The Wife Raper
by J.T. Watson


FOREWORD 

Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, 
we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and 
women throughout the ages. 

While Americans today are leading "the good life", enjoying material 
comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in 
an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our 
life-style. 

Janice Dobbs is a typical suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material 
comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband's increasing neglect lead her into 
acts which she never dreamed she was capable of. With each day she finds 
herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning 
back. 

WAYWARD WIFE is a novel about this woman. A novel about the problems that 
may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore 
society's prohibitions. 

The Publisher 


Chapter One 

Janice Dobbs ran a hand through her shoulder length red hair as she watched 
her husband's car disappear up their shaded drive. 

She was glad to be rid of him. It had been a long morning and she had 
started to believe that she would never get him off on his business trip. 

He always got randy before he left on a business trip, grabbing her body and 
feeling her up. Janice found it disgusting. She didn't mind being married to 
him, except for the sex. Joe Dobbs was a gentle, considerate man and she 
gave him sex as often as she considered it a part of her wifely obligation. 

She wrinkled her pretty little nose in distaste as she thought of sex. She 
gave herself to him, but she shuddered each time his hot hands touched her. 
He had wanted to do it that morning, but she had said no to that idea quick 
enough. 

In the six months they had been married she had never even let him see her 
completely naked and that was the way she intended to keep things. 

Her mother had taught her that sex was something that should be done in the 
privacy of darkness. That was the way a lady should do it and Janice 
considered herself a lady. 

Thinking of her mother made Janice remember that her mother was supposed to 
be over that afternoon. They had planned a shopping trip. She hurried 
upstairs and took a long, hot shower. Her flawless skin was reddened as she 
stepped out of the shower. She spent a moment studying herself in the 
mirror. 

She really did have a good body with her full, proud breasts, her slender 
waist, and her rounded buttocks. She knew that she was attractive to men and 
she knew her body had been the way she had won her husband. 

So what if he was nearly twice her age and her marriage had caused the 
entire town to gossip? She had plenty of money to spend, a nice home to live 
in, and a husband who didn't bother her very much. It was a good life. She 
slipped into her expensive underthings, liking the way the soft fabric 
caressed her body. She wished that a man's hands were as soft as the fabric. 
Then she might enjoy the sex act a little more. She also dressed in the 
pants outfit that her husband had bought her. She knew it made her mother 
feel proud to see her in expensive things. 

She pressed her long red hair onto her head into a severe bun that she 
fastened with pins. She also put on glasses that hid her pert looks and gave 
her face a dull, studious appearance. 

She heard a car pulling into the driveway and she knew it had to be her 
mother. She gave herself a final looking over in the mirror. Nothing was out 
of place. She knew her looks would please her mother. 

Someone knocked on the door and she hurried down the stairs. 

"I'm coming, Anne," Janice called loudly. "Just a moment, mother." 

She was surprised to open the door and find that it wasn't her mother who 
stood there. Her surprise was such that it took her a few moments before she 
recognized her husband's business partner, Bud Willis. 

"Bud," she said stupidly. "You missed Joe. He left about ten minutes ago." 

Then she realized that Bud would know he missed her husband. There was no 
car there. She felt a shiver go down her back for some reason. 

Perhaps it was just being alone with Bud Willis. Bud Willis was everything 
her husband was not. He was young, aggressive, and he looked at her with 
dirty eyes, as if he were mentally undressing her. He was not the sort of 
person she liked to be around. 

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Janice?" he asked. 

She didn't like to be called Janice by this man. He made her name sound 
dirty, as if he were uttering a four-letter word. She shivered again. 

"Joe's gone," she said. 

"I know that," he said. "I waited until his car left the driveway." 

She was suddenly very afraid. She knew that something had changed between 
them suddenly. He was no longer just a junior business partner she could 
make polite conversation with. He was something scary and she knew she 
couldn't let him into the house. 

"I'm waiting for my mother," she said. 

"Isn't that the story of your whole dull life," he said. "Aren't you always 
waiting on your mother?" 

"I don't know what you mean," she said. 

"Sure you do," he said. "Now let me in, Janice. 

Don't keep me waiting on the porch like the hired help." 

She was too shocked to say anything. He pushed past her into the hallway. 
She knew she should protest but she couldn't find the right words. 

"Where's the bar?" he said. "It's funny, but I've been Joe's partner for 
eight years and he's never invited me to his home." 

"In there," Janice said. "You can't just come in here. You can't. . . " 

She was stumbling over her words because she couldn't find the right phrase 
to express her anger. While she was trying, he walked into the living room. 
She followed him and watched him make himself a drink. 

"Would you like something?" he asked. 

"No," she said. 

"I would if I were you," he shrugged. "You're going to need one." 

"You get out of here," she said. "Get out before I call the police." 

She felt silly and stupid after she had said it. He hadn't really done 
anything to her. There was nothing to call the police about. But she could 
feel a coldness in her stomach every time he looked at her. 

He shrugged his shoulders and sipped at his drink. He made a wry face. 

"Not very good bourbon," he said. "I would expect that Joe would have 
something better." 

"What do you want?" she asked. "Why have you come here like this?" 

He gave her a slow smile and sipped again at his drink. 

"Don't you know?" he asked. 

Suddenly she did know and she was more afraid than she had ever been. It no 
longer seemed like such a silly, stupid idea to call the police. She glanced 
at the phone. 

"Go ahead," he said. "But I'm closer to it than 

you are. I think I can reach it before you do." 

She thought of the upstairs phone. She could probably reach that phone 
before he even realized what she was doing. She gave herself a confident 
face. 

"Why should I?" she asked. "You're not going to bother me. You know better 
than to do anything like that." 

As she talked she edged back toward the hall door. She jumped through it at 
her last word and headed for the stair. She got to the third step before he 
caught her. She almost screamed when she felt the sharp edge of a knife 
pressing against the back of her neck. 

"Keep walking," he said. "The bedroom is where I want you. Just keep 
walking." 

She swallowed nervously as she started walking. The stairs seemed longer 
than they ever had. Her knees seemed weak and she was afraid she was going 
to drop before she reached the top. She made it, though she didn't know how, 
and she stopped at the top of the stairs. 

"Keep walking," he commanded. "Your bedroom." 

He gave her a shove in the small of her back and she was pushed into her 
bedroom. She could feel her heart hammering in her lungs as she stood there 
and tried not to look toward the bed. 

"The center of the room," he commanded. 

She was pushed roughly until she had found the desired position. She turned 
her eyes toward the window. This couldn't be happening, she thought. Not to 
me. Not in the middle of the morning and with my husband's partner. It can't 
be. 

"Face me," he said. 

She turned around and faced him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed 
holding the knife on his lap. She noticed that he still had his drink. 

"You're scared," he said. "That's all right. I like to see you scared." 

"Why?" she asked. "Why are you doing this to me? I haven't ever hurt you." 

"Not hurt me?" he laughed bitterly. "Baby, you're the type that hurts every 
man she comes across." 

"I don't know what you mean," she said. 

"The hell you don't," he said. "You know what Joe was like before you met 
him? He was a carefree sucker who enjoyed a woman any time he got one. He 
was nice to be around, a lot of fun. Then he met you and overnight he became 
a dried-out shell of a man." 

"He's very happy," Janice protested. 

"Sure he's happy now and then," Willis said. "Especially when you deem fit 
to share your precious body with him." 

"That's not true," she argued. "We have a good sex life." 

"Ha," he said. "I know you, baby. You're a proud bitch and you look at men 
with pride. Well maybe I can teach you a few lessons in real sex." 

She had started thinking about the pistol. Joe kept a loaded gun near the 
bed in one of the bedside tables. She only had to move a few feet to get it. 

"Now let's see what you got," he said. "Start stripping, baby." 

She went for the gun. Fear gave her speed and she had the gun in her hands 
before he could reach her. She turned and fired once. Her hands had not held 
the gun steady enough and the shot went wild. Then he was on her. 

He ripped the gun from her nervous fingers and smashed her across the mouth 
with his hand. She went backwards, but managed to keep her footing. 

He bent down and picked up the pistol and she ran for the door. She started 
screaming as she got to the stair. If only she could make someone hear her. 
She got halfway down the stairs before she felt his arms going around her. 

"Bitch," he said violently. 

She kicked down hard on his instep and he grunted in pain. His arms released 
her and she started down the stairs again. She had no idea of what she was 
going to do except that she had to get out the door. Once outside she could 
make it to the road and stop a car. Or get to a neighbor's house. 

"I'm tired of playing, bitch," he said. 

She felt a staggering blow to the back of her head and she lost her balance. 
She fell down the last three steps. She tried to get quickly to her feet but 
he was already standing over her. 

"You made me spill my drink," he said. "Now go make me another one." 

He kicked her but it wasn't a very hard kick. He kept pushing her with his 
foot until she got to her feet. He pushed her toward the living room. 

"Make it strong, baby," he said. 

She froze as she felt his hand brush down the small of her back and then 
touch her ass gently. She almost couldn't breathe. She couldn't believe that 
he was really touching her that way. She pulled away from his hand as if 
she'd been bitten. 

"Fix my drink," he said. 

She did as she was told. She fixed it strong and she brought it out to him. 
He took it and sipped it. She noticed a bulge in his pocket and knew he 
still had the gun. 

She steeled herself for the' wave of revulsion that washed over her and she 
pressed herself a little closer to him. She could feel the quickening of his 
heartbeat. 

"You don't have to hurt me anymore," she whispered. "I'll do what you say." 

She pressed her lips to his and she found them hot and salty and tasting of 
bourbon. She tried to kiss him as sexy as she could while her fingers 
dropped to his pocket. 

She reached into his coat pocket and she felt the cold steel of the pistol. 
She gingerly lifted it out and pressed the barrel against his side. She 
pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He pushed her away and he was 
laughing. 

"Goddamn bitch," he said. "You just won't give it up, will you'? I unloaded 
the gun upstairs. You didn't really think I was going to give you another 
chance to shoot me." 

"Damn you," she said. 

He swallowed the rest of his drink in a couple of gulps and he put the glass 
down on a hall table. She saw his hand coming, but she couldn't avoid the 
blow. He hit her hard across the mouth and this time she couldn't keep her 
footing. She went down hard on the floor. 

Her arms and butt felt bruised and she could taste her own blood from her 
cut lip. 

Once more he took out the switchblade knife and flicked it open. 

"A memento from my upbringing," he said, as she stared at the shiny blade. 
"It's really very sharp. It could cut your face to ribbons." 

"Oh my God," Janice spoke softly. 

The fear became something she couldn't control. Something like crawly hands 
touched her body. She couldn't seem to take her eyes away from that knife. 
She could see him cutting her face to ribbons. Ruining the looks she had 
always been vain about. 

"I could fix it so a plastic surgeon could spend years getting you to look 
half human." 

"Please," She licked her lips. "Please don't do that." 

"You'll do as I say'?" he asked. 

"Yes," she answered. 

The fear of getting raped was not half as bad as having her looks destroyed. 
She could stand another man rutting about inside of her but she couldn't 
stand having that knife touch her face. 

"Go back upstairs," he said. "Stand exactly where I put your before." 

She walked back up the stairs as if she was in a trance. She found the place 
he had told her to stand and she waited. It seemed like a long time before 
he came back up. She thought about the phone again. She could call the 
police. But she kept thinking about that shiny blade and she didn't move. 

He had another drink in his hand when he finally came up. He sat down on the 
edge of the bed. His eyes studied her like a cat studies a mouse it's about 
to eat. 

"Take the pins out of your hair," he said. 

She undid the pins and let her red hair fall free and flowing about her 
shoulders. She dropped the pins on the floor as she looked into his admiring 
eyes. 

"Very nice," he said. "Without your glasses and with your hair hanging down 
you look almost human.'" 

"Please," she said. "Just leave. We'll forget about everything that's 
happened if you'll just go." 

"Take the rest of it off, baby. Let me see that body you're so proud of." 

She shivered with fear. She had never been completely naked before a man. 
She felt a hot blush of shame and humiliation rise to her face. She thought 
her shame would make him stop but her red face only seemed to excite him 
more. 

"The clothes," he said. "Take your goddamned clothes off or do you want me 
to finish what I started downstairs?" 

He brandished the knife to show her that he meant business. She started 
undoing the buttons of her blouse. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to 
see his face as her nervous fingers undid the buttons. She pulled it apart. 

She knew now that his hot eyes were lusting over the expensive bra she'd 
chosen to wear. Now she wished that she hadn't chosen a bra that was so 
appealing. 

"The rest of it, baby," he said. 

She reached behind her back and undid the bra snaps. She couldn't seem to 
let the snaps go. She knew that her breasts would be naked as soon as she 
did. 

"Let me see those titties," he commanded. "Or I'll come over there and take 
it off myself." 

That settled it. She let the bra go and it fell away from her creamy, 
jutting titties. 

She lowered her arms and let the bra fall slowly to the carpeted floor. She 
could feel his hot eyes touching her in a more intimate way than her 
husband's hands had fondled her. Again she blushed hot with shame. 

"Beautiful," he said. "Still young and firm. I bet they taste sweeter than 
sugar." 

"Please," she said again. 

"Shut up and take off your pants," he said. "I want to see if your pussy is 
the same color as your hair." 

She had never been talked to that way by any man, but there was nothing she 
could do about it. She vowed a silent revenge for what he was putting her 
through. She would have Joe shoot his balls off! 

She stripped down the pants and then she slipped the panties down her legs. 
She kicked out of them and felt his hot eyes going all over her body. 

"Hmmmm," he said. "I'd have never thought it possible, but you're a little 
redder down there." 

She tried to hold her head up but she couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't 
look at his lustful face. 

"Come here," he said. 

She told herself to be strong. It wouldn't be so different than getting it 
from her husband. She would just have to be strong and suffer through it. 

She opened her eyes as she drew close to the bed. She was shocked to find 
that he'd taken the opportunity to take his clothes off. Somehow she'd never 
expected him to get naked. Naked, he was not at all what she'd expected him 
to look like. 

In his clothes he looked small. Without them he had a huge chest and 
muscular arms that showed that he worked out with weights often. 

She found her gaze drawn down to where his cock jutted out from between his 
legs. She gave a low gasp of surprise. She expected most cocks to look like 
her husband's, but Bud Willis had a monster that was probably two inches 
longer than her husband's and much thicker. 

"Like that?" he asked. "Most women do." 

"It's vulgar," she said. 

"You'll learn to like it," he said. Then he placed one hand on her full 
buttock and pulled her close to him. She tried not to shy away in revulsion 
for she knew he would only hurt her if she did. But not shying away was hard 
as she felt his hand. 

"My God," he said huskily. "I'd like to take my time with you the first time 
to show you how a real man fucks, but my balls are hurting. On the bed!" 

She got onto the bed. She stretched out and she felt his hands on her 
titties. He slowly twisted her pink nipples between his fingers, trying to 
make them hard. She had her eyes closed tightly and she tried to think of 
other things. 

"Goddamn, you're cold," he said. "I wonder how old Joe stands it." 

She felt his breath against her titty and her eyes popped open in surprise. 
His head went against her skin and his hot tongue flicked out at her. 

It did little more than disgust her and she could stand it no longer. She 
tried to twist out of his grasp but she suddenly felt the knife in her 
throat. 

"Still," he warned. "Be still or I'll open your throat." 

She did remain very still, with the knife at her throat. She felt his brutal 
fingers prying her legs apart. She still couldn't believe it was happening. 
'This sort of thing did not happen to a good woman. 

But it was happening. He sucked in one of her nipples in between his lips. 
His tongue licked and caressed her until she felt something happening. It 
had never happened to her before. She had never responded to any man. 

Yet she was beginning to grow warm and there were exciting tingles, between 
her legs. He might have aroused her if he could have waited, but he was too 
hot for her. 

He swung his full weight on top of her and his hard prick was pushing 
between her legs. She felt the thick cock-head pressed against the lips of 
her cunt. 

"Please," she said. "Please don't do it." 

He pressed down with the knife to remind her not to fight as his hips 
started moving to force the thick rod into her. She gasped as his cockhead 
popped into her and then his long, thick shaft began to fill her. 

"Oh no," she moaned. "Oh no!" 

But there was no stopping him. He gave his cock another shove and buried it 
to his balls in her cunt. This time she gasped in astonishment. 

He filled her as her husband never had and he knew how to use his cock. He 
began to rotate it in a slow circle that rubbed his prick against the walls 
of her cunt. 

"Oh," she said. 

She didn't know what might have happened if he had kept that up. But he 
couldn't control himself any longer. He started pounding his cock into her 
the way her husband did. She closed her eyes again as he fucked her. 

"Ummmmm, BABY!" he yelled. "I knew you was good! I knew you had a good 
pussy! Ummmm, BABYYYYYY!" 

And then his hot cum was pouring into her cunt, making her slippery with his 
juice. He squeezed her titties as he came and yelled dirty words into her 
ear. 

She was afraid that he was going to get so carried away that he would cut 
her with the knife, but he never allowed the pressure of the steel to get 
any worse against her throat. 

Finally he was done. He rolled over and she saw that his now limp cock was 
dripping tiny pearly white drops. She started to get up from the bed but he 
caught her arm. 

"What do you want?" she asked angrily. 

"Haven't you already gotten what you want?" 

"Baby," he said softly. "We've just started." 

"You can't mean that," she asked. 

"But I do. I know your husband will be gone for a week and I'm going to use 
this week to teach you all about sex. By the time I'm done with you you're 
going to know how to do everything in the manual. " 

"You're sick," she said. 

She saw the blow coming and again she couldn't avoid it. He knocked her off 
the bed and then he grabbed her by the hair. He pressed her face to his 
crotch. 

She had never been so sick. She turned her face so that only her cheek was 
pressed against him but she could feel a drop of wet against her cheek. She 
knew it was his cum and it made her even more disgusted. 

"You're the sick one," he said. "But we're going to change all that. We're 
going to get you better this week." 

They both heard the knock on the door at the same moment. 

"Who the hell is that?" he asked. 

"Mother," Janice said. "I told you she was coming over today." 

"Okay," he said. "Put your robe on and get rid of her. Just remember I've 
got the knife." 

Janice put her robe on and walked to the stairs. She knew her mother would 
tire of knocking and come on in. She was ready for the knob to turn. Her 
mother stepped in and took Bud completely by surprise. 

Janice's mother, Anne, stopped in shocked disbelief. She could see the naked 
man standing in the doorway with a large knife in his hand. 

"Run!" Janice screamed suddenly. "Run, Mother, and get the police! He's 
crazy." 

Janice never felt the blow that knocked her completely senseless. 

Chapter Two 

"Wake up, darling," Janice's mother said softly. "Drink this. It'll make you 
feel better." 

Janice awakened to find herself stretched out on the living-room couch. She 
still had her robe wrapped around her. Her mother was sitting next to her 
with a drink in her hand. 

"Sip this," Anne said. "Slowly. It'll help you not to have a bad head." 

Janice sat up and sipped from the glass. The brandy sent a feeling of warmth 
through her. Janice touched at her forehead and found a bump there. 

"What did he hit me with?" Janice asked. 

"With his hand," Anne said. "He turned you around and slapped you with his 
open hand. He must be very strong." 

"Oh, he is," Janice said, with a shiver, as she remembered him holding her 
down and his thick cock slamming into her pussy. 

"Where is he?" Janice asked, sitting up. "And why didn't you get away?" 

"He's in the hall," her mother answered. "And one does not run away with a 
pistol pointed at you." 

"It wasn't loaded," Janice said. 

"Yes, but I didn't know that," Anne said. 

At that moment Bud Willis came back into the room. He had put on a pair of 
shorts but that was all. She-forced herself not to look down at the bulge in 
his shorts. 

"So our little lady is back with us," Willis said. 

"It wasn't wise of you to scream." 

"You're a bastard," Janice said. 

"True," he shrugged. "But then, don't we all have a little bit of bastard in 
us?" 

He still had the pistol in his hand and he motioned with it for Anne to 
stand up. 

"Make me a drink," he said. 

Anne got up and walked to the bar. She began mixing him a drink. Janice 
noticed that his eyes followed the jiggling of her mother's buttocks. 

Anne had kept herself well over the years. Her hips were not much wider than 
Janice's and Janice knew that her big tittles were still firm and proud. 

Anne had chosen to wear a red miniskirt that made her look years younger and 
her closely cropped red hair was even more attractive. 

Janice could see how a man like Willis would be 

interested in her mother. Even her husband had given Anne a few casual, 
admiring glances. 

"Bring it here," Willis said. 

Anne brought the drink to him. Her back was straight and her face was proud. 
Her look seemed to say that Willis could look all he wanted but he better 
not touch. 

She stood near him as he sipped his drink. Janice saw his hungry eyes go 
over her firm, tanned thighs and long legs. Then his eyes swept back up to 
her full titties. 

"You're a nice-looking woman," he said. 

"I know that," Anne said. "Now would you like anything else?" 

"Yes, I would," he said. "But not just yet." 

"You try anything," Anne said. "And I'll scratch your eyes out, gun or no 
gun." 

Anne walked back over to sit down beside Janice. Janice admired her mother's 
courage but she also saw the look that came to Bud Willis's face. He had 
been challenged and he liked a challenge. He licked his lips. 

"I didn't want us to get bored," Bud said softly. 

"So I called a couple of friends of mine." 

"Friends," Janice said. 

"Yes," he said. "They should be here soon." 

Janice realized she had to do something. Once his friends got here there was 
no telling of what could happen. There would be less of a chance to escape. 

It had to be now or never. 

"Would you like another?" Janice asked. "I notice you're getting low." 

"Sure, baby," he said. 

She took his glass and went to the bar. She made this one as strong as she 
could. He probably wouldn't like the taste, but she didn't intend for him to 
taste it. 

She noticed Anne raising an eyebrow as she walked over to Bud. 

"Did I tell you how good you were, baby?" Bud questioned, as she drew close. 
"You've got a sweet, tight pussy. I loved it." 

She seemed to stumble and then she threw the alcohol into his eyes. He 
screamed and tried to reach for her but she was already running. 

Her mother was close behind her. 

She reached the door and pulled it open. Her mind was racing with what she 
had to do next. Freedom was only a few steps away. 

There were two men outside the door. 

"You in a hurry, sugar?" one asked. 

They were both big, tough-looking men dressed in bluejeans and T-shirts. 
They looked like they were construction workers or something from the way 
their muscles bulged out. 

She tried to kick one but he took her arm and pushed her back inside the 
door as easily as if he were handling a child. She had thought that Bud 
Willis was strong. He had nothing on these two men. 

"Don't try it, sugar," the same man said. "You might get hurt." 

Janice saw the look of frustration that came to Anne's face. Anne wasn't 
afraid. Not yet. But Anne knew there was no sense in trying to fight these 
two men. 

They walked back into the living room again. Bud Willis still sat in the 
chair. He dabbed at his eyes with a piece of cloth. 

"I think our ladies were trying to get away," the bigger man said. 

"Yes," Bud agreed. "It does look like that." 

Bud stood up. Janice felt her knees grow a little weak as he walked toward 
her. His face was angry. 

"You're a bitch," he said. 

He slapped her hard. Anne came toward him like an angry mother cub, but the 
tallest of the two men caught her around the waist and pulled her back. 

"Easy, little lady," he said. 

Anne tried to claw at his face and he caught her arm. He bent it backward 
until there were tears of pain stinging at her eyes. 

"Cut it out," he said. "Just cut it out." He kept bending her arm until Anne 
went down on her knees from pain. He looked down in satisfaction. 

"Now that's where I like a woman. On her knees. It takes a real woman to 
know her place." 

He released her finally. Anne was softly sobbing and rubbing her arm. She 
didn't look so proud anymore. 

Janice had not moved. Again Bud turned to her. He slapped her hard three 
more times on her face. His slaps sounded like shots in the quiet room. 

"Now sit down," he said. 

Janice walked like a zombie to the chair and sat down. She didn't have the 
heart to fight anymore. She would just let them do what they wanted and then 
maybe they would leave quicker. 

Bud looked at the biggest of the two men. The one who had been holding Anne. 

"What do you think, Harry?" Bud asked. 

"Ummmm," Harry said. "I think you got us a couple of nice looking pheasants 
this time. Especially this one." He nudged Anne with his foot. "I like a gal 
with a little spirit in her. They train better." 

"I thought you might," Bud said. "Why don't you teach her a few tricks? 
We'll watch. Maybe Janice will learn a few also." 

"What do you mean?" Janice asked. 

The other man came to the couch and sat down beside Anne. He put one big 
hand on her knee. 

"Now don't your worry, sugar," he said. "Old Matt will keep you company 
while Harry is working with your mother. You won't feel left out." 

"Take your hands off me," Janice said. 

Matt squeezed her knee and she became aware of a great strength in those 
steely fingers. He kept squeezing until she gasped in pain. 

"Now you just watch, sugar," he said. "And keep quiet. You learn better by 
keeping your mouth shut." 

Janice got quiet as Matt drummed his fingers on her knee. She no longer 
protested his grasp. She knew there was very little she could do about it. 

She watched as Harry lifted her mother to her feet. 

"Now you be nice to Harry," Harry said. 

"Let me go," Anne said. 

"I will," Harry promised. "Just as soon as I'm finished." 

"What are you going to do to me?" Anne asked. 

"Don't you know?" Harry smiled. "I think you know. You know what a woman's 
for." 

"Oh God no," Anne said. 

Janice started to come to her mother's aid but she felt the hand on her knee 
get hard again. 

"Sit still," Matt warned. 

She sat still and watched as Harry started to fondle her mother's titties 
through the blouse she wore. 

"Stop," Anne commanded. 

Harry didn't seem to hear her as he continued to massage her titties. His 
fingers started undoing the buttons of her blouse. 

"I want to see your tittles," he said. "I bet you've got a real nice looking 
pair." 

It was too much for Anne to bear. She kicked at his groin but he was waiting 
on her. He caught her knee on the side of his leg and then his big arm just 
swept around and knocked her against the bar. 

He grabbed her by the hair and bent her head backwards. His big lips kissed 
her throat first. Then his tongue trailed down and kissed the expanse of 
flesh just above the blouse. 

He released her and again she tried to kick him. This time he took the knee 
against his balls and his face didn't change. He grinned at her. 

"I've been kicked by men with brogans on," he said. "Your soft little knee 
is not going to hurt me." 

She tried to claw at him, but he brought both her arms and lifted them above 
her head. Then his other hand caught the material at the top of her blouse 
and ripped it downward. 

Her blouse came away in two shreds and revealed the dark red bra she had 
chosen to wear that day. He ogled her full tits trying to fight their way 
out of the bra. 

"You are nice," he said. "I bet your husband loves those." 

She tried to jerk her arms from his grasp but he held them tightly. 

"I asked you a question," he said. 

His big, brutal hand caught at the front of her bra and pulled it down so 
that her two pink nipples poked out. He took one between his fingers and 
twisted it. 

Anne cried out in pain. 

"Answer me," he said. "Does your husband love your titties?" 

"No," she said. "My husband is dead." 

"How long?" he asked. 

"Ten years." 

"Ten years?" he smacked his lips. "By God, a woman like you needs a man. A 
strong man to keep her in her place." 

He reached behind her back and undid the snaps of the bra. He pulled it up 
around her neck and let it dangle there. 

Janice shivered as he bent his head and flicked at her mother's pink nipple 
with his tongue. Her mother's nipple started growing hard. 

"Oh stop," Anne whispered. "Please stop." 

He released her arms and he picked her up and sat her on the bar. Janice 
felt a lump come to her throat as he unzipped his trousers and let the most 
gigantic prick Janice had ever seen out of his jeans. 

"Oh God," Anne said. "You can't put that thing in me." 

"Oh yes," he said. 

His hand went under her minidress and ripped her panties down. They came 
away in two parts under his strong fingers. He pulled her dress up as she 
struggled against him. She slapped him and clawed his face but he seemed to 
feel nothing. 

He pushed his hand once more under her dress and Janice saw her mother's 
face grow white. She squirmed, trying to be free. 

"Oh take your hand out," Anne cried. "Please take your hand out." 

"It's just my thumb, baby," he said. 

"Take it out," Anne pleaded. 

"I've got you juiced and ready," he said. "A woman can't take my cock unless 
she's juiced and ready." 

Janice wanted to do something. She wanted to scream and fight for her 
mother. She could do nothing. Every time she moved the steely fingers on her 
knee brought tears to her eyes. 

"Now you're ready," he said. 

Anne screamed and quit fighting as he grasped her buttocks with both his 
hands and pulled her down. Her ass was still against the bar as he lowered 
her onto his big cock. 

Janice could see little from where she sat. She could see his heaving 
buttocks and the peculiar expression that came over her mother's face. 

Her mother's head fell against his shoulder and her eyes half closed. 

"Oh don't do this," she moaned. "Please don't." 

"It's too late," Harry grunted. 

Anne's mouth dropped open as he started to pound his thick cock into her. 
She screamed loudly and tears came to her eyes. Her ass banged against the 
bar as he fucked her. 

"Oh," Anne moaned. "Oh, oh, oh!" 

He pounded his thick cock to her for a few minutes longer and then he pulled 
out. 

. 

"Take off that damn dress and bra," he said. "The clothes are getting in my 
way." 

Janice thought that her mother would surely take the opportunity to run. She 
gasped as she saw Anne strip off her dress and bra. 

"My trousers," he commanded. 

She bent and unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. She 
did the same with his shorts. 

The shorts came down and gave Janice a good view of his enormous cock and 
balls. She had seen cocks besides her husband's, in pictures, but she had 
never dreamed that a man could have a weapon like this jutting monster. 

"Now turn around and bend over the bar," he commanded. 

"Mother," Janice whispered. "Mother, don't." 

Anne looked at her with glazed eyes, as if she didn't recognize her 
daughter's voice. She turned and bent over the bar, exposing her wet, red 
pussy to all the men in the room. 

"Nice," Matt said, leaning over and whispering in Janice's ear, "I bet 
you've got a nice pussy too. I'll be getting there pretty soon." 

Janice shivered as she realized that Matt meant just what he said. He was 
going to fuck her pretty soon. She turned her eyes to Bud Willis and found 
that he was looking at her mother and Harry with rapt attention. 

"Pervert," she said bitterly. 

He only grinned at her. 

Harry's jeans were still around his knees as he placed his cock against 
Anne's pussy. He gave a push and his big cock went in to his balls. 

Janice didn't see how her mother was taking him. He must be tearing out her 
insides. She must feel him coming out her mouth. 

"Move it a little," Harry commanded. "I don't like to feel a woman 
pretending she's dead. Move it. Ahhhh, that's right. Keep moving that ass. 
You're learning." 

Harry leaned over on her and slipped his hands underneath to grasp her 
titties. He started to fuck her in violent, deep strokes that seemed to make 
Anne's whole body tremble. 

"This is it, baby," he groaned. "This is how I like to give it to a woman." 

Janice tried to turn her eyes away. Matt took her chin and turned her head 
back to her mother. 

"Watch," Matt leaned over and kissed her ear. "Watch and you'll learn." 

"Oh my God!" Anne cried, "Oh God, what are you doing to me?" 

His strokes were getting a little faster as he neared his climax. Now Janice 
couldn't have taken her eyes away if she had wanted to. 

She felt her heart pounding with every one of his deep strokes. 

"Ahhhhhh, God!" Anne cried. "Ahhhhh, God!" 

As Janice watched unbelieving her mother started rubbing herself faster and 
faster against his rod. Anne was actually starting to enjoy it. 

Janice just couldn't believe that. Not after all those years of telling her 
that sex was a nasty thing and should never be enjoyed by a woman. 

"God, I'm coming!" Janice's mother cried. "Oh God, I'm coming! Ahhhhhhhh!" 

"Just get ready for my load, baby," Harry said. 

"Just get ready." 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Janice's mother cried again. 

He pulled his prick out of her wet pussy and placed it against her back. He 
spurted a white stream of cum down her back and the crevice of her buttocks. 

"Nice!" Harry groaned. "Nice!" 

He had nearly soaked her mother in his wet cum. He stood back and picked up 
her discarded blouse. He wiped himself clean with it. 

Anne was groaning and he gave her a slap on the 

buttocks. 

"Sit down somewhere," he said. 

Anne moved over to a chair and sat down. She did not look directly at 
Janice. Her wet, glistening lips were open and she breathed shallowly. There 
was a look of numbness on her face. 

Harry walked over to Janice. He kicked off his jeans and shorts as he walked 
and somehow this made him seem even more obscene. He only had his T-shirt on 
and it stopped at the point where his cock hung limply. 

"How did you like it, baby?" he asked Janice. 

"You're an animal," Janice said. 

"Of course," he laughed. 

He drew so close to her that his limp prick was almost inches from her. She 
tried to look somewhere else, but Matt once more caught her by the chin. 

He forced her head back to where she was looking directly at his big prick. 
It had a drop of white on the large red head. She could see the sac hanging 
between his legs, still heavy with sperm. 

"Touch it," he said. 

"No, please," she said. "Not me." 

"Touch it, bitch," he said. "Make it hard again." She could feel the 
pressure against her knee and she knew that she would soon be hurting again. 

She shuddered as she reached out and touched his prick. 

She gasped in surprise as he started to grow beneath the touch of her 
fingers. She had never known a man could get hard so soon afterwards but he 
was. 

"Finger my balls," he demanded. 

She ran her fingers lightly over his balls but she knew that wasn't what he 
wanted. She felt pressure on her knee again and she didn't want any more 
pain. 

She caught his balls between her fingers and started gently massaging them. 

"You're making me big for your mother again," he said. "You're doing fine." 

She almost jerked her hand away but she knew better. She could see her 
mother still sitting in the chair. Anne had made no attempt to move. 

He was big and hard again and he pushed her hand away. 

"That's fine," he said. 

Harry turned back to her mother and put his hands on his hips. 

"On the floor, baby," he said. "This time we're going to do it on the 
floor." 

Janice expected to see her mother start to argue but Anne said nothing. 
Instead, she only nodded dumbly and got out of her chair. She dropped to the 
softly carpeted floor on her hands and knees. 

"Not like that," he demanded. "Lay on your back and spread your legs." 

Anne turned over on her back. She spread her legs wide so that everyone 
could look into her wet pussy. Anne didn't seem to be shy anymore. Anne was 
not at all like the mother that Janice had known all her years. 

"Put your legs over your head," he said. 

Janice had never seen anything so obscene as her mother with her legs raised 
up over her head. Anne was doing everything this man told her to do. 

Harry kneeled down beside her and placed his thumb into her wet pussy. He 
moved it around until Anne started to moan and move against him. 

"You want something?" Harry asked. 

"Yes," she answered. 

"Then tell me, Momma," Harry said. "What do you want from Harry?" 

Janice nearly jumped up in surprise as she heard her mother's next words. 

"Your prick," Anne said softly. 

"You want my prick?" Harry asked. 

"Yes," she answered. 

"Then say it, sugar. Say it loud enough for your daughter to hear exactly 
what you want." 

"Your prick," Anne said loudly. 

"That's the way," Harry said. 

He positioned himself behind her and let his prick run over her wet lips. 
She opened her mouth. Harry pressed the head of his cock against her lips 
and tongue. 

"Oh my God," Janice said. 

Janice had never done that, although her husband had wanted her to often 
enough. Janice could not imagine anything so dirty. But her mother wasn't 
pulling back. She was licking and sucking the head of his prick. 

"That's enough of that," Harry said. "That comes later. Now I want to fuck 
you again." 

"Oh yes," Anne said. 

Harry positioned himself at her cunt and rubbed his prick up and down her 
wet slit. She moaned and begged him to put the thing in her. 

"Now," Bud Willis said. 

Harry plunged into her wet cunt with one deep stroke. He remained still for 
a moment as Anne moved against him and begged him to give it to her hard. 

Janice couldn't believe her ears as she heard her mother mouthing obscene 
words and begging for cock. She had never believed her mother capable of 
anyything like this. 

He started fucking her once more, this time slowly and gently. She rubbed 
herself again and Janice saw her hand come around to clutch at his balls. 

"Oh fuck me hard," Anne said. "Give your rod to me, hard. Harder. That's it. 
Ummmm, that's it. I love your prick. Give it to me. Give me every inch." 

Janice was in deep shock. She didn't protest as Matt's hand went higher up 
on her thigh, almost to her pussy. He leaned over and kissed her ear. 

"You getting hot, baby?" he said. "I am. In a few minutes I'm going to give 
you my hot cock." 

He took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his trousers. She drew it 
back like she had been burnt. She felt his hand start squeezing her thigh 
harder as he took her hand again and placed it on his cock. 

"Rub, baby," he demanded. "Do me good, sugar, or I'll hurt you." 

This time she didn't draw her hand away. She rubbed him as he directed her 
to and she felt his hot prick growing in his trousers. 

"Oh Jesus!" Anne screamed. "Oh Jesus, I'm coming again! Oh Jesus!" 

"That's it, baby," Harry moaned. "Keep that up. I'm going to blow it into 
your insides. Just keep it up!" 

"Oh Jesus!" Annie cried. "I can feel you coming. We're coming together! OH 
JESUSSSSSS!" 

Janice watched them both collapse together and she knew his hot sperm was 
draining into her mother's cunt. 

"I can't stand this," Matt said. "I've got to have some pussy." 

He was pushing her backwards on the couch 

when Bud Willis tapped him on the shoulder. 

"Not here," he said. "Not yet. Take her upstairs to the bedroom." 

"Please, Bud," Janice said. "Don't let him. Don't let him take me." 

"Not so proud now, are you?" he asked. "You're learning. But by the time I'm 
done with you you're going to know everything to make a man happy and you're 
going to jump at the chance to do everything you can." 

A little pride flashed in her eyes. 

"No," she said. "You can rape me, but you won't break me. I'll have the last 
laugh when Mother and I watch you go to jail for what you've done." 

"Still spirited," he said. "Well, that's fine. I don't like a woman to break 
too soon. Take her upstairs, Matt. Have fun. I'm going to stay down here and 
play with the mother for a while. She looks like fun." 

"You pervert," Janice said. "You filthy, fucking animal! You animal." 

"Take her upstairs, Matt," Bud said, with a tired sigh. "I'm tired of 
listening to her." 

"Come on, sugar," Matt said. "Me and you are going to have a good time." 

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she protested. 

He grabbed her arm and squeezed until a little spasm of pain went through 
her. 

"Upstairs, bitch!" he said savagely. 

Again there was nothing she could do. She walked out of the room ahead of 
him. The last thing she saw of her mother was Bud Willis ordering her to 
take his cock in her mouth. 

Chapter Three 

"Well, this is nice," Matt said, as they stepped into Janice's bedroom. 

Janice turned around to face him. 

"Look," she said. "You haven't done anything. I'd tell them that you hadn't 
done anything. If you'll just let me go. Just help me to get away." 

"I can't do that," he said. 

"Why not?" she said. "I could make it worth your while." 

"Oh," he said. His face got an interested look. "How would you make it worth 
my while?" 

"I could pay you," she said. "I have money. Lots of money. I could give you 
anything you ask. " 

He seemed to be deep in thought. 

"Nope," he said finally. "That won't work, sugar. You see, the only thing I 
want is your body." 

"But you could get lots of women if you had money," she protested. 

"That's true," he said. "But they wouldn't be you. I kind of like the fire 
in your eyes and the proud way you hold yourself. I know you'll be good in 
bed." 

"But," she started to say. 

"Let's cut out the small talk," he said. "Take off that robe. I want to see 
what you look like." 

"Goddamn you," she said. 

"Take the robe off" he said "Take it off or I'll take it off." 

He started toward her and she realized that he wouldn't be gentle taking it 
off. She undid the buttons and quickly slid the robe off her shoulders. 

He looked at her body with admiring eyes. 

"You are a sweet one," he said. "You make my cock hard just looking at you." 

"Please let me go," she begged. 

"Just relax, sugar," he said. "You'll learn to like it. I promise you." 

He undressed himself. He had a good body. His cock wasn't as large as 
Harry's cock but it was still big. She shuddered as she thought of Harry's 
cock and what the two men might be doing to her mother downstairs. 

"On the bed," Matt commanded. 

She stretched out on her back and spread her legs. She thought it was going 
to be like the fucking that Bud had given her. Quick and fast. 

But Matt had something else in mind. He stretched out beside her and pressed 
his hot body against her own. His prick was limp but she could feel it 
growing against her leg. 

"You sure are some nice piece," he said. 

"Why don't you do it and get it over with?" she asked. 

"No, sugar," he said gently. "A thing like this can't be rushed." 

He touched his hot lips to her throat and his tongue flicked at her skin. 
She made herself grow as cold as she could. He might get what he wanted but 
she sure as hell wasn't going to enjoy it. 

"If you're waiting for me, don't," she said. "I don't like sex. Now have 
your fun and get it over with." 

"You don't like sex?" he asked. "Now that couldn't be true. A hot woman like 
you. I know what it is. You just haven't met the right man yet." 

"And you're the right man?" she asked disdainfully. 

"I might be," he said. "You just give me a chance." 

"The hell with you," she said. "You're a pervert just like your friends 
downstairs." 

"Could be," he admitted. 

His hot lips trailed down her white skin until he was at her nipple. He 
opened his mouth and took one of her pink nipples into his lips. 

She found herself shivering and she didn't know why. She wished that he 
would leave her nipple alone and just stick his cock in. Her husband had 
been the type who liked to suck at her nipples until she had stopped him. 

"Hurry up," she said. "Get it over with." 

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You getting warm, sugar? Most women do when 
I suck on them." 

"I'm just disgusted," Janice said. 

He laughed and bent his head to her titty once more. He sucked in the nipple 
and teased it with his tongue. She felt an unfamiliar chill go through her 
body. 

"Stop that," she said. 

But he wouldn't stop. His lips were strangely gentle as he sucked her. His 
tongue teased and caressed her nipple until she felt it growing hard. 

He laughed out loud as his lips left her nipple and his tongue trailed down 
her stomach. She couldn't imagine what he was doing. Surely he couldn't be 
planning. . . ? 

She felt his tongue between her thighs, touching and caressing her sensitive 
skin. No man had ever done that. She had never even been curious about what 
it felt like. She wanted him to stop. She tried to close her legs tighter 
together. 

"No," she said. "You can't do that." 

"You'll like it, sugar," he said. "Now open your legs and let me get in 
there." 

"No," she said. 

"Open up," he said. 

His voice was hard and left no room for refusal. She opened her thighs and 
she felt the first flick of his wet tongue against her pussy lips. "Oh God," 
she said, in shocked surprise. 

His tongue felt good. It actually felt good. Of 

course, there was shame and humiliation over what he was doing but there was 
also a feeling of warmth. 

"See there," he said. "I told you that it would 

feel good. You just rest easy now and let me take care of you." 

She tried to pull him away. She grabbed at his hair and tugged at him but 
his head wouldn't come away. She once more felt his tongue flick at her 
pussy. 

"Stop," she protested. "Oh please stop." 

His tongue slipped up her thigh and entered her pussy. She groaned as his 
wet tongue went up inside her like a small cock. 

"You've got to stop," she said. 

But she found herself wishing that he wouldn't stop. She knew she was 
getting wet under the touch of his tongue, wetter than she had ever gotten. 

"Oh what's happening to me?" she questioned out loud. "Oh, you've got to 
stop." 

He didn't stop. His tongue found her clit and started to massage it with 
fast flicks of his tongue. She jumped at the first touch and then she found 
herself moving against him. 

"Stop," she pleaded. "Stop." 

But her voice was weak and she was saying it only out of pride. She also 
knew that her legs were becoming less tense and were slowly opening wider so 
that his face could press closer against her red pubic mound. 

She couldn't seem to control her body. She felt spasms of pleasure rocking 
her and she found herself feeling things she had never felt before. 

"Oh God!" she groaned. "Oh God!" 

She knew she was coming. She had never before experienced an orgasm but she 
knew it was finally happening to her. She could feel her cunt filling with 
juice and she could hear him swallowing. 

"OH NO!" she cried, as her floodgates opened up and her first climax washed 
over in waves of pleasure. "OH NO!" 

He kept licking at her until her body quit trembling. She knew he had 
swallowed her wet juices and she found that disgusting. How could any man do 
that? But sire was secretly glad he had because he'd left her with a wet, 
warm feeling. A feeling of being completely relaxed. 

"Now you want my cock?" he questioned. Immediately she grew cold again. She 
gave him a look of disgust. 

"Of course I don't," she said. "But you're going to give it to me anyway." 

"Damn," he said. "I thought that would relax you a little but you're a hard 
woman. Well. . ." 

He climbed on top of her and his hands pressed apart her thighs. She felt 
his hard cock rubbing at the entrance to her wet pussy. 

"Have you really been fucked?" he asked. 

"Of course," she said in astonishment. 

"No you haven't," he said. "I can see that in your eyes. You've never really 
had it from a man. Well now I'm going to give it to you." 

He rested on his elbows as he pressed his big cock into her cunt. He went 
into her easily because she was already wet from her orgasm. 

"You do it easy," he said. "Matt will show you how to do it easy." 

"Just get it over with," she said bitterly. 

She saw the look that came to his eyes. He was actually hurt by her words. 
Well, what did he think he was, Janice asked herself, God's gift to women. 
He was a man with a cock and she had never liked sex. 

Of course, he had made her feel nice and she would never forget that. She 
wouldn't forget it but she would never allow it to happen again. Not ever. 

"Fuck me back, baby," he urged. "Move against me, sugar. Make it feel nice." 

"I'm not one of your whores," she snapped. 

This time she made him mad. She saw the quick, angry look that flashed in 
his eyes. 

"All right, goddamn you," he said. "You want it rough. You're going to get 
it rough." 

There was no more gentleness about him as he slammed his meaty prick into 
her cunt. He hurt her, but she didn't care. She knew she had won this 
battle. 

"Jesus," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Oh Jesussss!" 

She felt his hot prick explode into her with his load of sperm. She thought 
he would never stop coming. She felt his hot stickiness against her thighs. 

He climbed off her and his face was angry. He used her robe to wipe himself 
off. 

"How was it?" she asked. 

She knew she should have said nothing. His hard hand came sweeping backwards 
and caught her on the chin. She went black for a second. She found herself 
on the other side of the bed when her head started to clear. 

"You filthy bitch," he said. "I'll teach you to 

laugh at me." 

"But I wasn't laughing," she lied. 

It was a lie and he knew it was a lie. He came around the bed with his hand 
knotted into a fist. She tried to back away from him but she felt herself 
pressed against the wall. 

She was suddenly very afraid. She had played a game with him and now she saw 
that he wasn't the sort of man who could be teased. She had been fooled by 
his gentle way of loving her. 

"Bitch," he said. 

He hit her in the stomach and the breath went out of her with a whoosh. His 
other hand slapped her face. Again in the stomach. 

"Please," she said. 

His fist smashed against her face. She thought she had lost her teeth. She 
could taste blood. Her head got a little dizzy. 

"Bitch!" he yelled again. 

She was afraid he would kill her, but finally he quit hitting her. He was 
breathing hard as he stepped back from her. 

"Bitch," he said. "I'm going to teach you to laugh at me. I'm going to show 
you!" 

"Please," she said. "Don't hit me anymore." 

He grabbed her by the hair and jerked her down to her knees. She found her 
face against his prick. She knew what he wanted. She felt a feeling of 
revulsion go through her. 

"No," she said. "I can't do that." 

"You'll do it," he said. 

He grabbed another handful of her hair and he bent her head back. He pressed 
his prick against her lips and started rubbing the wet cockhead against her. 

"Open your lips," he said. 

She said nothing. She was determined not to open her lips. She would not 
take that horrible thing into her mouth. She would rather die first. 

But Matt had another trick. He kept one hand in her hair, but the other came 
down to close off her nostrils. She could not breathe. 

She stood it as long as she could and then she had to open her mouth for 
air. He pushed, his rubbery-tasting prick into her mouth as soon as she did. 

He took his hand away from her nostrils, allowing her to breathe. 

"Now you bite me, bitch," he said savagely. "And I'll break your goddamned 
pretty white neck. I can do it easily. My hands are strong." 

She knew he meant what he said. One hard nibble and he would break her neck. 
He pushed his limp prick deeper into her mouth and she almost gagged. 

"Open wider, goddamn it," he said. "Open wider or I'll hurt you." 

There was nothing she could do. She opened her mouth wider and allowed the 
repulsive length of his rubbery cock to go into her mouth. 

She hated the taste of him but mostly she hated the pain and humiliation of 
having to suck his cock. She was too proud a woman to like it. She had 
always been able to control men and she didn't like the feeling of having 
one control her. 

She felt his prick swelling in her mouth. She wasn't really sucking his cock 
anymore. It was like he was fucking her mouth, driving into her throat with 
hard, rapid strokes. 

"You bitch," he said. "You fucking bitch. I'll teach you to laugh. I'll fill 
your fucking mouth with my cum and you won't be able to laugh." 

She knew he intended to come in her mouth. She tried to twist her head away 
but there was no place for her to go. Both his hands tangled in her hair and 
forced her wet mouth down on his rod. 

"Take my cum, bitch," he said. "Take every drop." 

Again she tried to twist her head away but he held her tightly. She started 
to gag as the first gob of hot semen entered her mouth. 

"Ahhhhh!" Matt cried. "Ahhhhhh, here I come! Here I comeeeeeee!" 

She couldn't swallow all of his cum. White streams dripped from the corners 
of her mouth and dripped to her full titties. He pulled her face hard 
against his slippery rod as gob after gob of thick cum erupted down her 
throat. 

"Swallow it!" he demanded. "Swallow it!" 

She took the first taste of salty jism down her throat and she was disgusted 
at the taste. But he kept his meaty cock pressed into her throat and she had 
to swallow more of it so that she was able to breathe. 

Finally he released her. He took a handful of her hair and wiped himself 
off. She tasted his semen at the comers of her mouth. 

"That's the way I like to see a woman," he said. "On her knees, covered with 
cum. That's the way a woman should look. I told you I'd teach you not to 
laugh at me." 

He gave her a light slap on the face and he pinched her nipple. Despite 
herself, she felt something warm go through her. He had treated her badly, 
abused her in a way that she had never dreamed anyone could, but somehow he 
still awakened feelings within her. 

She didn't show it on her face. She gave him a look of disgust. 

"You are a cold bitch," he said. He grabbed her hair and tugged her to her 
feet. "Let's go back downstairs," he said. "Don't you want to see how your 
mother is getting along?" 

He laughed loudly and pushed her ahead of him. 

Chapter Four 

Janice was shocked when she got downstairs. Her mother was dressed in the 
red panties she had worn that morning and nothing else. She was serving Bud 
Willis and Harry drinks. As Janice watched, Bud Willis reached out and 
fondled her mother's asscheeks. 

"You're a nice piece," he said. "How about giving me another suck?" 

Matt pushed Janice down into a chair. 

"Keep watching," he said. "Your mother learns faster than you did." 

Janice couldn't help but watch as her mother dropped down to her knees and 
took Bud Willis's limp prick into her moist red mouth. She sucked him in 
deep until her tongue was flicking out and touching his balls. 

"Ahbhhh," Bud said. "That's nice. That's really nice." 

A look of intense pleasure came over Anne's face. 

Janice could see Bud's cock growing stiff in her mother's mouth. Anne's lips 
came off and she began to frantically lick the large red cock-head. 

"That's it," Bud said. "Lick me up and down, baby. Pretend I'm your all-day 
sucker." 

Janice sat stunned! It was so hard to believe that this woman who was 
smacking her lips loudly was actually her mother. Her mother, who had always 
taught her that sex was something done under covers and never enjoyed. 

It certainly looked as if Anne were enjoying what she was doing. Bud's hands 
didn't force her head to move up and down on his rod, he only guided her. It 
looked as if Anne was very willing to go anywhere his hands directed. 

Again Bud pushed Anne's head away from his cock. Janice could see a little 
drop of white on the end of the cock-head.' Janice shuddered as her mother's 
tongue licked the pearly drop away. 

"You like to drink cum, don't you?" Bud asked. Anne nodded her head. 

"Keep licking me," he said. "Lick me all up and down and suck my balls. Let 
your daughter see what a fine little cock sucker you're turning out to be." 

Anne's tongue licked at the small hole in Bud's cock and then her tongue 
went down the underside. She licked and nibbled at the folds of skin on 
Bud's cock like it was a sucker and it was sweet-tasting. 

How could she? Janice kept asking herself. How could her mother seem to be 
enjoying herself so much after all the lectures Anne had given Janice? This 
was a mother that Janice had never known before. 

"Ahbhhhh, baby," Bud said. "You're doing fine. Just keep that up and I'll 
give you a present." 

Anne's tongue flicked at Bud's heavy balls. Anne opened her red mouth and 
took one of his balls very gently between her lips. 

Janice could see the movements of her mother's lips as Anne tugged on the 
balls and used her tongue to flick at the heavy sac teasingly. 

"The other," Bud said. "Do my other ball." 

Anne left that ball to move to the other as she had been commanded. This 
time she sucked the ball completely into her wet, willing mouth. Janice 
watched her mother's jaws swell up as she sucked on the ball. 

"That's sweet," Bud said. "Now let it go and lick me some more." 

Immediately Anne released his ball and started running her large wet tongue 
up and down his hot prick. Another pearly drop appeared on the end of his 
cock and Anne licked it away quickly. 

"Hot damn," Matt said. "Now your mother knows how to suck a cock. You could 
take some lessons, little daughter." 

Matt reached over and pinched Janice on her pink nipple. 

"Are you watching, baby?" Matt asked. 

"I'm watching," Janice said. 

Janice knew she could do nothing else. She couldn't seem to take her eyes 
away from the cock her mother was sucking. She remembered how it had felt to 
suck Matt's cock. There had been no feeling of pleasure, only of 
humiliation. So why was her mother seeming to enjoy sucking Bud so much? 

Anne was still running her wet tongue rapidly up and down the top and bottom 
of his cock. His prick was wet with her saliva and more and more drops of 
white were appearing for. Anne to lick away. 

Janice watched Harry get up and move closer to Anne. He took one of her 
hands and placed it on his gigantic cock. At his urging she began to move 
her fingers up and down. 

"That's it," Harry said. "In a minute you'll get me hard. Just a minute." 

Anne's lithe fingers wrapped around his cock and massaged him to hardness. A 
little drop of pearly white appeared on the end of his cock and Anne turned 
her head to lick it away. 

She started using her tongue and mouth on Harry's cock in the same way she'd 
been working with Bud's. She wrapped her hand around Bud's cock and massaged 
him. 

Janice felt a shiver of excitement go through her. She tried to fight it but 
there was something very exciting about watching her mother suck a man off. 
The way Anne's ruby-red lips closed over the meaty shaft would cause the 
coldest person to get warmer. 

"Oh shit," Harry said. "Suck it up good, sugar. Sugar, suck it good." 

She sucked it good until Bud reached for her head and pulled her lips back 
to his stiff cock. She went down on his cock all the way to his balls and 
again she used her fingers to wrap around Harry's cock. 

Harry's fingers slipped underneath her throat and began to finger the 
motions of her, mouth. He dropped his hand lower until it was resting on the 
rise of her full titty. 

"You feel good, baby," Harry said. "You got a nice, round titty. I like to 
feel flesh on a woman." 

His fingers teased at Anne's nipples and the pink nipple grew hard and 
sensitive. He moved his hand to her other titty and gave that nipple the 
same treatment. 

There could be no doubt in Janice's mind that her mother was enjoying this. 
Anne had started moaning, deep in her throat, as her nipples were massaged. 
She was moving herself against Bud's knee so that her titties were being 
massaged even more. 

"Jesus," Matt said. "She's a hot little piece." Matt's hand was resting on 
Janice's thigh and now she felt the fingers crawling up toward her pussy. 
Janice was getting wet watching her mother. She could feel her juices 
beginning to flow. Suddenly she didn't care that her mother had taught her 
to be a lady about sex. 

All Janice knew was that she was hot and that Matt's fingers were only 
inches away from her willing pussy. She wanted him to get his fingers in her 
but she couldn't ask. She couldn't. 

She had almost changed her mind and was turning to Matt when he suddenly 
jumped up. 

"I can't stand this anymore," he said. 

He walked to Anne and reached for her other hand. Janice saw that Matt was 
already hard and Anne's fingers seemed to fit his thrusting prick well. He 
got her started in the up-and-down movement he wanted her hand to make. 

"That's the way," he said. "Jesus, that's the way!" 

Janice breathed a sigh of relief. She was once more gaining control of 
herself. For a moment she had been just as hot as her mother and she was 
glad that Matt had jumped up and saved her from debasing herself. 

"Taste mine, sugar," Matt said. "Taste mine." 

Anne readjusted her position so that now her tongue was licking the tip of 
Matt's cock. Her red tongue flicked at the tiny hole in the end and then her 
red lips enveloped the entire cockhead. 

"Ahhhhhh Jesus!". Matt cried. "What a hot mouth! What a hot sweet, sucking 
mouth!" 

Janice had now seen her mother go down on three men as lovingly as if she 
were sucking candy. Anne was not protesting as the three pairs of hands 
explored her body. She was not whining about the uncomfortable position she 
was in, having to jerk off two men while sucking another. 

Instead Anne looked as if she was in heaven. Her face had a look of bloated 
pleasure and her lips sucked on the cock greedily, as if she were hungry for 
the hot, white stream he could give her. 

"Jesus!" Matt said. 

Harry took her hand away from his cock and he placed the gigantic thing in 
her hair. He lovingly wrapped some of Anne's short hair around his monstrous 
weapon and started to rub it back and forth over his cock. 

Janice could have gotten away. She realized that none of them were watching 
her. They were all intent on the pleasure that Anne was giving them. 

Somehow Janice couldn't move. It seemed as if her legs were rooted to the 
chair. She could feel her cunt growing hot again. Watching Harry jerk off 
into her mother's hair had to be the most exciting thing Janice had ever 
witnessed. 

She found herself spreading her legs -and her fingers touching the warmth of 
her thighs. She told herself that she couldn't do anything for herself. 

That would be too degrading. Besides, one of them might look up and notice. 

But she could not deny the heat in herself. Her fingers came closer to her 
wet, hot pussy. She closed her eyes, but that didn't help. She could still 
picture her mother sucking the cock and she could not block out the sounds 
of her mother's lips smacking against the hot flesh. She opened her eyes. 
"Oh God," she said softly. Her fingers were now tangled in her pussy hair 
and coming closer to her hot cunt. She couldn't help herself. She spread her 
legs wider and one finger was touching her hot flesh. 

What's happening to me? she asked herself. Am I starting to become a nympho 
or something? What is the matter with me? 

She slipped two of her fingers into her hot cunt. She rubbed them against 
her clit and felt electric tingles shoot allover her body. 

"Oh God," she said softly, a second time. Anne was being pulled away from 
Matt's cock. 

Anne stood up and Harry dropped to his knees behind her. He peeled her red 
panties down over her long legs. 

"Sweet thing," he said softly. "You are a sweet little thing." 

The other two watched as Harry pressed his face against Anne's asscheeks. 
His tongue slipped into the crack and Anne shivered with excitement. 

"You ever been fucked in the ass?" Harry asked. 

"No," Anne said. 

"Well, there's a first time for everything," Harry said. 

Harry made Anne get to her hands and knees. Janice watched as he positioned 
himself behind her with his huge cock poking against her bottom. 

Harry took his pole and placed the cock-head directly against the tiny hole 
of her anus. Janice shivered. She watched wide-eyed as he started pressing 
himself against her. 

Janice could almost feel that huge thing pressing against her ass. Surely 
her mother wouldn't stand still for that. That was the ultimate humiliation, 
the ultimate degradation. 

But Anne was not protesting as Harry pushed his cock-head into her tight 
ass. Instead Anne was moaning and moving her ass closer to him. 

"God!" Harry moaned. "She's so tight! She's so fucking tight!" 

He reached around and grasped her stomach. His long arms pulled her 
backwards hard so that half his huge cock disappeared into her tight ass. 

"Ahhhhhh," Anne cried. 

Janice couldn't tell if the cry was pain or pleasure, but Anne's eyes had 
that same glazed over look and she was still rubbing herself against him. 

"Here I come!" Harry cried. "Watch me put this whole thing up her ass." 

He pushed and Janice watched the rest of his shaft slide easily into her 
mother. Anne gave a little grunt as his balls slapped against her. 

"Tight!" Harry yelled. "Fucking tight! I love a fleshy woman's ass!" 

"Do her good!" Bud yelled. "Do her real fucking good!" 

Harry drew his cock half out of her and then slammed himself against Anne so 
hard that Janice thought he must have torn her stomach out. 

"Jesus God!" Anne cried. 

Her body was trembling as he pulled back and slammed his meaty staff into 
her ass once more. That one seemed to hurt her and she squirmed as if she 
were trying to escape. 

"Don't try it," Harry warned. "Just relax and think of yourself as a hot 
little cunt. Just keep calling yourself a hot cunt. Say the words!" 

"I'm a hot cunt," Anne said. 

"Keep saying it," Harry said. "Keep saying it and you'll get excited again 
and you won't tense up. You'll hurt if you tense up." 

"I'm a hot cunt," Anne said. "I'm a hot cunt. I'm a hot cunt. I'm a hot 
cunt." 

Anne kept repeating the words softly until she started to move against him 
again. This time he brought his thick rod out and slammed it to her more 
gently. Anne responded by pushing herself back at him. 

"That's it," Harry said. "Just keep thinking of yourself as a cunt." 

Janice saw his hands slip down into her mother's pussy. Janice knew he was 
rubbing her mother's cunt so that the juices would start to flow again. 

Janice started wondering how his cock would feel slamming into her. Would he 
be exciting? Would he bring the animal out in Janice as fast as he had 
brought the cunt out in her mother? Could he make Janice forget all her 
inhibitions and get her writhing on the floor begging for cock? 

Janice told herself she was too much of a lady for that to ever happen, but 
she could not help the shiver of excitement and fear that went through her. 
She didn't wish to have Harry get his hands on her. 

Just watching Harry work was getting her hot. What would happen if he 
actually fucked her with that gigantic prick of his? 

"Ahhhh shit," Harry said. "This is goddamned good!" 

"I got to have some," Matt said. 

Harry withdrew his large prick from Anne's ass and allowed Anne to crawl on 
top of Harry. He lay on his back on the softly carpeted floor and allowed 
Anne to guide his prick up into her hot cunt. 

"Ahhhhh Jesus!" Harry moaned. 

Anne began to bounce up and down on his cock. 

A look of pleasure come over Matt's face. He reached up and started playing 
with Anne's nipples. 

"Jesus," Matt said. "Oh Jesus, that's good stuff." 

Janice saw Harry position himself once more at her mother's ass. He caught 
the rhythm and with one stroke drove his big cock back into her ass again. 

Anne grunted as the two cocks went into her at the same time. Janice had 
heard about a woman taking two cocks, "but she had never seen anything like 
what was happening. She had only half believed that a woman would allow 
herself to be used that way. 

Then Bud Willis walked around to her mother's head and Janice shivered as 
she saw him place his cock at her mother's mouth. This couldn't be 
happening. Anne couldn't take on three cocks at once! 

But Anne opened her mouth and allowed him to pop his thick cock and she 
sucked him down all the way to his balls. A deep groan came from his throat. 

"Jesus, Anne," he moaned. "You are a sweet thing. A sweet, fucking machine." 

Janice realized that she would never have a better chance of getting away. 
But her fingers were deep in her cunt and she was getting close to her 
climax. Nothing could have ripped her out of the chair. 

Now three cocks were slamming violently into her mother and her mother did 
indeed look like some kind of obscene, fucking machine. 

Janice felt a hot flash from her pussy and her fingers rubbed herself more 
rapidly. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as her pleasure began 
to grow. 

"Oh Jesus," she said softly. "Oh Jesus, it feels too good! Oh Jesus, I'm 
coming! Oh Jesus! Oh Jesusssss!" 

Her fingers brought her to the edge of excitement. She opened her eyes and 
looked again at her mother and the three men and then she couldn't control 
the good feeling. 

"Nice," Matt yelled. "This is nice. I'm going to come. Oh fuck, I'm going to 
come! Oh fuckkkkk!" 

Janice saw his push his hips upwards and she knew he was giving her his hot 
load of cum. She saw her mother's face get a look of pleasure and she knew 
that the cocks were making her mother come. 

"JESUS FUCK!" Bud cried. "She's taking my cum! She's swallowing it! Oh 
FUCK!" 

At the same time Harry was shuddering and Janice knew that his big cock was 
also filling her mother's ass with his cum. They kept slamming their cocks 
into her until they were drained dry. 

Suddenly Janice felt very ashamed of herself and of her mother. Her mother 
had behaved like an animal, but Janice had not behaved any better. 

She quickly took her wet fingers out of her cunt and sat up in the chair. 
Now was the time to escape. But it was too late for that because Bud Willis 
was already looking in her direction. 

He smiled grimly at her. 

"You've been getting off easy, Janice," he said. 

"It's time for you to learn some tricks." 

"Haven't you done enough?" Janice asked. 

"Maybe," he said. "But it's your turn with Harry." 

Janice looked at the big man, who was wiping his cock clean by rubbing it on 
her mother's titties. He had a wicked look in his eyes. 

She could see a thick drop of cum on the tip of his big cock. She shuddered. 
She didn't want that thing in her. But that wasn't her only fear. 

What she really feared was having him turn her into the kind of animal that 
he had turned her mother into. He had fucked her into being hot every 
minute. Janice didn't want that to happen to her. 

"Take her upstairs," Bud said. "Take her upstairs and teach her some tricks. 
I want her to be obedient when you bring her back." 

"She will, Bud," Harry promised. "They all get obedient after I finish with 
them." 

Janice felt overcome with fear. He walked toward her with that same wicked 
glint in his eyes. He took her arm and lifted her out of the chair. 

"Let's go upstairs," he said. 

"No," she said, in a pleading tone. "Please don't. I'll be good." 

"Fuck you," Harry said. "Just get your ass upstairs. You'll be good all 
right. You're going to be very good." 

Janice turned to Bud with a pleading look in her eyes. She hated Bud but she 
was willing to stay with him if only he didn't send her upstairs with Harry. 

"Please, Bud," she begged. "Please don't do this. I won't tell anyone what 
happened today. Not a soul. Just don't send me upstairs with this animal." 

"Animal?" Harry laughed. "I guess you're right. I am sort of an animal." 

He patted her lightly on the ass. "Now go on to your bedroom," he said. 

There was no mercy in Bud's eyes. She turned and started toward the hall. 
Her knees felt weak. She could feel Harry's hot breath on the back of her 
neck. 

"Ah now," Harry said, giving her another light caress on the ass. "Don't 
take it so bad. We're going to have fun. Yes sir, we're going to have a real 
good time." 

Janice felt cold at his words. 

Chapter Five 

"You sure are a sweet-looking thing," Harry said. 

Janice felt his strong arms go around her waist as soon as she entered her 
bedroom. His big hands cupped her titties and massaged them gently. 

"A real sweet piece," he said. "Are you going to show Harry a real good 
time?" 

"Please," Janice begged him. "Don't hurt me." 

"Hurt you?" Harry laughed. "Girl, I don't intend to hurt you. I like you too 
much." 

He gave her a push toward the bed and she landed face down. She tried to 
turn over as she felt his heavy weight getting into bed with her. He placed 
one big hand at the nape of her neck and held her. 

"Now let's get one thing straight," he said. "I'm here to teach you and 
you're here to learn. From now on I'm your master. You do what I say and you 
do it quickly, or you'll have to suffer. And you stay where I put you. Do 
you understand?" 

"Yes," Janice said weakly. 

Janice couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to. She had never felt strength 
like Harry had. He was hardly straining at all and his hand held her still. 

"Now don't move," Harry said. 

He released her neck. For a moment she considered fighting him but she gave 
that idea up as useless. She was not strong enough to fight a man like 
Harry. 

Harry kissed her neck. He got on top of her with his limp cock hanging 
between her legs. He let his wet tongue slither down to the small of her 
back. 

Then even lower until he was kissing her buttocks. His tongue parted her 
buttocks and licked at her anus. She shivered. His tongue was far more 
gentle than she had expected. 

"All right," Harry said. "On your hands and knees. This time we do it doggie 
fashion." 

She looked over her shoulder and she saw that Harry was already beginning to 
grow hard. His cock was not yet completely hard but it was already bigger 
than her husband's. 

She remembered how Anne had squirmed and wiggled, trying to free herself of 
his gigantic cock. She felt icy fingers touch at her spine. 

"Please," she asked him. "Let me go. Let me go and I'll never say anything. 
Please." 

His heavy hand jerked at her hair and pulled her neck back. Pain shot 
through her. He kept pulling at her head until there were tears in her eyes. 

"You do as I say," he said. "And you do it quickly. You'd better understand 
that." 

He released her. This time she quickly got up on her hands and knees. 

"I like that," he said softly. His hand caressed her neck and her long red 
hair. "I like the way your long hair swings down like that. I like the way 
your pussy seems to call to my cock. You are a sweet piece." 

She shivered as she felt the head of his huge cock pressed against her pussy 
lips. His hands went around her body, underneath to caress her hanging 
titties. 

"You really do have a pair of them," he said. "And your ass is so soft. I'll 
fuck that before I'm through." 

"Oh God," she said. 

He laughed and pushed his cock halfway into her pussy. She gave a gasp of 
astonishment as he rotated his prick so that the thick rod was rubbing 
against the top and bottom of her cunt. 

"You'll like it," he said. "By the time I'm finished you'll be begging for 
more. Just like your Momma. " 

He pushed against her and she felt his rod slide all the way into her cunt. 
He filled her up as her husband had never done. He was so big! 

She squirmed against him and felt the warmth allover her body. 

"Oh Jesus," she said softy. 

He started fucking her in a slow, steady rhythm. His cock hurt her and made 
her feel good all at the same time. His rhythm became faster as he became 
more excited. 

"Jesus, you're tight," he groaned. "Your husband hasn't been using this box 
enough. Jesus, you're a tight piece of ass!" 

"Ummmmmmm!" she groaned. "Ummmmmmm!" Fires were racing through her body in a 
way she'd never known before. She found herself moaning and squirming 
against him in just the way that her mother had acted a few minutes before. 

"I want to come," she moaned. "I want your fat, hot cock to make me come!" 

She was reaching the heights of excitement. Now he hardly needed to move, 
for she was doing all the work, slapping her ass against his prick in 
increasing excitement. 

She was nearly ready when he drew his prick out. 

"No," she moaned. "Give it back. Please give it back." 

She knew she was degrading herself by begging for it, but she didn't care 
about that. All she cared about was getting that fat prick back into her 
hungry cunt again. 

But he gave no sign of wanting to fuck her again. He had pulled his big cock 
out and he'd left the bed. He was leaving her. 

"Why'?" she asked him. "Oh God, why'? Don't leave me like this." 

"I need a drink," he said. 

She couldn't believe it. She watched him leave. She was so damned hot. She 
put two fingers into her cunt but her fingers only caused her to be more 
frustrated. 

She, couldn't understand why he had left her. He had wanted to fuck her. He 
had gotten what he wanted. Why was he treating her this way'? 

He seemed like he was gone a long time. He came back with a drink in his 
hand and he sat down on the edge of the bed. He had put his shorts back on. 
She could see a huge bulge through the fabric. 

She reached to touch him and he pushed her hand away. 

"But I'm so hot," she protested. "Please do something for me." 

"Now you know how a man feels," he said. 

"What'?" she asked. 

"A man gets hot too. A man gets hot for your body and his prick is hard for 
you and you only laugh. Like your husband and like Bud." 

"Don't lecture me," she begged him. "Just please fuck me." 

She realized again that she was degrading herself. She was behaving like a 
common woman with this man. She was practically foaming at the mouth to 

get into his shorts. 

"Maybe I will," he said. He leaned back on the bed and sipped at his drink. 
He looked at her with teasing eyes. 

"Of course," he said. "I'd want you to be nice to me." 

"Anything," she whispered. 

. 

She knew she had gone the final step. She was so hot she had allowed this 
man to master her. She would do what he wanted, anything he wanted, to get 
that big cock back into her cunt once again. 

"Now that's how I like a woman," he said. "Knowing her place. Do you know 
what I want now?" 

"No," she said. 

"I want you to suck my prick. Suck it good, baby, and I'll give you a 
reward." 

She remembered how disgusted she had felt at being forced to suck Matt's 
cock. She hadn't liked the taste and she had gagged on his thick white cum. 

But he had forced her to suck on him and Harry wasn't forcing her to do 
anything. He was simply lying there smiling, now and then sipping on his 
drink. 

"Suck me," he said again. 

She couldn't refuse him. She put her fingers underneath his shorts and 
tugged them down his legs. She touched her lips to the reddened tip of his 
cock-head. 

"Ummmmm; baby," he said. 

She slipped the cock-head between her lips. She found that she could 
actually like the taste of cock if she tried. She touched her tongue to the 
end of his cock and tasted salty jism from his tiny hole. 

She rolled his jism in her mouth, underneath her tongue, so that she could 
really taste his strong, male taste. Then she swallowed that tiny drop and 
sucked on his cock-head for more. 

She had never felt so completely at a man's service. She knew she was 
degrading herself. What would her husband think if he walked in now to find 
her ruby-red lips locked around this gigantic cock? 

Her husband would probably divorce her and everything she had ever wanted 
would be gone forever. But she found herself confused by the excitement that 
heated her pussy. 

"Take me all the way in your mouth, baby," he said. 

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and she drew his stiff cock all 
the way into her throat. His heavy balls rested on her chin. 

"Ummmm, baby," he said. "That's the way, sugar! Now you're learning about 
sucking cocks!" 

He had such a huge cock that it surprised her that she could take all of his 
inches into her mouth. But she found herself moving as his soft voice 
directed her, doing anything with her tongue and lips that would bring him 
more pleasure. He pulled her head back. She looked at him questioningly. 

"You like my cock?" he questioned. 

"Oh yes," she said. 

"You want to drink my cum? Do you want to swallow it down?" 

She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and again sucked up his stiff rod 
into her mouth. She answered his question with up-and-down movements of her 
head. 

"You're such a sweet bitch," he said, stroking her red hair. "Such a sweet 
little cocksucker. I love your tongue. I love it!" 

She could tell by his voice that he was getting near his climax. She 
remembered Matt's semen going down her throat but she found that she didn't 
want to pull her mouth away from Harry's cock. Instead she went down as far 
as she could on him. 

"Jesus Christ!" Harry exploded. "I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming. Oh 
Jesussssss!" 

His hot load exploded into her hungry mouth. She sucked the great gobs of 
white down her throat, savoring the thick male taste of him. 

"Ummmm, God!" Harry moaned. "Umm, God!" 

She couldn't contain all of his semen. Some of it streaked the corners of 
her mouth and her chin. She kept sucking at him until he quit pushing his 
cock into her lips. 

"Good, baby," he said, patting her on the head. "Very good." 

She was strangely pleased at his compliment. A month ago she would have 
laughed at anyone who would have dared suggest that she would have enjoyed 
tasting a man's sperm. 

That she would actually beam with delight at a man's words would have been 
impossible to believe. Yet, she was glad at his compliment and waited 
expectantly to hear what else she could do for him. 

"Lick me clean," he said. 

She obediently bent her head and licked the salty sperm from his cock. She 
kept licking and sucking at him until he decided he was clean enough. 

"All right," he said. "Now I'll fuck you." 

She felt a surge of excitement go through her as he pushed her onto her back 
and lowered himself on top of her. His prick was still limp but she could 
feel it pushing against her cunt. 

"Do you like that, baby?" he asked. 

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes." 

She was really hot. She was already grinding her pussy against him, wanting 
to feel his delicious length slamming into her. 

"Fuck me," she begged him. "Fuck me." 

His prick began to grow until the cock-head was pressing hard against her 
cunt. She opened her legs even wider and her hands tugged at his hips. 

"Put it in me," she begged him. 

He plunged forward and buried his tremendous shaft between her legs. He had 
a delicious fullness that caused shivers of excitement in her body. 

"Ummmmm," she moaned. "Ummm, that's nice! Ummmm, that's really nice!" 

He started fucking her in a low, delicious movement that sent his long shaft 
deep into her pussy. He would hesitate for a moment and then withdraw his 
cock. 

She realized that he not only had a big cock but he really knew how to use 
it. His hot rod rubbed her pussy walls and the friction was slowly 
increasing her excitement. 

"Oh God!" she cried. "You're good! You're so fucking good!" 

His big hands cupped her titties and his fingers massaged her already 
sensitive nipples. It was almost too much for her to bear. She started 
moving her ass frantically, loving the feeling of pure lust that controlled 
her. 

There was no love in this coupling. There was no gentleness or sweet words. 
He had awakened the animal in her, a vulgar, moaning animal. 

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "I'm going to come! Oh Jesus, I'm coming! I'm 
coming! Oh, I can feel your hot cum! I can feel it pouring into me! Oh 
Jesusssssssss!" 

The fury of her climax left her weak and trembling. He remained on top of 
her for a few minutes longer and then he slipped his cock out of her wet 
cunt. 

He stretched out beside her. His fingers caressed her long hair. 

"Like it?" he asked. 

"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I loved it!" 

"You're a good fuck when you want to be," he said. "Good and tight." 

"Am I really?" she asked. 

She knew that she was vulgarly fishing for compliments but she couldn't help 
herself. There was something about Harry that made her want to please him. 
She was both afraid of him and loving him at the same time. 

"Yes," he said. "You are. A tight little piece who knows how to shake her 
ass. I bet your ass is tighter than I can stand." 

"My ass?" she questioned. She remembered again that he had promised her that 
he was going to fuck her ass. She remembered the way her mother had squirmed 
and wiggled as that big prick went into her tight ass. Janice thought that 
she couldn't stand anything like that. 

"Please," she said. "You wouldn't want to do that to me, would you? Haven't 
I been nice enough to you?" 

"You've been nice," he agreed. "But I can't help loving that ass. Besides, 
you'll like it." 

She felt the fear clutch at her. She moved away from him. She had liked his 
face a few minutes before. Now he looked scary. 

"No," she said. "I couldn't stand that." 

"But you will stand it," he smiled at her. 

"You'll stand anything I want you to do." 

"No," she said. 

She could hear her own whining voice and it didn't sound strong enough. He 
reached for her and she scrambled from the bed. 

"I won't let you touch me anymore," she said. "This has gone far enough." 

He didn't move. He touched his cock. She could see that he was already 
becoming half erect at the thought of fucking her in the ass. 

"You haven't learned your lesson," he said. 

She looked at the door. She could run again. She might make it downstairs 
before someone caught her. She might even make it out the door. She looked 
back at Harry. He was smiling at her. Suddenly she knew she couldn't run. 
Not from Harry. She felt as if she belonged to Harry, a willing slave to his 
whims. 

"Come back here," he said. He knew he had won. She shook her head but she 
was already getting back on the bed with him. 

He took her arm and pulled her close. He patted her on the cheek lightly. 
"Move closer," he said. 

She pressed her titties against his side and felt that familiar warmth go 
through her. His hand dropped to one of her nipples and he massaged it 
softly. She could feel her tit ties becoming sensitive. 

"Now you didn't really want to run from me, did you?" Harry asked. 

"No," she admitted. 

"You like Harry's cock, don't you?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said. 

"And you want me to fuck your ass, don't you?" Harry asked. 

She closed her eyes. She could already feel the pain of that thick shaft 
going into her ass. She was afraid, but she knew she couldn't ever refuse 
Harry anything. 

"Yes," she said. 

He took her hand and placed it on his growing cock. He showed her what he 
wanted and she took over. She ran her hand up and down his cock until he 
became erect fully. A little drop of glistening white appeared on the end of 
his cock. 

"You know I've fucked more today then I ever have," Harry said. "There's 
something about redheaded women that turns me on." 

"How do you want me?" Janice asked. 

"On your hands and knees," Harry said. 

She got up again on her hands and knees. He told her to use her hands to 
spread her asscheeks apart. She found herself resting on her head with her 
fingers tugging her asscheeks apart. 

"That looks good," Harry said. "You're like a pagan princess offering 
yourself to your master." 

She jumped as his huge cock-head touched her tiny anus. He reached around 
and grasped her tittles and once again massaged the nipples until she found 
them getting sensitive. Then he reached underneath her and massaged her clit 
until she felt her juices start to flow. 

"It's easier if you're excited," he said. 

"Oh," she moaned, as he pressed his cock-head harder against her. 

She was too dry for him to gain easy entrance. He used his finger on her ass 
until he had her a little wetter and then he pressed against her ass once 
again. 

"Just breathe deep and relax," he told her. He started shoving hard and his 
cock-head stretched the entrance to her ass. She tried to wiggle out of his 
grasp but he was too strong. 

"You're hurting me," she protested. "Oh stop. Please stop. You're hurting 
me." 

She knew he wouldn't stop. She had heard her mother begging him to stop and 
he had not. He continued to press his cock into her. His cock-head pressed 
into her, past the entrance of her anus and deeper into her. Once he forced 
his way into her it got easier. He pressed harder and his big prick went 
deeper and deeper into her tight ass. Finally he gave a final shove and she 
felt his balls resting against her and she knew he was all the way in. 

"Oh God," she moaned. "You're so big! You're killing me! You feel like 
you're coming out my mouth." 

"Just relax, sugar," he told her. "In a minute or two you'll start enjoying 
it." 

He started rubbing his fingers against her clit again. The excitement start 
growing in her. She forgot about the pain of the big instrument up her ass. 
She actually started rubbing herself against him. 

"Ummmmmm," she moaned. 

"See what I told you," he said. "I told you that you'd start to like it." 

He was fucking her excitedly with rapid strokes that felt as if his cock was 
driving into her stomach. She did begin to love it. She started rubbing 
herself against him as her hot juices began to flow. 

"Oh," she said, each time his cock slammed into her. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!" 

"I'm going to come," Harry said. "I'm going to flood your ass with my cum! 
I'm going to give you all of it." 

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Give it to me! Give it all to me!" 

She felt his cock-head growing in her ass and she knew that he was about to 
come. She braced herself as the excitement made him drive his cock int6 her 
tight ass even faster. 

"Jesus!" he cried. "Oh Jesus! Such a sweet, tight ass! I knew you were good! 
Oh Jesus, I'm coming! I'm coming into your sweet ass! Oh Jesusss!" 

He gave her another hard push and then his hot seed erupted into her ass. 
She kept moving against him until his cock was drained. She loved it! How 
she loved it! 

Finally he was done and his now limp cock escaped her ass. She hadn't come 
herself but she didn't care. She had gotten her excitement from being able 
to pleasure Harry. She was finding out that there was a part to being a 
woman that she had never understood before. A really exciting part! 

Chapter Six 

She opened her eyes and stretched like a contented kitten. The sunlight was 
shining through her bedroom window. Harry was still asleep. He was snoring 
softly. His hairy arm lay across her titties. 

It had been a long night. Every time she was about to go to sleep Harry was 
back at her again. He had used her all the ways a man could use a woman and 
in every position. He had taught her a few things. 

"Harry," she said, touching him. "Harry, darling." 

He opened his eyes and a smile came across his face. 

"You want some this morning?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said. She was surprised at her answer. He had turned her into 
some kind of whore. Already she could feel a wet hunger between her legs, 
wet for his cock. 

"Then get on top," he said. "I'm too tired to move." 

Quickly she got astride him and used her hand to guide his already hard cock 
into her pussy. 

"Ummmmmm, Harry," she moaned. "Nobody's got a cock like you. Nobody." 

She was hotter than hell. She could feel her juices flowing as she bounced 
up and down gently on his cock. Harry put his hands behind his head. She 
would have rather had his hands on her titties but she didn't ask him. 

She wanted Harry to be comfortable. She wanted him to have anything he 
wanted. 

"Oh Harry," she moaned. "Harry, I'm so hot. Your cock feels so good inside 
of me." 

"That's the way it should feel, baby," he said. "That's what you were made 
for. A hot cock up your twat. That's what you were fashioned for." 

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes." 

She was bouncing up and down more rapidly on his cock as she felt her fires 
begin to grow. She could think of nothing else but the good feelings that 
his hard cock was giving her. 

"Jesus," she said. "I'm going to come, Harry. Oh you're making .me come. OH 
HARRY, DARLINGGGGGG!" 

She felt him explode into her at the same time that she came. Her wet juices 
mingled with his own. She kept bouncing up and down until she was sure that 
he was satisfied. 

She finally climbed off him. He gave her a nod of approval. 

"You're getting better, sugar," he said. "Now take a nice long shower and 
put on some nice perfume. And wear something downstairs that's short and 
revealing. I like to see women in revealing clothes." 

"Yes, Harry," she said. 







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* 

* She asked herself what she was doing as she stepped out of the hot shower. 
The hot water had cleared her brain a little. Here were three men who had 
broken into her house and raped both her and her mother. She had been 
abused, degraded, and humiliated by the three of them. 

She should be mad as hell. She should fight and scratch and do anything she 
could to harm them. 

Instead she found herself dabbing on perfume and dressing in a short 
miniskirt and a revealing blouse. She wore no bra and the sheer fabric of 
the blouse did not hide the pink outlines of her nipples. 

She was doing exactly as Harry told her to do, all the time knowing that she 
would turn the men on if she went downstairs like this. She would certainly 
get fucked some more. She found herself almost looking forward to it and it 
shocked her. Surely it couldn't be Janice behaving like this? It had to be 
some other woman just wearing her face. 

"Janice," Harry's voice called from downstairs. "Hurry up and get the hell 
down here." 

"Yes, Harry," she said. 

She ran a comb through her tangled red hair, applied some lipstick and 
hurried down the stairs. She found all of them in the living room. Her 
mother was dressed in a pale robe that belonged to Janice's husband. Anne 
looked puffy, as if she had just finished a long night. 

Janice imagined it had been pretty rough with both Matt and Bud going at 
her. 

Bud was sitting in the same chair he had sat in the night before. He was 
dressed in his shorts. He gave Janice a soft smile. 

"Good morning," he said. "Did you have a nice night?" 

"It was nice," Janice found herself saying. 

"Ah," Bud said. "Harry has done it again. Some of the fire is gone from your 
eyes. You're softer now. More of a woman. Come over here." 

She approached him and she didn't protest when he put his hand on her thigh. 
She felt his fingers going up underneath her skirt and touching her panties. 

"You like that?" he asked. 

"Yes," she answered. 

She could already feel her pussy warming up as his fingers touched her. She 
found that her whole body had grown more sensitive to a man's touch. She 
could feel her mother's eyes on her but she didn't care who watched. Her 
husband could have walked in and she still would have liked his touch. 

He took his hand away. 

"How about you and your mother fixing breakfast," he said. "We can't fuck on 
an empty stomach. We have to keep our strength up." 

She went to the kitchen and helped her mother to cook up a great platter of 
ham and eggs. She found that she wasn't hungry but she drank a lot of the 
coffee. 

She watched the man gulp the food down. She was curious about what else the 
day was going to bring and she could hardly wait for them to finish. 

"Well," Bud said, pushing his empty plate away. 

"That was nice. Anne, you are an adequate cook." 

"Thank you," Anne said. 

"Let's return to the living room," he said. 

Janice went first into the living room. Bud told her to sit down on his 
chair and to spread her legs. She did as she was told without asking why. 
She could tell he was pleased by her quick obedience. 

She spread her legs so that the other four people in the room were looking 
up her skirt. She saw Henry lick his lips and she could tell that he was 
growing horny again. 

"Come here, Anne," Bud Willis said. 

Anne drew close to Bud and he popped her left titty out of her robe. He 
massaged her until her nipple had grown hard and sensitive. He bent his head 
and touched his lips to the jutting pink nipple. 

"Oooooooh," Anne moaned. 

Bud stepped back. "Do you know what I want you to do?" he asked. 

Anne shook her head. 

Bud pointed to Janice and a look of understanding came into Anne's eyes. 
Janice didn't understand yet, but she knew it was something really wrong 
because of the pale shade her mother's face turned. 

"No," she protested. "I couldn't do that. Not that. Please don't make me." 

"I think it'll look good," Harry said. "Your red head in her red bush. It'll 
really turn me on." 

Then Janice understood and she shuddered. They wanted her to make love to 
her mother. Her mother. Janice remembered all the lectures her mother had 
made about sex. Her mother would not do that. This was where Anne would draw 
the line. 

"Please don't make me," Anne said. 

"You'll do as I say," Bud said. "Or we'll see what Harry can find for you to 
do." 

Anne looked at Harry. He was grinning and licking his lips. 

"She's my daughter," Anne said weakly. 

"Do it," Bud commanded. 

Janice closed her long legs as her mother approached her. One look from Bud 
made her open them again. Anne came closer and fell to her knees before 
Janice. 

Anne looked at Janice for a long time and then she shrugged her shoulders. 

"I have to do it, darling," Anne said. 

Then Anne's lips were touching her naked thigh. Janice trembled as her 
mother put wet kisses up her thighs to .where her panties were. Janice 
couldn't help herself. She opened her legs wider as her mother kissed her. 

"On the floor," Bud whispered. "Both of you get on the floor." 

Janice got out of her chair and lay down on the soft carpet. Her mother 
stretched out beside her. Anne leaned over and kissed Janice softly on the 
mouth. They kissed again but this time the kiss was harder and Janice felt 
the tip of her mother's tongue. 

Janice tried not to think about what they were doing. She had fucked the men 
but at least that had been natural. What she was doing with her mother was 
unnatural, and yet it was very exciting. 

"Touch me," Anne whispered, and Janice didn't have to ask where her mother 
wanted to be touched. With trembling fingers, Janice undid the front of the 
robe. She reached inside and grasped her mother's warm tit. 

She felt the titty grow hard from the caressing motion of her fingers. It 
was wrong. She knew it was wrong. But now her mother was undoing her top and 
freeing her tittles. She shivered as her mother's hot fingers touched her 
skin. The fingers of her mother were softer, more loving, than a man's hand 
and suddenly Janice knew that this wasn't the first time her mother had 
loved another woman. 

What a hypocrite her mother was. Always telling Janice to leave sex alone 
and that it was dirty. But her mother had not behaved as though sex was 
dirty. Her mother had been behaving as if it were wonderful. 

"Ummmmm," Anne moaned, as Janice's fingers became more exploring. "Ummm, 
that's nice, baby." 

Janice felt herself being pushed back and she felt her mother's lips 
touching her tittles. Anne's mouth opened and her tongue flicked at Janice's 
nipple. A spasm of delight went through Janice. She wanted more of this. 

She put her hand behind her mother's head and pulled her down. Anne's mouth 
opened wider and she sucked in more of Janice's creamy flesh. Janice felt as 
if her entire titty was being sucked up into her mother's mouth. 

She loved it. She could feel excitement allover her body. Her skin became 
hot and tingly. Her juices were already making her panties wet. "God," 
Janice said softly. "Oh God!" 

Anne's fingers tugged up her skirt and revealed the skimpy panties Janice 
had worn. Anne's hand slipped underneath and cupped Janice's buttocks even 
as her lips kept sucking at Janice's tittles. 

Anne's mouth went lower, kissing the soft flesh of Janice's hot stomach. Her 
tongue went into Janice's navel and Janice experienced another hot spasm of 
delight. 

"Lower, Momma," Janice said. "Please go lower." 

Anne went lower. Her wet kisses fell upon Janice's thighs. Her tongue went 
up Janice's thighs almost to her pussy. Janice then felt the tongue tugging 
at the fabric of her panties. 

"Oh Momma," Janice moaned. "I've got to take them off. I've got to." 

Anne lifted her hand and Janice quickly skimmed her panties down her long 
legs. Her pussy was revealed to her mother and her mother didn't waste any 
time. 

"Look at that," Matt said. "Look at that." Anne pressed her face back into 
Janice's pussy. Her tongue eased out, licking at Janice's pussy walls and 
causing Janice to tingle. 

"Oh God!" Janice moaned. 

Anne slipped her tongue completely into Janice's pussy. Janice forgot that 
it was her mother who was doing this to her. She only cared that it was a 
hot, wet tongue that was rubbing against her pussy walls and sucking up her 
juices. 

She put both hands behind her mother's head and tugged her closer. 

"Oh eat me," Janice moaned. "Oh eat me up 

good!" 

"My God!" Matt said softly. 

Anne's tongue was like a cock, moving rapidly in and out of Janice's pussy. 
Janice raised her hips to allow her mother to get in deeper. 

"My clit," Janice begged. "Please suck my clit." 

Janice felt her mother's tongue lick out at her clit and then capture the 
clit between her moist lips. She could hear the sucking noises her mother 
made. 

"Oh Jesus," Anne moaned. "Oh Jesus, I'm going to come! Oh Jesus, my mother 
is making me come! Oh Jesus fuckkkkkk!" 

She heard her mother swallowing as she exploded her hot juices into her 
mother's hungry mouth. She had never come so much as she did at the sucking 
of her mother's lips and tongue. 

"Oh God!" Anne said, as she raised her head. Janice quit trembling and she 
reached out to stroke her mother's hair. Her eyes became clear again and she 
saw that all three men had stripped down and their pricks were hard. Janice 
gave Bud a willing smile. 

"I'm ready if you are," she said. 

They were all ready. Matt was at her head immediately and she opened her 
mouth to accept his thick cock. At the same time, Bud was kneeling between 
her legs and she felt his long cock slide easily into her wet pussy. 

"Ummmmm," Janice said: She didn't think about the degradation of being used 
by two men at once. She no longer cared if she was degraded and humiliated. 
She only cared about cock. Matt was so excited that he didn't take long. A 
few minutes of slamming his cock into her mouth and she tasted the first 
drop of his jism. 

"Oh Jesus!" Matt yelled. "I'm coming! Oh shit, I'm coming! Oh fuck!" 

He let his hot load go into her mouth and this time she was able to swallow 
every drop and suck hungrily for more. She didn't know what was wrong with 
her except that she was beginning to like the taste of semen. Hot, thick, 
cum to take in her throat and savor on her tongue was beginning to be as 
sweet as candy for her. 

Bud was also excited. She knew that both men had been turned on by seeing 
her mother eat her pussy. Janice spread her legs wider and lifted them a 
little so that Bud was getting even deeper into her. 

"Give it to me, Bud," she moaned. "Give it to me hard! Oh slam that big dick 
in me! I love it, Bud! I love every delicious inch!" 

"Oh Jesus fuck, I'm coming," he moaned. "Oh fucking Jesus, I'm going to blow 
my wad! Oh fuckkkkkkk !" 

He emptied his precious load into her cunt and fell away from her. Janice 
opened her eyes and saw Harry smiling at her. She stretched. 

"How do you want it, lover?" she asked him. 

Chapter Seven 

The next few days, before her husband returned, were cloudy for Janice. She 
remembered them as many hours of non-stop fucking. The three men had her in 
every position possible and a few that she wouldn't have believed would have 
been possible. 

So much sex left her dull and listless but quick to respond to the slightest 
touch from any of the men. The days passed so quickly that she was surprised 
when Bud said, "Your husband will be coming home tomorrow." 

"Tommorrow?" Janice questioned. 

"Yes," Bud said. "His business is over and he told the office he would be 
home tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow," Janice said again. 

"What are you going to tell him when he gets here?" Bud asked her. 

"Tell him," Janice said. "Why, I'm not going to tell him anything." 

She knew her words were true as soon as she said them. She had no intention 
of telling her husband anything about what had happened while he was away. 
She could not picture herself crying rape and then explaining how she had 
been given plenty of chances of escape but she had not attempted to after 
the first day. She didn't feel like her husband would believe anything she 
told him after he had heard that. 

"So you'll tell him nothing," Bud said. "I think that's a wise decision." 

Janice felt her mother's eyes on her and she turned to look at her mother. 

Anne dropped her eyes but not before Janice had seen the sadness there. 

"What's wrong?" Janice asked. 

"I don't know," Anne shook her head. "I guess I never wanted you to be like 
this." 

"Like what?" Janice asked. 

"Hot for sex." Anne said. "Lying to your husband and cheating on him. Like I 
did." 

"You did?" Janice questioned. "But you always told me that Pop left us 
because he was a no-good man. You told me he was always messing around." 

"He messed around," Anne said with a sigh. 

"But it was only after he caught me." 

Janice's eyes opened wide in surprise. 

"You?" she asked incredulously. "But you were always the one who told me 
that sex was dirty and that a woman should be a lady in bed." 

"I know I told you that," Anne admitted. "But I told you what I wanted to 
believe. I never could be a lady about sex. I practically broke out in a 
heat rash if a man just looked at me. I've been hungry for cock since I was 
ten years old." 

"Mother!" Janice spoke in shock. 

"It's true," Anne shook her head softly. "I love cock. I always have." 

Now Janice realized why her mother had appeared to be enjoying it so much 
when Harry had raped her. Anne had been enjoying it. All these years of 
preaching about sex had only been to hide Anne's true feelings. 

"Why Mother," Janice said softly. 

They had been sitting on the couch and now Harry came over and sat down 
between them. He took each of them by the back of the neck and pulled them 
down toward his limp cock. 

"Girls," he said softly. "If we're going to have to finish this tomorrow 
then I want something to remember you both by. And I'll give you both 
something to remember Harry by. A mouthful of cum... 

Harry laughed at his own joke as Janice and Anne went to work on his prick. 
Janice kissed the top of his cock while her mother ran her tongue around the 
base. 

"Suck me good," Harry said. "I want to enjoy this." 

Janice opened her lips and took Harry's cock-head between her lips. She had 
grown more adept at giving blowjobs as the week had passed. Now she was as 
experienced as any woman could have been at the art of using her tongue. 

She could hear the sucking noises her mother made as Anne sucked on Harry's 
balls. Janice found that the sound turned her on. She squeezed her thighs 
together as she felt a rush of warm juices. 

She played teasingly with his tiny hole with the tip of her tongue. He 
moaned. She opened her mouth wider and took the entire shaft deep into her 
throat. She felt a little drop of jism wet her throat but he was too deep 
for her to taste the strong, salty taste. 

"Shit!" Harry moaned. "You're getting to be the best damn cocksucker I've 
ever had!" 

His words excited her even more. She slipped two of her fingers into her 
panties and started massaging her cunt. She was so hot down there. It seemed 
like the more cock she got, the more she wanted. 

Anne's mouth was slipping up his cock and now she felt her mouth pressed 
near her own. She released his cock and kissed her mother's soft lips. 

Both of them started to suck and tease the top of Harry's cock. He moaned 
and his hips started moving in rhythm to their kissing lips. 

"Two of them," Harry said. "It's almost more than a man can stand. Oh shit!" 

Janice nibbled at one side of his sensitive cock-head while her mother 
nibbled at the other. He had another drop of jism on his cock and Janice 
caught it on the end of her tongue. 

She pushed her tongue into her mother's mouth and gave her the drop of 
pearly white. Her mother licked it off her tongue arid gave Janice a 
cat-like look of contentment. 

Janice thought that she could almost hear her mother start to purr. 

"Oh God," Harry said. "Suck me. Both of you suck me!" 

They decided to take turns. First Janice went down on his prick and then her 
mother went down on him. It became a game to see which one could get him to 
come first. 

Janice felt hands tugging at her panties and she positioned herself so that 
whoever wanted her could gain easy entry. She was hot and she wanted a cock. 

The hands tugged her panties down and she felt a finger probing in her anus. 
She started to turn her head but then she thought that she really didn't 
want to know who was going to fuck her. It could have been Matt or Bud and 
not knowing only added to her pleasure. 

She pushed her ass back at the man and felt his prick pressed against her 
anus. He wanted her ass and she didn't mind. She was beginning to like it 
more and more in her ass. 

She gave Harry's cock over to her mother and reached behind to open her 
asscheeks. 

"Yes," she moaned. "Put it in me. Put that hard cock in my ass." 

Again she went down on Harry's cock as she felt a hard cock pressing into 
her ass. She moved against him as he pressed into her. 

"Ummmmm," Harry said. 

She wiggled her ass a little and he slammed his cock deep in her mouth. She 
felt the first light trickle of his jism, and then he was coming in rhythmic 
jerks. 

"Shitl" Harry moaned. "Oh shit, I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm flooding her mouth! 
Oh fuckkkkkk!" 

She took all of his jism, swallowing some and turning her lips to her mother 
to give Anne the rest. Anne's sucking lips met hers and she put the rest of 
his jism into her mother's mouth. 

She gave her mother another kiss and then she had to cry out at the 
penetration of the cock in her ass. This time she turned her head and she 
saw that it was Bud who was fucking her. A look of deep pleasure was on his 
face as he slammed his cock into her tight ass. 

She turned her lips back to her mother and felt her mother's hands caressing 
her titties. It brought a soft moan to her throat. She wondered how she 
could have been so stupid about the joy of sex. She should have experimented 
years before and she wouldn't have wasted so much time. 

There was no greater fun than to have hands caressing her titties and to 
have a big cock slamming forcefully into her ass. 

"Oooooooh," she groaned. "I'm going to come. Oh fuck, I'm going to come! Oh 
shit, I can feel your sperm! Oh fuck, I can feel your hot sperm going into 
me! OH JESUS FUCKKKKKK!" 

She collapsed as Bud's cock emptied into her and her own juices made her 
pussy tingle. Anne gave her another kiss and then stood up. Janice watched 
her mother walk over to Matt and start to fondle his cock. 

"I'm hot," Anne said. 

"Sure, baby," Matt said. "Climb aboard." 

Anne smiled and sat on his lap facing him, her big titties mashed against 
his chest, and slowly lowered herself onto his hard cock. 

"Ummmmm," Anne moaned. "This is what I like! Oh baby, have you got a nice 
one!" 

"Ride me, baby," Matt groaned. "Ride me good." 

There was none of her earlier anger and shame at watching her mother fuck 
Matt. In fact, Janice enjoyed watching it. She could almost feel the 
excitement and pleasure that Matt was giving her mother. 

"Oh yes," Janice said. "Do it to him, Mother! Fuck him to death!" 

"Oh Jesus!" Anne cried. "I can't wait! I've got to come! Oh Jesus, my pussy 
is hottttttt!" 

Janice understood the look in Matt's eyes. She knew his prick was already 
spurting its load of cum into her mother's hungry pussy. Janice felt a 
renewal of her own passion. 

After all, she had only one day left. She might as well get all the fun out 
of it that she could. 

Chapter Eight 

"Did you have a nice trip, honey?" Janice asked her husband. 

Joe Dobbs looked tired. He put his bags down inside the door and gave his 
wife a kiss on the cheek. Janice wondered if he would notice anything 
different about her. She had noticed that morning that her features in the 
mirror seemed softer and her body more curvy. 

Perhaps it had something to do with the past week of fucking. She knew that 
she had learned a lesson about sex. She had enjoyed it. 

"It was tiresome," Joe admitted. "And it's not over yet." 

"What do you mean?" Janice asked. 

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you," Joe said. "I promised Andrew 
Carny that I would give him a party this evening. He won't be in town after 
tonight and he wants to meet all the people in the office, so he can make a 
final decision concerning our contract. " 

Joe expected his wife to hit the ceiling. Janice just wasn't very 
understanding when it came to last-minute parties, especially business 
parties. He waited for her reaction and was surprised when she didn't look 
angry. 

"It's all right," Janice said sweetly. "I can call mother over to help me 
get the house in order." 

"You sure you don't mind?" he asked incredulously. 

"Of course not," Janice said. "Now why don't you run upstairs and take a 
nice shower. You must really be tired after your long trip." 

"Sure," Joe said. 

He was a little confused. He had never seen his wife so agreeable. He had 
also never seen her look so sexy. She wore a tight pants outfit and a tight 
blouse that dipped low in front to reveal the tops of her creamy breasts. 
The outfit was a fiery red to match her hair. 

He had a sudden urge to grab her but he controlled himself. He didn't want 
to make her angry while she was behaving so nicely about the party. 

"Thanks," he said. "I could use a shower. I'll see you in a few minutes." 

Janice watched her husband lift his bag and walk upstairs to his bedroom. 
She was a little disappointed. She had expected him to want to fondle her a 
little bit. She had worn this outfit to catch his interest. But he had done 
nothing. 

She shrugged. She wished that her husband would act a little more like a 
man. If he had acted like a man long before, then she wouldn't have wasted 
so much time hating sex. He should have taken her when he wanted her. That 
would have made a real woman out of her. 

She shivered as she remembered Harry's long, hard cock thrusting between her 
legs. She leaned against the wall as her knees became weak. God, she was 
going to have to quit thinking of Harry or she was going to go crazy. 

Bud, Harry, and Matt had just left the night before and already she was 
missing them. Well maybe she could find a few minutes to be alone with her 
mother and her mother could help the itch between her thighs. 

She made the call to her mother and received a promise that Anne would be 
right over. 

She started cleaning up the living room and the hall. She was glad she had, 
for she found a pair of her panties behind a chair in the living room. It 
would have been hard to explain to Joe had he found the panties. 

She got things cleaned up as well as she could on short notice and she 
checked the booze cabinet to make sure they had all they needed. It was a 
good thing Joe kept a big supply or Bud might have drank them dry. 

She took a look around the living room and found it to her satisfaction. The 
living room would hold a dozen guests and that was all they would need to 
have from the office. Just the partners and the wives. She went upstairs and 
heard Joe singing in the shower. She stepped into his bedroom and took a 
quick glance into the shower room. She could see Joe's outline through the 
shower door and she felt her heart begin to pound. 

Joe was a good looking man even if he was much older. She had not really 
appreciated his before, but he had kept his body trim and fit. His cock may 
have been smaller than Bud's but that made no difference. Janice had learned 
to love a cock no matter what size it was. 

Joe turned off the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and started 
drying himself off. He gasped in surprise when he saw her. Janice had never 
before come into his bedroom unless he practically forced her. 

"Baby," he said. "I didn't hear you come in." Janice took her eyes away from 
the limp prick that dangled between his legs. She couldn't help feeling warm 
at the sight of his naked body. She ran her tongue across her already wet 
lips. 

"I came in to tell you that I called mother. She was glad to come and help." 

"Good," he said. 

Janice wanted him to grab her. She moved closer so that he had plenty of 
opportunities. But Joe was afraid. This was the first time he had his wife 
willing to come into his bedroom and he didn't want to ruin it by seeming 
vulgar. 

"What do you think I should wear tonight?" Janice asked. 

"You look good in that," Joe said. 

"Oh," she said. "I wore this for you. I couldn't possibly wear it to the 
party tonight." 

"Why not?" Joe asked. He was rubbing his hair with the towel. 

"Because it's too vulgar," she said. "Don't you think it's a vulgar outfit?" 

Joe couldn't control his need for her. Janice almost laughed out loud as she 
saw his prick start to rise. He wanted her. She moved closer to him so that 
her breasts were almost touching his naked chest. 

"Don't you think so?" Janice asked again. 

This time Joe dropped the towel and his arms went around her shoulders. He 
expected to feel her freeze up, but instead she melted willingly into his 
arm s. 

"Oh, Joe," she moaned, as his strong hands came up to cup her buttocks. 

Joe didn't understand it but he wasn't asking questions. His wife was acting 
like a wife was supposed to act and that was fantastic. 

Janice felt his strong hands squeeze her buttocks gently as his mouth 
pressed down against hers. She opened her mouth and admitted his probing 
tongue. He was so excited that his prick popped instantly hard between his 
legs. 

"Janice," he said. "Oh, baby, this is sweet." 

He kissed her throat and sucked in the flesh of her shoulder. His mouth 
dropped lower to kiss the creamy flesh above her blouse. His wet tongue 

licked at her breasts and made her shiver again. 

"Ummm, baby," she said. 

He put his arm underneath her legs and a hand at the small of her back and 
lifted her up. She felt weak and helpless in his strong arms, which was the 
way she liked to feel. He carried her to the bed and dropped her on her 
back. 

She hardly realized what she was doing as his prick came close to her face. 
She licked at him with her tongue and she saw the look of surprise that came 
to his face. She would shudder if she even had to touch him there in the 
time that they had been married, and now she was actually touching him with 
her tongue. 

Joe pushed his prick closer to her face and she kissed his red cock-head. 
She opened her lips and sucked his cock-head into her mouth. She tasted some 
of his salty jism as a few drops exploded from the end. 

She didn't want him to come that way. She wanted to feel his hot prick 
inside of her. She released his prick and leaned back on the bed. Joe was on 
top of her immediately, tearing at her clothes. He got her blouse up above 
her titties and his mouth closed on one of her sensitive nipples. 

"Oh, Joe," she moaned. "Oh, Joe!" 

She caressed his head as he sucked on her. He took her nipple and rolled it 
beneath his tongue and sent hot spasms of delight through her. 

He sucked more of her creamy flesh into his mouth. He used his hand on her 
other titty, arousing that one also to the height of excitement. 

"Oh, baby," she moaned. "I can't stand it. I've got to have you inside me. 
Oh please fuck me." 

Joe may have been looking at her in amazement and shock but he was also 
tearing down her pants. She heard his exclamation of pleasant surprise when 
he found she was wearing no panties. He robbed her fiery pussy with his 
fingers. 

"Oh, Janice," he said. "This is the way I've always dreamed of coming home 
to you. This is the way I've always wanted you to be." 

"Fuck me," Janice pleaded. "Put your hot cock into me. Do me good!" 

He pressed her legs apart and then his hard prick was probing between her 
legs. She opened her legs even wider and grasped him by his hips. She pulled 
him into her, one easy tug and his hard prick slid up into her tight box. 

"Oh God, Janice," he moaned. "Oh God!" 

He was too excited. He started slamming his cock into her with such violence 
that she knew he was going to 'come too soon. She tried to slow him down by 
not moving her hips but there was no slowing him down. 

"Jesus, Janice," he groaned. "Jesus, I'm coming! Jesus, Janiceeeee!" 

It was much too soon. She felt him growing and exploding into her hot cunt 
and it felt good but not good enough to ease the tension in her pussy. He 
left her still frustrated as he climbed off her. 

He went into the shower again. She wanted to call him back but she knew she 
couldn't explain what she wanted. She heard the bell downstairs and she 
stood up. She would let her mother in and then she would take a hot shower. 

She remembered that Bud would be at the party that night and it gave her a 
feeling of satisfaction. A soft smile came to her face. Bud would know what 
to do to ease the heat between her hungry thighs. 







* 

* 

* The party was going fine. Janice was acting like a perfect hostess and she 
could tell that Joe was proud of her. She had chosen to wear a simple skirt 
that buttoned down the front. She also wore a bra that pushed her tits out. 

She knew she looked very sexy with her long red hair hanging to her 
shoulder. At least, Andrew Carny thought so. Every time he got the chance he 
was brushing against her and his eyes never seemed to leave her. 

She liked the attention and she found herself giving an extra little swish 
to her hips whenever she felt him watching. He was a much better-looking man 
than she had expected. She had expected the man who had built such a big 
business to be much like most of the men in her husband's office. Shy, 
serious, and looking like an underpaid accountant. 

Andrew Carny was a very large man much like Harry. He was so damnably 
good-looking that the women flocked around him like giggling geese. 

"You'd better not get too close," Anne warned her, as they were getting ice 
from the kitchen. 

"Why what do you mean?" Janice asked innocently. 

"I mean Andrew Carny," Anne said. "I've seen him looking at you. Like a 
hungry spider looking at something to eat." 

"Maybe I am," Janice giggled. 

"If I were you, I'd be careful," Anne warned. "Don't let him get you alone. 
He might not take no for an answer." 

Janice smiled at her mother. She didn't see any reason to tell her mother 
that she certainly wouldn't mind if Andrew Carny got her alone and she 
wouldn't have any intention of saying no. The party had been dull after she 
had found out that Bud was not coming. Andrew Carny looked like a fitting 
substitute. She and Anne took the ice out to the bar and Janice began mixing 
some drinks. 

"Nice party," Andrew Carny said. 

She jumped at his voice. She had been thinking about him, but she had not 
expected him to just walk up to her. Then she realized that there was 
nothing really wrong with him coming up to the bar for a drink. Nothing 
except the look in his eyes that said he wanted more than a drink. 

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Janice said. "You sure didn't give me any 
notice." 

Andrew Carny shrugged. "I'm a busy man. This is the only opportunity to meet 
with your husband's business partners so that I can make an educated 
decision." 

"And have you made a decision?" Janice asked. 

"I'm still thinking about it," he said. 

Janice handed him his drink. The look in his eyes told her what he really 
thought about. She felt his fingers caress hers as he took the drink. 

"What exactly is keeping you from deciding in our favor?" Janice asked 
sweetly. 

"A few things," Andrew Carny said. "Maybe 

you can help me to make up my mind." 

"If I can," Janice said, "I'd be happy to." 

"Maybe we can go someplace quiet and talk," he said. "It's noisy out here." 

Janice saw her mother throwing her warning looks from across the room. Her 
mother was also keeping Joe in deep conversation so that he wouldn't notice 
his wife in such closeness to Andrew Carny. 

"Maybe we could go to the kitchen," Janice said. "If you really think it's 
necessary." 

"Oh," he said. "I think it's necessary." 

"Okay," Janice said, after a moment. "I do have to get some more ice. It 
seems to go so quickly. Why don't you wait a couple of minutes and then come 
out." 

"Delighted," he said. 

Janice breathed a sigh as she stepped into the kitchen with her empty ice 
bucket. She decided to go ahead and get the ice although she already had 
plenty of it. 

She had barely gotten the trays out when Andrew Carny came in. 

"You're a minute early," she said. 

"I told you," he said. "I'm a busy man. I don't have a lot of time. " 

"Well," she asked him, brushing a strand of hair back from her face, "what 
did you want to talk about?" 

"You," he said. 

"Me?" she questioned. "Why do you want to talk about me? I'm not 
interesting." 

"Yes you are," he said. "You're very interesting. The most interesting 
looking woman at this party. And the damn best-looking." 

"Why, Mr. Carny," she giggled. 

"Do you know how hard your husband has been working on our contract?" he 
asked. 

"I know that he's been working hard," she said. 

"Much harder than you realize," he said. "This could mean a big deal for 
your husband. A lot of money will change hands. A lot of money!" 

She had been standing next to the kitchen sink and he had moved so close 
that he was barely inches from her. He was breathing hard and his eyes were 
glazed. 

"What's that got to do with me?" Janice asked. 

She knew exactly what it had to do with her, but it was exciting her to act 
like a frightened housewife who was being propositioned by a big, ruthless 
man. She could tell that the idea of blackmail was exciting him also. 

"You can make sure he gets the deal," Andrew Carny said softly. 

"How?" Janice asked. 

"Like this." 

He pressed his body against her. There was no place she could move. Her 
backside was against the cabinet and she couldn't wiggled from his strong 
grasp. 

"Kiss me," he demanded. 

"Mr. Carny," she said, trying to sound shocked. 

"I couldn't do anything like that. What if someone should come in and see 
us?" 

"Nobody will," he assured her. 

His lips were still trying to find hers. She knew that she could only fight 
a few minutes longer and then she would lose control. Already her knees were 
growing weak and there was an aching in her pussy. 

"I'm a good woman," Janice said. 

"Oh, baby," he said. "I know you'll be good." 

"But, Mr. Carny. . ." She quit fighting him. His lips burned down on hers 
and his hot tongue probed demandingly between her lips. She allowed him to 
press his tongue deep in her throat, as if his tongue were a cock and he was 
using it as a cock uses a pussy. 

She felt weak as his arms went around her shoulders and pressed her hot, 
sensitive tits against his chest. His mouth was demanding and she gave him 
all of herself that he wanted. 

He drew back. 

"You're a hot piece," he said. "I knew you would be. All redheads like it 
hot. Like big bubbles." 

He put his hands flat against her titties and squeezed them rhythmically. 

"Like big bubbles," he said again. "Bubbles filled with sweet air. Let's see 
what we can do about letting some air out. You have to suck on the nipple." 

"Please," she said. 

But he was already unbuttoning her dress. He exposed the black push-up bra 
she had chosen to wear, and his eyes devoured her curving flesh above the 
fabric. 

"They should be free," he said. "Titties like those shouldn't be covered." 

"Mr. Carny," she said. "We shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't." 

She would have killed him if he'd stopped but she kept up the pretense of 
being the frightened housewife overcome by her desire to help her husband. 
She knew that her pleading excited him. 

He got her bra unhooked and she lifted her arms so that he could pull it off 
her shoulders. He bent his head and sucked in her creamy flesh. 

"Oh Goddddd," she moaned. "Oh, Mr. Carny. Oh, your lips are nice." 

He kissed and fondled each of her nipples until the buds were erect and 
sensitive to his touch. He covered her full tits with his tongue and lips, 
leaving no part of her flesh that was untouched by his mouth. 

She groaned again as his hot fingers touched her trembling thighs. He 
caressed her until her thigh was tingling and her pussy was dripping juices. 
She felt his hand go higher until he was touching her pussy through the 
fabric of her panties. 

"Now I'm really going to make you hot," he said. 

He put his hands underneath her buttocks and lifted her up to the cabinet. 
Quickly he skimmed her panties off her long legs so that her red bush was 
exposed to his hungry eyes. 

"Beautiful," he said. "Open your legs wider, darling. A pretty pussy is a 
work of art." 

"You're shaming me, Mr. Carny," she said. 

"A woman needs to be shamed sometimes," he said. 

She allowed him to push her shapely thighs apart so that his fingers could 
explore her pussy. He touched her pussy lips and caused Janice to shiver. 

"You like that, don't you?" he asked. 

"Yes," she moaned. 

He smiled at her and kept probing with his fingers. He had her sopping wet 
with her juices in just a few seconds. He pressed one finger into her cunt. 

"Ummmm," she moaned. She knew how it would look if someone were to walk in. 
There would be no doubt of what she was doing. 

He took his finger from her cunt and licked it clean. 

"You taste good," he said. "All wet and juicy. Now it's time for me to lick 
those juices away." 

"Oh, Mr. Carny," she said, as Andrew Carny fell to his knees on her hard 
kitchen floor. "What are you doing to me? Oh, what are you doing?" 

"Eating your sweet pussy," he said. "You are a delectable piece of fluff." 

His tongue touched her thighs and sent shooting spasms of pleasure 
throughout her body. She couldn't control the loud gasp that was torn from 
her throat. 

His hot tongue trailed up her thigh and touched her pubic hair. He slid some 
of her pubic hairs under his tongue and made a loud noise as if he was 
licking them dry. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhh, Mr. Carny." He slipped his hot tongue inside of 
her. She felt her body tremble as his tongue licked away her hot juices. She 
could hear his swallowing as he sucked her juices into his mouth. She 
couldn't stand it any longer. She began to move her pussy against his 
tongue. He drew back. 

"You are sweet-tasting," he said. "But I find that my cock is growing hard 
and ready." 

He stepped back and unzipped his trousers. He didn't bother with the rest of 
his clothes. She saw his hard cock jutting out and felt even weaker at the 
sight of it. He had a beautiful long and curving cock, with a huge red 
cock-head that had a drop of thick white on the end. 

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Give me that thing. Give it to me." 

His hands went underneath her buttocks again and he lifted her half off the 
cabinet and pulled her onto his thick rod. It was not all that comfortable a 
position, with her full ass rubbing raw on the cabinet, but she soon forgot 
her discomforts as his long cock slid into her. 

"Jesus, that's good," she moaned. "Oh, you have a fine cock." 

"I'm glad you like it," he said. 

He fucked her slowly, gently, his cock-head rubbing the back of her pussy 
and causing her to shudder at each touch. Her husband had left her 
frustrated but she 'knew that Andrew Carny knew how to use his cock. 

Andrew Carney would never leave any woman frustrated. 

He gave her a few more strokes of his cock and then he withdrew it. 

"Don't stop," she moaned. "Please don't stop." 

"I don't intend to," he said. "Bend over the table." 

She saw what he wanted immediately. She bent over the table with her legs 
wide and her pubic bush exposed to him in the most vulnerable way. 

He positioned himself behind her and again she felt his hard cock thrusting 
into her pussy. 

"Ummmmmmm," she murmured. "You have a fine cock there, Mr. Carny." 

"And I know how to use it," he said. 

He certainly did know how to use it. Bud had been good, as had Harry and 
Matt, but they had simply been strong cocksmen with very little technique. 

Andrew Carny had technique and it was driving her slowly up the walls. She 
found herself pushing her pussy back at him, loving the fine feel of his 
gentle stroke. 

She felt him begin to grow and she knew he didn't have long left. She let 
herself relax, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over her. 

She knew it was going to be good. Very good. She bit her lip as the first 
explosion rocked her body. She had tears in her eyes. She no longer cared if 
her voice was high. She wouldn't have cared if the whole damn party walked 
into the kitchen and saw what was happening. 

"Oh shit!" she screamed. "Oh fuck! You're going to make me come! Oh God, I'm 
coming! Oh Jesus, my whole body is on fire! Oh SHITTTT!" 

Her hot juices flooded against him as she collapsed against the table. She 
knew he hadn't come but she couldn't bring herself to respond to his steady 
strokes. Her orgasm had just been too good. 

He took his cock out and walked around to the front of the table. He tugged 
at her hair and she saw what he wanted. Crawling up a little more on the 
table she was able to take his rod into her mouth. She had to get into a 
better position because she couldn't give him a really good suck this way. 
She crawled up on the table completely and tucked her knees under her. She 
once again bent her head to his cock. 

He had a good-tasting cock and she was able to slide him all the way into 
her throat. He took her head and directed her movements. She could have 
sucked him better with more freedom, but then she realized that he was one 
of those men who wanted to fuck a woman in the mouth. 

She relaxed and allowed him to cram his swollen member deep in her throat 
and back out again. The pressure of his hands became more urgent and she 
used her tongue. 

"I'm going to shoot off!" he cried. "I'm going to fill your mouth! Oh 
swallow it, baby! Swallow all my hot cum! Every fucking dropppppppp!" 

She took his hot load deep in her throat and allowed it to trickle down the 
back of her throat. This way she was able to take every drop as he had 
desired. The only unpleasant part was that he nearly broke her neck pulling 
her down on him. 

"Jesus," he said. "Jesus!" 

She climbed off the table and quickly dressed. He had helped the itch in her 
pussy for a little while and now she was trembling at the thought of what 
could have happened. Her husband, or anyone else, could have walked in. She 
grabbed the ice bucket and found the ice already melted. Well, it didn't 
make any difference. She hadn't really come after any ice. 

Andrew Carny pulled his limp prick back into his trousers. He looked as if 
he had completely enjoyed himself. She remembered that she was supposed to 
be acting like a scared housewife. 

"Well?" she asked him. 

He looked puzzled. "Well what'?" he asked. 

"Does my husband get the contract'?" she asked. 

"That is why I allowed you the liberty of my body." 

A grim smile touched his face. 

"Of course," he said. "I had every intention of giving your husband the 
contract." 

"Even if I didn't go along'?" she questioned. 

"I knew you would," he said. "You have that certain look about you." 

He left her wondering if she really did have a certain look about her. 

Chapter Nine 

"I bet you had a good time," Anne said. 

"Whatever do you mean?" Janice said. 

"Come on, honey," Anne said. "I had a hell of a time keeping Joe from going 
looking for you. I just 

hope it was worth all my trouble." 

"It was," Janice said. 

The party was over. Joe had gone upstairs and now Janice and Anne finished 
cleaning up the mess left in the living room. Janice gave her cleaning job a 
look of satisfaction. 

"There," she said. "I hate to wake up in the morning and have to clean 
things." 

"I know what you mean," Anne said, with a long sigh. "Well I suppose I'd, 
better be getting home." 

"Don't be silly," Janice said. "Stay with me tonight." 

"Joe won't object?" Anne asked. 

"Him," Janice said. "He's not man enough to object. I wish he were. But 
since he's not maybe you can keep me warm tonight." 

A look came to her mother's face that said she would enjoy the task of 
keeping Janice warm. Janice gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. 

"I have nothing to wear," Anne said. 

"You won't need anything," Janice said wickedly. 

"Don't you ever get enough?" Anne asked. 

"Never," Janice said. "I take after my loving mother. She never gets enough 
either." 

Both of them laughed as they clasped arms and walked up the stairs. Joe was 
waiting at the top. He had put on his robe and was freshly shaven and 
smelling of aftershave. 

"Uh-oh," "Anne said."I think he's got something in his evil mind." 

"He can just forget it," Janice whispered. "I'm not going to let him leave 
me as frustrated as he did this afternoon. One time is enough. Tonight I'm 
going to have a good time." 

Joe looked downcast as he saw the two coming up the stairs. He had already 
made plans for the evening and the plans did not include Anne. 

"Mother is staying the night," Janice said. 

"Ahhh, Janice," he said. "I sort of thought. That is, well, I have been away 
and. . . " 

"Mother worked hard and she's staying the night," Janice said. 

Janice hoped that the tone of her voice would make him behave like a man. 
She was already beginning to sense that feeling of power she'd always felt 
around Joe. No wonder it wasn't exciting to get in bed with Joe. 

He was actually a very dull man. 

Joe didn't argue. He nodded his head and walked back into his bedroom, 
slamming the door. "You were sort of hard on him," Anne said. 

"Shit," Janice said. "He's a fish. I wish he would get hard with me." 

She led the way into her bedroom. She grabbed her mother around the waist as 
soon as her door closed. She pressed her lips down on her mother's and 
probed with her tongue. 

"Damn," Anne said, pushing her back. "Give a lady a little time. I'd like to 
take a shower first." 

"That sounds like fun," Janice said. "We'll take one together." 

Mother and daughter liked the idea of taking a shower together. Quietly they 
stripped out of their clothes and went into the shower room. Janice turned 
the water steaming hot. 

"Ahhhhh," Anne said, as she stepped into the shower. "This feels nice." 

"I know a way to make it feel nicer," Janice said. 

Anne giggled as Janice took the soap and began soaping her mother down. She 
lingered around her mother's large tittles, rubbing the soap around and 
around until her mother's nipples started to get erect. 

"That is nice," Anne admitted. 

Janice got under the hot spray with her mother and put the soap into her 
mother's hands. Her mother began soaping Janice down. They kept exchanging 
the soap until their bodies had been lathered allover a couple of times. 

"Ummmmm." Janice moaned, as her mother's fingers probed between her legs. 

"Have you ever had your pussy eaten in the shower?" Anne asked her daughter. 

"You know I haven't," Janice said. 

"So this is the first time," Anne said. 

Janice shuddered as her mother went down on her knees in the shower and 
touched her tongue to Janice's hot thighs. Anne licked her daughter down to 
her knees and back up to the red pubic hair. 

Janice positioned herself so that she could open her legs wider and felt her 
mother's tongue slip up into her. Her mother knew how to use her tongue. 

Janice felt electric sparks go through her body as her mother licked her. 

"Ahhhhhhh," Janice moaned. "Ahhhhh, that's fine, Mother. That's so fine!" 

Anne's tongue found Janice's hard little clit and she sucked it between her 
lips. Janice jumped as she felt her mother's lips sucking on her clit. 
Anne's caressing lips caused an excitement in Janice she had not felt 
before. 

She screamed and dropped her head back so that the hot spray was hitting her 
directly in the face. The water seemed almost cool to her heated body. 

"God," she moaned. "Mother, you are driving me crazy! You are driving me 
wild." 

"That's enough," Anne said. 

Anne stood up and Janice gave her a look of surprise. 

"Are you crazy?" Janice asked. "You can't stop now." 

"Yes I can. Now we go to the bed." 

Janice realized that her mother was wanting some of the same treatment. She 
also realized that they would be much more comfortable in her big bed. 

"Well, let's hurry," Janice said. "I'm burning up." 

Janice turned the shower off. Anne and Janice dried themselves off and 
hurried to the big bed. It felt warm and comfortable as Janice stretched 
out. 

"I've never eaten you before," Janice said. 

"Yes," Anne said. "This is a night for first things." 

Anne lay down beside Janice and they kissed softly. They probed at each 
other's mouths with their tongues. Janice dropped her hand and stroked her 
mother's thigh. She ran her fingers lightly upward until she was touching 
her mother's pussy. 

Anne moaned and spread her legs so that Janice could reach her easily. 
Janice touched the swollen mound of her mother's pussy with her fingers. She 
felt her mother tremble as she started to rub. 

"Do it to me, baby," Anne moaned. "Make your mother feel good." 

Janice pushed one finger into her mother's slippery cunt. She felt her 
mother's cuntal muscles tighten on her finger. Her mother was getting just 
as excited as Janice. Janice bent her head and touched her lips to her 
mother's nipple. 

"Oh Jesus, Janice," Anne groaned. 

Janice had never sucked or fondled another woman before. All week Anne had 
done the sucking and fondling. Now Janice felt that she was enjoying the 
experience. At least her pussy was. It was hot and tingly with heat. 

She moved her lips to her mother's other nipple and sucked on it until it 
also became hard. Her mother had sweet, clean-tasting flesh and Janice 
finally learned why men liked to suck on titty so much. It was fun. 

Janice put another finger into her mother's pussy and she started using them 
like they were cocks, driving her fingers in and out her mother's wet pussy. 

Anne's hips were moving in rhythm to her fingers and soft moans were being 
torn from Anne's throat. Janice pressed her mouth once again to Anne's soft 
flesh. She wanted to go lower. She realized that she really wanted to taste 
her mother's pussy flesh, to give her mother back some of the pleasure that 
Anne had given her. 

"Oh Janice," Anne said, as Janice ran her tongue down the trembling flesh of 
her mother's stomach to her red bush. She put her tongue to her mother's 
bush. 

Anne opened her legs and Janice pressed her face close to her mother's 
pussy. For the first time she tasted pussy. She pushed her tongue inside her 
mother's hot cunt and tasted her tangy pussy juices. 

She drew them into her mouth and swallowed them. She knew how to suck her 
mother because she had been sucked often enough. She tried to do everything 
that had been done to her. 

She found her mother's clit and drew it into her mouth. It tasted hard and 
excited. The taste of it even excited Janice. 

"Oh eat me!" Anne yelled. "Oh eat me, darling! Oh eat your mother good!" 

Suddenly Anne seemed to go wild. Her ass started shaking and her hands 
clutched at Janice's head. Janice tasted a flood of her mother's juice. 

"I'M COMINGGGG!" Anne cried. 

Janice was so busy that she didn't hear the door open. But she heard Joe. 

"Oh my God!" Joe exclaimed. 

Janice jumped away from her mother. Anne was trying to cover herself up. 

"What are you doing in here?" Janice asked. 

It was a stupid question but it was all Janice could think of to say. She 
knew her marriage was over. Joe would never forgive her for something like 
this. He had a look of deep shock and revulsion on his face. 

"You bitch," he said. 

"Joe," she said. "I can explain." 

"You don't have to explain," he said. "I can see what's going on." 

"But it's not like you think," Janice protested. 

Then she realized that it was exactly like he thought. There could be no 
other explanation for her nakedness and the way her face was pressed against 
her mother's pussy. 

"I heard a scream," he said. "I thought I'd better help. You really are a 
bitch." 

Before Janice could think of anything else to say Joe had left the bedroom 
and slammed the door behind him. Janice heard him going downstairs. 

"Whew," Anne said. "He's really mad." 

"Yes he is," Janice agreed. "Oh, Mother what am I going to do?" 

"I don't know," Anne admitted. "It would take a pretty understanding husband 
to forgive what he just saw. It's not just the fact that you were loving 
another woman, and your own mother at that, but it's that you just turned 
him down to come on with me." 

"And that hurts him," Janice said. 

"Probably more than he realizes right now," Anne said. 

Anne got up out of bed and found one of Janice's robes in the closet. She 
wrapped it around her. 

"Where are you going?" Janice asked. 

"To talk to him," Anne explained. "Maybe I can make him understand." 

"I doubt it," Janice said. 

Anne was gone for a long while. Janice heard loud voices downstairs a few 
times but she couldn't tell what was being said. She hoped that her mother 
would find the right words but she kept remembering the hurt, angry look in 
Joe's eyes and Janice knew that the right words would be hard to find. 

Finally Anne returned. 

"How did it go?" Janice asked. 

Anne sat down on the side of the bed. Her face was weary and she had been 
crying. Anne shook her head sadly. 

"I'm sorry, baby," Anne said. "He wants a divorce." 

"I knew it." Janice felt like crying herself. 

She knew there was no one to blame it on but herself. She should have been 
more careful. She should have gone to him on his first night home even if 
she had been hungry for her mother's love. But it was too late now. He would 
get his divorce and there would be a lot of newspaper coverage and Anne and 
herself would be humiliated for all the world to see. 

"This is awful," Janice said. 

"I agree," Anne said. "I've never seen a man so mad and so hurt. I almost 
feel sorry for him." 

"For him?" Janice questioned. "Why aren't you feeling sorry for me?" 

"Because you'll always make it," Anne said. "You've got good looks, a fine 
body, and now you know what to do with it. You'll get along. But this has 
been a hard blow for Joe to take. He's not a young man and he's feeling 
betrayed." 

"Yes," Janice said. "I guess you're right. But what can I do?" 

"Nothing," Anne said. "There's nothing anyone can do. He'll have to work 
this out himself. If he can." 

Janice put her head onto the snug warmness of her mother's shoulder. She was 
no longer feeling very sexy. Just tired. She knew that the next day would be 
filled with talk of lawyers and settlements. She didn't want to think about 
those things. Right now she wanted to sleep and she let herself drift away 
under the soothing caress of her mother's fingers. 

She was awakened loudly and suddenly. Her door was flung open and she heard 
a scream that sounded like the cry of some devil. 

She jumped up in bed and saw that it was not a devil but her husband 
standing in the doorway. Except that he was not the Joe she had married. 

He had been drinking and his face was red and flush and his eyes were 
furious. He had his shirt off and his trousers unbuckled. 

"Joe," she said. "What do you want?" 

"Whore," he said. 

"You've been drinking," Janice accused. 

"Yes," he admitted. "I've been drinking. And I decided I'm entitled to a 
little pleasure for the last time from my loving wife." 

Janice was amazed as she watched her husband strip off his trousers and kick 
them off. Joe had always been so shy and quiet-natured. A sober Joe would 
have never taken his trousers off in front of her mother. 

"You've got to stop this," Janice said. 

Janice felt her mother's cool hand on her arm. 

"Give him what he wants," Anne warned. "Don't argue with him. He'll hurt you 
if you argue. I'll just go into the other bedroom." 

"No, goddamn it!" Joe roared. "You're staying here!" 

Anne was getting up but his voice stopped her. 

She relaxed on the bed once more. 

"Sure, Joe," she said. "Anything you want." 

"That's more like it," Joe said. A little of the anger left his eyes. "Now 
you two just be nice to Joe and I'll be nice to you." 

Joe was stripping off his shorts. His cock was already hard. As big and as 
hard as Janice had ever seen it. It was like the alcohol was giving him the 
courage to be the kind of man he had wanted to be. He came closer to the 
bed. 

"Take me in your mouth," he said. "Suck my prick, you little bitch." 

Quickly Janice took his long rod into her mouth. She wanted to please him. 
She was afraid of that furious anger that she had seen in his eyes. At that 
moment Joe had been more of a man than Harry, Bud, or Matt had been. He was 
the boss and it made her shiver in excitement to be told to suck his cock. 

He took hold of her hair with both hands and started driving his cock into 
her mouth with a violent force. He dropped one hand to pinch her nipples 
until they began to hurt. 

"I'm going to teach you," he said. "I'm going to teach you." 

He used his hand to motion for Anne to draw closer. 

"Play with my balls while your daughter sucks me," Joe said. "Play and kiss 
me." 

Janice felt her mother's warmth as Anne drew close. Anne's tongue flicked 
out and touched his balls and Joe groaned. Anne began to rapidly lick at 
him. 

"That's it," he groaned. "That's the way. You're going to make me shoot my 
load into your daughter's mouth. Ahhhhh, that's the way." 

Janice knew he was about to come. She tried to open her mouth wider and take 
in more of his hard cock. She tasted the first drop of his jism. 

"No," he said. He pulled his cock out and took Anne's hand. 

"Wrap your fingers around it and beat me." He said. "And you don't move, 
Janice." 

Janice stayed where she was and she realized what was going to happen. He 
was going to come into her face. Anne was running her hand up and down his 
cock and it would only be a moment more. 

"Ahhhhhb," Joe said. "That's the way. I want to come in her face. I want to 
see my cum running in rivers down her soft white skin. Then I'll know she's 
mine. I'll know for sure! Ahhhhh, God, here it comes!" 

He came in a violent eruption that sent his hot seed into Janice's face. It 
did run down her cheeks and neck in rivers. She didn't move her head. She 
took the full force of his coming. Then he grabbed her by the back of her 
head and plunged his wet prick into her hot mouth. 

She tasted the last spurt of his hot jism. He released her and wiped himself 
in a strand of her red hair. 

Janice thought it was over but she had not realized how really angry he was. 
She didn't know that it had only really just started. 

He pushed Janice on her back and made a sign to Anne. 

"Show me how you love your daughter," he said. "Get on top of her and lick 
my cum off her face." 

Janice had never seen her husband like this, had never known that he was 
capable of such emotion. Her mother pressed herself down on top of her and 
Janice felt Anne's tongue licking his sperm from her face. 

"That's good," Joe said. "A picture of mother and daughter. Get it all now. 
Get every drop of my cum." 

Janice closed her eyes as her mother licked the seed from her eyelids. Anne 
did a good job. She sucked up every drop that she could find. 

"Good," Joe said. "Now play with her pussy. Get her wet down there." 

Janice parted her thighs as she felt her mother's fingers touching her. She 
didn't want to get hot, but she couldn't help herself as her mother probed 
between her legs. She felt one of her mother's fingers go inside her pussy 
and start to massage her clit. 

"Oh no, Momma," Janice protested, but her mother's fingers became more 
insistent. 

Janice felt the fires go through her body. She didn't care if her husband 
was looking on with a cruel grin. Her mother was making her feel good. 

"Eat her!" Joe said. "Put your red head between her legs and eat her cunt. 
Show me how a mother and daughter do it together." 

Janice gave a soft gasp as her mother's face immediately went between her 
legs. The hot tongue licked up her wet juice and licked against her clit. 
Her clit became a hard little bud that her mother massaged with her lips. 

"Oh Mother!" Janice groaned. "Oh Jesus, Mother!" 

Janice could still see her husband. He had wrapped his hand around his cock 
and was slowly massaging it back to hardness. He was licking his lips in 
excitement as he watched the two women. 

"Turn around," Joe told Anne. "Put your pussy in your daughter's face." 

Anne obeyed immediately and Janice felt the clamp of her mother's thighs. 
She smelled the sweet, hot aroma of her mother's pussy. She lifted her head 
a little and pressed her face into the moist cavern. 

Janice could well imagine what kind of picture they gave to her husband. 
They were writhing on the bed, soft moans coming from their throats, and the 
sounds of each of them swallowing the other's juices. 

Janice could hold back no longer. She went crazy, rubbing her pussy against 
her mother's tongue in wild abandon. 

"Jesusssss!" Joe said, as his wife came in a flood of hot juices. 

Anne was hot and she came close behind her daughter. Anne groaned loudly and 
Janice was kept busy swallowing the hot juices that flooded her mouth. 

She lay exhausted and hoping that her husband was finally done with them. 
But he wasn't. He climbed onto the bed with his hard prick rubbing against 
her thigh. 

"Turn over," he said. "Both of you. On your hands and knees. My cock is 
ready. " 

"Both of us?" Janice questioned. 

"Both," he said. 

"But Joe. . . " 

"Do it NOW!" Joe roared. 

There was no arguing with him. Both of them turned wearily over and climbed 
to their hands and knees. They gave each other a sympathetic look. Janice 
wondered what he had in mind but she wasn't long in finding out. 

"Move closer," he said. 

Janice moved so that she was alongside her mother, their hips and shoulders 
touching. She felt Joe positioning himself behind them but Janice couldn't 
see what he was doing. 

"Ummmmmm," Anne said. 

Janice realized that Joe had driven his cock into her mother's cunt. This 
was something that she would have never dreamed could happen. Her husband 
fucking her mother. It was too much to believe. 

She grunted as she felt him plunge his cock up into her pussy. He was 
fucking them both, taking turns driving his cock into first one and then the 
other. 

"Good pussy," Joe groaned. "Fucking good pussy." 

This was something that even Harry hadn't been able to do. It was hard to 
believe that her husband was such a cocksman. Even drunk he was making a 
good showing for himself. 

"Move," Joe demanded. "Move your asses!" 

Janice started moving her ass at his words. She wasn't hot but she wanted 
her husband to have his enjoyment. He did. She felt him groan as he drove 
his cock into her pussy again. 

"I'm going to come," he groaned. "Which one of you will it be? Mother or 
daughter? Who will I come in? Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Jesus fuckkkkkkk!" 

He came in Anne first but he pulled his cock out and drove it into Janice 
for a short spurt. Janice collapsed on the bed. She didn't think she'd ever 
been so tired. 

"I need a drink," Joe said. 

Joe left the room and Janice looked at her mother. 

"My God!" Janice said. 

"I know what you mean," Anne said tiredly. 

Joe returned in a few minutes. He was already starting to get hard again. 
Janice couldn't believe that it was really her husband. 

"Well ladies?" he asked. "Are you ready to begin again?" 

"My God!" Janice said again. 

Janice often hoped afterwards that she would never have to go through 
another night like that one. Joe was angry and he took his anger out in 
fucking. He fucked all night long and in every position he could think of. 

As soon as he had fucked one he would turn to the other and start on her. He 
fucked them both until they were sore and exhausted, and begging for him to 
stop. 

It was also the most exciting night Janice had ever imagined. She would have 
never thought that Joe could have the strength in him to be this sort of 
man. He degraded her, humiliated her, made her his slave, and Janice loved 
every minute of it! 

Chapter Ten 

"My God!" Anne said softly. "I feel as if a truck just ran over me." 

"Me too,". Janice shivered. "I never knew Joe could be like that." 

"He's quite a man," Anne agreed. "Quite a man." 

It was morning. The bright sunlight shined through her bedroom window. 
Janice got up and surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror. She looked as if a 
truck had ran over her. Her perfect body was covered with tiny blue bruises. 

"Whew," Janice said. "He plays rough." 

"Dear Jesus," Anne said. "I thought he was never going to stop. I thought he 
was going to fuck me to death." 

"Where is he?" Janice asked. 

Janice realized that her husband was not in the room with them. She put on 
her bathrobe and hurried outside. She heard his shower running. She opened 
his door and stepped inside. 

"Joe," she said. 

"Come here," Joe said. 

Joe had first been ashamed when he had awakened that morning. He remembered 
the way he had treated Janice and her mother. It had been rough and brutal. 
He had never behaved that way before. Then he remembered the feeling of 
strength that he had gotten. 

Janice opened the shower door and slipped out of her robe. She didn't know 
what he wanted but she was willing to do anything for him. 

"Get in," he commanded. "How about scrubbing my back a little bit." 

She got under the hot spray with him and took the soap he gave her. She 
soaped his back and then pushed him gently under the hot spray. 

"What else do you want?" she asked. 

"My prick sucked," he said. 

Janice felt weak in her knees. She had never believed she could get so 
excited simply by her husband telling her to suck his prick. But she was 
getting excited. Pleasing her husband was almost as much fun as getting 
pleasured herself. She dropped to her knees in the hard shower stall and 
took his limp prick between her fingers. She gently kissed the big red head. 
She felt him start to grow underneath the gentle caress of her fingers and 
the darting kisses of her tongue. 

"Ummmmm," Joe said. "Suck it up fine now," he said. 

She opened her mouth and sucked his cock into her lips. She caressed his 
cock-head gently with her lips, putting her tongue into his tiny hole. 

It excited him because his prick grew hard and ready in her mouth. 

"All the way now, baby," he said. "Take me in your mouth all the way." 

She pushed her mouth forward onto all of his cock. His balls rested against 
her chin as she started to suck on him. He was getting more and more 
excited. She tasted a little of his jism. 

"Not here," he said. 

He reached up and turned off the water. Then he pushed her head away. 

"Dry me off," he told her. 

She took the towel and waited for him to come out of his shower. She dried 
his body off and then allowed him to lead her to the bed. 

He sat down on the bed and spread apart his legs. She dropped to her knees 
between them. The door was open. She heard Anne come out of the other 
bedroom and stop at the open door. 

"Very nice," Anne said. "Do you want me to join?" 

"That's for later," Joe said. "Right now I'm hungry. Go down and fix us 
something to eat." 

Anne smiled and hurried downstairs. 

He pulled Janice's face back to his prick. Once more Janice opened her mouth 
and took his cock all the way in. She could feel his cock-head pushing 
against the back of her throat. Never had she loved a man as much as she 
loved Joe. She would have done anything he commanded of her. She started 
moving her head rapidly up and down on his hard cock. She knew he wouldn't 
be able to stand that for long. She was right. He grabbed her head and his 
hips started jerking. 

"Jesus," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to flood your hot mouth 
with my cunt' OH JESUS'" 

She swallowed his seed quickly to keep from choking. She hadn't believed he 
would have had much left after the night before but he still flooded her 
mouth. 

He gave her a soft pat on the head as his prick escaped from her mouth. 

"Good girl," he said. 







* 

* 

* Anne had fixed them a big breakfast of ham and eggs. Janice was finished. 
She cleaned up her plate and went back for seconds. 

Joe leaned back in his chair as Anne cleared the breakfast dishes. 

"We have to get some things straight," Joe said. 

"We do?" Janice questioned. She felt hands around her heart. She had hoped 
that Joe might have gotten over his anger. She'd hoped that he would have 
forgotten about the divorce. Now she could tell that it was still on his 
mind. . 

"I spoke to your mother about divorce last night." 

"I know," Janice said. 

"How do you feel about that?" Joe asked. 

"I wouldn't like it," Janice admitted. "I don't want a divorce." 

"Pour me another cup of coffee," he said. 

Quickly Janice got up and poured him another steaming cup. He fondled her 
titty as she sat it down in front of him. She didn't argue as his hands 
caressed her. 

"So you really don't want a divorce," he said. 

"Oh no," she said. "I'd do anything to keep from having that happen." 

"I don't think I believe that," he said. 

"But it's true," she said. "I want to stay here. I'd do anything you 
wanted." 

"Okay," Joe said. "We'll try it for a while. The first thing this morning 
you move into my bedroom. A man and his wife should sleep together. " 

"Yes sir," she said. 

"Maybe it'll work out," he said. "I don't know yet." 

He pulled her into his lap and let his fingers run over her thigh. He pushed 
apart her legs and slipped one finger into her cunt. 

"You like that?" he asked. 

"Oh yes," she admitted. 

He kept pushing his finger in and out until she felt hot fires between her 
legs. Her head went back and she moaned deep in her throat. 

His caressing fingers found the tiny bud of her clit and he rubbed it. Each 
touch of his finger caused an electric spark to jump through her body. 

"Oh baby," she moaned. 

He bent his head and caressed her nipple with his lips. His tongue flicked 
at her until both her nipples became swollen with lust. She turned in his 
lap so that she was sitting astride him. His hard cock was poking the 
crevice of her buttocks. 

She lifted herself up and positioned his cock underneath her. She came down 
slowly, deliciously, on his hard, throbbing rod. "Oh God," she moaned. 

He went deep into her and she started rocking gently up and down on his 
prick. She mashed her titties flat against his hard, muscular chest. She 
felt waves of pleasure wash rhythmically through her with each deep stroke 
of his cock. 

"Ummmm, Joe," she moaned. "You know how to make a girl feel good. Ummmm, 
Joe." 

"Come here," Joe told Anne. 

Anne came close to him and Joe reached out to caress her nipple. He kept 
caressing her until both her nipples became rock hard. He dropped his hand 
to her hairy red bush. 

"Open your legs," he said. 

Anne spread her legs apart and allowed him to slip one finger into the moist 
cavern of her hot pussy. She moaned and started moving up and down on his 
finger. 

"Hot damn," Joe said. "This feels good. Why didn't I try this before?" 

Janice felt her excitement begin to increase and she started bouncing up and 
down on his cock faster. She could feel her hot juices lubricating his cock. 
She knew she wouldn't be able to stand the pace for long. 

"Oh Jesus, I'm comingggg!" Janice moaned. "You've got such a fine cock, Joe! 
You're making me come! Oh Jesus, Joeeeeee!" 

She went weak as the waves of pleasure rocked her. She kept bouncing up and 
down until the trembling in her body stopped. 

"Now it's Momma's turn," Joe said. 

He slowly but firmly pushed Janice off his cock. He stood up and took Anne 
by the hand. He bent Anne over the table so that her wet pussy was easily 
gotten at. 

"You have a beautiful cunt," Joe said. 

"Stick your cock in it," Anne moaned. "Please put your hard cock in it." 

Joe did. He gave one hard plunge and buried his shaft to the hilt in Anne's 
pussy. He started fucking her in deep, violent strokes that rocked Anne's 
body. 

Janice could see that her mother was enjoying his fucking. A look of deep 
satisfaction was on her mother's face at each stroke of his cock. 

"Oh Jesus'" Anne moaned. "I'm so hot. I'm so hot. I don't think I can stand 
it. Oh Jesus, I'm going to come. I'm going to comeeeeeee." 

Joe was only moments behind her as his body trembled and he slammed his 
meaty cock deep into her pussy. Janice reached beneath them and fondled his 
balls as he poured his cum into her mother's willing cunt. 

"AhhhhhhhhhhhMMMMMM," Anne moaned. 

Janice was satisfied. She wasn't going to get divorced and she was happy 
with her new forceful husband. Things were going to be very nice around 
there. 

Chapter Eleven 

"I have to know if you mean what you say," Joe said. 

"What do you mean?" Janice asked. 

It had been three weeks since Joe had caught Janice and her mother together. 
They had been wonderful weeks for Janice. She found herself really enjoying 
being told what to do by her husband. 

"I have to know if you really mean what you say when you say you'll do 
anything for me." 

"But of course I do," Janice said positively. 

"Anything?" he asked. 

"Anything," she answered. 

"Then tonight I want you to dress in your sexiest outfit. Perhaps that red 
pants outfit you had on when I came home." 

"Are we going out?" Janice asked. 

"No," he said. "Someone is coming here." Janice wondered what he meant, but 
Joe was being tight-lipped about his plans for the evening. She could get 
nothing out of him except that he was really going to find out 'if she meant 
what she said. 

It was curious. Janice could hardly wait until she found out what he wanted. 
She waited until an hour before the guest or guests were supposed to arrive 
and then she took a long shower, perfumed herself, and dressed in the pants 
outfit. 

She understood that her husband wanted her to look sexy, so she wore no bra. 
She studied herself in the mirror. She could see the outline of her nipples 
through the pants outfit. 

She certainly looked sexy enough to please anyone. 

Her husband had music playing when she came downstairs. Soft sexy music. 

"Well," Janice asked him. "How do I look?" 

"Very nice," he said. 

"Won't you tell me who's coming?" Janice asked. 

"You'll find out soon enough," he said. "I've thought about this a long 
while and I think that this is a suitable way of finding out your true 
feelings as well as giving you a little punishment." 

"Why do you want to punish me?" she asked in alarm. "Haven't I been good 
lately?" 

"Lately you have," he admitted. "But there was a long time before that when 
you put me through hell. I always wanted to feel you and you wouldn't let 
me. You were like a log to fuck, you just lay there and did nothing. I have 
to give you something back for all of that. " 

"What?" she asked. 

She was beginning to get a little alarmed. She didn't like the look in Joe's 
eyes. She knew she couldn't refuse him anything, but she was beginning to 
worry about what he was going to ask her to do. 

The front doorbell rang. 

"There's the first of our guests," Joe said, with a wicked smile. "Show him 
in." 

Janice went to the door and opened it. She was shocked by the man who stood 
there. He looked like a wino. His clothes were dirty and he smelled of 
alcohol. There was a stub of a three or four day beard on his chin. 

"Wow," he said. "You're just like your husband said." 

"Won't you come in," Janice said. 

She was really afraid now. This was the first of the guests. Would the 
others be worse or better? Surely her husband couldn't expect her to do 
anything with these horrible men. 

There were three more men who arrived during the next half hour. All of them 
looked like rejects of society. They were all foul smelling and dirty. 

"That's the last of them," Joe said, as she showed the fourth man into the 
living room. "Fix him a nice drink." 

Janice fixed the drinks with wary eyes on her husband. He seemed to be 
enjoying himself although she couldn't understand why. Surely he wasn't 
planning anything to happen with the four ugly men. 

Joe turned the music a little louder. 

"Bring me a drink, darling," Joe said. 

She brought a drink to him and he sipped it. "You do make a nice drink," he 
said. 

"Joe?" she questioned. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm doing nothing, darling," he said. "You see, I promised the men a show." 

"A show?" she asked. 

"Yes," he said. 

"What kind of show?" she asked. 

"Why you," he said. "You are the show. You're going to dance for them. 
You're going to show them your magnificent tits and your creamy ass. Dance 
for them, Janice." 

It was exactly what she had been afraid of. Yet she knew she couldn't refuse 
him. This was to be her punishment instead' of divorce. 

"Okay," she shrugged. "If it's what you want." 

"It's what I want," he said. 

She stood up straight and walked to the center of the living room. She could 
feel the four men's dirty eyes undressing her already. She started to move 
seductively to the music. 

"Take it off," one said. "Take it off and let us see what you've got." 

She unbuttoned her pants and skimmed them down her legs trying to keep time 
to the music. She heard their gasps as they saw her flimsy red panties. She 
kicked her pants off and did a turn so that they could see all of her body. 

"Hot damn," one wino said. "You sure got a nice ass; I ain't seen one like 
that in a long time." 

She kept dancing as she unbuttoned her red blouse and pulled it off. Her 
titties were bared to their eyes as she dropped the blouse to the floor. 

"The panties," one wino gasped. "Take off the panties. Goddamn, will you 
look at that!" 

She skimmed out of the panties and felt their hot eyes devouring her body. 
She turned and swayed to the music, making sure they got their eyes full of 
her luscious body. 

"Goddamn," a wino said. "I've got to feel. Can I have a feel, Bud?" 

With her eyes Janice begged Joe to stop things before they went any farther. 
Joe smiled and shrugged his broad shoulders. He took another sip of his 
drink. 

"Sure," Joe said. "Have fun, boys." 

"Come here, honey," the wino said. 

Janice felt as if her legs were going to give out any minute as she walked 
to the wino. His dirty hand touched her flesh. He ran his fingers from her 
shoulder down to her full titties and he grasped her there. 

"Hot damn," he said. "I ain't felt nothing like these in a long time." 

He pulled her closer and she almost gagged as his lips bent to kiss her 
nipple. She could feel no response in herself as his lips slobbered over her 
, nipple. 

She knew that her revulsion was what Joe wanted. He wanted her to hate it. 
He wanted her to be sickened by it so that he could really feel that she was 
being punished. And so that he could really feel that he owned her 
completely. 

"Oh shit," the wino said. "I'm hard, baby. I really am hard." 

"Suck him off," Joe demanded. "Get down on your knees and suck him off." 

Janice looked at her husband. She told herself that she couldn't do it. She 
couldn't. But she found herself dropping to her knees and fumbling with the 
drunk's zipper. His dirty red cock sprang out and again she was almost 
gagged by the rich smell. 

Her stomach turned over but she controlled it as she opened her mouth and 
took his cock into her wet, moist mouth. She sucked him deep and started 
moving her head rapidly up and down on his prick. She knew she couldn't 
stand sucking him for long. She would be forced to gag so she tried to get 
him finished off as quickly as possible. It was really fast because the 
drunk had not had a woman in a long time. 

Almost before she went down on him the third time he was coming in her 
mouth. 

"Oh FUCKING SHIT!" he yelled. "IT'S GOOOOOOOOOD." 

She swallowed quickly to keep from gagging. She kept her mouth there until 
he had finished trembling. Then she took her mouth away and looked to Joe 
for approval. 

"The rest of them," Joe said. 

She knew he meant what he said. She stood up and moved to the next drunk. 
She unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock into her mouth. This one 
smelled no better and he took longer to come. Her jaws were hurting by the 
time his prick erupted thickly into her mouth. 

She got up wearily and moved to the third drunk. She was lucky with him. He 
wanted pussy. She bent over the footstool and he slammed his cock into her 
pussy. With about three strokes he was finished and her thighs were sticky 
with his cum. 

Then there was only one to go. She had to suck this one and it was a 
tiresome experience. Her jaws felt as if they were going to falloff by the 
time he came. She was weary in every bone. She kept asking herself how Joe 
could do something like this to her. 

"SHIT," the wino cried. "OH SHIT!" 

His hot cum went into mouth and she swallowed it with a sigh of relief. She 
could hardly move and she stretched out on the floor. 

Then she faced the final humiliation, for her husband actually paid them 
money for using her. 

Joe showed them to the door and then he came back. He stood over and 
unbuckled his trousers. He had gotten hard from watching. 

She spread her legs and allowed him to use her. He was able to last longer 
than the drunks but not long enough to get any response out of her. She was 
just too exhausted. 

Finally she felt his hot cum pour into her. "That was good," he said, 
patting her on the head. "And I think you've learned your lesson." 

"Yes," Janice said. "I'm yours. Completely yours. For anything you want." 

And she always was after that. 


End
