeling relaxation flooding through 
her almost right away. 

Max sat down beside her on the sofa, sipping his own drink, making small 
talk with her. It was amazing how soothing the alcohol was. Her muscles 
seemed to untense, one after the other, and the quavering which was present 
in her intestines since last night was at last stilled. She found that her 
teeth had been clenched all along and now her jaw was beginning to relax. 

"Did you have a big night out last night?" Max suddenly queried, looking 
interestedly at her. 

"N . . . no, no, I didn't . . ." Darlene replied, forcing herself not to 
think about what had really happened. 

"Then what happened to make you like this? You were like a nervous wreck 
when you first came in!" 

"I . . . I'd rather not talk about it," she said finally, feeling pretty 
lousy for not telling him, after how kind he'd been. 

"Okay, but sometimes it helps to talk about things. Puts them in 
perspective!" 

What he was saying was true. She needed to talk to someone about it, so that 
she wouldn't have to carry the dreadful burden alone. And after all, he was 
an older man, probably married. He'd know all about these things and could 
tell her what she should do about it. 

Darlene finished her drink in one long gulp. Yes, but could she stand 
telling a comparative stranger about what happened, tell him how her own 
husband had forced her to kneel like a slave in front of him while he had 
taken her anally? She shuddered at the thought and looked at Max who was 
studying her silently. Somehow, the remainder of the drink loosened her 
completely and dispelled the doubts she had been fostering, and as she 
looked at her boss, she found herself telling him the whole sordid story, 
unable to conceal the blush that rushed to her face as she confessed what 
had happened. 

"You mean he fucked you in the ass?" Max said in what seemed to be an 
incredulous voice as he poured them another drink. And strangely, somehow, 
his lewd words didn't revulse her as they might have done. At last he 
understood what had happened and sympathized with her. 

"You poor kid," he soothed, his arm reaching out and circling her shoulder 
as she lifted the glass heavily to her lips and drank. "What a bastard he 
must be!" 

Darlene flinched momentarily at hearing her boss describe her husband in 
such terms but the feeling vanished almost immediately and instead she found 
herself dissolving into tears. Yes, he was a bastard, there was no doubt 
about that. 

"There, there honey, don't cry . . ." Max soothed, and Darlene allowed him 
to draw her head onto his shoulder. She even found relief in sobbing her 
unhappiness out on his broad chest, feeling like a little girl again. Yes, 
she was glad she'd told him, almost a stranger, about the terrible thing her 
husband had done to her. He understood, just like she knew he would . . . 

Max glanced down at the quivering young girl whose head was resting on his 
shoulder. He had had a hunch that something like that had happened, 
especially after he had caught her daydreaming yesterday. He had guessed 
that all wasn't right between Mrs. and Mr. Turner, and now, if he played his 
cards right, he could turn thier marital difficulties to the definite 
advantage of Mr. Max Temple . .. 

"Honey, no man should treat a woman like that," he was saying, his hand 
stroking the soft blonde strands of her hair, the other arm still wrapped 
protectively around her shoulder, "a guy who'd hurt his wife like that 
should be locked up. What he did was almost animalistic, screwing you there 
in the rectum, forcing you to submit to him, debasing you like that.. ." 

His voice was soothing as he droned on, and Darlene, in spite of the obscene 
words he vised, couldn't help agreeing with what he said. It was criminal, 
Burt's act, and she wished, oh how she wished, that it hadn't happened. 

"He shouldn't be let get away with it ... no sir, he ought to be taught a 
lesson . . ." Max continued, and Darlene felt so relaxed under the soporific 
effect of his voice. She felt as if Max would take care of all her problems, 
and all she had to do was sit here, her head on his chest, while he stroked 
and caressed her breasts like an understanding father . . . 

Yes! the thought struck home with startling reality. He was fondling her 
breasts, his fingers tweaking gently at the already erect nipples through 
the fabric of her outfit, stroking them with soft, featherlike touches. And 
she didn't mind it . . . she liked it ... it was all part of the comforting 
he was giving her for what she had gone through. It didn't mean anything 
really, it was just like squeezing her shoulder or stroking her hair. It 
felt just the same, too, nice and soothing and relaxing . . . 

"He should be hurt and punished, too, the way he hurt you ... he should be 
humiliated, the way he mortified you when he made you bend over and spread 
your ass cheeks wide and rammed his thick cock into your tiny little asshole 
..." The obscene words sent a flutter of excitement, unbidden, hurtling 
through Darlene and her dazed, liquor-relaxed brain wondered at her 
complacency. A fuzzy warning tried to make itself clear. She should get back 
to the shoj) now . . . she felt all right . . . she shouln't just sit here, 
revelling in Max's caresses, enjoying the touch of his hands on her breasts, 
her naked breasts . . . OH GOD, THEY WERE NAKED! 

In her limp, mesmerized stupor, her boss had unzipped her romper suit and 
had unhooked her bra and now he was cupping the full swelling mounds of her 
nude breasts in his palms. Darlene could see the brownish nipples erect and 
hard, running between his fingers, the aureolas crinkled and excited from 
his touch. A wave of panic washed over her as she then felt his lips lock 
wetly on hers. Oh god, what was going on? She wanted to get up, to get away 
from this man who had so insidiously brought her to the point where he could 
fondle her naked breasts without objection from her, BUT SHE COULDN'T! 
Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to stand up, to pull herself away from 
Max, to deprive herself of the wonderful feeling of being stroked and petted 
so softly, so under-standingly, like that ... she couldn't do without it... 
it had been so long . . . 

"Oh Max, we shouldn't . . . please stop . . ." she moaned up into his open 
lips, hating to say the words, yet fearing not to. 

"Why, honey? Why should we stop? Don't you deserve what pleasure you can 
get, after what you went through last night? Don't you need to have fun with 
another man when you can't have it with your husband? Don't you? Don't you?" 
Max's voice whispering into her mouth was again mesmerizing her emotion and 
liquor dazed mind and her body wanted to shout Yes! Yes! in response to his 
insistent question. But her brain, still faintly alert, was on the 
defensive. What she was doing was wrong . . . and two wrongs don't make a 
right. But she needed love and affection . . . she couldn't help herself. 

Her body stiffened as she felt his hands glide down over her nakedly exposed 
stomach and come to rest at the waistband of her panties. Her cat suit was 
pushed down until it was gathered around her slightly open thighs and his 
fingers were insinuating themselves inside the elastic of her soft, flimsy 
panties. 

"No! No!" she moaned as she felt the hand work lower, lower still until at 
last it came into electrifying contact with the first wisps of her curling 
blonde pubic fleece. 

Darlene's mouth went suddenly dry against his, and her heart seemed to be 
pounding out of her ribcage. This couldn't be happening to her! She couldn't 
be sprawled here, letting a near-stranger caress her vagina with his 
fingers, but- "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh . . ." she gasped as she felt the first 
contact between his fingers and the wet pulsing flesh of her vagina. It was 
exquisite, a hot, burning touch and involuntarily, Darlene's momentarily 
tensed thighs relaxed limply and her fleece-covered pubic mound rose to meet 
the hotly cupping hand that completely covered the nakedly squirming area 
between her thighs now. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnn . . ." she sighed again as Max began to probe with 
his middle finger the warm wet recesses of her throbbing cunt, searching and 
nudging the velvety folds, dipping and swirling in her moistly responding 
depths. It was heaven! It was exquisite, but it was forbidden! She shouldn't 
be doing it! She must, she had to stop him now before it was too late, had 
to put a stop to this illicit probing of her genitals . . . 

"No, Max, please stop, we shouldn't . . . please . . ." she pleaded, trying 
to reach down and pull on her discarded garment as his lips stayed wetly 
glued to hers. 

"No, Darlene, we won't stop," Max said, his voice almost matter of fact, 
"why should we? You're enjoying this, it makes you feel good and it will do 
you good. Besides, it's too late to stop now . . . we're both too hot and 
worked up with my finger in your cunt. . . 

And Oh god, yes, he was right again. It was too late to stop. Even if she 
wanted to, which she really didn't, she couldn't deny herself the surges of 
pleasure which were rushing up through her finger filled vagina. It was 
incredible, like nothing she had ever experienced before. 

Max had rolled down her panties completely now, so they and her cat suit 
were bunched up down around her knees, and her milk-white body was 
completely naked, half-lying on the sofa behind the boutique. Her legs were 
lewdly splayed open on the office couch, her breasts heaving, her long 
blonde hair in disarray, but she didn't care. Anyone might come in at any 
moment and see her like this, but she didn't care. Her body was completely 
out of control, given over to the violent waves of pleasure coursing through 
her, a wonderful antidote to the terrible agony she had undergone yesterday. 

She groaned aloud as Max's agile fingers parted the softness of her pubic 
hair and found the hard, pulsating little tip of her clitoris and began to 
tease hotly against it. New tremors rippled lasciviously through her and a 
thin mast of perspiration coated her face. Her lips were dry and her eyes 
half-closed as he continued to rub and fondle the sensitive little bud, 
goading it into complete rigidity, sending heavy shoots of wildly flaming 
ecstasy scrambling through her. 

"Oh Max, it's good . . ." she gasped faintly, "god, it's so good . . ." 

The older man smiled triumphantly to himself as his fingers delved into the 
soft depths of his young blonde employee's now hungrily twitching cunt. He 
had her where he wanted her now, and before long, she'd be doing anything he 
wanted her to do with him . . . and others too . . . 

Darlene trembled in anticipatory pleasure as she felt the soft fingertips 
hovering around the petal-shaped hole of her nakedly throbbing pussy, held 
in her breath as she felt them flick and tease at the sensitively exposed 
flesh, and then- "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH hhhhhgggglihhnnnnnnn . . ." she moaned as 
they suddenly plunged headlong into the squirming sheath where they swirled 
around tempestuously in an unabated fucking rhythm, thrilling the quivering 
girl beyond belief as her body swayed in lewd rhythm to the finger-fucking 
of Max Temple, her boss. Fires seemed to be burning in every part of her 
body as she gyrated and jerked her pelvis against the drumming fingers, her 
breasts bobbing, her mouth half-open, emitting incoherent mewls. Everything 
was forgotten, ignored, but the exquisite pleasure she was receiving. 

She didn't care now that it was her new boss, a man she had almost just met, 
who was causing her such delight, that it was her boss' fingers that were 
jammed tightly up her churning cunt, that it was her boss who was watching 
with half-closed eyes the frenzied, naked writhing of her aroused body. No, 
none of that mattered, except the attainment of the orgasm she knew was 
lurking around the corner, the climax she was determined to enjoy. 

"Oh God, Max, don't stop . . . I'm almost there . . ." her voice was hoarse 
and unrecognizable as her own and she could hardly believe that she had 
called out so lewdly. But even that was of no importance. He didn't stop ... 
he didn't stop his incredible manipulation of her genitals, didn't stop 
swirling his fingers around inside her desire-moistened pussy, didn't stop 
stroking the fiery bud of her aroused clitoris. He didn't stop and she was 
going to climax soon. 

And then, at long last, she was there! 

A loud penetrating wail resounded in the small back office, and for a split 
second, Darlene's body was suspended motionless, every nerve ending 
quivering almost unbelievably, the pounding of her heart like an electric 
drill, her features drained of color, before- "AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH . . . 
OH MAX! OH MAX! I'M THERRE ... I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M . . . 
AAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH ...!!!!" 

And her body was flailing like a dervish, slithery and wet from exertion as 
wave after gigantic wave of unabashed pleasure washed over her, cleansing 
her of the pain and hurt she felt yesterday, infusing her flesh with new 
sensations, lifting her up onto fleecy clouds of infinite ecstasy, where she 
floated happily before her frame dissolved into a myriad pieces, each one 
quivering with untold passion. Dazzling lights blinded her eyes and she felt 
dizzy, her head swimming, as her body, now a separate entity, followed 
without thinking its hedonistic path of pleasure. It was unbelievable and 
Darlene was sure she'd never be the same again. At last, it was over, and 
her body reverted to a trembling frame of sensitive flesh, but with a 
difference. Now she was satiated, in a new and satisfying way, and she felt, 
as she drifted, oblivious to everything, into a light doze, that she had 
taken an irrevocable step forward into the tempting world of adultery and 
unfettered sexual excesses . . . 

Chapter Four 

Burt sat in the car, hesitating, postponing the minute when he would stroll 
around the corner and walk up to the door of the boutique. It wasn't that he 
was having second thoughts about what he was going to do; it was just that 
he hoped that Darlene wouldn't rebuke him. If she did, he didn't know what 
he'd do; all he had counted on was her forgiving him. The day had been a 
terrible one for him. He couldn't forgive himself for what he did. There was 
absolutely no excuse for his animalistic behavior. 

Only a savage would fuck his wife in the ass like he did last night, he 
accused, and Darlene couldn't really be blamed for giving him the cold 
shoulder this morning. After all, why should she forgive him? He'd acted in 
a thoughtless, cruel way, even though she had given him provocation. 
Throughout the day at work he had wracked his brain in an attempt to come up 
with some way of assuaging her feelings, and had, in the end, decided to 
pick her up at the boutique after work and take her out for dinner. Then 
he'd beg her pardon, and swear to make it all up to her. He would; he had 
learned his lesson and found that uncontrolled temper unearthed a far 
sinister side to him than he'd suspected existed, and he wasn't going to 
cater to that diabolic side of his personality for one minute. 

Stubbing out his cigarette, he took a deep breath and stepped out of the 
car, not bothering to lock it, as it was already six o'clock, the time the 
boutique closed. There was no sigh of activity in the brightly-painted shop, 
and Burt thought, for a sinking moment, that he had missed Darlene. But just 
then, a slender figure emerged from the store and locked the door behind 
her. With a pang of regret, Burt saw that it was not Darlene. 

"Excuse me," he began tentatively, "I'm looking for Darlene-Darlene Turner." 

"Oh, she went home at lunch time" the dark girl answered brightly, "she's on 
mornings only this week!" 

"Christ, I completely forgot!" Burt swore, inwardly cursing his mistake. Now 
his plan was all ruined. Darlene probably wouldn't even speak to him when he 
got home-he had depended on the element of surprise in picking her up at the 
shop to shake her out of her carefully collected feelings. Just mi/ 
goddamned luck ... he raged silently. 

"Can I help you ... or is it personal?" the girl asked quietly, and for the 
first time, Burt really looked closely at her. "I'm Brenda Greene and I also 
work here. Guess you might call me her girlfriend." 

Burt continued to stare at the girl that he remembered Darlene mentioning, 
and noticed for the first time that she was very attractive. There was 
something little-girlish about her face, while at the same time it was 
hauntingly feminine. She was wearing a deceptively innocent dress of some 
sheer fabric, which accentuated the full curves of her body, and Burt 
thought with a wry smile that she must have changed out of the ridiculous 
romper suit that Max made them wear. 

"No," he answered at last, "I'm . . . ah . . . I'm Darlene's husband, and I 
just thought I'd pick her up. But as you can see, I forgot she's working 
mornings this week." 

"Well, sorry I couldn't help you," Brenda smiled, her eyes appreciative of 
the handsome, slightly worried looking man blocking her way. 

"Look, can I give you a lift anywhere?" he suggested suddenly, feeling at a 
loose end now that his plan had backfired. 

"Well, that's sweet of you," Brenda murmured, "I get pretty tired of riding 
that damn bus home." They walked silently to where Burt's car was parked and 
then Brenda gave him directions. 

They drove along rather sedately, making small talk, but Burt's mind was on 
Darlene. At least he wouldn't be late tonight, so she couldn't complain 
about that. But if she locked herself up in the bedroom like she did last 
night, there'd be no hope of reconciliation. He wished that they could talk 
more freely, get to the bottom of what was bothering them both. But 
communication seemed to have fallen through between them and they were like 
strangers, a far cry from the days when an hour was a long time to be apart. 
He shook his head slowly, at a loss to understand what had happened to them. 

"Well, here we are!" Brenda piped in suddenly and Burt braked in front of a 
row of brick townhouses, in a street he recognized as one fairly popular 
with young people. 

"How about a drink? As a sort of thank-you?" Brenda suggested, and Burt 
hesitated. If he accepted, he might be late home again and then Darlene 
would be really mad; but on the other hand, she probably didn't care when he 
got home; she would just ignore him anyway. Well, why not? he asked himself 
again, I sure could do with one. 

"Good idea," he replied and followed Brenda into one of the buildings, where 
it turned out she had a self-contained apartment on the second floor. The 
commonplace exterior of the building had not prepared him lor Brenda's 
apartment and he stood on the threshhold, a gasp stifled on his lips as he 
looked around him. The apartment was just one large room, like a loft, and 
huge Marimekko prints adorned the walls. The ceiling was covered in aluminum 
squares, which reflected the brilliant colors of the wall coverings, and the 
windows were blocked out by white filigree screens. 

A long low sofa was concealed beneath thick, luxuriant furs, as were several 
leather sling chairs. At the far end of the room, near the kitchen area, a 
low slung sisal hammock reached from wall to wall, and just as Burt was 
looking at it in amusement, a beautiful snow-white Saluki leapt up from it 
with incredible grace and bounded towards Brenda. Burt had only seen 
pictures of the exotic animals, and was speechless at the almost ethereal 
beauty of the stunning hound, whose long feathery ears and plumed tail gave 
it the appearance of a mythical creature. After a moment, the silvery dog 
pranced towards the door and bounded down the stairs. 

"That's Isadora, isn't she fabulous?" Brenda exclaimed fondly, and Burt 
could only nod. He didn't know what to say. He'd never seen an apartment 
like this one, and as he sank into one of the sling chairs, he realized that 
his first impression, that of a garish, over-done room, was a wrong one. It 
was strangely relaxing in that over-sized room, the weird ceiling, the furs, 
the colorful fabric on the walls all combining to create a soothing, if 
exotic atmosphere. 

"How about rum and lemon?" Brenda called from the kitchen end of the 
apartment. "I make it a rule never to offer Scotch or Bourbon- that's all 
people ever seem to have!" 

"That'll be fine," Burt answered with a laugh, realizing that rum would go 
down just fine on a day as hot as this one. 

Brenda approached with two tall frosted glasses and Burt gladly accepted 
one. Brenda seated herself on the low sofa and they sat sipping their drinks 
in companionable silence. In fact, Burt could think of nothing to say. It 
struck home that Brenda was a total stranger, the only link between them 
being Darlene, and he certainly didn't want to talk about her. 

Every now and again he glanced at the lovely young woman a few feet away 
from him, and he pondered over how different she was from Darlene. She was 
even more attractive than his own wife, in a striking way and there was 
something very alluring about her, a kind of sensual aura . . . Burt checked 
himself when he found his thoughts running on those lines. He had enough 
problems of his own without harboring any ideas on that score! 

"Excuse me for a moment!" Brenda said suddenly and, rising from the sofa, 
disappeared behind an intricately stitched screen of Chinese silk. The 
beautiful white dog returned while Brenda was absent, and immediately 
stretched out on the floor at Burt's feet. Burt experienced a moment of 
fear, having read that that particular breed was not notable for 
friendliness and he wondered if he should make an attempt to pet the silken 
coat, or just ignore the animal completely. 

"I just had to slip into something more comfortable," Brenda explained as 
she appeared from behind the screen, and Burt gasped audibly when his eyes 
rose to meet her. She was wearing a very short violet colored peignoir, of 
frothy sheet nylon, and her small, dainty feet were stuck carelessly into 
matching mules. Her glossy black hair was loose now, falling in feathery 
tendrils around her ivory, swan-like neck. The tops of her creamy breasts 
were just visible above the soft fabric of her garment, and Burt's eyes 
dropped involuntarily to where her perfectly sculpted thighs appeared like 
alabaster columns from the hem of the robe. He couldn't take his eyes off 
her. He was conscious suddenly of a prickly heat all over, and wondered 
vaguely if it was the rum taking an unaccustomed affect on him. He found 
himself speechless. 

"Don't you find it warm in here?" she whispered, opening her peignoir a 
little, revealing more of the enticing milky whiteness of her curved 
breasts. 

"N-no, I'm all right ... in fact, I'd better be going . . ." his voice 
trailed off helplessly. He was amazed at his own indecision. He wanted to 
get going, to be home at a reasonable hour, so as not to upset Darlene 
unduly, and yet at the same time, he felt compelled to stay with the 
enigmatic Brenda for a few minutes more. 

"Oh don't go just yet . . . you've only just arrived!" Brenda whispered 
huskily, moving towards him in a froth of lavender chiffon. Burt was 
mesmerized by the approaching vision, and the heavy fragrance of her scent 
intoxicated him as it wafted over to him. He squirmed back against the fur 
of the sling chair, strange feelings coursing like uncontrolled imps through 
him. 

"Brenda, t-thanks for the drink . . . I've really . . ." he stammered 
inconsequentially, unable to assert himself properly. 

"It's you I want to thank, for driving me home," Brenda murmured, her voice 
suddenly low and sultry. 

"Oh, it was nothing, honestly," Burt protested, feeling strangely 
inadequate, like an adolescent. 

"Well, I really appreciated it, and I'd really like to show my 
appreciation!" She was beside his chair now, half-reclining against the side 
of it, and her hand was draped across the back. Burt was instantly aware of 
her nearness, of the proximity of her soft feminine flesh, of the exotic 
aroma of her perfume. She reminded him of some kind of she-devil, casting a 
spell over him, rendering him powerless to resist her lure. 

"Y-you did ... I mean . . . that drink . . ." he faltered again, his throat 
suddenly arid. 

"Oh, that was nothing," Brenda laughed, a deep throaty laugh, "I've got 
another way in mind . . ." 

"Wha . . .?" Burt whispered, his eyes locked with hers, breathtakingly aware 
of the heavy thudding of his heart. 

"Another way of showing my appreciation, silly," Brenda chuckled, her hand 
suddenly dropping to lightly caress his shoulder through the fabric of his 
summer shirt. A feeling like an electric current bolted through Burt from 
her touch, and a scarlet flush blazed his face. Her long slender fingers 
continued to massage his neck, and he wondered if he was dreaming. What was 
going on? What did she have in mind? 

"You know you're a very attractive man," she whispered, her mouth suddenly 
agonizingly close to his ear. Hot waves of apprehension mixed with 
excitement washed through him. 

"And . . . and you're a very . . . very sexy woman!" He'd meant to say 
"beautiful" and yet somehow the other word had escaped. He couldn't help it. 
She was definitely beautiful and yet there was something else, an 
overpowering aura of sexual excitement, of mysterious promise, which somehow 
heightened with closeness, instead of just the opposite. However, she didn't 
seem to mind the unorthodox epithet and her hand never stopped its exciting 
lingering caresses. 

"And I have a special way of showing how I appreciate an attractive man ..." 
She was leaning closer to him now, and he could see the soft raised mounds 
of her slightly heaving breasts, ! r'ght down to the darkness of the 
aureolas. A ' shiver cavorted along his spine, and he experienced a sudden 
intense longing to reach out and grab those gorgeous globes, and squeeze 
them in his palms, feel the hardness of her nipples with his fingers, run 
his fingertips along the crinkled brown skin . . . 

"Listen!" Burt said with sudden harshness, his rampant thoughts dementing 
him. "I've got to get going-NOW!" 

"But why, Burt?" Brenda whimpered tearfully. "You mustn't like me . . . you 
don't want me to thank you ..." 

"I do, Brenda, I do, but . . ." Burt couldn't trust himself to look at her, 
for fear he couldn't restrain himself from reaching out and pulling that 
luscious body close to him. He could almost feel its supple softness melting 
against him, feel the thrust of her breasts, the sweep of her thighs as 
their flesh fused into one . . . 

"But what?" Brenda persisted, her eyes very bright, her breath quickening. 

Burt sighed. What the hell kind of game was she playing? Didn't she know the 
effect she was having on him, standing there in a provocative robe hke that? 
After all, he was only flesh and blood . . . there was a limit to what he 
could take! 

"You know very well, Brenda," he said evenly, "what would happen if I 
stayed. After all, I'm a red-blooded man, and you're not a child, either. 
You can't expect-" 

Burt's chastising words were cut short with icy speed as his breath stopped 
for a moment and his mouth hinged open. He couldn't believe it, but it was 
happening. At first he had thought it was his imagination, but it wasn't . . 
. HEB HAND WAS ON HIS COCK! 

Her touch was like a branding iron on his flesh and his imprisoned prick 
leapt into sudden and instant erection, growing under her hand, and a 
crimson flush crept up and reddened his face. He continued to gape at her 
aghast, unable to say a word, wanting her to take away her hand, and yet 
desperately afraid that she would do so. 

"Mmmmmmm 

that didn't take long," she murmured happily, her face dreamy. 

"What didn't take long?" Burt repeated stupidly, his reason deserting him, 
banished by the exquisite rays of pleasure shooting out to every part of his 
body. 

"For you to get an erection . . ." Brenda laughed, and then, to Burt's 
disbelief, he felt her draw down the zipper and release the throbbing burden 
of her inflated genitals. 

"Brenda . . ."he began dazedly, aware that his full, blood-engorged penis 
was standing out rigidly from the base of his stomach, and not knowing what 
to do. 

"Ooohhh .... it's nice and big, just like I thought it would be, Burt . . ." 
Her voice was almost childish in its delight and he was astonished at her 
remark. Good God, what sort of woman was she? Then her warm sinewy fingers 
closed hotly around the palpitating rod of his masculinity, her palms warm 
and perspiring slightly. 

"Ooooohhh, Christ 

"he moaned inad- vertently from the sudden delicious contact. 

Her fingers were like icy kisses on his pulsing flesh, while at the same 
time like slivers of mol- ten heat around his naked cock. He closed his 
eyes, allowing a tide of pleasure to rise up and engulf him completely, 
blanking his brain and infusing his body with incredible ecstasy. 

Dimly, he was aware of the pressure she was exerting on his organ, of the 
feathery strokes she was showering on the thick shaft, and moan after moan 
of joy escaped his lips. He sank back in the chair, aware of nothing but the 
intoxicat- ing touch of this incredible woman. 

Brenda smiled down at the euphoric man sprawled in her chair. Lucky Darlene, 
to have such a handsome husband, she thought without rancour, but maybe she 
won't mind a little sharing . . . 

Burt was in a world of his own. His body was afire with pleasure, and his 
prick felt as if it would explode from the pressure that was building up 
inside it. He had never reached such a peak so quickly, and knew now that 
passion had been lurking beneath the surface of his exterior, carefully 
schooled into place by his ever-watching subsconscious, and had finally 
burst into fully-alive arousal at her unexpected touch. He had tried to 
sublimate the incredible attraction that Brenda had for him from the moment 
he had seen her, because of his preoccupation with Darlene, but obviously 
that force had been stronger than he was. Now, it didn't matter . . . 

A moan of disappointment escaped his lips as he felt her velvety caresses 
cease, and he was afraid to open his eyes, for fear the wonderful dream was 
over. It couldn't be ... it just couldn't! 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh 

"he gasped in- voluntarily and his eyes flew open suddenly as he felt the 
first fire like lash of her tongue against the heated flesh of his throbbing 
cock. 

He could hardly believe it-the gorgeous young girl was actually licking his 
prick! Her long pink tongue swirled hotly and wetly around Ins palpitating 
hardness, sucking and washing it with her saliva, rooting down among his 
dark wiry pubic hairs, curling teasingly under the edges of the bulbous 
head, coating the squirming sac of his scrotum with loving sweeps. 

"Oh God . . . Oh God, it's fantastic . . ." he gasped, his eyes closed once 
more as he abandoned himself completely to the unbelievable sensations which 
were once more taking over his relaxing body. He held his breath as once 
again the excruciating movements stopped and then a new shudder of 
convulsive pleasure spasmed through him as he felt the gently nibbling 
movements of her lips as they closed in around the blood-filled trunk, 
grasping the flesh tightly just beneath the head, covering it with her 
lipstick and warming the spongy flesh with her sweet scented breath. 

Then she had raised her head and enclosed just the smooth rubbery head in 
her warm, buttery mouth, and then with slow deliberate bobbing motions began 
to slide the huge organ in and out of the heated velvety cavern. Her lower 
lip pulled against the veinous underside as the long pole slid out of her 
mouth, until just the head was still imbedded, and then she bobbed her head 
down again, taking almost all of it inside her widely ovaled lips again, 
causing the tip to touch against her larynx, and the wisps of his pubic 
hairs to graze against her face. 

Burt looked down in complete wonderment at the unbelievable girl who was now 
on her knees before him, her shapelv lips ovalled around the vibrating 
lipstick colored shaft of his cock, her eyes closed in pleasure, her face a 
faint pink. Her cheeks filled as she took more and more of the huge weapon 
inside her, and Burt thought that she would surely choke, but she didn't 
seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to be revelling in the act she was 
performing. Isadora, the Saluki dog, was awake now and was watching the 
proceedings with apparent interest, her large brown eyes fastened on his 
wife's working companion's face. Her silky coat served as a cushion for the 
girl's feet, and Burt was surprised to find that he didn't mind the scrutiny 
of the exotic animal; in fact, it added to the bizarre excitement of the 
whole scene. 

The hungry milking motions of Brenda's hotly clinging lips were more 
spasmodic now and the tempo of her head bobbing up and down increased now. 
Her fingers were curled around the thick stubby base and his heavy, sperm 
laden balls were clasped in her palm, and were being kneaded with inciting, 
rhythmic caresses. Burt had never experienced anything like it in his life. 
Certainly never with Darlene, he thought with a trace of bitterness. He was 
sorry that he had to think of her at this moment, but she had come unbidden 
into his head. He was glad now that she hadn't been there at the boutique 
when he'd driven there. 

Why should he he the one to make up? She was as much at fault as he was, so 
why shotddn't she make some overtures of reconciliation as well? He'd tried 
this morning, hut to no avail; he wasn't going to demean himself by crawling 
to her just because he had lost his head and ass fucked her . . . 

His body was a churning inferno of incredible, sexually sparked sensations 
as his wife's girlfriend continued her incomparable sucking and licking of 
his cock, and Burt thought he'd go beserk from the exquisite agony that was 
building up in his loins. He'd never felt like this before and he was 
revelling in the new feelings, enjoying the complete surrender his body had 
made to the passions that were wracking through him. It was as if the 
tension of the past few weeks had suddenly decided to transform itself into 
equivalent arousal and his whole being was united in expresssing passionate 
relief. 

"Christ, Brenda . . . you're terrific . . . my cock is ready to explode . . 
." His voice was hoarse and gasping and his breath was becoming heavier and 
heavier. His face was crimsoned from his rising excitement and his eyes were 
smoky and glazed. His hands rose up suddenly and tangled themselves cruelly 
in her raven locks, forcing her face even further down on his jerking prick, 
forcing her to take more and more of his tormented penis into her greedily 
sucking mouth. Her fingers continued their convulsive squeezing of his balls 
and he thought that she'd yank them right oft from her furious pumping. He 
could see that the front of her negligee was completely open, and he caught 
a glimpse of her full creamy breasts, heaving and glistening with a faint 
sheen of perspiration. 

He caught a hint of the smooth line of her supple body, and through the dim 
of his lust-hazed eyes, he thought he could see the first dark wisps of her 
pubic thatch. The thought that she was half-naked as she knelt before him 
added immeasurably to his pleasure and his brain was inflamed with images of 
her perfectly molded body as it would look completely without covering. He 
felt like grabbing the soft luscious curves, pulling her to him without 
further ado, but the clamoring in his ever growing prick prevented him from 
doing anything that might affect his impending climax. 

He knew he was almost there; he could feel it in his bones, and there' was 
no disputing the tremors of excruciating pleasure which were shaking his 
frame. He wanted the act to last; wanted to draw it out as long as possible, 
to get as much pleasure as he could from the unexpected occasion, and yet at 
the same time he wanted to know the overwhelming joy that he knew was 
approaching. Suddenly, he was sure he could hold back no longer. There was a 
blinding light behind his eyes, and he was vaguely aware of his own voice 
shrieking out incoherently . . . 

"Ooooohhhhh 

suck it, baby . . . keep sucking 

Oh God, Brenda . . . I'm . . . I'm. ... AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH ...!!!!" 

And he was cumming! His body stiffened like a poker and held there for an 
instant before dissolving into a series of ripples like a whiplash as 
thousands of tiny spasms shuddered through him, shaking his body like a leaf 
in a high wind, dragging high-pitched incoherent screams from his arid 
throat as his frenzied cock began an uncontrollable jerking as the first 
gush of roiling sperm erupted from the churning mass of his balls and 
cascaded into Brenda's eagerly mouth. Torrent after torrent of the streaming 
lava flowed into her hungrily swallowing throat, so much so that she had to 
gulp greedily in order to absorb it all without choking, and even then, tiny 
droplets of it managed to escape and trickle slowly out the corners of her 
tightly clinging lips. 

And still it came, each tremendous spasm causing another jet of fluid to 
rush along the wildly jerking tube of his prick and flood into the warmly 
accepting chasm of her mouth. Burt was in euphoria; he had never experienced 
such a total and absolute emptying of his balls as this one and he thought 
his back would snap in two from the frenetic exertion of his overwhelming 
release. Finally, it was over. He had drained his last into his wife's 
girlfriend's willingly open lips, and with a grunt, he sank back in the 
chair, his rapidly deflating cock now limp and soft. He closed his eyes, 
trying to hold on for as long as possible to the delirious feelings he had 
experienced, not willing to look again on the cold light of day. 

After what seemed an interminable moment, he once again felt the warm touch 
of Brenda's hand on his still inert organ. 

"Burt?" his name was whispered and urgent. 

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and found the exciting young woman leaning 
over him. "There are other things I can do to show my appreciation . . ." 
Her smile was inviting and mysterious. 

"What? What else?" Burt mumbled, his voice excited and disbelieving. 

"Oh, many things . . ." Brenda smiled, her full, sperm glistening lips 
drawing nearer to kiss him full on the mouth, her own desire drenched cunt 
grinding against his cock as she began once more to show her appreciation . 
. . 

Chapter Five 

Darlene decided to walk to work the next morning. It wasn't really that far 
and besides, she hoped the brisk walk would clear her brain. She didn't want 
to admit to herself, either, that she was postponing the moment when she 
would have to walk in the door of the boutique and confront Max Temple. 
After what happened yesterday, she felt she'd rather die than face him 
again. She'd toyed with the idea of calling in sick, but knew that it was a 
cowardly way out and would only prolong the agony. No, better to face the 
music . . . and take the consequences. She could hardly bring herself to 
think about what happened. 

Even the debacle of the previous evening when Burt had so brutally raped her 
rectum paled in comparison with what she herself had done yesterday. Even 
now her face crimsoned at the thought of how she had writhed unashamedly 
under Max's lewd fingering of her nakedly presented vagina. How could I? she 
asked herself for perhaps the hundredth time. She knew that the strong 
drinks she'd imbibed had a lot to do with it, plus Max' persuasive 
personality, and yet she could not deny that the bulk of the responsibility, 
and therefore the blame, rested squarely on her shoulders. It was her own 
inherent weakness that had caused her to succumb so lasciviously to another 
man's seductive stripping of her passion aroused body. Now that she had her 
own guilt to consider, her husband's action didn't seem half so bad. She 
knew that she had provoked him, and was sorry. Of course, what he had done 
was terrible, but nevertheless he had become enraged to the point beyond 
control, and she had perhaps deliberately goaded him into it. It wasn't a 
pretty picture of herself, but it was a true one. When she had got home 
yesterday, she had forced herself to think over things calmly, and had 
decided to try and make up with Burt when he came home from work. 

Although she felt that he was mostly to blame, she decided to swallow her 
pride and bring about a reconciliation, and try, from then on, to be the 
wife he wanted, and if he really insisted after that, she would give up her 
job-that would be the price she would have to pay for her transgression. 

But things hadn't worked out that way. Burt hadn't come home until some 
unearthly hour in the morning-in fact, she was barely awake when he did slip 
into bed beside her, and then they both overslept this morning and he had 
rushed off to work in a foul humor. Of course she wondered where he had been 
until such a late hour last night, and couldn't help feeling that he had 
stayed away so that he wouldn't have to face her . . . but nevertheless, she 
still planned to call a truce to their differences this very evening, as 
soon as he came home. But now her boss, Max Temple had to be faced. 

There was nothing else for it really, except act as if nothing had happened. 
That would be difficult; she felt she only had to look at him to remember 
how her naked hips had churned and gyrated wildly as his middle finger 
plunged far up into her body; how she had screamed out her orgasm as her 
vagina had clasped shamelessly around the pleasure-giving digit ... oh God, 
it was too terrible to think about it. There was no point in asking herself 
why she had done it, what had come over her ... it was obvious! She hated 
herself for letting herself get into the position of being overpowered by a 
drink, of letting her feelings show through when she should have kept them 
to herself. She even felt dreadful about telling a near-stranger about her 
husband and her private affairs. How could I have been so stupid? 

She was aware of her walking slowing down as she approached the shopping 
center. No, she'd just have to be as cold and distant as she could; show her 
boss that yesterday was all a mistake, and that nothing like that would ever 
happen again. If he got angry over her coolness, then she'd just have to 
resign-if he didn't fire her first. She blinked back tears at the thought of 
losing the job she loved so much, but knew that there was no other way out. 
Stoically, she resolutely headed towards the boutique, her heart thumping, 
her face set and drawn. 

Max Temple kept his eyes glued on the front door. He came to the boutique 
early this morning, wanting to be there before Darlene arrived. All night 
long he couldn't stop thinking about his new young married employee. There 
was something elusive about her, some mysterious quality which made him want 
to know more. He'd been surprised at how hot she'd become after he started 
finger fucking her; expert that he was, he never guessed the explosive 
interior that lurked beneath that cool countenance. Now she really intrigued 
him. Of course she had right from the first, when she came for the 
interview. There was something different about her, and although she wasn't 
quite appropriate for the job, or so he thought at the time, he was 
determined to find out more about her. Her milk and honey complexion, her 
calm un-fluttered manner, all aroused his interest ... he had a penchant for 
disturbing the tranquillity of girls like Darlene, of showing them just how 
much they needed a strange man now and then, even they swore to themselves 
that could be true to their husbands and were complete without one. Oh yes, 
he had a long way to go with this little number... 

His eyes lit up when he saw her step hesitantly up to the door and he 
instinctively sensed her apprehension as she slowly came into the shop. 

"Good morning, Darlene!" he called brightly, "how do you feel today?" His 
question seemed innocuous enough, but Darlene couldn't help flushing. 

"I'm fine, thank you," she said in what she hoped was an icy voice. 

Max smirked to himself, pleased to see her composure ruffled. 

"I hope you're none the worse for our little . . . ah . . . indiscretion 
yesterday!" 

Darlene's face turned a chalky white, and she had difficulty controlling her 
voice. Oh God, was he not going to let her forget, the momentary lapse of 
her morals?" 

"Please, I'd rather not talk about it," she said pleadingly, afraid to look 
at him. 

"Well, I would like to talk about it, honey," Max grinned, nibbing his hands 
together. "You sure were a sight, all naked with your legs spread, and your 
hot little pussy just dying for my fingers to fuck it until it exploded . . 
." 

"Oh stop it!" Darlene begged, tears spilling down her cheeks. "It was all a 
mistake ... I was ... I was drunk!" 

"I know you were, baby, but that didn't stop you from enjoying having my 
fingers fucking up inside your tight little cunt. . ." 

A flush of embarrassment reddened Darlene's face. Oh, why couldn't he stop, 
stop using those horrible words, let her forget. . . 

She gasped aloud as she felt his hard unyielding grip on her arm and 
desperately she tried to push him away. 

"Let me go!" she shrieked suddenly, fear rising inside her like a leaden 
blanket. 

"Why, honey? Yesterday you didn't mind it . . ." Max's voice was slightly 
belligerent now and his face was ominously close to hers. 

"I didn't! I didn't! It was a mistake, please let me go, please Max . .." 

"Not so fast, baby," Max leered again, and then his mouth was smashing down 
on hers, crushing her lips in a tight savage kiss that cut off her breath 
and panicked her to the very marrow of her bones. A feeling of revulsion 
swamped her and she thought she'd faint away from his grinding kiss and from 
the sickening feeling of his hands roaming freely over her quivering body. 

At last, presence of mind returned to her, and with a swift movement, she 
delivered a hard stinging kick to his shin with her heavy soled shoes, and 
he jerked back, his voice raised in obscenities. 

"You fucking little bitch . . . how dare you do that to me!" 

Darlene backed against the wall, afraid of what she had done, wondering if 
she should leave now or try to bluff her way out of it. But she had no 
choice, for Max grabbed her once more with vicious suddenness, and without a 
word, dragged her towards the small back office. 

"No! No! Stop! Stop!" she yelled furiously, but it was no use. 

Her enraged employer was deaf to her cries and he shoved her bodily into the 
office, slamming the door shut behind them. He glared at her with cold fury 
in his eyes, his chest heaving, his hands doubled into fists. 

"You little firebrand, I'll show you whose boss around here!" 

"Let me go!" Darlene commanded, her voice cold. "You can't get away with 
this." 

"Baby, after what I did yesterday, I can get away with anything . . ." his 
voice was a cold, lacivious sneer. 

"Let me out of here," Darlene said again, ignoring his remark, and heading 
resolutely for the door. 

"Not so fast, honey, you and I have a little talking to do first," Max 
insisted, holding her firmly by the wrist, his face angry. But there was 
something else mirrored in his face-something which frightened Darlene even 
more . . . she caught a glimpse of naked animal, lust! 

"I . . . I've nothing to say to you," she protested weakly, fear growing 
inside her. 

"I think you do, especially after you hear what I've got to say first." 
Max's vo:ce was oily and persuasive and Darlene shivered with apprehension. 
Why couldn't he leave her alone? 

"You and I got along pretty well yesterday, didn't we, honey," he went on, 
his eyes searching hers, "so I said to myself, why not get really acquainted 
with the frustrated little Mrs. Turner!" 

Darlene's eyes widened in horror as she stared back at him. What did he 
mean? What ' terrible thing did he have on his mind? 

"So how about, it, honey? How about us picking up where we left off 
yesterday?" 

"I d-don't know w-what you mean . . ." she faltered helplessly, her eyes 
reflecting the terrible terror growing inside her. 

 "Sure you do, baby. Just think how much you I liked my fingers inside that 
hot cunt of yours yesterday. You can't deny that you did. I'm sure you'd 
really dig my cock in there ..." 

"NO!" Darlene's scream resounded in the room jolting even herself with its 
intensity. Desperate, she tried to struggle, tried to get away from this 
disgusting man who was saying such obscene things to her. Oh, how coidd she 
have ever thought him nice yesterday ... 

"You wouldn't like that husband of yours to hear about our little game 
yesterday, now would you?" Max taunted, his voice sinister. 

"My h-husband?" Darlene whispered disbelievingly. "You wouldn't! Oh, you 
couldn't!" 

 "Why not? There's nothing to stop me telling him just what went on . . ." 

"He wouldn't believe you!" she hurled without much conviction. 

"Oh I don't know," Max mused, "somehow, from what you told me, he doesn't 
seem to be very reasonable, especially as far as you are concerned. In fact, 
I might be inclined to think he was the downright jealous type .. ." 

He was right! Darlene realized with a sinking heart. Burt would be only too 
glad to grasp at something which would blacken her further. He'd kill her . 
. . 

"Oh please Max," she began again, trying to be wheedling, "please don't make 
me do anything like that. .." 

Max laughed, a coarse chilling laugh, which sent shivers racing up Darlene's 
spine. Instinctively she knew she'd get no mercy from him. 

"You just be a good girl," Max soothed, his hand caressing her shoulder, his 
eyes devouring her quivering body, "and you won't get hurt .. ." 

Suddenly, he grabbed her towards him again and once more she felt the 
crushing weight of his mouth bruising down on hers. This time she didn't 
struggle ... it was no use; it would only make things worse. Perhaps, if she 
appeared to acquiesce, he wotdd stop after a kiss or two ... 

Max sensed her submission and was exultant. The little bitch is playing 
right into my hands Darlene flinched as she felt his hands grasp her 
breasts, stifled a cry as he squeezed them hard, was aware of the treachery 
in her nipples as they rose into turgidity. Her head was swimming, and she 
wondered if she was only having a nightmare. It couldn't be real, it was too 
terrible . . . 

"No! No! Please no!" she called out suddenly as she felt his hand lower the 
zipper of her catsuit. Vainly, she tried to resist, to wriggle away from 
him, but it was futile. He was holding her firmly, and her flesh crawled as 
the soft garment fell away and she felt his bare hands on her exposed skin. 
Tears brimmed her eyes as the satiny outfit slid down her body, revealing 
the shining whiteness of her bra, further still to expose the lace of her 
thin white panties, still lower till it was discarded on the floor. Darlene 
felt like hiding under a stone; anything to get away from the crude lustful 
stare of this ; deranged man. His eyes were boring into her breasts, 
hungrily taking in every inch of the creamy flesh and revulsion threatened 
to nauseate her as she stood there, feeling like a beast ; at a market. 

She groaned piteously as she felt his impatient fumbling at the clasp of her 
bra, and humiliation poured through her as she felt her full ripe breasts 
fall free and shrivel in the unaccustomed air. She heard his quick intake of 
breath as he stared at the lovely rounded globes and she was filled with new 
self-loathing at the degradation of her position. Disgust shuddered through 
her as she stood there, almost completely naked, her face burning with 
shame. She had never felt anything like the debasement she was undergoing 
now. Her boss, Max's, eyes burned like red coals into her flesh and she 
could feel his hot breath searing into her trembling skin. His hands reached 
up and caressed the smooth curve of her waist and then dropped lingeringly 
to fondle the flared softness of his hips. She moaned again, a piteous, 
futile moan as she felt his fingers scratch at the, waistband of her panties 
and then he was easing them down, his breath ragged at the enthralling sight 
of her exposed nudity. 

Hoping against hope, she turned tear-filled eyes to him. 

"Oh please Max, I'll do anything . . . but not this . . . please not this . 
. . Burt would kill me Her plea was answered by a coarse guffaw, and Darlene 
knew that there was no hope. He was without mercy, without a shred of 
compassion as far as she was concerned. He was fully intent on getting his 
own way and there was nothing she could do about it. Hoplessness swept over 
her and her body was once more wracked with sobs. She was his to do with 
what he wished, and there was no way of stopping him. She was a puppet in 
his hands and all because of her own weakness in succumbing to his lewd 
fingering of her traitorous vagina yesterday. Dear God, what have I done to 
deserve this? her brain screamed uncomprehendingly, and then she winced 
suddenly, her blood running cold, as she felt the first insidious touch of 
Max's fingers as they brushed against her fearfully quivering pubic mound. 
Without hesitation, and with the confidence of familiarity, they dipped 
lower still, insinuating themselves between the moist soft folds of her 
cringing little pussy. Oh God, it was just like yesterday, only then she had 
enjoyed it, and now, she liated it. . . she couldn't stand him touching her 
there in a place that by all rights belonged only to her husband . 

She was bereft of tears now. There was no feeling left inside her, just an 
aching numbness and a sense of unreality, that this wasn't really happening. 
None of this would have happened, she castigated herself, if I had listened 
to Burt in the first place, and the knowledge that she alone was almost 
completely to blame for her predicament made matters unbearable. 

Max's fingers were probing more insistently in the soft inner reaches of her 
tense vagina, and miserable though she felt, Darlene could not suppress the 
tremor of response that shivered through her mutinous body. Against her 
will, she found her loins beginning to establish a tiny responsive churning 
rhythm in answer to his manual stroking, and heat was rising in her feverish 
pubic area, sending hated little ripples of pleasure scurrying along her 
thighs. Her cheeks crimsoned at the knowledge of her body's submission and 
yet there was nothing she could do about it. 

Max continued to stare at her steaming body, scarcely aware of her 
acquiescence, consumed with the fury of his own tumultuous passion. His cock 
felt like a lighted stick of dynamite and the exciting proximity of the 
lovely married young woman, plus the success of his seductive scheme, made 
him impatient and urged him to move faster. But he cautioned himself to take 
his time and not rush things ... it would be all the sweeter for the delay. 
But unable to stand it any longer, he unzipped his pants and his huge, thick 
cock rose up excitedly, fully erect, the head red and bulbous, the long tube 
veinous and swollen. Darlene heard the whirr of the zipper and instinctively 
her eyes flew to her employer's crotch. Her eyes widened in undisguised 
horror and her mouth hung open in terror as she saw the heavy, throbbing rod 
of flesh. God! She had never seen anything so big! It was enormous. 

"Big, isn't it, honey?" Max leered, as if reading her thoughts, his fingers 
closing around the wide, basal circumference. Darlene couldn't take her eyes 
away from it, staring at it in lewd fascination as it danced before her like 
a mocking cobra. Involuntarily, she pulled back, struggling to release 
herself from Max's grasp, her eyes still glued on the palpitating shaft in 
front of her. 

"Hey not so fast . . ." Max called blindly, reaching out for her awkwardly, 
taken off guard by her sudden movement, Darlene gasped and made a desperate 
attempt to run, but her almost-discarded garment was still tan- ) gled about 
her ankles, and with appalling swiftness, the floor was rising up to meet 
her. 

With a sickening thud, she landed on the rug, arms and legs akimbo, and when 
the swirling in her head stopped she looked up to see Max hovering over her, 
a malicious look of triumph contorting his face. 



"You can't get away from me, baby . . . you might as well face it . . ." he 
leered, running his thick wide tongue over his lips in anticipatory glee.
 "No . . . No . . ." Darlene whimpered, her voice a mere whisper, and her 
heart sunk to the pit of her stomach as she realized that what her boss said 
was true. She couldn't get away from him . . . Dimly, she wondered if she 
should try screaming, in the hope that a customer would hear her and come 
rushing to the rescue. But Max, once more as if he was reading her thoughts, 
interrupted. 



"Now there'll be nothing to disturb us . . . that "Closed Till 1:00" sign I 
put on the door will make sure of that..." 

He had thought of everything. He must have planned all this, this morning, 
before I came in, she reflected dismally, cursing herself again for being 
such a naive little fool. 

Darlene had no time to protest when she saw Max settle himself on his hands 
and knees beside her, his huge desire-hardened penis waving menacingly in 
front of him. His face was drawing nearer to her and panicked, Darlene tried 
to avert hers; but it was too late. His mouth came crashing down on her 
lips, cutting off her breath with abrupt violence, and then his tongue was 
pressing against her teeth, forcing them to part, and then was curling 
around inside her warmly protecting mouth, dabbing suggestively at her own 
tongue, probing at her larynx. 

She could feel his knees prying her thighs apart and shuddered when she felt 
his heavy weight descend over her. Oh God please no . . . she whimpered 
silently, tears coursing down her face again. Again she felt the hard 
contact of his fingers on her soft vaginal flesh and felt the warm velvety 
folds being parted. A sudden rush of air chilled her tender nether split and 
shivers cavorted along the satiny skin of her inner thighs. 

Max stared at the voluptuous looking little cunt he had unearthed with 
bulging eyes. His fingers were firmly holding the thin, blonde-fringed lips 
apart and he was able to see the small crinkly inner lips collaring the 
roseate, 

 petal-shaped hole of her pussy, and the small reddish tip of her clitoris 
was just barely visible peeping through the wisps of straw-colored pubic 
hair. His lust-brimming eyes swept along 

the sensuously naked curves of her body, along the flat expanse of her 
stomach up to where her trembling breasts rose like twin brown-capped 

peaks from the white of her torso. 

Eagerly, his fingers circled the pounding base of his engorged cock and 
slowly, carefully, he began to guide it towards the moist viscous opening to 
her body. He felt her pull back wildly at the 

first glaring contact between the hard rubbery 

 head of his lust-inflated prick and her soft, quivering cuntal membrane, 
and he held the hardened tip there, parting the thin, blonde pubic 

curls and rotating it slightly, lubricating it in preparation of what was to 
come. He could hardly believe that he had actually reached this point . . . 
that he had the lovely, creamy body 

of the cool and beautiful Darlene Turner, stripped naked and at his mercy, 
that he could fuck it as he wished. He could hardly believe it, but it was 
true! All his planning had reached fruition and the waiting had been worth 
it. 

Darlene lay there unmoving, her mouth dry, her heart a painful dull thud in 
her ribcage. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this moment, the 
moment when she was on the brink of being ravaged by someone she barely 
knew. She had never dreamed that such a thing could happen to her, and yet, 
it was happening, and she was powerless to stop it. 

She bit back a gasp of horror as she felt the first insistent nudge of her 
employer's heavy blood-filled penil head against her vagina, steeling 
herself for the onslaught that was to come. Please God, let me faint, she 
prayed silently, 7 don't think I can hear it . . . 

"AAAAGGGGHHHH . . .!!!" She screamed suddenly as unbelievable pain shot 
through her and a dull flesh-splitting hardness speared up into her nakedly 
upturned vagina. Her hands twisted themselves into tight littls fists, and 
she dug her teeth into her lower lip to offset the terrible pain below. And 
then . . . . "WWWWAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH . . . NOOOOOOO!!!" Her scream 
reverberated throughout the room as with a heavy, forceful surge, Max lunged 
forward and succeeded in imbedding the rubbery head of his bulbous cock half 
way up inside her squirming vaginal sheath. He held it there for a moment, 
feeling the wet, heated throbbing of her futilely resisting cuntal walls, 
before attempting to plow forward again. 

"Uuuuugggghhhnnnnnnnnhhh . . . stop, it hurts! Oh god, It hurts!" she sobbed 
wildly, her legs flailing insanely out around his hips, her pelvis bucking 
helplessly down into the rug in an attempt to dislodge the unwanted 
intruder. With a final animalistic grunt, Max pushed forward once more and 
this time sunk his thick, rock-hard cock to the hilt in her wide stretched 
cuntal sheath. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh . . . god!" she wailed, her thighs widely splayed, her 
knees bent crookedly, her vagina open and accessible to her employer's 
brutal assault. 

Max looked down at the innocent beauty of her pain contorted face in 
triumphant satisfaction, his own face red with exertion, his fingers dug 
tightly into her helplessly straining thighs. Hungrily, he flexed his 
hardness inside her, rubbing the smooth rubbery head against the tip of her 
cervix, insinuating himself into the far hidden depths of her open belly. 

Darlene's vagina felt totally filled and used as she lay there. She felt as 
if the secret of her femininity had been discovered and exploited by the man 
lodged tightly between her thighs and knew she would never be the same after 
this. Her body was soiled, dirtied, an open book from now on to the man who 
was so coldly plundering her. She moaned again as she felt Max begin a 
teasing withdrawal, gasped as the tightly clasping skin of her pussy pulled 
protes-tingly out with the departing shaft. His withdrawal eased the dull 
ache of his size a little, but without respite, he lunged forward again, 
raising her naked buttocks all the way up off the rug as he rammed savagely 
onward. 

"NOOOOoooooooo . . ." she cried piteously, helplessly, an unwilling victim 
of his brutal fucking. Her trembling interior cunt walls seemed to relax a 
little this time, lubricating themselves more wetly in time for the next 
inward stroke and the pain wasn't so bad as he began to fuck ruthlessly in 
and out of her slowly widening vaginal channel. His hands reached up 
suddenly and closed in claw-like on her throbbing breasts, squeezing the 
soft white mounds until little red weals appeared on the ivory colored 
flesh. His fingers teased the hardened little knobs of her nipples 
unmercifully, while his pelvis continued to smash into her widespread loins 
with the power of a sledgehammer. 

The wet sluicing sounds of his driving cock as it fucked rhythmically into 
her etched itself [ on her brain, lulling her with its crazy rhythm. It 
isn't fair, she thought pitifully, why did this i have to happen to me? She 
was at a disadvantage, she knew, because she was weaker than I he was. She 
was at his mercy, forced to submit to his desires, like a . . . like a 
whore! For the first time, she felt real compassion for those women whom 
circumstances had forced into a total dependency on men, an absolute 
submission to their lewd desires. Now she was no better than they were, a 
victim of her own weakness, brought to a terrible downfall by her own 
obstinancy and mulishness. If I had only listened to Burt . . . Burt! 

She thought of her husband, and wondered wildly what he'd say if he knew 
another man was fucking her. He'd never forgive her; he'd finish with her 
for good and all, divorce her without question. The thought was too terrible 
to contemplate . . . and yet, some of it was his fault too. That dreadful 
anal rape he had subjected her to ... it had really all started with that, 
and then, where had he been last night? Wild thoughts conjured themselves up 
in her fevered brain, reality merged with fantasy, but at the back of it all 
there was an insistent cry, something she wanted to shut out, to deny . . . 
but it was no use ... it wouldn't be denied . . . she was beginning to enjoy 
it! No! No! her brain shrieked crazily, but it was too late. Her body was 
beginning to ENJOY the crazed lovemaking that her boss, Max Temple, was 
giving her! Shame flooded her face in a scarlet mask, but it was quickly 
forgotten as a lewd wave of intense, uncontrollable pleasure washed through 
her, followed quickly by innumerable tiny licking flames of obscene desire. 

There was no doubt about it now, her body had betrayed her and was revelling 
now in the crude impalement it was being subject to by her lustful boss. And 
... it was doing it in a licentious way it had never done before, even for 
her own husband! 

Max immediately sensed her struggle against acquiescence and smiled. It was 
always the same with these prudish married chicks, acting all coy and 
virginal the first time they're fucked by another man, and then, wham! as 
soon as they got a taste of strange cock, they went mad for it . . . and 
this little number is no different ... no sir, she's just the same as all 
the others Darlene couldn't hold back any longer. A long low wail of 
pleasure escaped her tightly clenched teeth and her body shook in a 
tremendous shudder of ecstasy. A dull flush transfused her body and her 
pelvis began a slow upward, voluntary grinding motion as her thighs splayed 
open even further to allow more and more of the lust-driven cock into her 
burning puss, "Ooooohhhhhhh . . ." she mewled passionately, "I like it ... I 
like it.. ." 

"Sure you do, honey," Max grunted wetly into her face as he pumped furiously 
into her open young cunt, his buttocks hollowing and flaring from his 
effort, and suddenly, he reached down, and grasping her slender ankles, 
hoisted each leg over his shoulders, bending her nakedly curved body almost 
exposing her hungrily twisting vaginal plane even more for his debauched 
assault. 

Their bodies were slapping together in abandoned unison, the air resounding 
with the rhythmic wet sounds of nakedly smacking passion. Darlene's ankles 
were locked desperately up around his neck and her fingers were clutching at 
his thighs, pulling him deeper into her. Her long honey-colored hair was 
matted with sweat and flailed out limply around her thrashing head, and her 
face, a moist pink and mouth open wide was contorted with a wild, untamed 
lust. Her eyes were smoky and glazed over with sexual pleasure and her red 
full lips were twisted into a lasciviously constant moan. All sense of 
reality was abandoned as she jerked her body against him; all thoughts of 
Burt or her integrity forgotten in the mad rush towards completion which had 
taken possession of her body. 

She was like a being possessed, all thoughts centered on one thing; the 
delicious fulfillment which was within reach. Max was no longer the vile, 
cruel employer; he was only a mortal man with a hardened cock who was giving 
her such tremendous pleasure, making her respond in a way she had never 
dreamed possible. It was sheer bliss, and she didn't care about the who's or 
why-all that mattered was that it was happening and that she was enjoying 
it. Everything merged together in her subconsciousness as base, carnal 
desire took over and turned her into a living tornado of raw, searing 
emotions. She felt as if her body was strained to taut breaking point and 
knew that the end was near. Her every nerve ending was reaching desperately 
towards that glorious first release from a man's cock, and her hotly 
writhing pussy was clutching tenaciously at the wet, jabbing shaft of Max's 
cock, sucking it even further into her livid depths. Her white, pear-shaped 
buttocks were grinding greedily up against the dangling softness of his 
churning, sperm-bloated balls as they smacked heatedly against her with each 
inward thrust, and her voice was a raucous incoherent moan. 

Then, at last, the moment came- "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH ... Oh God, Oh God, 
Max I'm there, I'm there, I'm . . . MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm . . ." She was 
cumming! Her body was flailing and twisting like a lariat, beyond all 
control, her furious spasmodic jerks nearly wrenching Max's turbulent cock 
away from its moorings. She was insane, her voice screaming out, her legs 
like manacles around Max's neck, her hands like steel claws puncturing the 
flesh of his thighs, as the hotly clenching pussy lips between her thighs, 
flowered open and gushed forth a shower of hot steamy vaginal liquid. Her 
breasts wdre bobbing against his chest, the nipples like sharp little spears 
and her head was flung back in a wild abandoned pose. 

Darlene had never experienced anything like it. Explosions of multi-colored 
light dazzled her eyes and her body was on fire-rivulets of flame scorching 
her skin and searing her to the marrow of her bones. Her frame ached from 
the prolonged spasms of her release, and she had never imagined that climax 
could be so intense, so absorbing. It was like a miracle. Torrents of 
pleasurable heat flooded her and her head was swimming away on the crest of 
warm, enveloping ecstasy, when in the dim recesses of her mind, she heard 
Max's throaty scream of release. 

"OH CHRIST, BABY, I'M CUMMING . . . I'M CUMMING IN YOUR BELLY . . . ARGHHH . 
. . ARGHHH ...!!" and then she felt the first delicious jets of his molten 
river of sperm as it erupted from the tip of his wildly jerking cock deep up 
into her hungrily sucking vagina, flooding her already drenched cavern and 
seeping into every hidden little recess of her open depths. She wanted it, 
yes she wanted Max's hotly gushing sperm splashing around inside her, Max, 
who had shown her such unbelievable pleasure. She had him to thank for 
finally reaching the epitome of orgasm beneath a male penis and a wave of 
warm, appreciative gratitude washed over her. Max continued to pump his hot 
thick liquid into her now hungrily accepting cunt, until at last, it was 
over, and Darlene felt the slow deflating of his incredibly virile prick as 
it finally began to slip wetly from her sperm flooded depths. 

She was completely satiated, oblivious to everything except her own 
wonderful sense of well-being, as with a smile curving the fullness of her 
lips, she slipped into an abandoned doze of sexual contentment. 

Chapter Six 

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow!" Brenda Greene called cheerily to Darlene, as 
with a backward wave of her hand, she left the boutique. She was feeling on 
top of the world, because she had the afternoon off, instead of having to 
take the bus into town and spend the rest of the day in the shop there. Yes, 
the rest of the day stretched in front of her, and she was absolutely 
free-free to spend it with Burt! Although it was only just over a week since 
she had met Burt, she could hardly remember what it was like without him. Of 
course, he found it hard sometimes to get time off during the day, but then 
they had the evenings-long happy evenings spent in her flat. 

Isadora, her Saluki dog, usually diffident with strangers, had become quite 
used to him and altogether it was one of the happiest weeks Brenda had had 
in a long time. Darlene didn't seem to be raising any objections, either, to 
his being away at night so much, but Brenda smiled to herself at this. It 
was pretty obvious to her that there was something going on between her and 
their boss, Max Temple. Of course, she'd never voice her suspicions about 
his wife to Burt, especially as her girlfriend's little affaire was working 
out so well in Brenda's favor . . . 

Darlene smiled in welcome to the young man who stepped confidently into the 
shop. He had a large suitcase in one hand and was carrying a hefty book 
under his arm and Darlene knew immediately that he was a salesman. She tried 
to hide her irritation, because her smile was mechanical and she had just 
been on the point of putting up the "Closed" sign on the door and slipping 
into the back room to Max. She knew he'd be waiting there for her, and her 
skin tingled excitedly at the thought of what was in store for her ... if 
only she could get rid of this salesman. Perhaps if she told him that Max 
was out, and to call again some other time . . . 

But it was too late; Max himself had materialized and was greeting the 
fair-haired young man enthusiastically. Darlene felt a pang of 
disappointment stab at her as Max and the salesman disappeared into the 
backroom together, and she wondered if Max would forget about their plans. 
She herself certainly didn't. In fact, that seemed to be all she lived for, 
this past week- those glorious times she spent with Max, feeling his body 
close to hers, tasting his mouth on hers, and best of all, feeling the 
powerful drive of his cock as it thrust deep into her ... it was heavenly. 
She didn't know if Burt had noticed her new outlook on life, her lack of 
interest in him. She supposed it was blatant but she didn't care. 

But come to think of it, Burt himself seemed pretty preoccupied of late. 
Darlene figured it must be some kind of business deal, and was glad that he 
was too busy to pay much attention to her. However, she couldn't deny that 
she felt a little piqued to think that she was- actually being unfaithful to 
her husband and he didn't seem to notice anything. But that wasn't the 
point, she breathed happily. The point was that she was enjoying herself in 
a way she never thought possible; she was liberated at last from the 
shackles of puritanism; she was a new, complete woman. 

"Darlene, have you got a minute?" Max called from the backroom and Darlene 
hurried in response. 

"In fact, this may take more than a minute, so you'd better lock up the shop 
for a while," Max smiled, and Darlene, her heart thumping, ran over and 
placed the "Closed" sign on the door. Was the salesman going to leave after 
all . . . and leave her alone with Max? 

She returned to the back room and Max came over to her, his arm caressing 
her shoulder fondly, his mouth enveloped in a large grin. 

"Honey, this is Sean Matthews, a salesman for one of the big lingerie firms. 
I don't think you've met before." 

Darlene shook the outstretched hand and ignoring the salesman's flirty wink, 
turned in bewilderment to Max. 

"We thought it a good idea for you to try on some of the nighties and 
panties, so we can decide which ones we want to stock." 

"B-but Max," Darlene stammered, at a loss for what to say."Oh don't worry, 
baby, nobody'll see you but Sean and me, and Sean certainly won't mind!" 

Darlene turned to look at the young salesman. Although he was very 
attractive, and his body was long and lean, she felt a sudden dislike for 
him. 

"No, I don't think . . ." she began helplessly but Max cut in roughly. 

"Do as I say, Darlene," and she was stung by the sharpness of his tone. His 
eyes were steel blue as they challenged hers, and she felt a sliver of fear 
tear at her heart. She knew that tone ... if she didn't comply, there was no 
telling what Max would do or say, and she certainly didn't want this 
arrogant young salesman to know all about their affair, which he certainly 
would if Max got angry and started hurling insults at her about her husband 
and other things. There was nothing to do but obey. 

Miserably, she nodded in assent. 

"Good girl," Max laughed, pleased with himself. "I've picked out the ones 
I'd like to see, so just go into the dressing room and try them on, one by 
one, nighties first. And don't wear anything else with them ... it would 
spoil the natural look. We want to see it in the eyes of a husband in the 
bedroom!" 

Darlene's heart sank. She didn't think she could go through with it. Her 
face flamed at the thought of walking back into the room and confronting Max 
and the young stranger, wearing only a flimsy nightgown and later onlv 
panties. But she had to, and at least she could start with her nighties. 
Besides, it would build her up slowly for the panties she had to model 
later. 

A sudden consoling thought struck her and she experienced a stab of relief. 
Max wouldn't make her do anything, well, risky, he loved her; she was, for 
all purposes, his mistress, and besides, that young salesman was propably 
used to seeing models in the brief nightwear and panties without bras. Yes, 
it was just Max's way of making sure he got stuff that would really sell; 
after all, she and Brenda had often tried on other clothes when the salesman 
brought samples! Her heart lifted with relief, and quickly she stripped off 
the cotton peasant dress they had to wear this week, and picked up the first 
item. It was a long white utterly transparent nightdress, with a thin blue 
ribbon tying right under the bosom. Darlene slipped it on and couldn't help 
noticing in the full length mirror in the dressing room how the under-bust 
tying pushed her breasts up provocatively and how the dark little circle 
around her nipples was clearly visible. She looked around for a matching 
peignoir, but saw, with dismay, that there was none. 

"Are you ready, baby?" Max called somewhat impatiently, and Darlene, 
trembling in apprehension, slipped out of the dressing room and glided into 
the backroom. 

She saw an appreciative gleam in Max's eye and heard the salesman, Sean, 
draw in his breath quickly. She kept her eyes downcast, and in response to 
Max's instructions, pirouetted slowly around the room. She was conscious of 
the eyes of the two men on her almost nakedness and was startled to feel the 
sudden wicked stiffening of her errant little nipples. 

"It sure is an attractive nightie," Max chuckled, his eyes glued on the 
thinly veiled outline of the body he knew so well. Sean couldn't draw his 
eyes away from the svelte loveliness of the creamy body beneath the 
transparent gown, and they fell down to become riveted on the barely visible 
triangle of her honey colored pubic thatch. Darlene's hair was piled high on 
her head, with tendrils like unfurled feathers framing her face, and she 
looked like a Grecian goddess, simple and yet completely alluring. 

"Oh the nightgown's all right; it's what's under it that I go for . . ." 
Sean grinned all too familiarly, and Darlene's face flamed into color. 

"Try the next one now, honey, the black one . . ." 

Darlene was glad to escape the searing stares of the two men, and fled into 
the dressing room. She pulled off the long white nightdress and without a 
glance at her lithe sinewy body she put on the short black one that Max had 
mentioned. She was dismayed to find that it only just came to the tops of 
her thighs. It had a low scoop front with thin spaghetti straps and the hem 
was edged with soft marabou feathers. It was the most provocative outfit 
she'd ever seen and she knew that its color emphasized the whiteness of her 
skin. With a sick lump in her throat, she stepped out into the backroom. She 
couldn't explain to herself why she felt so uneasy; there was nothing but 
her own instinct to go on, and yet, she knew she didn't trust the situation. 
But the best thing to do in the circumstances, she thought, was to get it 
over with. 

"Wow!" Sean said suddenly when she walked into the room, and she was 
immediately conscious of the briefness of the nightie and how she must 
appear to the two men. 

"You sure do it justice, honey," Max drawled, his pulse quickening at the 
lovely picture that his mistress made. 

"How about letting your hair down?" Sean suggested and before she could say 
anything, he had moved quickly over to her. She cringed slightly as she felt 
the touch of his fingers on her throat as he reached up and loosened the 
pins that held her tresses in place. He was standing very near to her, so 
near that her nipples were brushing against his chest, and her heart leapt 
into her mouth when, as his thigh brushed hers, she could tell that his 
penis had become hard and erect under his pants! 

"Now, look at that!" he crowed as he stood back to survey his work. Darlene 
wondered how she must look in the sexy nightdress, the nightgown of a real 
siren, yet with her hair curling around her face in an innocent, childish 
style. She sobbed almost with relief when Max nodded to her, signalling that 
she should go and change to the waiting panties. Oh God, I hope they don't 
keep me out there long with just these on, she whispered fervently to 
herself as she slid into the thin bikini briefs that looked more like a "g" 
string than panties. They were a light powder blue and just barely covered 
her vagina. Thin curls of her soft blonde pubic hair curled out under the 
leg bands and above the elastic at the top. They clung so closely to her 
body that the full outline of her nakedly curved buttocks were visible, 
surmounted by the crinkly erection of her nipples on her now completely nude 
breasts, and she knew that again the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair was 
evident through the thin fabric. 

Once more in the back room, Darlene was aware of the eyes of the two men 
riveted on her. She saw at a glance that they each had a drink, and Sean in 
particular was open in his admiration of her. She stepped back suddenly when 
he advanced towards her. 

"Wow, honey, you sure do a lot for those panties. But I'd sure as hell like 
to see you without them!" his voice was thick and lustful and Darlene shot a 
pleading look towards Max. But he was sitting back in his chair, his eyes 
amused as he took in the scene. 

"Can I get dressed now?" Darlene asked in what she hoped was a cold, icy 
voice, but Max shook his head. 

"No, why don't you stick around for a while, honey," he drawled, "and keep 
Sean company!" 

Darlene turned to look at the openly staring salesman, her face white, her 
expression one of disgust. 

"Okay, honey, you heard what the boss said," he sneered, and reaching out, 
coolly began to caress the soft orb of her buttocks through the thin flimsy 
material of the panties. Darlene gasped and started to pull away, but Sean 
caught her in a viselike grip. His eyes were cold and hard, and his mouth 
was twisted into an ugly leer. 

"You're so cold, baby, I'll just have to warm you up!" he rasped, and then 
he was kissing her, his mouth hard and vehement as his tongue forced its way 
past her teeth and snaked into her mouth. Desperately, she tried to struggle 
and finally managed to break away. 

"Oh Max, make him stop!" she pleaded despairingly. 

"Come on, baby, be a sport! I promised Sean a little fun for the beautiful 
discount he's giving me on this stuff!" Max replied, a hint of command in 
his voice. 

Darlene stared at him in disbelief. This couldn't be Max, her lover, telling 
her, if she understood him correctly, to let this . . . this panty and 
nighty salesman have his way with her. It couldn't! 

"Max darling . . ." she blubbered, shaking her head feverishly. 

"That's enough, Darlene! Now be a good girl, and do what my boy Sean tells 
you!" 

"That's right, sweetheart," Sean butted in recklessly, tossing down the last 
of his drink, "now let's get a look at that cute little ass I've been 
petting..." 

"No! No!" Darlene shrieked suddenly, cowering into a corner, fear turning 
her bones to jelly. In the din of her consternation, she heard Max's laugh, 
callous and mean, and all hope left her. She was aware of the salesman's 
hands on her as he dropped to his knees, peeling the softly clinging panties 
down over her firmly rounded hips and thighs, and then, she was totally 
naked, cringing under his admiring gaze. 

"Man oh man! Look at those tits!" Sean exclaimed, standing and roughly 
pulling her away from the corner and then reaching boldly for her breasts, 
crushing them cruelly in his fingers like ripe fruit. 

"Mmmmm . . . they're soft as butter," he smiled arrogantly, lust written 
clearly over his face. Darlene was mortified. She couldn't even bring 
herself to look at Max, who was obviously enjoying the whole occurrence. How 
could he do this to her? she wondered helplessly, shame and humiliate her 
like this, lend her out to his associates to be used like . . . like a 
street whore. 

"Open your eyes, sweetie, and see what I've got for you . . ." the 
salesman's voice was husky in her ear and her eyes flew open. 

"Oh God!" she couldn't suppress it as her eyes fell on the huge bulbous 
bundle of his naked prick. He was completely nude and his heavy, 
blood-filled penis stood out like a cannon waving lewdly in front of his 
groin. 

"I knew you'd like it . . ." he rasped, his eyes on her incredulous face. 
"Now come on, baby show me how much you like it.. ." 

"No! Get away from me!" she screamed with sudden vehemence, her eyes 
flashing anger. 

"You little bitch!" Sean snapped and with a sudden brutal movement, tangled 
his fingers in her hair and shoved her viciously to the floor of the office. 

"Oh please stop!" she sobbed as she lay in a pathetic heap on the same rug 
where it had all begun. 

Sean was beside her in a flash, spreading wide her thighs, his gaze glued to 
the pink gleaming flesh of her thinly trembling vaginal furrow which his 
rough fingers were spreading to his sight. 

"Mmmm, what a nice little pussy you've got!" he praised, his finger probing 
expertly at the softly quivering flesh. Darlene jerked back from his touch 
as if stung, and her revulsion was not lost on the lust-craved salesman. A 
mask of pure lascivious desire coated his face, and with a snarl, he dug his 
fingers into her thighs and spread them painfully apart, so far apart that 
the strain was unbearable. Immediately he positioned himself between her 
widespread legs and guided the heavy rubbery head of his bloated cock 
towards the small quivering opening of her nakedly cringing little cunt 
mouth. 

Darlene lay paralyzed with fear and horror as the man named, Sean, readied 
himself. The thought that Max, her lover, was but a few feet away from her 
and watching her disgrace added to her humiliation, and a desperate 
hopelessness assaulted her. She was lost completely now ... after this she 
could never hold her head up again. 

Her remorseful thoughts were abruptly shut off by a harsh grating pain that 
assailed her down between her open thighs and split her from head to toe, 
and her voice cried out the agony of her pain. 

"AARRGGHH! AARRGGHHH! OH FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP ...!!!" The panty salesman had 
penetrated her vaginal lips with the thick-ended cudgel of his penis and was 
entering her with cruel abandon, his fleshy rod cutting through her 
defenseless little cuntal canal with relentless fury. 

Without stopping he plowed on until at last the smooth rubbery head of his 
pounding cock reached the end of her upturned cunt and jarred hard against 
the tip of her cervix. Dry, harsh moans escaped from her arid throat as she 
tried to wriggle free; but she was hopelessly skewered by the young 
salesman's driving prick. Her smoothly tapered legs dangled helplessly out 
on either side of his pelvis and her softly rounded buttocks were 
mercilessly buffetted down against the floor as he flexed his giant cockhead 
inside her. The tight unyielding walls of her vaginal passage closed in like 
a second skin around his sunken penis and Darlene could feel every 
pulsebeat, every vein palpitating in his excitedly throbbing penis. 

She could feel the heated churning of his balls as they lay cradled in the 
nakedly spread crevice of her ass, and her pussy felt filled almost to the 
exploding point with the heavy throbbing flesh of the young salesman. 

At last he began to withdraw, and Darlene gasped from the searing, heat of 
his exit, feeling the smooth wet walls of her vaginal sheath pulling out 
with the departing column of hot flesh. Then once more, he rammed forward 
again like an express train, spearing into her without hesitation until his 
pelvis smacked against the mouth of her womb with jarring intensity. 

Shocks flowed through Darlene, right out to her fingertips from the 
forcefulness of his entrance, and she gritted her teeth desperately together 
as he then began a slow in and out fucking rhythm, the clasping membrane of 
her pussy becoming more and more wet, allowing him easier access for his 
illicit entry. He was slamming forward with all his might now, raising her 
helplessly impaled buttocks up off the rug as he fucked in, and plowing 
forward until his thick heavy cock was imbedded right to the hilt in her 
warm, defensively clasping channel, before pulling out again until just the 
head of his plunging prick was still lodged up inside. 

Darlene could feel his balls smacking hard against her nakedly quivering 
buttocks as he drove into her, and the hard grind of his belly against hers 
as his pubic hairs meshed tightly with her own vaginal wisps. His hands were 
clutching fiercely at her shoulders forcing her pussy down harder on his 
cock below with each inward thrust and her breasts were jiggling from the 
impact of his intense fucking on her limply giving body. She could see that 
perspiration was beginning to coat his muscular frame and his face was 
reddening from his exertion. 

"That's it, old man . . . give it to her!" Max's voice suddenly boomed out 
and Darlene was sickened. How could he sit there and watch another man fuck 
her against her will like this? Did he not care? 

His lewd encouragement seemed to drive the visiting salesman on to faster 
speed, for the tempo of his lascivious sawing in and out increased, and 
against her will even perhaps because the man she thought loved her was 
watching, Darlene found her own body beginning to swing into the same lurid 
rhythm. At first she tried to fight it, fight the knowledge that her body 
was beginning to respond to the screwing of still another man, but it soon 
was impossible to conceal as her body was swept along into forceful heaves 
against him as she raised her pelvis and suddenly tightly clenching vagina 
upward to meet the deep hard thrusts of his pile-driving cock, and then 
rammed suddenly downward in an instinctive effort to retain for as long as 
possible the delicious rod of burning throbbing flesh inside her. 

Her arms flew up and drew him down onto her, flattening her pounding breasts 
against the muscular wall of his chest, until his mouth met hers, and she 
responded eagerly to his kiss. This time, her tongue darted into his mouth, 
and hungrily swirled around his own organ, dabbing and poking at it in sheer 
exuberance. Her thighs opened even wider to suck his cock deeper into her 
hungrily accepting pussy and her ankles locked behind his lower back, and 
she clung ever tighter to him. She was perversely anxious now to give 
herself over to him completely and to show the lewdly watching Max Temple, 
the eager walls of her pussy sucking greedily on the pulsating shaft of his 
pumping cock, the swollen, blonde-fringed outer lips nibbling excitedly at 
the hard, wide base of his hotly fucking member. 

Max stared in astonishment at the sudden change that had come over Darlene. 
He thought he knew her as well as he knew anybody, but this wild, frenzied 
woman fucking insanely against that goddamn panty salesman was a stranger to 
him. He had suggested that Matthews could try her out for a big discount, 
but even more because he was getting bored than anything else. He knew that 
he couldn't stick to one woman for very long and the married young Darlene 
Turner was no exception, but now he wondered if he had been wrong . . . 

He felt the first stirrings of desire arousing in his own prick and 
experienced also a stab of envy that it was Sean Matthews who was enjoying 
the favors of this incredible wildcat. Max had never seen her so aroused 
before, not even in her wildest moments with him, and he wondered briefly if 
it was the other man's youth and blonde good looks that turned her on. 
Whatever it was, he was sorry that it wasn't him, and wished now that he 
hadn't been so hasty in offering her to the salesman to sample. 

Still, it was exciting just watching them together, like two primitive 
animals, locked together in complete abandonment, their bodies jerking and 
fucking nakedly together in a lewd dance of wild sexual ecstasy. His prick 
felt as if it was on fire, a red hot log burning against his leg, and 
automatically he opened his fly and released the throbbing mass. God, he 
sure was hot, he had to admit, and who'd think that that little hitch would 
make me this big, and just by looking at her get fucked by another guy! 

Darlene was like a woman possessed. Her body just couldn't get enough of 
this virile young salesman, whatever his name was, and she wondered if she'd 
go mad before she'd cum, through pure sexual frenzy. She remembered nothing 
of her earlier diffidence; all she was aware now of was his magnificent 
predatory body slamming up between her open thighs, evoking primeval 
responses in her, turning her blood to a boiling stream inside her veins. 

"Oh God, that's it . . . keep fucking me like this!" her voice was raucous 
and abandoned as she spewed out the lewdly pleading words, all propriety 
thrown to the winds, in her fight for total release. 

Her lascivious demand seemed to strike off some inner fire in Max and he 
advanced towards the insanely, fucking couple, his eyes bulging out of his 
head, his huge, lustfully throbbing cock cradled in his hands. He had had 
enough; he couldn't wait any longer! 

"Hey baby," he whispered thickly. "It's me, Max!" 

His mouth was close to Darlene's ear and she stared at him stupidly, 
uncomprehendingly, her mouth open wide. 

"Max?" she repeated, dumbly, a vacant look on her face. 

"Yes, me . . . wait for me, baby. Daddy wants a piece too!" 

She felt his hands roaming over her threshing body, felt new thrills as he 
caressed her tightly locked cunt lips where the salesman's cock fucked into 
her, and then felt his strong urgent fondling of her smoothly flailing 
buttocks below. 

"Turn her over on top of you, Sean boy." she heard Max's passion thickened 
voice command, and then she could feel herself being rolled over until her 
knees were on either side of the man called Sean's ribs and she was 
straddling his loins, his hardened cock now fucking heavily up into her open 
cunt from below as she kneeled slavishly over him. 

"Ooooh God, Ooooh God," she chanted, grinding her vagina down and pressing 
her breasts tightly down into his chest. Then, she gasped suddenly when in 
the midst of her lustful daze, she felt her rhythmically working asscheeks 
being pried forcefully apart, felt the cool rush of air on the tiny naked 
circle between them. Then, moments later, she felt the first lewd pressure 
of something hard and hot and throbbing against the cringing hole of her now 
defenselessly exposed asshole. Her mind didn't register what was happening 
... all she could think of was the other man's hotly plunging cock up into 
her lust-hungry pussy from between her thighs below. 

"Oh God, don't stop . . . don't stop fucking me . . ." she mewled, her body 
alive to the pitch of intoxication, hungry to the point of being ravenous 
for the salesman's delicious driving prick. Again she felt the insistent 
fumbling between her widestretched ass cheeks, and irritably jiggled her 
hips as if to dislodge the an-noyer, and then she gasped again as she felt 
the unmistakeable nudge of a blood-heavy penis against her tiny rectum. 

"OH NO!" she gasped suddenly, realization dawning with sickening clarity. 
And then reason was blacked out by a blinding sheet of pain and her spinal 
column felt as if it had been shattered into a million pieces. 

"Wooouugggghhhhh . . . AAAAAHHHH . . ." Desperately she flailed her nakedly 
upraised buttocks in a futile attempt to free herself from the terrible 
impalement but her very movements only seemed to admit the incredibly 
worming intruder further up inside her. 

"No, Max, Oh God, please no . . ." she screamed again, but her employer was 
deaf to her pleas, the sight of her lovely creamy ass-cheeks, flattened now 
to allow his plundering prick lewd entrance to her asshole, goading him on 
without consideration. He continued to shove forward, pushing the smooth 
rubbery flesh of her backpassage relentlessly before his cockhead until at 
long last her tiny clenched rectum was totally impaled by his long, rangy 
cock. 

Darlene willed herself to relax, to be still, in spite of the delirious 
feelings assailing her from the salesman fucking her from below, and 
incredibly she felt her cruelly widened rectum begin to relax. Max began to 
pull out again and then to slam forward so that Darlene found herself 
incredibly buffetted between the two men, being screwed by both of them at 
once, the panty salesman from below and Max behind. For a moment, the 
unbelievable fact refused to register, and when it did, she waited for the 
tide of revulsion, the wave of disgust, the flood of self-loathing to rush 
through her. But it didn't! Nothing like that happened. She couldn't believe 
it and then ... it couldn't be happening! Oh no, not this! Her brain 
screamed in denial while her body proclaimed admission. 

Her inflamed rectum was beginning to emulate her feverish vaginal passage 
and welcome the unabated assault of a heavy, driving penis! She was 
beginning to enjoy it! She was actually beginning to enjoy being so lewdly 
fucked between two men at once, lasciviously excited by having a complete 
stranger screw her hotly accepting cunt, while Max, her lover, plunged his 
lust-heated cock into her now ecstatically responding rectum! 

"Ooooohhhh . . . yes . . . yessss . . . Oh God, it feels so good ...!!" Her 
body was furiously bucking and gyrating in licentious rhythm with the 
pounding of the two men, and obscene, lascivious thrills emanated from every 
part of her body as she allowed herself to be tossed and threshed like a 
limp pillow between the two heavily perspiring men. 

She enjoyed being sandwiched between them as they vented their mounting 
passion in a series of deep hard furious thrusts, the two cocks rubbing 
hotly against each other through the thin dividing membrane between her cunt 
and rectum. She was enjoying the dual fucking like she had never enjoyed 
anything before in her life. Note I'm really free, her brain proclaimed 
wildly, and knew that she only wanted to be free in order to enslave herself 
deeper to the chains of carnal lust. 

Her body was fermenting with held-back desire and she knew that she was on 
the verge of cumming. Every nerve ending in her body was tingling and she 
was coated with sweat as she thrust back with all her strength against the 
twin onslaughts. Oooohhh, she thought, I'm going to cum now . . . cum while 
two men are fucking into me at the same time ... 

That was her last rational thought as a great whirlwind of warm flooding 
heat raced through her and washed away the last vestiges of resis-tence from 
her insanely churning body, leaving her free to revel in the incredible 
sensations of pleasure taking lewd possession of her whole being. Her hoarse 
cries rang out in the room and her arms waved wildly and her body cascaded 
with the ripples of pleasure from her incredible release. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm ... I'm .. . AAAAAGGGHHH! I'm CUUMMIINNGGG!!" 

Her body was convulsed with thousands of miniature spasms and every inch of 
her skin seemed alight with ecstatic joy. Through the dim of her release, 
she could hear the wild, animalistic cries of the two men as they reached 
their climax together, and their cacaphonous shrieks added immeasurably to 
her own joy at the realization that they were both going to spew their white 
hot liquid into her, and of the pleasure and thrills they were undoubtedly 
experiencing from fucking her . . . and her alone! 

Then her body was tossing about like a buoy at sea, crashing between their 
two heavily sweating bodies as they both grunted and shot their waiting jets 
of white hot semen into her in unison, flooding her twin passages, the thick 
pale sperm uniting in a pool deep somewhere in her hungrily absorbing belly. 
Their jerking cocks triggered off fresh shudders of orgasmic pleasure inside 
her, injecting her tired bod\ with new carnal delight until she thought 
she'd die from the sheer enjoyment of being fucked by and cumming 
simultaneously with two lust-angered men. 

At last, it was all over, and she could feel the tremors subsiding in her 
body and was aware of the softening of their two, sperm-drained cocks inside 
her as they began to slip from the twin, still gently throbbing passages, 
and she knew that what she was feeling then was bliss, sheer, unadulterated 
bliss, and the knowledge that she had reached a new height on the climb 
towards real liberation elevated her dizzily, and her brain swam with the 
thought, Oh God! I'll never, never be the same again . . . 

Chapter Seven 

Darlene sat enthralled as she listened to Max talking about his plans for a 
new store out in Shaker Heights. She was thrilled that he was telling Brenda 
and herself about it and was glad when he told her that she could stay on 
working in the boutique near her home. But she couldn't deny that she felt a 
dab of disappointment, knowing that she would see even less of Max than 
ever, if there was a third shop to attend to. As it was, she was beginning 
to see less and less of him, and she began to wonder vaguely what was wrong. 
Ever since that day, over a week ago, when he and Sean Matthews, that panty 
salesman, had taken her simultaneously, he had changed in his attitude 
towards her, and while they still made love, he didn't seem to be as excited 
by her body as he had been previously. 

This thought gave her a little shiver of apprehension, because she certainly 
didn't want to lose him, especially when she thought about the state of her 
marriage, if it could be called that. She hardly ever saw Burt anymore; he 
always seemed to be dashing off somewhere just as she was getting in, or 
vice versa. He seemed changed, too somehow, and she wondered if it was just 
herself who was different. But Burt definitely seemed to have lost interest 
in her and what she was doing, and she had to admit that that hurt a bit. 
But her affair with Max had bolstered her through all this, and she didn't 
know what she'd do if Max really got tired of her. And to add to her 
disquiet, Brenda seemed to know about her and Max, and had actually dropped 
several hints to the effect that she, Brenda had had an affair with Max 
herself! Of course, Darlene didn't believe that and put it down to jealousy; 
still, you never knew, and there was a strange sort of rapport between them. 

"And there it is," Max was saying, "and you can work there if you like, 
Brenda honey!" 

"Well, I don't know, let me think about it!" the lovely dark haired girl 
answered, her mind churning over the possibilities. She hated to consider a 
move at this moment when she was so deeply engrossed in Burt, and she had 
decided to stay put for a while. 

"And how's my girl?'' Max said winninglv, wrapping his arm around Darlene as 
if he'd seen her for the first time. Darlene blushed and shot a glance at 
Brenda, but she seemed to be involved in thoughts of her own. 

"How about a kiss?" Max teased, and Darlene didn't know what to say. This 
was so unlike him; usually he was very distant with her when Brenda was 
around and she didn't know how to react. Suppose he was only joking? 

But he wasn't, because his lips bruised tightly against hers, and she was 
swept along on the rush of the thrills which cavorted through her from the 
electrical contact between his mouth and hers, and she couldn't suppress a 
sigh as his hands roamed exploratorily over her breasts, cupping them in 
loving squeezes, and dropped further still to embrace the graceful curve of 
her buttocks, clad in shiny satin bell-bottoms. 

"H'mm, Brenda will see us," Darlene warned in a whisper, terrified that the 
other girl would turn around and see them. 

"Brenda wouldn't mind watching a little kissing and petting, would you 
Brenda?" Max called across to the other shop assistant. 

Darlene's face turned beet red and she didn't know where to look. 

"Of course not! Don't mind me!" Brenda called brightly, and turning around, 
leaned back against the sofa, cigarette between her fingers, looking at the 
embracing couple from under long dark lashes. 

"See, honey?" Max laughed crudely, "now we've nothing to worry about!" 

Darlene continued to stare at him in bewilderment, which changed to 
disbelief when she felt his fingers fumbling with the zipper of the tunic 
she was wearing. 

"No, please Max, not here!" she hissed, trying to brush away his hand. 

"Oh come on, baby, there's no harm in giving Brenda a little show!" Max was 
wheedling, "after all, remember Sean last-" 

"Oh please darling, don't mention that!" Darlene pleaded, almost sobbing. 
She didn't know what she'd do if the other girl found out that she had 
allowed herself to be taken by two men at once. 

"All right, I won't mention it, if you do what I say!" Max had once again 
switched from the wheedling, cajoling lover ino the brusque demanding boss, 
and Darlene knew better now than to object. Miserably, she allowed him to 
pull off her tunic, leaving her to stand there in her bra and bell bottoms. 
She cringed back against the wall when she felt him peeling off her pants. 

"No please, Max, not that . . ." she sobbed but he was relentless. 

"Remember what I said!" he warned, as he helped her to step out of the 
slinky pants. Mortified beyond belief, she stood there, clad only in her 
panties and bra. 

"Well Brenda, isn't she a honey?" Max said proudly, and Brenda threw a 
haughty glance over the humiliated girl. 

Yes, she sure is something! Burt doesn't know how really lucky he is, and 
when he finds out, it'll be goodbije, Brenda! she thought miserably, staring 
at the lithesome figure of the attractive young blonde. 

Darlene had never felt so debased in all her life. Somehow her previous 
embarrassments faded into nothingness compared to the humiliation of being 
scrutinized by another woman, with the feeling that the man in the act was 
mocking her as well. Tears brimmed her eyes and she forced herself to quell 
them, so as not to let the other girl see her crying. That would really be 
the end of her pride. She felt an antagonistic vibration coming from the 
dark-haired girl, and wondered if she had indeed been Max's girlfriend in 
the past. Her speculative thoughts came to a halt abruptly when she became 
aware of Max unclasping her bra, and before she had time to object, her 
fully ripened breasts had fallen free and she felt the cool air swirling 
around them, stiffening-the nipples. 

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around them to hide their nakedness, 
keenly aware of Brenda's eyes burning into her and of Max's malicious sneer. 
Then he was tugging at her panties and they were slipping down over her 
hips, falling , to her ankles-and she was completely nudel She turned wild 
staring eyes on Max, not knowing what to do or say, unable even to check and 
see Brenda's impression. She wanted to run out of the room, away from these 
two people who were humiliating her, but she couldn't. She was powerless to 
move and she ] could only stand there, tears spilling down her lace, 
silently beseeching Max to have pity on her. 

"Look at those hot tits of hers, Brenda! And that tight little ass! She's a 
real cutie, isn't she?" 

Brenda was silent and for that Darlene was grateful. She would have died 
from embarrass- I ment if the other girl had made any remark, and secretly 
she hoped that Brenda's silence would pour cold water on the game that Max I 
was playing. 

Devoid of feeling, she was aware of his arm around her again, and of his 
mouth trailing hot kisses down the length of her swan-like throat, futher 
still to enclose first one nipple and then the other in his mouth, closing 
his lips tight around the contracting aureola, slashing around the hard 
little bud with his wet pink tongue, dipping further still to the flat plane 
of her belly where the tip of his agile organ nudged at the puckered little 
aperture of her navel. 

And finally, lower yet until his lips were resting on the soft mass of pubic 
curls at the juncture of her perfectly molded thighs. She gasped as she felt 
his fingers resting against the soft quivering lips of her pussy, slowly 
drawing them apart and revealing the moist pink flesh of her cuntal split to 
his bulging eyes. He could see the trembling little tip of her clitoris 
nestled teasingly among the golden curls of pubic fleece, and beneath it, 
the thin vertical opening to her body contracting and pulsating slightly. He 
drew in his breath sharply at the enticing sight and he ran the tip of his 
tongue over his dry, suddenly parched lips, and gulped to moisten the sudden 
arid desert of his throat. He was on his knees now before her and she was 
leaning helplessly back against the sofa, like a golden goddess standing 
above him, the wonderful offering of her delectably naked young pussy his 
for the taking. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He reached out with 
his tongue and darted it lizard-like into the soft wet folds of the moist, 
blonde curled cunt spread so enticingly before him. 

"Oooooh God! Please! Not that!" Darlene gasped vehemently, and the sudden 
searing contact of his wet tongue tip on her delicate vaginal region made 
her jump back, and she lost her balance, falling backwards over onto the 
sofa, her legs sprawling apart. Max lunged forward with sudden swiftness and 
his agile hands quickly grasped her ankles and before she had time to think, 
he pulled them even further apart, sliding his palms upward until In clamped 
them against the soft inner flesh of her thighs, keeping them pried 
helplessly aparl. Vainly, she tried to close them, but it was no use. She 
was beaten, and she could see the look of triumph on his face as he hunched 
down between her widespread thighs, like a predatory beast ready to feast 
himself on her vulnerability. 

Worst of all was the thought that her work ing girlfriend, Brenda, was 
watching this terrible spectacle, taking every minute of her embarrassing 
position, seeing even now, the exposed pink plane of her vagina, open and 
unprotected, completely defenseless in the face of what was to come. All 
fight left her as she felt Max's fingers once more spread wide the thin, 
hair-lined lips of her shamefully cringing pussy, drawing them apart to 
expose the quivering hold of her fragile little cunt mouth. He stared at the 
enticing spot for just a moment, and then with a half-human groan, bent down 
and shot out his tongue in a snake-like lash that swept along the entire 
length of her shivering split. 

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh 

 Noooooooo 

" she cried out suddenly, grinding her smoothly rounded buttocks down into 
the softness of the sofa in an attempt to ex-cape the oral ravishing. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh 

No! No! Please No!" she whimpered as he continued his depraved assault, 
holding her firmly in place so that all her wild twisting to escape was 
futile. I le continued to spear his tongue in and out of herdesperately 
writhing cunt, revelling in her obvious revulsion to the act. 

"Oh please No, Max, don't . . . Not this . . ." she sobbed helplessly, 
closing her eyes against the sight of the hunched figure grovelling between 
her outstretched thighs. Tears of humiliation coursed down her cheeks, and 
her head tossed from side to side in disbelief. This couldn't be happening, 
it just couldn't . . . This was something she never allowed her own husband 
to do, let alone Max . . . and now he was taking advantage of her, forcing 
her to submit to his perverse licking, and right in front of Brenda, too. 
Darlene's cheeks burned at the thought of what the other girl must be 
thinking as she watched her lying there, her whole body open and exposed, 
her nakedly vulnerable vagina being licked by their boss Max's long wet 
tongue! And Burt! What would he say? This was the worst thing of all-this 
was defilement beyond the imagination. What would he say if he could see her 
now, her loins subjected to the crazy sucking of another man, lewd wet 
licking sounds filling the air? Her brain blanked out at the thought, too 
terrible even to think about. In spite of the other salesgirl, Brenda, being 
in the room, Darlene had never felt so alone in her life, and tears of 
degradation overflowed from her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. 

She jerked back violently as she felt his tongue brush electrically against 
the rigid bud of her clitoris, and against her will, a small hiss of 
pleasure escaped her tightly clenched teeth. Of God, it was unbearable, this 
tantalizing touch of tongue on clitoris, sweeping the little knob into 
overwhelming turgidity, sending shivers of unnatural pleasure rippling 
crazily through her. She couldn't help it, she didn't want to submit, but 
she had no choice. It was more than she could stand and suddenly, 
perversely, perhaps because of Brenda watching, she didn't care. She groaned 
again and again as Max continued his relentless lingual attack on the 
miniature phallus up between her thighs, coaxing it into burgeoning 
erection, forcing her pelvis to being a slow upward grind against the 
deliciously lewd giver of pleasure. 

Max smiled to himself as he glanced upward at the voluptuous young 
employee's lovely supine body, sensing the submission that was lurking 
somewhere very near that marble surface, rejoicing once more in the evidence 
of his mastery over her. He shot a triumphant glance at Brenda, who was 
standing, almost nonchalantly against the wall, her eyes nonetheless 
excitedly glued on the incredible panorama unfolding only a few feet away. 

It won't be long now before she lets go, Max grinned lasciviously, this 
ought to really get her . . . 

He forced his palms downward beneath the softly contracting globes of 
Darlene's velvet-soft buttocks, and cupping them in his hands, forced the 
satiny mounds up off the couch, exposing the full furrow of her naked crotch 
to his lips. Then he lowered his tongue still further and licking hotly down 
the full length of her anal crevice, making her jerk back from the sudden 
unexpected contact. 

"Oooohhh . . . please stop!" she pleaded as his tongue continued to flick 
and probe into the softly yielding flesh, jabbing lewdly at the tiny 
puckered ring of her anus, sending illicit thrills of revulsion combined 
with pleasure rippling along her spine. Mercilessly he teased at the tiny 
unyielding anal lips with the tip of his deft organ, making her squirm her 
buttocks wildly around on the office couch in a panic-stricken effort to 
escape. At last, he raised up his tongue and once more began to probe at the 
tightly clasping cuntal orifice. He circled the small petal-shaped opening, 
feeling the curling blonde pubic hairs and the delicate flesh quiver under 
his touch, until, with a sudden swift movement, he plunged it headlong into 
the viscously throbbing channel. 

"AAAAGGGHHHHH . . ." Darlene sobbed wildly as the thick wet organ plundered 
its way into her churning vaginal opening. Again and again he stabbed at the 
fragile flesh, feeling the warm interior walls clasping hotly around his 
squirming tongue. A confusion of feelings pervaded Darlene's perspiring 
body. Foremost was revulsion, disgust that she should be lying there, a 
victim of Max's depraved oral attack, witnessed by another girl. Darlene 
thought she'd never lift her head again after this utter debasement. 

But now, commingled with self-loathing were new, even more insidious 
sensations-feelings of pleasure, forbidden, illicit pleasure . . . yet they 
were there. She couldn't help responding to this diabolical attack on her 
genitals. Her confused mind tried to fight these new feelings, tried to deny 
them altogether, while her unbelieving body fought with all its will against 
the small flames of ecstasy which were threatening to burst into raging 
infernos and engulf her completely. But she knew, deep down that it was a 
losing battle and that her boss, Max Temple, would win, just like he always 
did. She was in his power, and for some reason, rendered helpless by the 
lewd spell he cast on her. Now she was once more caught in the thrall of 
that sexual spell and there was nothing on earth she could do about it. 

Then, with a low deep moan that erupted somewhere inside her ribcage, the 
floodgates burst and her nakedly exposed cunt began to jerk spasmodically up 
against Max's probing tongue. She was aroused now, completely and 
shamelessly, and she was oblivious now to Brenda and to her surroundings, to 
everything in fact but the delicious stabs of pleasure which were piercing 
her through the whole length of her body converting her flesh into 
electrified shafts of ecstasy. It was incredible, she thought mistily, this 
wonderful tongue slewing against her fiery cuntal plane, giving her such 
unbelievable sensations of joy and bliss. How could she have ever been 
revulsed by the act? How could she have ever thought it sick or perverse? It 
was unbelievable and she was sorry now that she had waited so long to 
experience it. 

"Oooohhh Max, your tongue feels so good . . . feels so good on my pussy . . 
." She mewled incessantly, giving voice to the multitude of feelings 
coursing through her impassioned body, transporting her into sensual realms 
of desire. 

She knew she was ready to cum-there was no mistaking the deep spasmodic 
shudders which were controlling her rhythmic movements. There was a terrific 
volcano building in her loins as she crashed them shamelessly up against 
Max's sweating face, and her heaving pussy flowered open to rim wetly around 
his nose and mouth, and her fingers tangled desperately down in his hair, 
forcing his face even further up between her excitedly jerking thighs. 

And suddenly again, she was there! 

Her voice broke in a series of hair-raising shrieks, and her buttocks ground 
voraciously down against the sofa, the soft inner flesh of her thighs 
clamping around Max's face like a vise, imprisoning his swirling tongue deep 
in the greedily sucking walls of her bursting vagina. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm dimming, Max! Oh God, I'm dimming!" she sobbed wildly, her 
voice incoherent as wave after gigantic wave of pure unadulterated pleasure 
crashed over her, washing her along on its frantic tide, tossing her 
passion-wracked body about on the crests of its rising spasms, leaving her 
breathless as they hurled her down again, only to pick her up once more for 
another earth-shaking shudder. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn . . ." she gasped again and again as a mist of warm 
cuntjuice showered from between her wideheld legs and drenched Max's panting 
reddened face, cutting off his breath completely as she slowly throbbed out 
her orgasm. Finally, the cumming was over and at last the tremors of ecstasy 
subsided in her trembling body and she lay there, her breath coming in heavy 
pants, her eyes closed, her mind dazed and euphoric, swirling still with the 
last receding traces of her orgasmic pleasure. 

Chapter Eight 

Burt stood looking around him, perplexed. There had been a "Closed" sign on 
the boutique door, but when he had tried it, it opened. He had stepped 
inside and there wasn't anybody in sight. He knew Brenda should be around 
and felt sure she hadn't gone yet. He had wanted to surprise her and take 
her out for the afternoon. It would be a real disappointment, because he 
really looked forward to this outing. 

He wondered if he should call out, in case anyone was in the backroom, but 
decided against it. He didn't really want to meet up with this Max Temple 
character and there was just a chance he might be there. Still perplexed, I 
he hesitated. 

A sort of sigh sounded in the rear of the boutique, sibilant and muffled. 
Burt wondered if he had imagined it. No, there it was again! It ! sounded 
louder ... a strange moan almost. Should he tiptoe back there and 
investigate, or just leave, forgetting about his plans. But the thought of 
Brenda, and her beautiful soft body, so skillful and welcoming, arrested 
him. No, he just had to see her. Timidly, he edged his way towards the back 
room. He felt like an intruder and fervently hoped that no one would see 
him. If Darlene still happened to be there, he could pretend he had come to 
see her, even though she might not believe him. Still, he might as well 
check, now that he was here . .. 

Suddenly, his blood froze in his veins and all color drained from his face 
as a loud-pitched scream sounded in the shop. 

"Oooooohhhh Max, your tongue feels so good in my pussy ..." 

Burt twisted his fingers into fists until the knuckles were straining and 
his nails were digging into his palms. It couldn't be! It couldn't be! there 
must be some mistake! That voice, impassioned and hoarse, still sounded 
familiar, but there had to be some mistake! 

His blood throbbing in his temples, his heart thudding like a sledgehammer, 
Burt pushed open the door to the backroom and stepped into the doorway. 

No! No! His brain screamed denial at the same time as his horrified eyes 
took in the sight of his own wife, Darlene, sprawled nakedly out on the 
sofa, her legs lewdly splayed while a strange man was hunched between them, 
hungrily licking at her open pussy! 

For a long moment, Burt stood there, not believing his own eyes, his shocked 
brain refusing to register what he saw. His mouth hung open and his eyes 
were bulging as they vainly tried to communicate what they were observing to 
his numbed consciousness. He could see the man's long pink tongue snaking in 
and out of the wet slippery flesh of his wife's widespread cunt and he could 
hear her mewls of pleasure as her fingers tangled tightly in his hair, 
forcing his face tighter against the churning wetness of her burning crotch. 

He could see her whole, milk-white body heaving, heavily coated with 
perspiration, her sensuously rounded breasts dancing above her chest from 
the climactic motions of her body, and then he knew that she was cumming, 
her voice, lewd and incoherent, shrieking out her release, as her naked ass 
cheeks pounded hard down against the sofa and her thighs locked scissor-like 
around the man's face. Her sighs and moans of pleasure echoed in his ears 
until he thought he was going mad. 

Dully, he continued to stare, as the grim facts finally began to assert 
themselves in his shell-shocked brain. He was watching his own wife's nudely 
squirming cunt being sucked and licked by some stranger . . . she was ex- 
periencing an orgasm from the lewd oral act . . . and he was watching her, 
watching this lasci- vious display of abandoned lust . . . HE WAS WATCHING 
IT! 

Suddenly, reality forced itself in on his be- dazzled brain, and with a 
roar, like a mad bull, he charged forward, his face scarlet with rage, his 
eyes wild and staring. 

"You fucking little slut, I'm going to break every bone in your body ... oh 
you god-[ damned little bitch, I'll make you pay for this ... you filthy 
adulterous little whore ..." 

His mouth spewed obscenities as he towered over the cringing body of his 
thunderstruck wife, his fists waving menacingly in front of him, his eyes 
cold with anger, the veins on his neck standing out like whipcord from the 
tension. 

Darlene had no time to think. One minute she had been basking in the 
afterglow of a beautifully satiating orgasm, the next she was being 
confronted by her irate husband. 

"Let me explain, darling . . ." she blubbered, afraid to look directly at 
him, cowering aginst the sofa, fear written all over her face. 

"I saw you! I saw you, you filthy little whore, letting him lick your pussy! 
I saw you! You loved it, you can't deny it!" His insults were slurred and 
incoherent and Darlene was terrified that he might lose control at any 
minute and kill her with his bare hands. He was in such a rage that he might 
kill her . . . Oh God, she just had to calm him down. 

Trembling with terror, she half-raised herself on her elbow and stared 
beseechingly at him. 

"Please, darling," she began in a soft caressing voice, "I can explain 
everything. Just calm down and I'll tell you how it happened. Believe me, 
there's an explanation . . ." To her intense relief, she saw the anger begin 
to fade away from his eyes, the apoplectic color drain from his face as he 
listened to her soothing words. But it was not her words alone that were 
affecting him ... his eyes were roaming over the lovely svelte curves of her 
body, made more provocative by the weeks of love-making she had enjoyed with 
Max, and enhanced because of the length of time that had elapsed since they 
made love. Darlene held her breath, hoping against hope that he would regain 
his temper, the memory of what happened the last time he raged out of 
control etched on her mind. 

"Don't worry, Burt darling, I'll tell you all about it . . ." she murmured, 
daring to raise her hand and softly caress his shoulder as he stared down at 
her. He couldn't take his eyes off her. This wasn't the Darlene he knew. 
This was a completely different person, a real woman . . . and he had just 
seen her burst into orgasm, something she had never done with him ... he 
pushed the rebellious thoughts of just how she had reached that orgasm from 
his brain and continued to let his gaze wander freely over her silvery body. 
She looked so good, he longed to reach out and touch her, feel the softness 
of those voluptuous curves under his hand, taste the new fulfillment of 
those full ripe lips . . . and best of all, she seemed to want him to! 

In a sort of daze, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers and was 
amazed at the warm resiliency of them, of the fire pulsing through them. 
Tentatively, he reached out and stroked the full rounded orb of her breast, 
incredulous at the vibrant firmness of it. Angry thoughts tried to assert 
themselves again, but he brushed them aside. He'd worry about all that 
later, get right to the bottom of the whole affair, but now, his thoughts 
were centered on the lovely, quivering nakedness of his wife. He just had to 
feel it, to stroke it, to caress it. .. 

With a low moan he bent lower over his wife's trembling body, breathing in 
the feminine odor of her, inhaling the heady scent of her womanhood. 

"Oohh Darlene," he sighed as his mouth traced a hot path of tremulous desire 
down the satiny skin of her throat, lower to the enticing arc of her molded 
breasts, orally caressing each one in turn in loving, tender gestures . . . 

Darlene sighed blissfully, thrilled not only at having averted his terrible 
rage, but also from the delicious tremors which were rippling through her 
from her husband's light, delicate touches. It was good, feeling him caress 
and kiss her like this, far, far better than she remembered . . . 

With shocking suddenness, a loud voice rang out, shattering the peaceful 
communion of the husband and wife, jolting them back into startling reality 
. . . 

"What about me, lover?" 

Chapter Nine 

There was a stunned silence, during which nobody moved. Then Burt, his face 
ashen, slowly turned around. 

"Brenda!" he whispered hoarsely. 

"Yes, you seem to have forgotten about me!" she said crisply, moving nearer 
to where her lover was bending over his naked wife. 

"Brenda, I . . ." he began again, his voice trailing off miserably. 

"I see you quickly found another diversion!" she snapped angrily. "Well," 
she went on vehemently, "let's see which of us is really to your ! taste . . 
." 

Darlene stared in bewilderment at Brenda, and then turned her gaze back to 
Burt, realization finally dawning. 

"You!" she accused, "you were having an affair with Brenda all along!" 

"Darlene, please listen . . ." But Darlene wasn't listening. She was staring 
at Brenda, who was beginning to unzip her tunic and was casually shrugging 
it off. 

"Brenda, what are you doing?" Burt demanded, his voice harsh. 

"Wait and see, mister!" she snapped, as she unzipped her satin bell bottoms, 
and slowly rolled them down. Darlene gazed in astonishment as Brenda finally 
stood there, clad only in her bra and panties. Then with a strange smile, 
she began to walk slowly around in a circle, swinging her hips in an 
exaggerated way, loosening the pins in her hair as she did so, allowing to 
cascade in a dark flood around her face. Burt, once more distracted from his 
wife, couldn't take his eyes off the pirouetting figure. The enticing sway 
of her shapely little buttocks held his stare and he was mesmerized by the 
effrontery of her lewd strip tease. 

Darlene also was bewildered, but experienced at the same time, a slight 
feeling of relief. She still hadn't quite absorbed the fact that Brenda had 
been involved, was involved, with her husband, while at the same time she 
herself was having an affair with her boss, Max. She felt a wave of jealousy 
assault her as she stared at the beautiful dark-haired girl who had so 
captivated her husband, but she couldn't help feeling that her husband's 
infidelity eased somewhat the guilt of her own adultery. In fact, now that 
she thought about it, that was probably why Burt had seemed so preoccupied 
of late ... he was slipping out to see Brenda, while she was keeping 
clandestine meetings with Max! 

Brenda had once more stopped in front of Burt, and Darlene watched in utter 
astonishment as the girl's slender white hands crept behind her back and 
unclasped her bra, allowing her creamy upswept breasts to fall free. 
Darlene, with a tinge of jealousy, heard Burt draw in his breath at the 
sight of them, and stare wildly after her as she began to circle around him 
once more, her firmly rounded breasts jiggling enticingly. 

Darlene didn't know what to think. On one hand, she felt like running over 
there and slapping the other girl for carrying on like that in front of her 
husband, but yet, on reflection, who was she to cast the first stone? Burt 
himself caught her cumming from another man's licking her vagina, and she 
had been so lucky that he didn't half-kill her on the spot. She was grateful 
for having side-stepped his anger, and realized with relief, that he 
couldn't now punish her for behavior similar to his. 

"Now Mr. Turner, let's see where your real interest lies!" Brenda sneered as 
her fingers edged inside the waistband of her panties, and with torturous 
slowness, began to ease them down over her shapely hips. Burt gasped as the 
first dark strands of her pubic fleece came into view and Darlene was amazed 
as the girl casually discarded her panties at her ankles, neatly steeping 
out of them. Then, hands on hips, she pirouetted quickly around, and Darlene 
caught a glimpse of white satiny buttocks followed by r the flash of a raven 
pubic mound. Then once more, Brenda was standing before Burt, her lovely 
lips leering teasingly. 

"Well?" she questioned with icy emphasis. 

There was complete silence. Burt looked beseechingly at Darlene, then back 
at Brenda. His brain was in a turmoil. The events of the past few minutes 
were proving too much for him. First the discovery of his wife stripped 
naked with another man, then his rediscovery of her i delectable body, and 
her subsequent discovery of his infidelity. Now he was torn between them, 
and to make matters worse, he had a I throbbing erection, which seemed to be 
getting i bigger every minute, making his pounding cock jab achingly at his 
thigh, scream for release from the prison of his pants. What was he to do? 
If he turned towards Darlene, Brenda would never speak to him again, and he 
didn't know if he could take that. After all, Darlene might fling his 
infidelity back in his face and revert to her former frigid ways. On the 
other hand, if he opted for Brenda, Darlene would certainly be furious-it 
might even mean the end of his marriage. Either way, he was lost . . . he 
was trapped in a web of his own making, and there was no way out. 

The silence was unbearable. Brenda standing there, her face like stone, her 
eyes watchtul; Darlene puzzled, not quite sure of herself, Burt himself 
troubled, perplexed, a little afraid, and Max, whom everybody had forgotten, 
watching the entire tableau with quizzical amusement. 

A metallic rustle shattered the silence, and Burt stared in utter disbelief 
as his wife casually unzipped his pants and gently eased out the huge 
protuberance of his aroused prick. He heard her gasp with astonishment as 
her eyes roamed over it, and trepidation clambered through him as he waited, 
wondering what she was going to do. Incredulous, he watched as she took the 
huge throbbing length in her hands and began to stroke it, with tentative 
feathery strokes that sent shivers scampering along his spine. Her 
fingertips kneaded the throbbing surface while her palm cupped the softly 
dangling sac of his testicles and Burt emitted a long drawn out sigh of 
mingled relief and ecstasy. He could hardly believe that Darlene, his 
hitherto prudish wife was actually loving stroking and fondling his cock. 
Brenda stared in astonishment at the unforeseen occurrence, at a loss as to 
what to do now that her plot had backfired. 

Darlene stared at the long throbbing shaft of fire held between her fingers 
and sighed blissfully. She couldn't explain the impulses that had lead her 
to taking it in her hand and caressing it; she only knew that she wanted to, 
more than anything else, and now she was doing it. She continued to stroke 
the feverishly i throbbing flesh, her fingernails grating the tin- I gling 
skin, and then she pushed him to a sitting f position on the couch and 
kneeled down between his legs, she smiled up at him momentarily with a lewd, 
hungry-like grin, then with a slow, even movement, she lowered her head, 
snaking her tongue out suddenly and lashing the hot trembling organ with a 
cool wet sweep. 

Burt gasped in astonishment, unable to beilieve his eyes or the tumultuous 
feelings cascading through him. He just couldn't believe that it was really 
happening, that Darlene was actually licking his cock, just like Brenda had 
licked it weeks ago. Her tongue swirled around the long pole, racing up and 
down the length of it, probing beneath the flaring cap of the head, 
burrowing into the hairy nest at the base of it, dropping lower still to 
coat the squirming mass of his balls with her warm saliva. 

"Oh God honey, it's fabulous ..." he moaned incoherently, leaning back 
against the sofa, his eyes half-closing, his face flushing a bright red from 
the delicious contact. Darlene was amazed at her own termerity and wondered 
at the change in herself as she continued to lick her husband's penis with 
loving strokes of her deft tongue. Of course, she was a new woman now, 
thanks to Max and all that he had put her through, but somehow, sucking a 
man's cock was something she had balked at-until now. Now this last 
inhibition seemed to have been banished, too, like all the others, and she 
was tree to taste for the first time the piquancy of a male organ in her 
mouth, inhale the pungent odor of his masculine scent, give him pleasure in 
this really thrilling way. 

Burt moaned through clenched teeth as tremors of ecstatic passion rippled 
through him and every millimeter of his flesh felt pricked by red hot 
needles of pleasure. 

"Oooooooohhhhh 

Oh God . . ." he gasped suddenly as he felt the pressuring circle of his 
wife's lips as they slipped wetly over the hard bulbous head and began to 
enclose his palpitating prick in her lovely warm mouth. More and more of it 
she took inside her until Burt felt sure she'd choke, and the rubbery head 
was pressing all the way back against her larynx. 

The stimulating squeeze of her firmly ovaled lips infused him with 
unbelievable pleasure and opening his eyes, he looked down to see her 
lipstick rimmed mouth locked tightly in a beautiful "O" around the red, 
pounding rod of his prick, and the sight added to his lascivious pleasure. 

Darlene's flaxen colored hair fell down like a silk curtain around her face, 
tickling his abdomen, and the almost beatific look on her face was a strange 
contrast to the wanton quality of the act she was performing with such 
obvious hunger. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were still entwined 
around the excitedly pulsing base of his penis as her lovely honeyed lips 
slithered lovingly up and down the inflated thickness of the driving shaft 
of flesh. There was an incredible aching in his balls, carressed to 
exploding point by the measured pumping of her palm as she cradled them 
tenderly in her hand, her rhythmic kneading in perfect timing with the 
voracious sucking of her warmly nibbling lips. 

He would never have believed that his wife had it in her to suck and lick at 
his cock like a hot little whore, but then he had never expected to come in 
and find her getting her pussy licked by that character. It was strange how 
her infidelity didn't seem quite so bad now-he supposed it was because she 
knew about himself and Brenda! BRENDA! He had forgotten all about her in the 
thrilling excitement of Darlene's unexpected move, and now, hurriedly, he 
cast a glance around and saw her standing very near him, looking very 
forlorn. She looked like a little lost child, her pale face sorrowful, yet 
her silken creamy body the form of a real woman. 

"Brenda, honey . . ." he whispered and immediately she was by his side, her 
eyes brightening; "Brenda baby, I want to lick your cunt . . ." his mouth 
framed the words before he had a clear idea in his mind of what he wanted to 
do and before he knew what was happening, Brenda was positioning herself at 
the head of the sofa, thighs drawn apart, her head thrown back in 
anticipatory pleasure. Darlene, kneeling on the floor beside her husband, 
didn't seem to notice what was going on and continued to swipe with her 
tongue at her husband's hard bulging penis with a mastery that was 
unexpected. 

Burt felt a new surge of pleasure as he caught sight of the exposed pink 
flesh of Bren-da's moist warm cunt and with a moan, he reached over and 
placed his thumb and forefinger on each throbbing, blood-swollen flange, 
gently drawing them apart, revealing the contracting edges of her delicate 
cuntal orifice. He continued to gaze up between her open thighs, shivers 
raising goose-bumps all over his spine, and then, without hesitation, he 
leaned over sideways and plunged his long wet tongue into the throbbing 
folds of her waiting vagina. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh 

 Aaaaaggghhhhh 

" Brenda gasped and jerked back from the searing contact, color flooding her 
face, her flesh tingling with lewd excitement. Burt's tongue probed and 
searched among the loose, moist recesses, drawing out the nectar juices of 
her womanhood, burrowing deep into the warm wet walls of her female scented 
cunt. 

"Ooohhhh 

it's so good, Burt . . ." Bren- da moaned ecstatically, drawing her knees 
back towards her shoulders, affording him greater access to the palpitating 
expanse of her wet, naked genitals. 

Darlene heard Brenda's sighs of pleasure and wondered what was happening but 
she was so engrossed in the wonderful sensation of, for the first time, 
having her husband's desire-hardened cock in her mouth that she didn't care, 
turning her attention completely over to the by now expert tonguing she was 
giving it, playing her slippery organ around and around the rock-hard head, 
dipping the tip into the tiny glans opening at the very top, rubbing against 
the webbed underside, feeling his heated male sperm building in the long 
narrow tube underneath. 

It was amazing how good it felt and her mouth was completely filled with his 
exciting masculinity, and her nostrils were flaring from inhaling his 
pungent maleness. Her roundly ovalled lips slid up and down the long column, 
enclosing it almost completely to the hilt in her greedily sucking mouth. 
She could feel the wild seething of his balls in her palm and the tremors 
which transmitted themselves from his palpitating cock through the whole 
length of his body. Again, she heard Brenda emit a long soulful moan and 
this time she just had to see what was going on. 

She turned her head slightly sideways for a moment, straining her eyes, and 
then she muffled a gasp around her husband's gyrating cock when she saw what 
was going on. She couldn't believe it! Burt, her husband, was licking 
Brenda's vagina, just like Max had licked her own, while she, Darlene was 
sucking his cock! She was involved in a lewd three-way act! She thought she 
would feel horror and revulsion . . . instead, she didn't care! She didn't 
care that she was kissing and mouthing her husband's penis while he in turn 
licked and sucked her girlfriend's pussy. She knew then that she had really 
come a long way, and had at last thrown off completely the dismal blanket of 
inhibition. She was fully liberated and ready for anything . . . even this 
lascivious threesome! 

Burt buried his face in Brenda's delicious steaming cunt, reveling in her 
intoxicating femininity, his tongue racing around insanely as he dipped and 
swept and slashed at her soft wet flesh, enjoying her muffled moans of 
pleasure as her thighs closed in around his face, trapping him there, not 
letting him escape from the pulsating heat of her writhing vagina. 

The pressure in his balls was becoming unbearable and he knew that he must 
cum soon. He was still disbelieving about his wife, even more so now that 
she seemed to know she was part of a licentious trio and didn't seem to 
mind! He could feel great swirls of heat rising from the pit of his stomach 
and curl upwards through his frame, and he knew that the moment had come. 

But Brenda was there before him. 

"AAAGGGHHH! Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm dimming! I'm dimming! I'm . . . ah . . . I'm . . 
. AAAHH AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh . . ." And she was there, her pelvis 
grinding wildly against the sofa, her thighs clamped onto his cheeks, her 
pussy flowering open to eject a misty spray of her hotly gushing orgasmic 
juices. He could feel the prehensile nibbling of her tender pussy-flesh as 
it pulled at his lips and mouth and the feverish milking of her writhing 
cuntal sheath sucking back at his tongue until it was aching. Her hands were 
pulling furiously at his hair, tearing out strands as she bucked and twisted 
in orgasmic abandon. His absorption in her crazily flailing climax seemed to 
be the trigger of his own release, and his soulful grunt was lost in the 
depths of her twitching vagina as a tremendous shudder engulfed him 
completely making him vibrate from head to toe as a great torrent of 
pleasurable heat cascaded from his mouth-enclosed cock like molten lava. 

Darlene tensed as she felt the onslaught of his orgasm and then happiness 
flooded through her as she tasted the first drops of her husband's hot thick 
semen as it spurted eagerly into her mouth. Greedily she gulped it, anxious 
not to lose a single drop, proud of her effort in bringing her husband to 
such a total release as this. His ejaculation seemed never ending as it 
poured on down into her eagerly waiting belly and still she took it all, her 
cheeks hollowing and filling with the tremendous effort of keeping up with 
the gigantic flow. She knew that Brenda too was climaxing and felt a surge 
of illicit delight at being part of the wanton threesome. At last, Burt's 
desperately jerking cock began to empty and still her tightly stretched lips 
clung possessively to it, unwilling to let it go, even when it deflated and 
slithered limply from her mouth. Then all three slumped exhausted against 
each other, Burt cradled between the inert forms of his wife and her 
momentarily satiated girlfriend. 

Max Temple stood looking at the nakedly relaxed trio, his face wrinkled in 
perplexity. He couldn't deny that the sight of Turner licking Brenda's cunt 
while his cock was being sucked to dimming by his wife excited him more than 
anything in a long time, and also that he was left out of the whole 
proceedings. He had forgotten what a firebrand Brenda was, and now the sight 
of her nakedly perspiring body, faintly sheening and heaving with tremors of 
excitement, sent ripples of desire prickling along his spine. He couldn't 
take his eyes off her, and the erection which witnessing the lewd threesome 
had started seemed to be growing to gigantic proportions. 

He couldn't stand it any longer. 

"Brenda . . . Brenda, baby, come here . . ." he muttered hoarsely, his eyes 
never leaving her pale, ripe body. 

Brenda raised her head, a puzzled look on her face, and then she saw Max 
standing there, his eyes bulging, hurriedly stripping oft his clothes. Her 
eyes fell immediately to the heavy bulge of his genitals as he released them 
from the confines of his pants, and she ran the tip of her tongue around her 
dry lips as she saw how his bloated cock stood out like a massive tree trunk 
against the forest of his pubic hairs. 

"Brenda . . . over here!" he whispered again, urgently and desperately, and 
like an automaton, Brenda disentangled herself from Burt and moved quickly 
over to where Max was standing, her lips parted in excitement, her eyes 
riveted on the fleshy hardness of his fully erect penis. 

Darlene and Burt were looking at each other, not knowing what to say. Each 
face mirrored the hurt the other had caused, and yet they knew that they 
were both equally guilty of the adultery they had committed against each 
other. 

Finally, Darlene broke the silence. 

"I'm sorry, Darling . . ." she murmered at last, her eyes averted from her 
husband's. 

"Sorry about letting that guy lick your cunt?" Burt slashed out, her apology 
awakening the old wound. 

Darlene looked at him, anger beginning to seethe deep inside her. Who was he 
to berat her? 

"No, come to think of it, I'm not sorry! In fact, I'm glad I had an affair 
with Max . . . espedaily now that I've discovered about your affair with 
Brenda!" Her look was haughty and proud, and it was Burt's turn to look 
sheepish. 

"Darlene, I can explain . . ." he began again, wishing now that he hadn't 
flown off the handle when she had apologized. 

"It's all right, honey," Darlene whispered, her voice soft again. "I 
understand!" 

"Y-you do?" Burt gasped incredulously. 

"Yes, I do!" Darlene went on. "It was mainly my fault, I know-I drove you to 
it, with my bitchiness and my obstinacy." 

"No, no, darling," Burt interrupted, "after what I did to you that night . . 
. half raping you from behind like that . . . but I never thought you'd . . 
. you'd get involved with another man!" 

"Anyway, I did, and it doesn't matter now!" Darlene assured him briskly. 

"Doesn't matter?" Burt echoed incredulously. "Doesn't matter that you've 
been carrying on with another man behind my back. I find you having your 
pussy licked to distraction by another man and you tell me it doesn't 
matter!" 

"But that's just the point, honey," Darlene soothed, a smile creasing her 
face. "Don't you see, before this, I would have never let you or anyone else 
kiss me up between my legs!" 

"Yes, but what's . . .' Burt interrupted truculently. 

"Let me finish, darling," she went on. "I think most of our problems about 
the house, my job, etc. sprung from my sexual frustration, and yours too, 
probably. I just couldn't face the fact that I was frigid!" 

"But you weren't!" Burt insisted. 

"Yes, Burt, I was, and you know it. But now, I'm free-a completely new 
woman, and we have Max to thank for that!" 

Burt scowled, his face menacing again. 

"Oh don't be like that, honey," Darlene laughed happily, "it's obvious that 
whatever was holding me back couldn't have been solved by you-it took 
another man and the sordid, wicked excitement of doing it with a stranger to 
shake me loose. Now don't you see?" 

"Yes, I guess so, but you can imagine that it doesn't make me feel much of a 
man when I realize that my wife can only reach a climax with another guy!" 

"Oh darling that isn't true!" Darlene laughingly protested. 

"No?" Burt answered hopefully. 

"No!, and I can prove it!" Darlene laughed, reaching out tenderly with her 
hand, her eyes roaming lovingly over her husband. "I can prove it this very 
minute!" 

Their rapport was shattered by a piercing scream from the other side of the 
room. 

"Oh God Max, that's it. .. Aaaaaaahhhhhh ..." 

Startled, they looked over and saw that Max and Brenda were grinding nakedly 
together on the floor, his hirsute buttocks pumping hotly between her 
widespread thighs. Brenda's arms were locked around his neck and her ankles 
were locked together up behind his back. Max was fucking wildly into Brenda, 
and she was enjoying it! 

"Looks like they have the right idea!" Darlene said suggestively, and Burt 
stared at her in amazement. 

"W-what do you mean?" he faltered, unsure of himself. Could this be his wife 
talking, making those unbelievable insinuations? 

"Well, I suggest we follow the example of Brenda and Max-after all, they do 
seem to have forgotten all about us-and they are enjoying themselves . . ." 
Her arm slid up to caress her husband's shoulder as he stood there, open 
mouthed in amazement, and was powerless to stop her as she casually began to 
undress him, tenderly stroking his body as she quickly made him naked. 
Almost carelessly, her hand slipped down to his semi-inert penis and began 
to fondle it, engendering startling new life into it, imbuing it with 
excited strength. 

Burt could only stare in amazement as he saw his prick leap into rigid 
protuberance again under his wife's ministrations, and his eyes began to 
rove wildly over her delectable naked body. The events of the past hour were 
proving to be beyond him and he let his emotions take over-wild, primitive 
instincts which propelled him into reaching out and grabbing his wife, urged 
on by the wet, slapping sounds of the pair in the corner as they fucked and 
battered against each other in a crazed pagan rhythm. 

He ground down his lips on his wife's surprised mouth, forcing his tongue 
between her teeth, his numbed brain registering surprise as her organ rose 
to meet his and danced a lewd tango as they swirled around each other 
whipping up a cloud of their warmly commingled saliva. Burt's head was dizzy 
as he prolonged the kiss, intoxicated bv the soft nearness of Darlene's 
nakedly stripped body, prompted by experience of the past to feel that this 
would not last. Then Darlene's lips were against his ear and she was 
whispering excitedly. 

"Oh Burt darling, let's lie down on the couch and fuck now ... I want you to 
fuck me now ..." 

Tumultuous feelings cascaded through Burt, and with a savage moan he forced 
Darlene on her back against the sofa and she sank down onto it, opening her 
arms and visibly trembling thighs wide to her husband. 

Burt was enflamed by the sight of her cream-skinned body, so warm, so 
receptive, for the very first time, to his embraces. His mouth trailed a hot 
path of fiery kisses down the lovely length of her swan like throat, down to 
her breasts where he goaded each rosy nipple in turn into burning turgidity, 
further still to the flat enticing plane of her stomach. 

Darlene moaned in ecstasy under his touch, spreading her legs in tremulous 
anticipation. She could feel the hot lead weight of his prick as it cleaved 
against the flesh of her inner thigh and she could sense a tingling in her 
pussy as if it was aware of the proximity of the delicious organ. She sighed 
as she felt him position the hugely pulsating rod between her quivering 
legs, felt the first hard nudge of the insistent head against the delicate 
flesh of her pussy lips. Then, he slowly parted the soft golden curls of her 
pubic hair and she moaned as she felt the first tentative surge forward by 
her husband. 

Burt stared down in goggle-eyed disbelief at what was happening, and then, 
as if afraid that the sight would vanish like a mirage, plunged forward with 
all his strength and sunk his throbbing, fully erect cock half-wav into his 
wife's hotly welcoming cunt. 

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh . . ."' Darlene gasped, her breath shaken out of her 
by the sudden force of his cock burrowing up into her belly . . . "Oh, 
that's it ... Oh Darling, that's it . . ." 

Burt continued to push forward, feeling his heavy blood-engorged member 
slicing through the unresisting butter soft passage until it fi- nally came 
to rest against the mouth of her womb, the heavy sperm-filled sac of his 
scro- tum resting solidly against the naked split of her upturned 
ass-cheeks. He held it there for a moment and then flexed it slightly, and 
was overjoyed to feel the answering throb from deep inside his wife's 
moistly enfolding vagina. 

Joyfully, he withdrew only to ram forward again, his whole body elevated 
with the idea of fucking his young, voluptuously curved wife and for the 
first time having her really enjoy it. ; 

There was nothing like it, he thought, as he plowed into her with deep hard 
strokes, feeling her cuntal walls flower open avidly to receive him, sensed 
the reality of nothing being held back as he ground it excitedly into her. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Max Temple's body quivering as he 
rammed with all his might into Brenda's wide open pussy, and he was 
astonished to find that he felt no jealousy at watching his mistress, his 
own wife's girlfriend, being screwed by someone else. He had Darlene now-she 
was the one who mattered, and now she was more alive that he ever dreamed 
possible. His hands reached 

up and clasped tightly around the quivering orbs of her breasts, and he felt 
the berry-hard nipples strain against his palms in an agony of excitement. 
He could feel the tremors of excitement coursing through her body and he was 
thrilled beyond belief to realize that it was he and his burgeoning cock 
that was the cause of her ecstasy. 

Darlene was delirious with happiness. She was enjoying, with the very fibre 
of her being, being screwed like this by her husband in the same room where 
just a few days ago she had taken on two other men at the same time. And . . 
. the most wonderful thing of all . . . her body was responding totally and 
completely, in a way it never had before, even with her boss, Max. She knew 
at last the true fulfillment of being completely satisfied by her husband 
and it was a thrilling one. Her body rose to meet his every thrust, and she 
received him deep inside her, every nerve-ending tensed in welcome, and then 
when he was withdrawing, her viscous cuntal channel clung tenaciously to 
him, as if fearful of losing him. 

The knowledge that Max and Brenda were similarly making love only a few feet 
away added in a lewd way to her excitement, and by turning her head a little 
she could see them clearly. Brenda's legs were spreadeagled and pulled all 
the way back to her breasts, her fingers like talons in Max's shoulders. 
Darlene could just get a glimpse of thinly straining lips of pink moistness 
before their bearded softness was obscured by the thick heavy rod of Max's 
cock slicing into her open belly, and Darlene could hear the Ooomph! that 
Brenda emitted each time their boss' heavily driving hardness struck home. 
It was strangely exciting to watch them, their sweat soaked bodies slapping 
lewdly together, her lover and her girlfriend, her husband's mistress, as 
they rocked and fucked insanely against each other in total abandon-just 
like she herself and Burt were doing. 

Her arms reached up and pulled Burt down on her once more, enjoying the feel 
of his hard sinewy chest against her pulsating breasts, enjoying the harsh 
grinding force of his kiss as his lips descended on hers. Eagerly she darted 
her tongue into his mouth, and sought his, enjoying to the full the 
simulation of unrestrained intercourse as their organs sucked and pulled at 
each other in wonderfully abandoned excitement. 

"Oh Christ, Darlene, you're fabulous ... I love fucking you . . ." Burt 
gasped as he slammed his pelvis hard between her upraised thighs, and his 
crude words of praise thrilled her like no carefully-worded compliment had 
ever done. 

In a daze, she felt her legs being forced back higher over her husband's 
shoulders, felt the new thrill as his driving prick was able to explore 
secret areas of her open vaginal depths with unobstructed ease. She held in 
her breath as she felt his middle finger searching down beneath her churning 
vagina and probe tentatively around the smoothly, hidden crevice of her ass, 
jab experimentally at the crinkled rubbery ring of her anus. Then with 
unexpected harshness, Burt rammed his digit in to the first knuckle into her 
trembling rectum. 

"Noooooooooo . . . not that Burt . . ." she sobbed suddenly as a blinding 
wave of pain hit her and then ... to her surprise, it cleared immediately, 
and she realized that she liked it there! Yes, she liked his finger 
skewering her twice fucked rectum and eagerly she screwed her tingling back 
passage down onto his digit until he had imbedded it to the palm of his hand 
up inside her. Yes! Yes! she liked this dual excitement, and lurid little 
shivers of wickedness ran all over her body as he rotated his finger inside 
her and began to warm it in unison with the feverish plunging of his prick 
into her pussy above. This is heaven! Darlene's heart sang as she bucked and 
tossed frenziedly against her husband, Burt's demented screwing into her, 
her body laved in perspiration, her brain fuzzy from total arousal. From 
far, far away, she was aware of a quickening of the wet, sluicing sounds of 
the other pair in the room, and then the air was resounding with wild 
orgasmic shrieks. 

"Oh Max darling, oh Max, I'm there, I'm there, I'm . . . Cuuummmmmiiinggggg 
...!!!" Brenda was cumming and her cries and moans of pleasure reverberated 
in the atmosphere as her body crashed like waves against the rocks, caught 
violently in the throes of her orgasm. Max had his release then, too, and 
Darlene shuddered from the wet smacking sounds of the tremendous power of 
his climax, manifested in his hoarse, raucous cries. They pounded against 
each other with unmitigated fury and Darlene thought that their bodies would 
crack with the strain, but they didn't, they just went on shrilling with 
excitement as overpowering pleasure surged through them in unison and they 
wreaked the utmost in ecstasy from each other's moistly connected bodies. 

Darlene herself knew that she must be soon on the verge of an orgasm. She 
was content now to let herself drift, carried along on the gentle drift of 
pleasure which was rippling through her body and imbuing her with a sense of 
completeness and happiness. 

Burt's rhythmic thrusts were becoming more intensified as he fucked crazily 
into her, his hands like iron gloves fastened to her thighs, his pelvis like 
a battering ram pounding against her upturned loins. 

"Oh God Darlene, that's it . . . fuck back . . . I'm nearly there . . ." he 
sobbed out, and Darlene knew that their time had come. Her body felt light 
and airy, almost floating and was then brought abruptly down to earth as a 
huge whirlwind like tremor shuddered through her, shaking her arms and legs, 
making her toss back her head and scream out helplessly . . . 

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . . Oh Burt! Oh Burt! ... I'M CUMMING! I'M 
CUMMING!" Her wailing seemed to go on forever-she had certainly lost all 
control over it, and her body itself seemed as if it belonged to someone 
else, someone who held the strings while she dangled and jerked through the 
motions of an earth-shattering release that had nothing to do with anything 
but the incredible pleasure she was feeling. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she continued to chant, her head tossing from side to side, 
her hair like a golden halo flying around her face. She didn't realize it 
but her fingers were leaving thick red welts all across her husband's back 
as they dug into him, and her heels were drumming a tattoo on his aching 
hips. She was a mindless being, totally out of control as she jerked and 
bucked from the force of the orgasm which was rocketing through her, taking 
her with it to another planet, leaving her there, breathless and satiated. 

She was barely aware of Burt cumming, filling her hotly welcoming belly with 
the heat of his sperm, as his pounding up between her now limply dangling 
thighs assumed maniacal intensity, and his voice was contorted with lustful 
ebullience. 

"Oh God! Oh God Darlene, fuck back . . . keep fucking baaacckkk . . . 
Uuugghhnnnn . . ." 

He was in another world too as he tumbled through uncharted chasms of 
pleasure which suddenly appeared to swallow him and then just as suddenly 
ejected him to land on yet another plateau of intense excitement. There had 
never been anything like it-this fucking he was giving and had received from 
his wife, and all thought about their differences vanished as he slumped 
down beside her, a dark blanket of restful satisfaction slipping over both 
of them as they clung tightly to each others nakedly satiated bodies. 

Chapter Ten 

It was much, much later when Darlene and Burt finally left. They had no idea 
what time it was, except that they were glad to be leaving, because after 
their earth shattering orgasm together, when they had finally rediscovered 
each other, the evening had taken on orgiastic aspects, and the hours 
blended, for both of them into a chaotic tangle of arms and legs, cocks and 
cunts. All four of them, with Max ringleading, had experimented with many 
different ways and positions, until Darlene was so weak between her thighs 
that she thought that she would never walk again. Burt, she knew, was 
anxious to get home, because, suddenly, the importance of Max and Brenda in 
their lives had faded into insignificance. In fact, Darlene couldn't help 
thinking that they were well-matched and hoped that she wouldn't see either 
of them again. 

She had decided, somewhere during the course of the long, action-filled 
night, that she would relinquish her job-she didn't really need it any more. 
She had also decided that there was something very attractive about their 
house, and had come to the conclusion that a modern housing development 
bungalow put her too forcibly in mind of Max and Brenda, and a style of life 
she had tried to emulate, and of which she had had enough. Yes, from now on, 
she was determined to be everything that Burt wanted her to be-and, she 
realized, that she herself wanted to be. No more frisking around for her-she 
just wanted to be a quiet little housewife, waiting patiently for her 
husband to come home .. . 

"Oh Burt darling, I'm so glad we're going home!" she smiled, hugging him 
closely as she sat beside him in the car. Burt pressured her shoulder 
lovingly, his face bright with happiness as he gazed down at his radiant 
young wife. 

"So am I, honey," he laughed, and then added, with a gleam in his eye, "and 
from now on, my little shopgirl, I'm going to be your only customer!" 

"You're the only one I'm going to service, too, darling! She smiled happily, 
remembering silently and with a grateful warmth, Sean Mathews, the panty 
salesman. After all, he and Max had really given she and Burt all the 
happiness they now possessed . . . 


End
