An Eager Beaver
by Edmund Grant


INTRODUCTION 

An Eager Beaver is a clever portrayal of the double standard of American 
sexual morality, a morality which can be summarized as follows: the male is 
free to find sexual fulfillment outside the bonds of marriage, while the 
female must content herself solely inside those bonds as faithful wife and 
homemaker. 

Hank and Julie Peterson are, on the surface, a normal contemporary couple. 
Julie has sacrificed her higher education to support Hank's striving for a 
doctorate in biology. But the moment Hank receives a research grant to study 
aquatic life at the Benton Research Center in North Carolina, he insists 
that Julie stay at home, even though she has gone to work for years 
previously. Julie, a modern woman, rebels at being stuck in an isolated 
house in a thinly populated region of North Carolina, and insists on taking 
a job which has been offered her by the center's director, Dr. Ralph Tomley, 
whom the couple have met at a cocktail party. 

The conflict begins here and progresses to higher and higher levels of 
complication, for as it turns out, Tomley has his eyes on Julie Peterson not 
only as an administrative assistant but as a female playmate as well. At the 
same time Myra Wilson, one of the distaff researchers at the center, finds 
herself attracted to Hank Peterson, and as these dual attractions wend their 
way to fulfillment, a young marriage is strained to the breaking point and 
finally healed again. 

The main purpose of An Eager Beaver is to show the falseness of puritanical 
morality, from which stems the famous double standard, and how a new 
morality founded on mutual respect and a frank recognition of basic human 
needs can supplant the old and provide a basis for a solid, long-lasting 
relationship. 

The path to this enlightenment, however, is fraught with innumerable 
complications and problems, and this in fact is what makes the book 
interesting, for Edmund Grant has skillfully woven a plot that pits husband 
against wife, employee against employer, and ultimately the lessons of 
experience against the dictates of a morality inculcated into the mind as 
the result of generations of prudish avoidance of the recognition that man 
is basically an animal and must fulfill his animal needs in order to 
survive. 

Realistically, the basic conflicts portrayed are resolved when husband and 
wife forgive each other for their sexual transgressions and at the same time 
embark on a new and more fulfilling sex life than they have previously 
experienced. 

 The Publishers 

 Chapter One 

"Hank, I wish you wouldn't be so stubborn. You know we need money!" 

Striding across the living room, Julie Peterson tossed her mane of luxurious 
red hair over her shoulder and continued the argument with her husband. For 
three days now she hadn't gotten anywhere with him, but was determined not 
to give up.. 

"I'm tired of staying home all day and trying to balance the budget. What if 
something happens? What if I get pregnant? Your research grant isn't going 
to take care of that. We have hardly enough to live on as it is." 

Hank gave her a wry smile and leaned back in his.easy chair, shuffling the 
newspaper on his knees as he attempted to turn the page. In truth, he 
actually enjoyed it, when she got angry. Her fiery words seemed to match the 
color of her red hair, and she looked extremely sexy when her hackles were 
up. Her green eyes flashed like emeralds, her generous breasts heaved under 
the tight seater she was wearing and looked as though they would almost 
burst through the confines. She had a good mind, it was true, but with a 
voluptuous body like hers, she was hard to take seriously. It was all he 
could do to keep himself from jumping up and stripping her clothes off, much 
less pay any attention to her familiar tirade. 

He gazed appreciatively at her seductive form, his eyes taking in her lushly 
ripened breasts with their taut little nipples straining against the 
thin-knit sweater. She had taken to not wearing a brassiere in an effort to 
be with the current fashions, and her sensuality was more disconcerting than 
ever. The sweater clung like a tight-fitting glove to her flesh, displaying 
her flat abdomen, then tapering down to her slender waist. Her neatly 
flaring hips and smoothly rounded buttocks were equally well-encased in her 
tight, daringly short mini-skirt. My God, he thought, she doesn't even 
realize how sexy she is! She's driving me crazy. Her legs were long and 
slender, sun-tanned already, even though it was only early spring, and his 
gaze had drifted down to concentrate on them. 

"Hank, you're not even listening to me," she protested, throwing her hands 
up in despair. Her piercing tone got through to him finally, making him look 
up at her face. 

"Sweetheart, I've been listening to you for days, and you haven't changed 
the subject once. I don't want you to take that job at the research center, 
and that's that. Look, we both had. a long hard haul getting me through 
school, but now that I've got the research grant, I don't want you working 
any more. I would think you'd appreciate that. Now come on, why don't we go 
to the bedroom for a while and calm ourselves down?" 

Julie sighed in exasperation at her husband's treacly tone of voice, knowing 
exactly what it meant. It meant you 're fust a sweet cuddly thing with no 
brains in your body. Your place is in the home. Before their marriage she'd 
actually enjoyed it when he coddled her, but now it was getting on her 
nerves. After all, hadn't she gotten a job right after college to support 
his studies in graduate school? Hadn't she sacrificed her own promising 
career as a biologist so that he could continue his? It wasn't fair to be 
treated like an idiot after all she'd done for him. And the irony of it was, 
he hadn't complained once when she'd worked before; It was only when the 
research grant had come through that he suddenly showed his true colors as a 
male chauvinist who wanted to protect and coddle her. 

The sudden change in his attitude surprised and upset her. He didn't seem to 
understand what it was like being cooped up in this small house miles from 
town and miles from anyone they knew. This deserted stretch of North 
Carolina Tidewater was a completely alien culture to her; and even the town, 
Bay Bridge, had little to offer - one movie house, a bowling alley, and a 
lot of broken down pickup trucks lining the street. At least Hank had his 
work, and he was earning money, while at the same time collecting data for 
his PhD thesis. And what was she? Nothing' but a fixture like a beautiful 
piece of furniture. - What really bothered her was that the Center's 
director, Ralph Tomley, had offered her an administrative job several days 
ago, but she hadn't mentioned a word of it to Hank, knowing how he felt 
about the matter. True, it was a glorified secretarial position, but there 
just . might be a chance to move into the marine research field, and maybe 
she could even do something that would bring her credits towards a master's 
degree. She'd told him she would hold back her decision until she'd talked 
with Hank, but now she decided to take matters into her own hands no matter 
how much her husband objected. She was sick of the way he was treating her. 

"All right," she said finally. "I didn't tell you this before, but Dr. 
Tomley already offered me a job. And I've decided I'm going to accept 
whether you like it or not." 

Hank suddenly sat forward in his chair. 

"Hey, wait a minute, what is this?" 

"I'm sorry, that's the way it's going to be. My mind's made up." 

In a huff she walked out of the living room as if to end the conversation 
then and there, leaving Hank in a mild state of shock. 

But what could he do? he asked himself. Ralph Tomley must have cornered her 
at that welcoming cocktail party at his house and offered her the job on the 
spot. And there certainly was no refusing Tomley. He ruled the Benton 
Research Center with an iron hand and made no qualms about being blunt and 
unpleasant when things didn't go his way. Hank tried to think of some 
diplomatic way for his wife to turn down the offer, but that would only 
'make waves, since he knew that the director genuinely needed an 
administrative assistant to handle the paperwork. Nuts, he said to himself. 
For once he wanted to really be the boss in the family and not have people 
think his wife was supporting him, but it hadn't worked out, and there was 
nothing he could do about it. 

Nonetheless, he wished Julie would be content with staying home and playing 
the role of a wife, which is what he would demand of her once he got his PhD 
and moved into the realms of scientific research with official credentials. 
If she kept on trying to assert herself the way she was now, there was 
eventually going to be trouble in their marriage. 

In a moment though, she was back in the living room, approaching him with a 
meek look on her face. 

"Hank, are you angry?" she asked, sitting on the arm of his chair. "I meant 
what I said about taking the job, but I didn't want to hurt you." 

"Oh really? Well, actually, I wish you hadn't come on so strong. I don't 
particularly like Tomley, and I don't like the way he cornered you at that 
cocktail party. He's an old lecher, if you ask me." 

Julie smiled at his outburst, realizing that he was just blowing off steam. 
His male ego was at stake somehow, but he would get over it. After all, what 
was she supposed to do - stay at home and play house all day while he went 
to work? She hadn't really meant to cause a rift in their relationship - it 
was just that she needed fulfillment just as much as he did. And the thought 
of somehow working into a position at the Center that would give her credits 
toward her Master's inspired her confidence. 

"Come on, Hank," she whispered teasingly in his ear. "I thought we were both 
going to calm ourselves down." She began nibbling on his earlobe and 
stroking the back of his neck at the same time. "Let's go into the bedroom. 
We could both use some recreation." 

"Don't try to brown-nose me," he snorted. "You're going to do what you want 
no matter what I say, aren't you? For God's sake, Julie, I don't see why you 
want a job - especially working in Tomley's office. He's liable to chase you 
around the desk all day." 

Even with his anger at a pretty high pitch, Hank felt himself responding 
automatically as his wife snaked her tongue teasingly in his ear, sending 
ripples of excitement through his body. 

"Knock it off, damn it, you're trying to butter me up." 

Fully aware of how he was responding, Julie dropped her hand to his lap and 
let it rest on the hard bulge that was already swelling inside his trousers. 
In truth, she felt a little squeamish about taking the initiative and 
touching him there, but she felt she ought to do something a little extra to 
assuage his temper. 

Only once before had she gotten him really angry with her, but once was 
enough. The incident took place about three weeks after they'd been married. 
All along, she'd been thinking that she had adjusted very well to the idea 
of sex, despite the fact, that she'd been a virgin until their wedding 
night. During their honeymoon in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania he had 
gently penetrated her hymen and gradually showed her the pleasures of love 
without frightening her. For the most part she'd been willing to learn, 
enthusiastic about the new things which she'd only heard before and which 
now were actually happening to her. Despite her willingness, though, she'd 
been shocked several times at some of the perverted things he suggested. To 
his credit, he had never pressed her until that certain night three weeks 
after they'd been married and had moved into an apartment on the University 
campus. 

That evening he returned late carrying a gift-wrapped package which he 
presented to her with a smile on his face. 

"Hank, what is it?" she asked, completely taken by surprise. 

"Go ahead, open it. You'll see." The minute she opened the box, however, her 
face fell. It was a lacy black nightgown so sheer it was practically 
invisible. She laughed at first, thinking it was some sort of joke gift, but 
when he pressed her to wear it that night, she realized he wasn't kidding at 
all. She grew angry, then tearful. 

"How can you possibly want me to wear something like this? It looks like 
something a whore would wear." 

"Oh for Pete's sake, Julie, don't be such a puritan. Go ahead, try something 
different for a change." 

"I won't, I refuse!" the outraged redheaded wife protested, hurling the 
garment back in the box and stomping off to the bedroom. As for Hank, he had 
simply slammed the door of the apartment and clattered down the stairs, not 
to return until very early in the morning with liquor on his breath. 

All in all, it had been a disheartening experience for her, and she vowed 
not to anger him like that again. But still, what was she going to do - let 
him take over her life completely? She had to have some independence of her 
own. The very thought that he insisted on her wearing that nightgown still 
rankled her. It would have cheapened her for the rest of her life, she was 
sure of that. 

From that time on, there had been little cause for them to quarrel - except 
now. Having tasted his anger, though, she was determined to avoid a head-on 
confrontation and go about things more diplomatically. And so, setting aside 
her inhibition she continued to fondle his rapidly swelling penis beneath 
his pants as she perched on the arm of his chair. She could tell how much 
pleasure he was taking from her unexpected boldness just from the expression 
on his face. In response to her manipulations his organ was rising to fill 
her entire palm. 

Suddenly, unable to stand her tantalizing caresses any longer, Hank pulled 
her down on top of him and crushed her body against his. She could see from 
the gleam in his eyes that he had already forgotten about her 
rebelliousness, in fact, forgotten about everything except the enticing 
closeness of her body. 

"Come here, baby," he groaned playfully, his free hand reaching around in 
back of her legs and sliding slowly up the curve of her thigh. 

"Ummmmh," Julie moaned in his ear, jerking slightly from the intimate 
tickling sensation. She was extremely sensitive along the back of her ' 
upper thighs and Hank knew it. He was purposely teasing her, but still she 
could feel tiny goose bumps swelling under his fingers. 

Hank, for his part, grinned wickedly from his sitting position and continued 
to play his fingers over his wife's long naked legs, pushing his hand all 
the way up under her miniskirt to brush his fingers over her vaginal mound, 
so tightly sheathed in her silken panties. Above him, the excited young 
redheaded wife was squirming with pleasure, and her full, sensuous lips were 
laxly parted in anticipation. Screw the job, he said to himself. If she 
wanted a job so damn badly, she could have it. It was her delectable body 
that counted now. As his outstretched middle finger nudged under the elastic 
legband of her panties, she squirmed as if to protest, but didn't move away. 

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you really nice," he breathed, his finger 
beginning to rub teasingly around the hair-lined lips of her wildly 
throbbing vagina beneath her panties. 

"Yes, yes, Hank," she moaned excitedly. "I want you too." Her eyes were 
closed tightly shut, her hips grinding down hungrily against his, and even 
his foul language did not put her off this time, as it often did before. She 
wondered where he'd learned to use it, and she knew that he must have had 
sex with other women before they were married. How else would he know all 
the things he did? She just hoped that none of them were dirty, or diseased, 
but no ... he certainly wouldn't do anything like that. 

She was glad in a way that he was responding to her bold overtures, for ever 
since they'd come to Bay Bridge, he seemed to be devoting all his 
concentration to his research at the center and very little to her. She was 
afraid that even having been married a mere six months they were somehow 
drifting apart from each other in a subtle way, Hank being lured from her by 
his work toward the all-important PhD. Now in the evenings he was often too 
tired or busy with paper work to give her the attention she needed, and 
recently they'd been making love very little. This bothered her, not because 
she felt an overwhelming need to make love, but because Hank's ardor for her 
seemed to have diminished. 

Was familiarity breeding contempt, or at least boredom, she wondered? 

To calm the fears that were troubling her, Julie leaned forward and kissed 
her husband hard on the mouth. He responded by thrusting his tongue in 
between her lips and swirling it around the moist cavern of her mouth. 
Still, a nagging worry gripped her. For some reason his responses seemed 
almost automatic, as though she had just become a habit and could no longer 
truly excite him. Perhaps if she could act even bolder, try something new, 
she would awaken his affection for her. Julie darted her tongue deep between 
his lips, flicking the tip over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. 

A second later Hank turned his head away and smiled at his wife. "Why don't 
you take off some of those clothes? It's getting hot in here." She nodded 
silently, unable to reply as his hands glided around her thighs and cupped 
her panty-clad ass-cheeks. Slipping his fingers higher, he grasped the 
frilly elastic waistband and pulled down, gliding his fingers over her bare, 
smoothly curving belly. 

Squirming against him, Julie nibbled his ear, her hands gripping tightly at 
his shirt. Then with a teasing smile playing on her lips, she stepped back 
off the chair, crossed her arms and lifted her sweater off her shoulders, 
her rose-nippled breasts bursting forth into freedom. Quickly she unzipped 
her miniskirt and stepped out of it. The red-haired bride could feel his 
impatience as she coyly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her 
half-rolled down panties and completed the job, peeling them slowly down 
over her ripely rounded hips and thighs, letting them fall to her ankles and 
stepping out of them at last. Realizing the power of her nubile young body, 
'she slowly slid her palms down over the curves of her hips, smiling 
invitingly at her husband. Then, wordlessly, she lay down on the thickly 
carpeted floor, tacitly inviting him with her devilish eyes to join her. 

He wasted no time, hurriedly ripping off his pants and shirt, his zipper 
whooshing down, the elastic band of his shorts snapping in his eagerness to 
strip them off. 

Julie could feel her almost uncontrollable excitement growing and wiggled 
her naked buttocks down against the carpet, revelling in the powerful effect 
her licentious actions were having on her husband. 

Suddenly Hank was on top of her. his weight pushing her buttocks and thighs 
even deeper into the soft carpet. Julie felt the tuft of the rug scraping 
the sensitive undersides of her thighs and bringing ripple after ripple of 
lewd delight through her loins. 

"Ummmh, you certainly work fast, don't you?" she whispered heatedly in his 
ear. 

"Hell, I've been ready for this the last twenty minutes. You sure as hell 
know how to turn on a guy," he grinned down at her, his hands running 
feverishly over her ripely straining breasts, then down her sides and over 
her thighs. They moved up again until his fingers were pinching at her 
already-erect nipples, causing them to swell up into hard little darts of 
sensitivity until she almost wanted to groan from the exquisite pain. 
Lifting his head for a moment, Hank ran his eyes over her lushly curvaceous 
body, feasting on what he saw. By God, she still excited him like no other 
woman in the world. In truth, at the beginning he had suspected that he 
might actually be a little bored with the physical aspect of their 
relationship a few months after they were married, but somehow she'd managed 
to hold his interest. Everything about her was designed for sex, even that 
unconsciously sultry face of hers with its full, slightly pouting lips and 
those wide, deep green eyes. He could still recall their first meeting and 
the electrical charges running through his body when he laid eyes on her. 
Like now, the way her mouth was slightly open! God, there was nothing more 
he would have liked to do than put his rock hard cock between her wetly 
parted lips and have her suck him off, but she had been stubborn about some 
forms of sex from the beginning and was stubborn even now that they were man 
and wife. He'd gone so far as to suggest oral sex once or twice, but she had 
simply shuddered with revulsion and loathing. In spite of this 
disappointment, he had to admit she was coming along, learning more and more 
about love-making each day under his tutelage. His gaze drifted down to her 
softly curling pussy-hair, all coppery-colored and glinting in the light, 
that covered the smooth triangle of her loins. He could see the pink 
succulent flesh of her pussy moistly gleaming from the excited secretions of 
passion which had already formed on her cuntal lips. Maybe there would be a 
breakthrough today, he thought. Maybe he could convince her to try something 
new and different. After all, she seemed to be bolder than usual only a 
short time ago when she had grabbed his cock and begun massaging it. Who 
knows? Maybe he might turn her into a completely uninhibited mistress after 
all. 

Without warning, Hank slid down in between her open legs and suddenly, on an 
impulse, clamped his hungrily watering mouth over her squirming vaginal 
mound, his tongue licked forward in between the wet inviting crease of her 
hotly clasping pussy, his upper lip brushing against the erected column of 
her clitoris. She moaned and suddenly drew her legs together. 

"No, Hank, no! Please, don't do that." She squirmed and tried to push him 
away, her tone becoming desperate, as though she realized she had teased him 
too much. She hadn't meant for him to go this far . . . Oh God! It just 
wasn't right. "Hank, don't kiss me there, please." 

There was no use trying to resist her. He knew Julie would just panic and 
push him away, and that would ruin everything. He had to take things easy, 
he realized, and furthermore, even though the sensually enticing redhead had 
been giving him a strong come-on, this obviously wasn't the right time to 
push matters. Damn, how could she have such a ripely inviting body and be so 
afraid of sex at the same time? It was enough to drive him nuts. If only she 
could understand the wide wonderful variety of sexual pleasures that were 
available, things would be so much better. If only once she would let 
herself go and allow him to stick his tongue up inside the sweet moisture of 
her tight little cunt! He wanted to see her lose that haughty pride of hers 
and just cut loose, writhing and squealing in ecstasy as he tongue-fucked 
her with all his might. He wanted to see her parting those full pouting lips 
and sucking his cock deep into her throat, gurgling with pleasure as he 
began a slow rhythmic fucking motion in and out of her mouth. But no, it was 
all just a dream. She would never do any of it. 

As his imagination ran away into wild erotic fantasies, he could feel her 
naked belly grinding in impatience up against his pelvis, searching for his 
thickly bulging penis, which was rubbing against her navel. 

"Oh sweetheart, I want you ... I want you so much," she moaned passionately, 
her eyes clenched tightry shut. "Do it to me now!" 

"Yes, I want you too," he whispered, but it was almost mechanical. lie 
wished his daydreams could come true, that she would indulge m the wild, 
wanton things he wanted her to do, but he knew it would end up the same as 
it always had been . . . the same unoriginal, traditional sex. 

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" she asked softly, a touch of 
hurt in her eyes. 

"No, nothing," he said flatly. "Nothing's wrong." 

Julie began to respond more fervently now, her hips bobbing up against his 
throbbing maleness. "Please, do it, stick it inside me," she murmured 
throatily. "I need it.. . please." 

Maybe she did need it after all, he thought. Hell, she certainly sounded 
convincing, and he could feel a surge of renewed excitement speeding through 
his loins. Her tremulous plea sent his long hard cock throbbing, aching to 
penetrate the soft warm depths of her tightly clasping pussy. 

Julie writhed up against him as she grasped his rock-hard buttocks and 
pulled him tighter against her naked body. Blushing, she reached down 
between them and grasped his rigidly pulsating penis. Slowly, tantalizingly, 
she slid her fingers up and down on it, feeling the virile organ respond to 
her tender" ministrations, growing thicker and more bulbous with each 
rhythmic pull she made. Carefully she guided it to the gaping lips of her 
wetly quivering cunt. "Now, now!" she begged. In answer to her plea he 
lunged his hips, suddenly forward, thrusting the lust-swollen shaft into her 
wetly heated vagina. 

"Oooooh, oh, oh!" she gasped, her body jerking as she thrust her pelvis 
upward in unrestrained eagerness to meet his lust-thickening shaft of flesh. 
His pulsating cock slammed up into the very depths of her vagina, and when 
its mushroomed head scraped across her cervix, she trembled from head to toe 
as wildly ecstatic sensations surged all through her body. She could feel 
her hotly quivering pussy growing wetter each second as he rammed up into 
her and his sperm-bloated testicles slammed against her churning buttocks. 
Julie squealed in lewd delight as he withdrew and then with a twitch of his 
hips thrust in again, grinding against her in a savage rhythm as his teeth 
hipped at the flesh of her neck. She strained to meet each pounding thrust, 
mewling and groaning in rapturous desire as his buttocks flexed and hollowed 
to drive his thick rigid hardness up into her liquid heat. Her pussy lips 
clasped frantically around his penis and her deeper vaginal muscles rippled 
in an effort to pull it further up into her belly. 

"Ugggggh, ummmh," she cried. "Yes, yes, it's beautiful." Her head twisted on 
the carpet from side to side, her long red tresses sweeping against the 
thick, shaggy carpet in rhythm to the buffeting of her body. Her mind was 
lost in dizzying spirals of ecstasy, and her legs opened and closed around 
his hips as she bucked and churned beneath him, arching her body upward so 
that she could such his rigidly thrusting cock deeper inside her vagina. She 
let herself go in total abandon and for the moment had become a wild .animal 
desiring nothing but to be fucked by his long hard penis. God, how badly she 
wanted its pulsating thickness deeper and deeper inside her. 

Hank looked down at his wife as she writhed and churned on the floor, 
moaning and wailing, her head flailing from side to side in wanton abandon. 
Her lips were moistly parted and she was chanting savage grunts as he 
"fucked in and out of her clasping young pussy. His tempo increased as she 
dug her heels into the small of his back to spur him on. Sensing that she 
was rapidly approaching climax, he dug his fingernails into the soft flesh 
of her buttocks and squeezed with all his might, bringing savage wails of 
pleasure-pain -from her lips. He thrust deeper and harder, his muscles 
tensing, his huge organ bulging and flexing inside her tight little cunt. 

"Harder, harder, baby!" he urged, slamming into her. "Shake it, move your 
ass, you bitch!" 

The cruel shock of his vulgar words nearly halted her orgasm, but she had 
gone too far already . . . the only thing that mattered was her husband's 
deliriously throbbing penis planted deep in between her legs. She felt like 
an animal now, a savage animal who cared about nothing except being fucked. 

"OOOOOOOOH, unnnnRnghhh!" she wailed as loud sucking noises emanated from 
her hotly skewered pussy with each powerful thrust of his thick rigid cock 
up into her vaginal passage. She could hear his sperm-laden balls smacking 
against her nakedly quivering buttocks, and they felt as though they were 
weighted with lead. Finally, it was too much to bear and she could feel 
herself collapsing before his masculine onslaught, her mind reeling and 
spinning from the overpowering sensations that were invading her body. 

Her body began to shudder and shake, she groaned and trembled, her legs 
jackknifmg up and out, her feet pointed up toward the ceiling. 

"Y-yesss, Oh God, yesss, fuck me!" she spattered, the vulgar word escaping 
involuntarily from her lips. "Oh ... Oh God! I'm cumming!" 

Feeling his wife straining with all her might toward orgasm? Hank jerked and 
thrust his body against hers, his burgeoning cock burrowing deeper and 
deeper into the tightly clasping warmth of her vagina, flexing and pulsing 
in mad spasms of uncontrollable lust. He couldn't hold it any longer. His 
body shuddered, and suddenly the hot boiling sperm stored in his cum-filled 
testicles rocketed out from the swollen tip of his penis deep into the wet 
heat of her tight young cunt. His fingernails raked her nakedly twisting 
ass-cheeks, his belly slapped with a leathery thud against hers, and his 
face contorted into a mask of savage desire. Wtih a groan his cum rocketed 
into her belly like sharp bursts of machine gun bullets," making her writhe 
and twitch beneath him. 

And almost as suddenly as it had begun it was over. The two of them lay 
quietly, silently, on the carpet, their sweat-streaked bodies trembling, 
their chests heaving as they gasped for breath. Finally Julie opened her 
eyes and looked up at him with a broad contented smile on her face. 

"That was nice, wasn't it?" she purred. "Oh, Hank, I love you so much." 

Yeah, it was nice all right, he thought. But it would have been so much 
better if she had just let me try something new, if she would just let 
herself relax and accept what I was willing to do for her. His returning 
annoyance grew quickly to anger as he thought about his wife's selfishness 
and narrow-minded prudery. 

"I .. . I'd better get up now," he heard her say. "I should start making 
dinner." 

"Screw dinner," he growled with a savagery that surprised even himself. "We 
just started our fucking contest!" 

For once he just wished she would think about him instead of dinner, a job, 
or whatever else was bugging her. He wished she would just relax and enjoy 
sex to the fullest. All right, he admitted to himself, he wanted a good 
wife, but at the same time, he wanted a wife who could really get into the 
pleasures of sex and not just pretend that she was interested. It's just my 
luck, he thought, to end up with an incredibly sexy woman who didn't seem to 
give a damn about sex, who could take it or leave it as she pleased. 

His limp cock was still lodged in her moist warm vagina and he could feel 
the tender little lips of her pussy rubbing against its base as he 
rearranged himself on top of her. Hell, with a little bit of excitement, he 
could give it to her again, and even now he could feel it beginning to 
twitch as it began to rejuvenate itself. His frustration at her seeming lack 
of interest even seemed to help it along. Hell, he was going to give it to 
her once again just to prove who was boss, and it didn't matter whether she 
liked it or not. Suddenly he raised up his hips and slammed into her, 
feeling his cock responding almost immediately. It grew slightly harder, 
awakening to the spasmic twitching of her cuntal lips. 

Julie gasped as her breath escaped from her chest with the unexpected 
thrust. She could feel the heated moisture of their orgasms already leaking 
out of her vagina, around her husband's cock and down the sides of her 
thighs. How could he want to make love to her again, she wondered? She must 
have worked him up to a fever pitch. 

Her thoughts were disrupted, however, as his penis began to swell up to its 
former size and slip easily in and out of the rubbery wetness of her vagina. 
She knew he was using her like a cheap slut, but in truth she was consumed 
with a burning hunger for his penis. God, how she wanted him! 

Hank, for his part, felt himself growing more annoyed by the second as he 
saw his wife responding to the thrusts of his resurrected organ. He had 
meant to punish her, but it wasn't working the way he'd expected. She was 
actually enjoying it. She actually wanted him to fuck her again! Christ, he 
wished he could stick his cock in her mouth, forcing it down her throat. 
That would really show her something, but he knew it would be futile even 
now when she was aroused to an abnormal degree. He had to make do with what 
she was offering him, and so, jerking his hips, he thrust into her again, 
venting his anger as he used her body as a mere receptacle for his loins. 

A cruel little smile played over his lips as he felt his wife straining 
toward orgasm a second time. Pushing harder, he fucked into her in complete 
abandon beneath him . . . Suddenly he stopped. This was no different than it 
had ever been before. 

"W-what's the matter?" she stammered, a confused look in her eyes. 

"I'm getting tired of the same old thing," he breathed angrily. "I want 
something new. Turn over." 

"W-what do you mean? What do you want?" "Just turn over," he commanded her. 
"Do what I say." 

She could see he was angry now, and without protest obeyed his order, 
rolling nakedly over on her belly as his hands clamped around and raised her 
buttocks high in the air. She was on her knees helplessly held in place, 
afraid of what was going to happen next. 

"Hank, what are you going to do?" 

"Just be quiet and stay where you are," he said firmly. "We're going to do 
things my way now." 

Staring down at her sensually rounded buttocks, he felt a wave of lust sweep 
over him, revelling in the idea of his young bride kneeling in helpless 
submission before him. He knew she was going to think it would be dirty, but 
so much the better. He was getting tired of her prudish outlook on sex. 

Julie cringed as her husband stretched wide the twin mounds of her buttocks 
untfl she could feel a cool rush of air flowing into the crevice. What was 
he doing? Was he actually going to take her from the rear, like an animal? A 
bitch in heat? 

"Hank, no!" she pleaded, trying to squirm away, but his hands on her hips 
held her tightly in glace. She tried to bring her legs together, but his 
knees were in between them, forcing his will upon her. 

"Relax, goddamnit," he hissed at her. "I'm going to slide it in nice and 
easy." 

He moved forward, guiding his cock into the moistened entrance of her 
hair-lined cunt with thumb and forefinger, until his.belly was up against 
her buttocks. 

"N ... no. No, Hank!" she cried as she felt the blunt-tipped staff of flesh 
suddenly ram up inside her, sliding powerfully forward until it scraped 
against her cervix. He'd never gone this far inside her before ... it was 
too much! She couldn't stand it. 

But' the outraged young husband's strength was overpowering and his thumbs 
pried her naked ass-cheeks wider and wider apart as he jerked his cock 
inside her hotly throbbing cunt. Her struggles only seemed to excite him 
more as her vaginal muscles involuntarily clasped and unclasped around the 
throbbing organ which bulged and grew inside her like an organism with a 
life of its own. 

Her humiliation was beyond belief. She was kneeling before him like a 
servile slave, cringing and submitting to his depraved desires. Her face was 
flushed, her lush red hair swept over her back and shoulders as her head 
bobbed from side to side. Her arms strained against the carpet as she tried 
to support herself from the hard cruel thrusts he was making into her belly. 
It was vile, obscene, but there was no way to escape. Oh God! What had come 
over him? Why was her own husband doing this to her? 

Behind her, Hank's eyes gleamed with wanton desire as he watched his wetly 
glistening penis disappear into the heated depths of her cringing little 
cunt. His excitement mounted, his body was alive and tense with savage 
feeling, his muscles quivering as he strained to give her the fucking of her 
life. The ragged pink edges of her vaginal lips clung to his thick shaft on 
the outstroke and then it disappeared back inside the hair-lined little 
opening as he rammed hard into her, bringing cries of impassioned ecstasy 
from her throat. His balls were aching and crying out for relief, and his 
hips slammed tight against her wildly churning outtocks, jerking her forward 
as his hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips, holding her fast to his 
loins. 

Bending forward over her, he reached down and seized her heavily swaying 
breasts, cupping and squeezing their soft warm resiliency in his hands until 
he brought cries of protest from her throat. Goddamn, she was a sexy little 
bitch and he wanted to pump his sperm as far up into her belly as it could 
go. He pulled her back tight against him as he pistoned his pulsating 
hardness inside her tight cuntal passage. He was almost there as he began 
bucking and thrusting like a stallion now, gritting his teeth together, his 
face grimacing as low moans of anguished pleasure burst from his throat. 

Julie was whining and mewling before him, but he couldn't think about 
whether he was hurting her now or not. His mind had been taken over 
completely by his body, and he was a naked animal jerking and humping with 
an instinctive passion below the ripe white buttocks before him. 

In spite of her shame and humiliation, Julie could feel him penetrating 
deeper and deeper into the innermost regions of her cunt, making her whole 
body twitch and throb with an uncontrollable passion. She moaned and 
babbled, shaking her head from side to side, grinding her hands into, the 
carpet. Her buttocks bucked back against his groin, her stomach trembled, 
and she let her legs slide wider and wider apart. It will be over soon, she 
kept telling herself. . .all the pain and humiliation will be gone. But 
still she could feel tremulous jolts of pleasure coursing all through every 
nerve ending, and the horrible thought came to her that she was actually 
enjoying being used as a slut. 

He was fucking faster and faster, his huge male organ throbbing and jerking, 
and suddenly he threw his head back, uttering a deep, desperate groan as his 
penis flexed and began spitting long hot jets of cum into the kneeling young 
wife's hotly clasping pussy. She jerked and twisted her ass-cheeks in 
teasingly rotating circles, trying to capture every last ounce of sperm that 
he was pumping into her. Her buttocks slammed, against his stomach as he. 
rocketed hot quick shots of cum far up inside her. 

"Whew!" he breathed finally. "That was wild. Jesus, that was wild." 

Julie collapsed on the carpet flat on her stomach, trying to gather her 
scattered thoughts. 

Her breasts and nipples ached from the intensity of her husband's 
manipulations, and her vagina throbbed from his battering-ram thrusts. 
Though not really angry, she was puzzled by her husband's insensitive 
animalistic treatment of her, and especially by the fact that he seemed to 
have enjoyed what he had done. But how could she protest? She was his wife, 
and it was her duty to please him. Still, it was unfair of him to force her 
to do something that she felt was dirty, even immoral. Had he really been so 
bored with her that he had to insist on perverted things like what he had 
just done? 

She turned over on her back lying alongside him. 

"Hank . . . why did you want me to do it that way?" 

Her husband grinned contentedly. "We just needed something different, that's 
all. Variety's the spice of life, isn't it?" 

He glided his hand along the curve of her hips one last time, letting it 
linger for a moment, and then he got up and headed into the bathroom. So, he 
really was bored with her, she said to herself. She felt miserable now, 
being blatantly used as a sex object and then being told that all along 
she'd been inadequate for his needs. God, what would he make her do next, 
she thought indignantly? 

Wearily she pondered her disillusionment with her husband and then let 
herself drift off to leep on the soft comfortable rug. 

 Chapter Two 

Julie could barely conceal her nervousness as she stood in the hallway of 
the Benton Research Center and knocked timidly on the door marked 
"Director". Around her, trim looking research workers in white coats and 
carrying clipboards were busily scurrying to and fro with purposeful 
expressions on their faces. It was nearly nine, time for her rendez-vous 
with Dr. Ralph Tomley, and she certainly hoped he wouldn't have forgotten 
about it. Why should he, though, Julie wondered? After all, she had called 
him the previous day and he seemed quite enthused about her coming to work 
for him. 

As she looked at the efficient, crisp looking people passing by, she felt 
somewhat out of place and yet envious to be a part of their world. After 
all, she had been an honors student in biology and was perfectly capable of 
getting a Master's de gree herself. Who knows, she thought, maybe this job 
might lead somewhere, even if it was just an administrative position? 

"Well, hello there, Mrs. Peterson," a deep voice boomed from behind her. "I 
see you're right on schedule." 

Spinning around, she nearly crashed into the broad, imposing figure of Dr. 
Ralph Tomley, who greeted her with a rugged smile. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. You startled me. I thought you would be inside your office." 

"I was just heading there," he said jovially, swinging the door open and 
letting her enter. She went in halfway, waiting for him to follow, but for 
some reason he lingered right where he was, and in a second, Julie could 
see. why. He was gazing at a tall shapely female researcher heading down the 
corridor in his direction. 

The girl was wearing dark-frame glasses and her dark hair tied back in a 
bun, and as she passed i'n front of the director, Ralph Tomley reached out 
and grasped one of her buttocks, a playful grin on his face. Julie was 
startled that the director of the Benton Institute would do something like 
that, but she was even more startled, when the girl turned around and 
chuckled playfully. 

"Doctor, not this early in the morning." 

"I always like a little desert before I eat breakfast," he grinned, and then 
turned to usher Julie inside. 

"Wonderful girl," Tomley said appreciatively as he strode over to his desk 
oblivious to the shocked look on Julie's face. "She's got a body like a call 
girl and a brain like Einstein." 

My God, Julie thought, maybe I have made a mistake. Maybe Hank was right 
about Tomley being an old lecher who would chase her around the desk all 
day. How could a responsible scientist be so intimate with one of his 
researchers? It just wasn't right. 

"For goodness sake, dear lady. Sit down," Tomley chided her as she stood 
nervously in front of his desk. 

"Y-yes sir," she stammered, still confused, but immediately obeying his 
order. 

"Don't call me sir and don't call me doctor," he insisted. "Call me Ralph 
and I'll call you Julie. We're all on a first name basis here." 

"Yes, Doctor ... I mean, Ralph." 

"Good, that's much better. Now tell me something. How long have you been 
married to that husband of yours?" 

"Six months," she replied to the unexpected question. 

"Humph. Does he service you well?" Service me well? . .. what in the world 
did he mean by that, Julie asked herself in shocked surprise. Was he asking 
her to tell him about the intimacies of her sex life. And yet she could see 
he wasn't just making some sort of crude joke.-He fully expected an answer. 

"I... I don't know what you mean." 

"Come, come, you know exactly what I mean. It's just a clinical question. Do 
you know what .we do at the Benton Research Institute all day? We watch fish 
and crabs having intercourse with each other. It's a nice change to talk 
about people doing it once in a while." 

Julie's mouth gaped open as she tried to convince herself she was not living 
in a dream. It was too incredible to be true that a respected scientist whom 
she'd only met once would be asking her ques'tions about her sex life. She 
could feel a hot blush rising to her cheeks as he stared at her without the 
slightest trace of embarrassment. 

"Never mind," he said finally. "I can see you're the prudish type." 

The young redhead stammered without saying anything and squirmed 
uncomfortably in her chair. Ralph Tomley's eyes were burning into her like 
hot coals, raking lewdly over her body as though trying to penetrate her 
clothing. For a moment she felt like rising from her chair and suddenly 
running from the room, but a kind of weird fascination took hold of her. She 
felt herself falling into the grip of the director's presence, tiny pleasant 
sensations welling in her body just from the prurient way he was staring at 
her. 

"Relax," Tomley said at last. "I always make jokes. I just wanted to break 
the ice. Can't stand formality, damn it." What kind of game was he playing, 
she wondered. His lecherous gaze of a moment ago had simply disappeared and 
now he was sporting a kind, fatherly look on his face. He seemed so calm and 
self-possessed it was difficult to believe he had asked her such a shocking 
question just a moment ago. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "You just caught me off guard, that's all." 

"Oh now, don't worry about it. We'll start you working right away, and then 
you'll get into the swing of things. Your desk is right over there." 

Julie twisted around and peered over her shoulder at a small typing desk in 
one corner of the room. An electric IBM typewriter stood on it, but 
otherwise it was clear. 

"To begin with, you'll be doing mostly my correspondence and filing, and 
then as you familiarize yourself with how things run I'll give you more 
responsibilities. My last secretary left rather abruptly, so I suggest you 
clean out the desk first thing. After that, there are some letters to be 
typed . .. they're in my out basket. Okay, you have enough to do for a 
while. I should be back shortly." 

Briskly, Tomley rose from his desk, waved goodbye and headed out the door, 
leaving Julie to breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God, he had a normal side 
to him after all. But still, he was certainly an eccentric. Undoubtedly he 
was just a harmless middle-aged man who enjoyed engaging in flirtation with 
his female staff, something that could prove annoying, though it certainly 
wasn't dangerous, she reassured herself. 

Still recovering from her shock, Julie lingered for a moment in the chair by 
the desk. She tried to think of something pleasant to calm her nerves, but 
the only thing that came to her mind was the memory of the previous weekend, 
when she and Hank had made love so beautifully at first and then he had 
taken her from the rear with blind disregard for her feelings. After he'd 
done it, she began to think that perhaps it wasn't really wrong after all 
and the next time she would force herself to actually enjoy it. 

That very same night, though, he'd done something that completely put her 
off. Shortly after dinner, when she was still bruised and aching from his 
manhandling, he had tried to make her suck and kiss his penis in spite of 
her protests. Even now the very thought of something that disgusting and 
degrading made her feel sick in the "stomach. She hadn't done it, of course. 
She had fought and protested every inch of the way and finally blown up at 
him, which didn't do any good either, because he grew angry in turn and 
began calling her a frigid bitch. Now he was sulking, giving her the cold 
shoulder, but what did it matter? She wasn't going to act like a common slut 
for him or anyone else. There were certain principles she just wasn't going 
to sacrifice to satisfy her husband's male animal needs. He would just have 
to learn how to control himself, and that was that. 

It was time to stop brooding, she told herself, and get to work, and so she 
headed over to the typing desk, sliding into the swivel chair and pulling 
open the top drawer. Sorting through the contents, she found pads, pencils, 
paper clips and other sundry equipment which made the previous secretary's 
presence still very much in evidence. She must have really left in a hurry, 
Julie thought, as she found a makeup compact and a half-full pact of 
cigarettes. 

After cleaning and rearranging the drawer, she went on to the next one, 
finding it completely empty except for an unsealed manila envelope. There 
was no name on it, and it didn't appear to be anyone's private property, so 
out of curiosity she bent back the metal clasp and opened it. 

A packet of full color photographic prints slid out and spilled over the 
desk, much to her surprise. She knew now they were none of her business, but 
she couldn't help looking at them, and when she did the sight nearly blew 
her mind. She gasped in horror as she stared at the top print, feeling her 
heart pounding in her throat. There in perfect focus and brilliant color was 
a photograph of a man and a woman locked in a lewd vile embrace. They were 
sprawled out on a bed with the woman's head in between the man's legs and 
her lips locked around his big swollen penis. The man for his part, had 
likewise buried his head between her thighs arid obviously had his mouth on 
her vagina. 

"Oh God," she gasped as her eyes dwelled on the expression on the woman's 
face. She was actually enjoying what she was doing. Her eyes glowed with 
rapture, her face was twisted in a lewd grimace of abandoned frenzy. It was 
sick, disgusting! It almost made her want to throw up, and quickly she 
gathered up the photos and slipped them back into the envelope. But what 
would she do with it? She couldn't throw it away, because after all it was 
someone else's private property, and she certainly wasn't going to mention 
the matter to Ralph Tomley. No, the only thing to do was to leave the 
envelope with its filthy contents right where it was. She certainly hadn't 
put it there to begin with, and there was no way she could be held 
responsible. 

She was just about to place the envelope back in the drawer when a kind of 
perverse curiosity overcame her. She had no idea what was behind it, but she 
found herself re-opening the clasp once again, as though her hands were 
being maneuvered by some sinister, invisible force. 

Her fingers trembling, she set the first photo aside and fixed her eyes on 
the second one in the series. The same girl was now crouching on the floor 
between the wide-spayed legs of the man, who was sitting on the edge of the 
bed. Her ripely ovalled mouth was tightly wrapped around his thickly 
protruding cock, and her fingers were cupping his testicles. The expression 
on her face was taut and intense, and it looked as though she was in the 
process of actually swallowing the sperm-inflated organ. 

Julie closed her eyes tightly shut as her body trembled with strange 
sensations. She knew the photos were lewd and disgusting, but somehow they 
were making her loins and belly churn, sending charges of excitement to the 
farthest reaches of her fingertips. It was almost as though Hank and she 
were in bed together making love. I can't look at these, she told herself, 
trying to avert her eyes. Her conscience screamed at her, telling her to 
throw the photos away, but her hands merely trembled, as though locked in 
some sort of weird paralysis. She glanced up at the door to see if anyone 
might be coming, but it was safe, and though she knew it was wrong, 
continued to hurriedly flip through the rest. The lewd vile positions that 
she saw filled her with loathing and quivering excitement at the same, time. 
The woman was contorted in strange positions, sometimes being violated by 
two and three men. God, it was sick. Who in the world would keep photos like 
this in his desk? Had the former secretary been some sort of pervert or had 
Ralph Tomley planted these photos there, as a strange practical joke. If so, 
he certainly had an offbeat sense of humor, and he was a man she would 
always have to be on her guard against. 

The last photo was the most shocking, and she dwelled on it longer than the 
others. It showed the woman with her legs spread wide on the bed, her head 
tilted back, and a rapturous expression on her face. Her fingers were lodged 
tightly inside her vagina as she attempted to satisfy herself without a man, 
and for some reason Julie found this spectacle more perverted than the 
others. 

It was a good thing there was no one in the office at the moment, because 
she could feel her excitement mounting by the second. Mesmerized be the lewd 
photographs, she found her hand involuntarily moving up toward her left 
breast. She began squeezing it in a gentle sensual rhythm until her nipple 
swelled in response, and then, though she hardly knew what she was doing, 
her free hand slipped under her skirt and up in between her thighs so that 
her fingertips were brushing tantalizingly against her silken panty 
crotchband. Trembling with anticipation, she slipped the legband aside and 
made contact with her finger against her slightly moistened cuntal lips. My 
God, what am I doing, she suddenly said to herself as she realized what was 
happening. She had been so carried away that she was unconsciously mimicking 
the action of the woman in the last snapshot. 

Abruptly she sat straight in her chair and came to again, having heard 
noises in the outside hallway. Fortunately, no one seemed headed toward the 
office, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God she'd caught herself. 
There was no telling what she might have done. Shuddering at the depraved 
horror of what had almost happened, she gathered up the photographs once 
again, slipped them back in the envelope, and once the envelope was in the 
drawer, slammed it tightly shut. Perhaps Hank had been right after all. 
Perhaps she should have just contented herself with staying at home and 
being a good wife. 

An hour or so later the director returned with a man who identified himself 
as an executive with a large philanthropic foundation, a foundation which 
had supplied a good deal of money to the Benton Research Center to finance 
its scientific projects. By now she'd finished the letters Tomley had 
requested her to do and had managed to still the unaccustomed sexual 
sensations that had welled inside her as she viewed the lewd photographs. 

During the wait for his return she'd asked herself over and over again 
whether she should bring up anything concerning the photos, but after a long 
battle with her conscience had come to the conclusion that it was better not 
to. Tomley might just laugh at her, and even worse, word might somehow 
spread through the office grapevine to her husband. 

In fact, she'd even resolved not to tell Hank about what she'd discovered. 
The was he was acting lately, he might even probe her on the. subject and 
then suggest they try to duplicate some of the poses she'd seen. No, she 
wouldn't put it past him at all. This was one incident she was going to keep 
entirely to herself... 

The man from the foundation and Tomley had seated themselves around his 
.desk and begun their conversation in low tones, which led Julie to think 
that maybe they wanted to speak privately. 

"Excuse me, Dr. Tomley," she said politely, spinning around in her swivel 
chair. "Would you like me to come back in a couple of minutes?" 

The director looked up at her, a wide grin crossing his face. "Why don't you 
go down to the canteen and bring a couple cups of coffee back?" he said 
jovially, winking at her. 

"Yes, sir," Julie replied, embarrased at being reduced to the status of a 
servant. Why did she have to get coffee just because she was a woman? Well, 
she couldn't protest about it now in the presence of a visitor on her first 
day on the job, but she was determined to mention it sometime to the 
arrogant scientist. 

The canteen, which was down the corridor was actually a cluster of vending 
machines, and five minutes later, Julie returned with two plastic containers 
of coffee. Just as she was about to tap on the door with her foot, she could 
hear loud guffaws booming inside the office. The laughter was raucous, 
almost as if the two men had been exchanging dirty jokes, and motivated by 
curiosity, she lingered outside the door trying to overhear what they were 
saying. The more she knew about Ralph Tomley, the better it would be, she 
told herself. He was certainly a strange individual who seemed to have 
multiple sides to his personality. 

"So what happened then?" she heard Tomley bellowing with delight. The voice 
broke into loud chuckles, then continued. "No, I can't believe it." 

"Ralph, you know I wouldn't tell you a lie," the other man cackled. "Hell, I 
walked right in on them. He had that hot little bitch spread right out on 
the floor of his office, and by God was he giving it to her. He was fucking 
her like a stallion. Right during office hours with me standing there 
looking at the both of them." 

"Well, it looks like you people have some fun up there in New York, but I 
still say it can't compare to down here. Hell, I had two new researchers in 
here sucking me off just last week - right here in my office." 

"Chrissake, Ralph, you don't slow down at all," the other man laughed 
loudly. 

Julie's eyes were wide with disgust and horror. So Tomley really was a 
lecher after all, the proof being in what she'd just heard. And the other 
man - a representative of a philanthropic foundation was no better. They 
were both vile, lewd people laughing and guffawing at incredibly sick 
things. What was the world coming to anyway? Her mind was made up now, for 
no matter how important the idea of having a job was to her, she just 
couldn't stay here any longer. 

In fact, she didn't even want to face those two men at all now, or even 
later. She just couldn't walk in and pretend that she hadn't heard anything, 
pretend that she was just a dumb secretary who should be content with 
serving coffee and not keeping her ears open at all. 

Just as she was about to turn away from the - door, however, she could hear 
the director's voice again. 

"Hell," he snorted. "People think scientific research institutes are dull 
sterile places. If they could ever see what goes on here at Benton, they'd 
sure as hell change their minds quick. Those young broads with their 
Master's degrees are the horniest females I've ever seen." 

"Ralph, you make me envious," the other man said, and once again the voices 
in the room broke out into a chorus of laughter. 

"Come to think of it, Bill. It's not only our budding, young female 
scientists who turn me on. Hell, I just hired a young secretary today, and 
damn, you should see her body. She's built like a brick shithouse, but she's 
as uptight as they come. She'll come around, though. Believe me. It'll take 
a little bit of work but she'll come around just like they all do." 

Julie recoiled from the door as she heard these last words and nearly 
spilled the coffee on the corridor floor. Could she really believe what she 
was hearing? Was Ralph Tomley actually talking about her? What did he mean 
she would come around. So Hank was right after all. Tomley was a notorious 
lecher, not just some kind of flirtatious middle-aged jokester. Hank had 
been right about trying to keep her from taking a job at the Center, and now 
she owed him an apology. Hurrying down the hall, she jettisoned the coffee 
cups in a wastebasket and made straight for the laboratory where he was 
working. 

 Chapter Three 

An hour or so earlier that day Hank had gone to his customary lab, which was 
located adjacent to the staff lounge downstairs and to his surprise found 
that he had company. 

"I'm Myra Wilson," the shapely dark-haired girl said, removing her glasses 
and giving him a warm smile. 

"Well, what a surprise. I've been getting used to working by myself. I'm 
glad to have some company. What are you working on?" 

"The sea bass," she said, pointing at one of the aquariums that was built 
into a wall of the room. Would you like some coffee?" 

"Please, thanks." 

As the white-coated researcher ambled over to one of the lab tables to boil 
some water over a bunsen burner, Hank's eyes riveted on her ripe sensual 
body. Jesus, she really swung those hips when she walked. And to look at her 
from a distance you would think she was just some sort of cold-hearted 
intellectual bitch, the way she wore her hair tied back and those dark frame 
glasses perched on her nose. She certainly seemed friendly enough, Hank 
thought, but how friendly she was he didn't find out until she came back 
with the coffee and sat down facing him on the long table that spanned the 
side of the room where the aquariums were located. 

"It must be like solitary confinement,, working in here alone all the time," 
she said sympathetically, handing over his cup. 

He noticed that she had taken her glasses off and crossed her legs with a 
swishing of nylon, the skirts of her lab coat falling away so that he got a 
good glimpse of smoothly attractive thighs. Was he crazy or did he sense a 
kind of impish glint in her eye? 

"Don't you ever get ideas from watching those fish mate all the time?" she 
said unexpectedly,. 

"You mean ideas for my thesis?" 

Myra tilted back her head and laughed. 

"That wasn't exactly what I meant, but I suppose watching fish in an 
aquarium all day isn't the most stimulating thing in the world." 

What did she mean, he wondered? Was it possible that she was flirting with 
him, had come in here on purpose to flirt with him? He watched as she 
casually unbuttoned the top buttons of her coat, revealing a magnificent 
torso in a thin-knit halter top whose neckline drooped low enough to reveal 
a hint of her tantalizing cleavage. Her breasts were full, high-set and 
braless, tiny sharp pointed nipples nearly bursting through the material. 

"These lab coats make me feel silly," she said. "We don't really need them 
here, and they make you look so sterile." 

Having made this. announcement she slipped out of the white garment, 
stretching one leg out to support herself on the floor as she twisted her 
body. Hank's mouth fell agape as her short little skirt rode up above the 
level of her stocking garters, revealing a triangular expanse of silken 
panty material nestled between her thighs. 

God almighty, she had to know he was sitting there looking up in between her 
legs, and yet she didn't seem the least self-conscious about it. She even 
seemed to be taking an extra long time to get out of her lab coat. Whether 
this was part of the mating ritual of the scientific researcher, he wasn't 
sure, but he knew that his biological systems were operating smoothly, 
because he could feel his cock burgeoning in his pants. Jesus, she was a 
tempting piece, and she certainly knew how to put on the tease. What a 
pleasant surprise to see her here! 

"I haven't seen you down here before, although I've certainly seen you 
around," he said, trying to find out what her real motivations were. 

She sipped her coffee, coyly swinging her legs over the edge of the table as 
though she were sitting on a riverbank. 

"That's because I've never been here before. I decided to pay you a visit." 

She said it with perfect frankness and no trace of embarrassment, which 
completely blew Hank's mind. He could feel a blush rising to his face and 
searched vainly for the right words to say. He had never expected to be 
seduced in the wo rid-renowned Benton Research Center, expecially by a 
fellow scientist who just happened to be one of the most attractive females 
he'd ever seen. She was looking straight at him with soft eyes, her lips 
slightly parted as though eager to be kissed, and it was driving him 
absolutely crazy. 

Unfortunately at that moment, his thoughts went back to his wife and the 
difficult time they'd had over the weekend, when he had vainly tried forcing 
her to perform oral sex with him. There was nothing dirty about sucking your 
husband's cock, he'd insisted, but of course she'd put on her virgin act and 
fought him all the way. Damn, he was getting sick of her childish 
puritanical views on sex, and what was worse he was despairing of ever 
bringing her around no matter how hard he tried. Well, screw her, he 
thought. This time he was just going to wait it out, give her one last 
chance. No more sweet talk, no more cajoling... he was just going to wait 
till she came to him. It was going to be one hell of a temptation, though, 
trying to keep his hands off this dark-haired beauty who had appeared from 
nowhere and just as much said that she wanted to go to bed with him. 

He loved Julie, of course, in spite of her prudishness, but he was human 
after all, and the temptation in front of him now was a powerful one. 
Control yourself, Hank, he said inwardly. It'll just be trouble if you get 
involved with this chick. The Research Center is a small place in a small 
town, and somebody's going to find out about it sooner or later. 

Just as he had tried to strengthen his resolve with these thoughts, he saw 
Myra Wilson rising from the table and stretching her arms around in back of 
her head to undo the bun in her hair. There was a sultry, seductive look on 
her face, but she did it in complete silence, all the while her twinkling 
dark eyes flashing at him. In a moment her tresses spilled free and cascaded 
over her shoulder as she ran her hands lightly through them. 

"I look much better this way, don't I?" she said slowly approaching the 
chair where he was sitting. 

"You look good anyway," he smiled, loosening up for the first time. 

"Do you really mean that? I hope so, because we can have a wonderful time 
together." 

Before he knew what was happening the voluptous researcher had grasped his 
hand and was leading him over to one of the lab tables. She seated herself 
on the edge, spreading her legs slightly apart and drawing him in between 
them. 

"Well, if the fish can do it, why can't we?" she said huskily, making his 
cock leap and throb inside his pants. 

"You mean, you want to? - " 

"Quiet, darling, just kiss me." 

Hank hardly knew what to think, for by now his senses and all thoughts of 
his wife had deserted him. Bending forward, he grasped her hips and suddenly 
crushed his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue into the warm moist 
cavern and being greeted by a passionate suction on her part. His restlessly 
stiring cock bulged and jerked, straining, like a wild animal with a life of 
its own to burst loose from its confines. And as tiny purring murmurs broke 
from her throat, her legs slithered around his hips, her feet locking 
together against the small of his back. 

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected anything like this to happen. It 
was too incredible to be true. For days he had been thinking of Myra Wilson 
from a distanse as a cold crisp female scientist, but now he knew that she 
was a sex-charged animal who was turning him on the way he'd never been 
turned on before, not even by his own wife. 

Suddenly she twisted her mouth away from his, and with her legs still locked 
around him, leaned back at an angle, supporting herself with her arms behind 
her. Her luscious stiff-nippled breasts heaved with each breath she took, 
and her long dark hair daagled seductively over her shoulders. 

"You didn't expect anything like this, did you?" she purred, a sultry smile 
flitting across her face. 

"Hell no," he said, barely able to contain his excitement. 

"They never do. Well, don't worry. There's more in store for us. I feel 
awfully hot, why don't you lift my top up?" 

His hands trembling, the young scientist obeyed, slipping his fingers into 
the waistband of her skirt and slowly gliding the halter top upward over the 
tautly rounded flesh of her belly, slowly inch by totured inch. The lower 
curve of her breasts emerged, white and voluptuously uplifted and suddenly 
he knew if he went any further it would be all over, there would be no 
turning back. 

"I ... I can't" he stammered weakly. "I'm married. Besides, what would 
happen if somebody caught us in here? Christ we'd lose our jobs." 

She did not reply but merely gazed at him, her lips slightly parted and 
glistening, as though silently challenging him to take her. You're not going 
to cop out now, she seemed to be saying, teasing him to go one step farther. 
How could he stop now, how could he possibly, even though he knew that his 
marriage and his PhD might be at stake if someone caught them in the act. 
The battle of his instincts against his conscience made him shake and 
tremble all over now, but finally his basest desires got the upper hand and 
he rolled the halter top up so that it was bunched around her shoulders. 

His eyes widened in stunned appreciation as his gazed fixed on her naked 
breasts. They gleamed like warm alabaster and were proudly upthrust high on 
her chest and her nipples were stiff with arousal. To draw him deeper in 
between her stocking clad thighs. Her skirt had ridden up over her hips, 
revealing her frilly white lace panties and the bulging mound of her vagina 
contained within. Slowly she let her hand glide back along the edges of the 
lab table on either side until she was flat on her back, urging him on with 
her subtle gestures. 

"Go on," she whispered. "Touch my breasts, touch them." Locked in her legs, 
his confined cock throbbing against her panty cloaked loins, he bent forward 
from the hips and began gently running his fingers over her nipples. Her 
eyes fluttered closed, and she mewled with pleasure, slowly rolling her head 
from side to side and squirming her hips so that her vagina pressed even 
harder against the swollen maleness hidden in his trousers. 

Jesus, he wanted to fuck her right here and now, but he hadn't completely 
lost his mind yet. His wife and his career still meant something to him, 
even though his willpower was slowly fading away second by frustrating 
second. 

"We... we can't do it here. It's too dangerous." 

In response she began slowly moving her shapely legs up and down along his 
sides, her thigh muscles flexing and unflexing in a slow, sensual rhythm. 

"We can come back here after work," she said. "It will be perfectly safe. No 
one will see us, of course, unless you don't want to." 

His mind was boiling with mad confusion, his conscience and his lust tearing 
at him from both directions, his hands kneading and squeezing her soft 
pliable breasts, kneading them like dough and feeling the tight little 
buttons of her nipples pressing into his palms. Suddenly like an animal 
sensing danger, he jumped back and spun around toward the door of the lab. 

"What was that noise?" he said nervously. He was positive that he had heard 
something, positive that he'd heard the door click shut. 

 Chapter Four 

Julie raced through the deserted staff lounge adjoining the lab, through the 
corridors back toward her office on the ground floor, all the while fighting 
back the tears that were threatening to burst from her eyes. 

She dashed inside and hurriedly seated herself at her desk, which faced away 
from the director's. 

"My God, what's wrong with you," Tomley called out to her in his booming 
voice. "What happened? You said you were bringing us some coffee and then 
you disappeared." 

Even though Tomley's voice was powerful, she could barely hear the words he 
was directing at her. Nothing was real now but the shattering scene she had 
witnessed between her husband and the woman in the lab. The image of the 
salacious spectacle bored through her mind like a hot firebrand, making her 
feel weak and dizzy. It couldn't be, it just couldn't. That awful woman with 
her legs wrapped around Hank's back, her breasts naked, mewling and 
grunting, as her husband massaged them with a vile, lecherous look on his 
face. She must be hallucinating! Hank could never do a thing like that. It 
must have been someone else, though her eyes had told her differently. 

How long had it been going on, she wondered? How many days had it taken for 
them to build up the intimacy of lovers that she had witnessed in the lab. 
And then a thought struck her. It must have been because of this other 
woman, this free-and-easy libertine that Hank had insisted on her doing lewd 
things to him over the weekend. She had perverted him and aroused savage 
carnal desires in his body. There was something wrong with this place, 
something wrong with everyone in it. For now, mixed up with the scene in the 
laboratory, was what she had overheard earlier-the foul, leering 
conversation between Tomley and the man from the foundation, the horrible 
dirty things they had said. Oh God, what had she gotten herself into? What 
was going to happen to her marriage? 

"Julie, for God's sake, what's wrong with you?" the director demanded from 
behind. 

She started at the concerned tone of the older man's voice, which brought 
her suddenly back to reality. She remembered now that she had come back to 
announce that she was quitting immediately, but now everything was confused. 
If she left Hank, she would need a job to support herself. She couldn 't 
quit. But no, that wasn't the real reason that she had suddenly lost her 
resolve. The real reason was that out of some morbid curiosity she 
desperately needed to find out who Hank was carrying on with and why. She 
had to discover how it had all happened. 

"Julie?" 

The director's hand was on her shoulder, he was standing very close, and 
slowly she turned around to face him, trying to keep herself from flying to 
pieces. She couldn't tell him what was wrong. No, at all cost she had to 
keep the matter to herself. Forcing her voice to be calm she replied with 
only a slight tremor: "It's . . . it's nothing. I just felt a little sick 
and didn't want to bother you. I feel much better now." 

"Weli, that's good. You had me worried for a minute. By the way your husband 
called a minute ago and asked if I'd give you a message. He said he'd be 
working late tonight and to go ahead and eat without him.". 

She knew exactly what the message meant, of course, and even before Tomley 
had finished the sentence she was sobbing uncontrollably. 

Bitter tears rolled down her cheeks, and she didn't resist as the brawny 
director eased her up from her chair and enfolded her in his arms. 

"Now, now, Julie. Tell me all about it. It will make you feel better." 

As she started to unburden herself she couldn't see the smile of smug 
satisfaction that crossed the director's face. She was convinced that his 
sympathy was genuine and was sorry she had thought such awful things about 
him earlier. 

"Don't worry about it any more," he said. "I'll help you find out for 
yourself exactly what's happening." 

 Chapter Five 

. Myra Wilson re-entered the lab at five-thirty when the building had 
cleared, catching Hank as he glanced down at his watch. 

"I'm here." she said breezily, striding over to him. 

"Isn't there some way we could lock the door?" He said nervously. 

"My, my you are a scaredy-cat, aren't you? Don't worry, I took a quick look 
around, and almost everyone's gone. Anyone who's left won't come down here, 
that's for sure." 

"What about the janitors?" 

Myra chuckled. 

"You should know by now, they work early in the mornings. Now just relax and 
let's have a drink." 

Efficiently the female researcher reached into the pockets of her lab coat 
and withdrew a flask of whiskey and two paper coffee cups. A moment later 
they were toasting each other. can see you really have no idea what goes on 
at the Center, do you?" she said. 

"What do you mean." 

"I'll explain sometime later. We have other things to do now." 

After taking a sip of her drink Myra set it down on the lab table and 
slipped out of her white coat, much more quickly than she had done that 
morning. Hank's eyes fixed on her as tremors of nervous fear and excitement 
shot through his body. He felt like a young kid embarking on a dangerous 
adventure, and yet at the same time knew damn well he wasn't going to refuse 
to follow through. 

Hell, she'd done such a job of teasing him this morning, he'd been hard all 
day long and could hardly concentrate on his work. His cock right now felt 
like a telephone pole, and his balls were hanging as though they'd been 
stuffed with lead. 

"W-where are we going to do it?" he said, trying to keep a grip on himself. 

"On the lab table of course," she smiled mysteriously. "I have a thing about 
lab tables." 

Jesus, she was a crazy one. but as far as he was concerned he'd do it 
anywhere with her, even swinging from a trapeze. He wondered what she meant 
about him not knowing what really went on at the center, but at the moment 
he was too excited to pursue the matter. He just wanted to sink his prick 
into that warmly waiting cunt of hers and damn the consequences. 

Her hair was down to her shoulders now, and as she leaned against the edge 
of one of the tables, she undid her wide leather belt and let it drop to the 
floor with a clang. 

"Why don't you help me?" she whispered. "I love to have men undress me." 

As she said it, his rapidly awakening cock lurched inside his paftts and 
there was no longer any pretense of trying to keep it under control. It was 
making his pants bulge like a tent. In a flash, his fingers were undoing the 
zipper of her mini skirt and sliding it down over her ripely flaring hips. 
Ripples of excitement sped through his belly as the tiny garment dropped to 
her feet and she stepped out of it. Her slip came next, his thumbs hooking 
into the resilient waistband and giving it a quick downward jerk. 

Myra crossed her arms and lifted off her halter top and at the same time, 
Hank wrestled frantically to unsnap her garters and roll her nylons down 
over the smooth cool skin of her legs. She was almost completely naked now, 
clad only in her brief bikini panties, the dark triangle of her pussy 
glimmering through the diaphonous material as she leaned back shaking out 
her long lustrous hair. 

He couldn't stand it any more. He wanted to fuck her more than he'd ever 
wanted to fuck anyone in his life, arid possessed by the driving animal need 
that was sparking his loins, he quickly stripped his clothes off and crushed 
his body against hers. 

"Not so fast, we have plenty of time." she said soothingly. "First I want 
you to suck my pussy. You'll like that, won't you?" 

Suck it? Jesus Christ, he'd ram his tongue all the way up inside her belly. 

"This will be much more fun than watching sea bass," she murmured as she 
hopped up on the table, letting her long lithe legs dangle over the edge and 
slowly spreading them apart as Hank instinctively sank to his knees. He 
gripped her knees tightly and then slid his hands over her silken thighs 
until his fingertips were at the elastic of her panty waistband. Control 
yourself, dammit, he chided. You've got to go slow. If you do it too fast, 
you're gonna blow everything. All five fingers of each hand slid beneath the 
silk and began rolling it down over her hips. His hands grasped her nakedly 
churning buttocks, raised them up slightly, then glided the panties down 
over her legs. She sighed as he pulled them free of her ankles and then 
reclined so that she was laying flat on her back against the cold marble 
table. 

"Suck me," she mewled. "Stick your tongue in my pussy." 

He was mesmerized, hypnotized by her command. It was all so unreal that he 
should be urged by a beautiful, wanton woman to suck her pussy in the middle 
of a scientific laboratory. God, he'd never expected that a research job 
could be anything like this, and it was one hell of a pleasant surprise. 
What would Julie do if she ever found out what was happening now? She'd go 
crazy, she'd go absolutely out of her mind. 

His cock was aching and throbbing, the veins stretched, the mushroom like 
head bloated and swollen with blood; but he wasn't going to stick it in her, 
not yet, not until he had tongue-fucked her so that she was going insane, on 
the table. Gripping her inner thighs tightly, he moved deeper in between her 
legs, suddenly stabbing his tongue between the wetly glistening folds of her 
cuntal lips. She jerked, a groan of delight tumbling from her throat, and 
her thighs spasmed tight around his temples. 

"Oh God yes, eat me, eat my pussy," she pleaded, her whole body trembling 
with eagerness. 

Ralph Tomley grinned slightly as he grasped the knob of the door in the 
staff lounge and turned it cautiously. He put his finger to his lips to 
caution the young redhead accompanying him, then motioned her over to where 
he was standing. The door was almost halfway open now and they were both 
peering into the semi-darkness of the adjoining lab. 

By now Julie was perfectly under control, her green eyes sparkling with 
repressed anger as she scanned the lab. desperately hoping to find nothing 
that would shock her, though she knew something definitely was remiss. 

"Remember now," the director whispered. "If you see anything, don't get 
hysterical, and don't try to stop them. You'll be sorry if you make a fool 
out of yourself and just barge in there. Besides, it wouldn't do to have a 
scene at the center. The word might get around somehow." 

"Yes, yes, all right," she snapped impatiently in a hoarse whisper, gripping 
the edge of the door tightly with her fingers. It was generous of him to 
help her like this and she had to appreciate it, no matter how painful the 
situation turned out to be. He'd been so good to her, calming her down as 
she periodically burst into tears during the afternoon. But still, it was 
difficult to control her rising anger, and she couldn't help having directed 
it at him a second ago. 

"Over there," Tomley said suddenly, pointing in the direction of one of the 
tables, and immediately Julie saw them. The salacious sight hit her with all 
the power of a fist in a stomach. 

Her eyes widened in horror as she sighted her naked husband down on his 
knees in between the widespread legs of the loudly groaning woman above him. 
His hands were gripped on her thighs and his head was lewdly bobbing in and 
out from her loins. He was sucking and licking her vagina, obviously going 
at it with fervent passion as she twisted and writhed in ecstasy above him. 

"Aaaaaaaaaggghh, Ooooooooh," the woman cried uncontrollably squirming on the 
table top, her legs locked tightly around his neck. 

Julie froze, her knuckles going white around the edge of the door. She was 
sure the kneeling man was her husband there was no doubt about it, and she 
couldn't fool herself any longer. He was going all the way with this unknown 
woman, this whore, and she was going to witness every minute of it. 

In the other room, Hank rose from his knees, and slid Myra back along the 
table. Almost at once, he hopped up and mounted himself between her legs. 
Her hand reached down and gripped his heavily throbbing penis between her 
fingers, guiding it up toward her gaping pussy lips. A shudder of ecstacy 
went through his body as he felt the swollen tip of his cock pressing into 
the heated folds of her cunt, and then he took over for himself. Slowly 
flicking his hips forward, he inserted his rigidly pulsating member inch by 
inch into her tight young pussy. 

"OOOOOOOH," she groaned as his lust-thickened organ throbbed and jerked 
deeper up inside her belly. She could feel it expanding even greater as her 
cunt lips clasped tightly and rippled around it. 

Hank hovered over her on all fours, deliberately teasing her, wanting her tb 
squirm and beg for it. He realized that he was completely in control now, 
that all the power was with his body. He withdrew his pulsating hardness 
half an inch and thrust in deep again, bringing a low moan from between her 
tightly clenched teeth as she spurred her heels into his spine. 

Unable to believe the lewd scene she was witnessing, tears brimmed to 
Julie's eyes as she gazed at the dark haired woman obscenely rotating her 
pelvis and jerking her hops up toward Hank's pistoning penis. For the first 
time in her life she was seeing her husband have sex with another woman, and 
any way she looked at it, there was no denying that the both of them were 
enjoying it to the fullest. 

"Have you seen enough?" Tomley said. 

"No," she spat bitterly. "I want to see it all. I want to see everything." 

"I don't think that's advisable." 

Blinded by her tears, Julie failed to notice the peculiar expression on the 
director's face. She could only think of herself and how she'd been hurt at 
the moment. 

"I don't care. I want to see it all. I've never been so humiliated in my 
life." A slow steaming anger was seething inside her forcing back the tears 
that had formed from the shock of what she'd just seen. For just a second. 
Hank's warning about the director being a notorious skirt chaser flashed 
through her mind, but why should she believe it now, when Hank himself was 
doing much more than chasing skirts, when he was cheating on her in the most 
blatant and obscene fashion imaginable? 

Frozen in anger she watched as her husband bucked over the girl's churning 
body. How could he do this? How could he possibly do such lewd things with 
another woman? He had not known the woman for more than a week or so, and 
yet they were engaging in intimacy which she and her husband had not 
practiced even in all the months of their marriage. 

Julie's eyes bulged in hypnotic disbelief as her husband's lurching cock 
rammed in and out of the stranger's vagina, making loud wet noises with each 
thrust. Desperately she wanted to scream and tear them apart, but in her 
state of shock she could only remain frozen at the half open door watching 
everything that was taking place, unconscious of Tomley's tight grip on her 
shoulders. 

Meanwhile, Hank was grinding his pelvis into the bucking girl beneath him as 
she arched her back and thrust upward so that they were banging and slamming 
into each other with powerful force. Her mouth was open and her head flailed 
from side to side in savage abandon. 

"Fuck me! Harder!" Harder!" she moaned deliriously. "Stick your finger in my 
ass, hard!" 

Thrusting his hand between her melon-round buttocks, he insinuated his 
middle finger into "her anus, driving it into the tight rubbery ring until 
it entered with a popping sound. He pushed hard until it began to glide in 
smoothly and her buttocks churned and bounced up and down off the table. 
Gritting his teeth, he sank it in deeper up to the second knuckle, bringing 
a wild shriek from her throat. 

"Aaaaaaagh! OOoooooooh! Go on, hurt me!" she begged, revelling in the dual 
skewering of her body. Her ass-cheeks pumped down until they were buried in 
the palm of his hand. 

Rotating his finger inside the hot spongy depths of her rectum, he felt her 
muscles spasming around it, and then he withdrew it only to shove it in deep 
once again, bringing another moan from her throat. His wetly glistening 
penis continued to saw in and out, rippling deep in the velvety passage of 
her cuntal chamber, matched by the rhythm of his finger skewering her ass. 
To his delight she was moving faster and faster, bucking her loins up and 
down, opening and closing her legs around his hips. 

He could tell she was nearing climax for she began to groan and grunt 
wildly, her heels kicking down on his back, her head twisting and squirming 
along the laboratory table. She was gurgling and gasping, and overcome with 
savage desire he fucked his finger in and out of her tight little anal hole 
while his cock screwed mercilessly up into the rippling depths of her pussy. 

"OOOOOOOOH, UNNNNNNGHHHH!" I'm cumming!" Myra gasped frantically. "Fuck me 
harder, harder!" 

She drew her thighs back further until the whole plane of her wide-stretched 
pussy was offered up to him to do with as he pleased. Her legs locked around 
his back and her pelvis writhed and jerked in a dance of abandoned desire. 
Her eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, her nostrils flared as she 
desperately gasped for air. 

They were both, too involved to notice the door of the adjoining staff room 
being pushed wider open and the two faces that were peering out from the 
opening, one frozen in horror, the other set with a smug smile of sadistic 
glee. 

A low, muffled scream suddenly forced itself from between the female 
researcher's lips and she screwed herself up on Hank's long thick cock, 
locking his body tightly to hers as she jerked and spasmed with 
uncontrollable delight. A moment later she collapsed backwards, her legs 
dropping limply from her" partner's body. She lay still except for a spasmic 
trembling of her thighs and her cunt lips clasping loosely around his cock. 
Once again he thrust deep into her till he came, but he knew that she was 
already satisfied, and besides, when she managed to arouse herself once 
again it would be even better. Jesus, she was incredible! He had never been 
so excited by anyone before in his life. She was the kind of woman he'd only 
dreamed about and lusted after in' his secret imagination, but now all his 
fantasies had come true in the unlikliest of places. 

"Ummmh, that was nice," she moaned, coming to. "Your cock was so hard. It's 
still hard, isn't it?" 

"Damn, you're not kidding," he groaned down at her despite the throbbing 
ache in his sperm-bloated testicles. . 

"Well, I'll have to do something about that. Lay down next to me." 

Without protesting, he did what she ordered, stretching out on his back. 
Hell, he might as well let her have her way, since she'd managed things 
pretty well up to this point. He could see her crawling over toward him as 
his rigid member pointed straight up toward the ceiling like a rocket on a 
launching pad. He folded his arms under his head so he could watch as she 
reached out and began stroking him, sliding the loose outer shaft of his 
penis up and down in a mesmerizing rhythm that sent throbs of pleasure down 
through his balls. Quickly, she drew herself up on her knees and leaned over 
his loins, her seductive face only a few inches away from his stiffly 
bulging penis, her long black hair grazing his thighs and stomach. 

Slowly, her head lowered and her tongue flicked teasingly into the wet tiny 
opening of the tip. Groaning, he sucked in his breath as chills rippled up 
his spine and she dipped lower, enveloping the blood-engorged head between 
her soft warm lips. As her hungry mouth tightened, he jerked his hips 
upward, pushing the thick rod of wet flesh deeper inside her. 

"Jesus, that's good," he gasped, raising his head up slightly for a clearer 
view of her contorted face. The lewdly exciting sight of his wetly 
glistening cock embedded halfway in her ovalled mouth sent sparks of 
pleasure rippling all over his body. It gleamed in the semi-darkness of the 
room, matching the gleams of her glistening lips as they nibbled around it. 
Jesus, it was like a crazy dream. He felt her massaging the soft bloated 
skin of his balls tantalizingly with one hand while the thumb and forefinger 
of the other stroked its thick blue veined based as she began to suck 
rhythmically up and down. He could feel the velvety softness of her tongue 
twirling maddeningly around it each time she withdrew her head, the tip 
flicking teasingly across the tiny split of the glans. He flexed his 
buttocks, his head still lifted up, his neck straining and his eyes focused 
on her bobbing head. 

Myra Wilson, for her part, sensed her partner's throbbing reaction and began 
to suck harder, the tips of her teeth nibbling at the bulging flesh that 
burgeoned inside her mouth and she reached under his buttocks to pull his 
loins tighter up against her mouth, her tongue swiped around the membrane on 
the underside of his cock until he felt it swelling almost to the-bursting 
point. His eyes widened as he watched her taking the fleshy organ further 
and further down her throat without choking. By God, she really knew what 
she was doing! She was giving him more pleasure than he ever thought 
possible. - A furnace of heat began to glow in the depths of his cum-bloated 
balls as he watched her lust-contorted face working over his wildly jerking 
cock. Tiny streams of sweat rolled down the girl's naked body as she bucked 
over him like a demon gone insane. The muscles of his stomach tightened like 
steel rods until he felt as though they were going to snap, and he arched 
his back up, shoving his penis even deeper into her throat, her lips 
hungrily clasping and sucking at it. 

He gasped suddenly, the moment of orgasm arriving. A low guttural moan 
groaned from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt streams of white-hot cum 
jerking from the tip of his cock into her eagerly sucking mouth. Her cheeks 
puffed and hollowed as she greedily swallowed the warm gushes of fiery 
liquid, her adam's apple bobbing up and down with fierce quickness. His 
fingers tangled savagely in her hair, holding her head tight against his 
loiniTas he rammed his hotly jerking flesh against her tonsils. 

Finally he moaned and with a long sigh fell flat on his back once again on 
the cold marble table, his cock gradually deflating like a balloon with the 
air escaping from it. But she continued to gently nibble and suck him, 
drawing every last ounce of white fluid from his penis, licking hungrily the 
reddened tip of his cock. 

At last it was over, and she crawled'up over him, nestling her head against 
his, planting kisses the length of his neck. 

"That was nice, wasn't it?" she murmured. "We can do more of it. This isn't 
the last time." 

"Ummmmmhhhh," he groaned in reply, unable to say anything else. His body was 
sated and relaxed, and he could only look into her eyes with a grateful 
expression of pleasure on his face. Jesus, he'd never realized it could be 
this good. 

"There's more we can do," she said softly. "Much more." 

He propped himself up on his elbows and nervously searched the lab with his 
eyes. 

"Did you hear something?" 

"No, darling. Don't be ridiculous. It's nothing." 

 Chapter Six 

Ralph Tomley had managed to put on a good act of indignation as he remained 
at the door with Julie Peterson watching the two lewdly coupled bodies grind 
their way toward orgasm. But still an inward sadistic satisfaction filled 
him as he observed the horrified expression on the young wife's face, and 
his cock jerked beneath his trou.sers under the influence of the salacious 
scene. It bulged even harder when Julie backed into his arms, recoiling from 
what she'd witnessed. 

Though he would have liked nothing more than to grab her just then and throw 
her down on one of the long couches in the staff room, he knew she was not 
ripe yet. She was still in a state of shock, and he had to bide his time 
until she recovered, reverting back to the relative coolness of smoldenng 
anger. There was nothing a woman seeking vengeance wouldn't do, no matter 
how puritanical she might be under normal conditions. 

This was something he'd learned a long time ago and had used to draw other 
inexperienced couples into the group to do what they jokingly called 
extracurricular scientific research. Practically three quarters of the staff 
was in the game, now, and' Tomley would have liked nothing more than to 
bring Julie and Hank Peterson in too. Hell, she seemed so naive and virginal 
he would just love to sink his cock deep inside her pussy. 

He had to admit, of course, that Myra Wilson had certainly helped matters 
along. Ever since Peterson had joined the center, she'd had hot pants for 
him, and Myra wasn't one who could be stopped easily. She'd gone after 
Peterson with all the ardor of a bitch in heat. Dammit, she wasn't the only 
one, though. Practically everyone in the place had their eyes set on the 
newcomers. And with Myra doing her job, it was going to be easy for him to 
sink his claws into Peterson's young redheaded wife. Everything had been 
moving along smoothly - the job for Julie, Myra's efforts to seduce her 
husband and. now finally the brutal confrontation which, while it wasn't 
exactly staged, had fallen neatly into place - beautifully, in fact, 
considering this was Julie's first day on the job. It meant he wouldn't have 
to spend days and days softening her up. The sight of her husband screwing 
Myra 

Wilson had done the job for him. 

Damn, he thought to himself, he was going to have a hell of a good time this 
evening. The proud innocent type had always presented a challenge to him, 
and he liked nothing more than to see them fall under the spell of his thick 
bulging cock in a state of helpless submission. Later, once he'd completed 
her initiation, so to speak, he would turn her over to the rest of the club 
which included some colorful townspeople as well as the scientists and their 
wives at the research center. She would know she'd really been fucked when 
he had finished with her. 

"Well, your husband really went at it with a lot of gusto," Tomley said, 
trying to preserve at the same time an air of dignity. 

"That bastard," she hissed viciously. "How could he do something like this 
to me?" 

It was the right moment, Tomley realized, because she was filled with anger 
now, and so he jerked her head toward his and pressed his lips hotly against 
hers, eagerly working his tongue into her mouth. She groaned and tried to 
squirm away, but suddenly he released his grip on her shoulders. 

"That was just to calm you down," he said, staring into her eyes. "You 
wouldn't want to do anything rash, would you, like breaking in there?" 

She could see he was right, though he had a strange way of proving it. 
Nevertheless, she tried to loosen the tenseness in her muscles, though 
Tomley's sudden kiss had made her more disconcerted than ever. It was the 
first time another man had kissed her since her marriage, and to her 
surprise, her body had responded to it. It was exciting, and it even seemed 
natural, even though she knew it was wrong. In spite of her confusion, she 
had felt tiny ripples of pleasure running through her stomach, but what 
would happen now? She was so terribly distraught she didn't know where to 
turn for comfort. 

She cast her gaze downward and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth in 
an effort to control the powerful emotions that were welling inside her. She 
had never imagined that she would be kissed by another man, and she didn't 
have the slightest idea about what to do next. Her mind told her to run, but 
where? She didn't have a home any more, couldn't have a home after she'd 
witnessed what her husband had done, but there was nowhere else to turn but 
to the protective warmth of Ralph Tomley's arms. Yes, he had helped her, and 
she was grateful for it. Without him, she might well have suffered a nervous 
breakdown witnessing the scene between her husband and the licentious woman 
who had obviously seduced him. Thank God, the worst was over now, but the 
two bodies were still nakedly entwined on the lab table, and she couldn't 
take her eyes off them. She hardly dared breathe for fear of disturbing the 
scene and making her presence known. 

"She sucked him off," Tomley whispered in her ear, pulling her more tightly 
against him and grinding his hips ever so slowly against her ass as they had 
resumed their watching position, peering through the crack in the 
half-opened doorway. 

She spun around and faced him once again, burying her head in his chest. 

"Oh God, it was terrible." 

She tried to remain strong, but once again the tears were flowing freely 
from her eyes. The horrible sight of her husband's penis disappearing deep 
inside the other woman's mouth was too much for her to bear, and sobs 
wracked her body. Echoes of the terrible groaning sucking sounds they had 
made flooded her ears, even though the event had passed moments ago. In her 
imagination it was still going on. It was too horribly real to deny! The 
mewls, the groans, the leathery bucking noises of flesh against naked flesh 
assaulted her mind, driving her to the point of insanity. Her own husband 
had been doing all this, had been enjoying every second of it as she watched 
unbeknownst to him. It was like a frightening nightmare, and desperately she 
wanted to escape from it. She wanted to run away but knew that her legs 
wouldn't support her, and the only alternative was to remain supported in 
Tomley's arms, listening while her husband and the strange woman exchanged 
secretive whispers as they embraced each other. 

Suddenly she realized that, the director's hands had crept up on.her and 
were massaging one of her breasts. He gave a quick sharp pinch against her 
nipple that brought a gasp from her throat as her body tensed in instinctive 
reaction. A flash of pain shot down the length of her spine and she twisted 
in his arms in an effort to break away. Her mind was ajumble with sights and 
sounds she had experienced during the day. She was practically hallucinating 
as she saw naked arms and legs twisting around each other, bellies thudding 
against bellies, and stiff male penises penetrating the depths of wet 
welcoming vaginas. But it was no dream, it was real; she had seen it all, 
and her husband had been a participant in the lewd goings-on. 

At the same time that she was repulsed by these salacious images, she 
couldn't help feeling ripples of pleasure flowing through her belly as the 
older scientist squeezed and kneaded her breasts. She clenched her eyes 
shut, but the feelings' wouldn't go away as Tomley manipulated her and began 
to undo the buttons of her blouse. 

In protest, she uttered a low" helpless groan which was quickly cut off by 
the older man's lips pressing against hers, his tongue gliding warmly into 
her mouth and snaking against the backs of her teeth. She tried to get away, 
but his strength was overpowering, and her movements only seemed to incite 
him more so that he crushed her body even tighter against his. If she 
struggled too much, she would only make her presence known to her husband 
and the other woman, and that she didn't want to do at any cost. If he 
caught her the way she was now, she would never be able to vent her anger. 
She would only be laughed at. After all, she hadn't chosen what was 
happening now, she had been forced into it, "Did you see it all?" Tomley 
whispered in her ear. "He licked her cunt and then she sucked his cock." 

"Y-Yes, I saw it," she mumbled in reply, the lewd words stimulating 
something deep inside her body. 

"You're not going to let him get away with it, are you? You've got to pay 
him back." As the words escaped from his mouth he pulled her around so that 
they were facing each other and ground his pelvis tightly against hers. He 
dug his hands into the softness of her buttocks and squeezed them 
rhythmically until he could feel her cunt pressing against his throbbing 
confined cock. 

"N-no please. We can't! We can't do this!" she whimpered helplessly. 

"Sure we can," he grinned. "We're just going to make things even." His voice 
sounded harsh, even cruel, and suddenly he locked his mouth tight against 
hers, spearing his tongue deep inside her throat. 

"Please, God, no! Don't do this!" she begged, struggling, trying to tear 
herself away. But it was futile, and he knew that he had the upper hand. Oh 
God! Why hadn't she listened to Hank when he'd told her not to take this 
job. It would destroy both of them! 

Her body tensed as Tomley began to squeeze and knead her soft ass-cheeks 
through the material of her skirt, pulling her loins hard against him until 
she thought she couldn't bear the pressure any longer. She clenched her eyes 
shut, fighting with her mind against the involuntary sensations of excited 
pleasure that were sweeping through her body. The soft tingling touch of his 
fingers against her nipples, however, was too much, and she felt herself 
falling slowly, ever so slowly into submission. 

"Ummmh, you're fantastic," the older man groaned throatily. "You're going to 
enjoy this, believe me, you will." 

"No," she pleaded, trying to dissuade him. "No one but my husband has ever 
touched me." 

"You've been missing something then. Don't worry, the experience will do.you 
good." 

He slipped his hand between them over the smooth surface of her belly as 
Julie gasped and held her breath. She felt his fingers on the hem of her 
skirt, slowly raising it up to the tops of her thighs. His fingers suddenly 
touched against her naked flesh, and she squirmed back with a helpless 
whimper as one fingertip glided slowly under the leg band of her panties, 
making sudden wet contact with the sensitive tip of her clitoris. Gently 
pushing aside the nest of soft red pubic hair, he dipped his middle finger 
into the wetly trembling passage of Julie's hotly aroused cunt. It was damp 
and slippery from the effects of unwanted desire that had pervaded her as 
she witnessed the scene in the adjacent lab. She held her breath to contain 
the groan of helpless pleasure that was welling inside her and desperately 
needed to be expressed. She knew she couldn't make a sound now or else her 
husband would be attracted, and he would discover her in Tombley's lewd 
embrace. 

As she found herself reacting to the older man's skillful ministrations, 
tears of humiliation flowed down her cheeks, but her shame did not contain 
the instinctive movements of her loins. She squirmed her hips, in spite of 
all efforts to control herself, against his rummaging fingers. 

"Spread 'em wider," he breathed fervently in her ear. "Good and wide. You 
love it, you know you do." 

"G-God, please. Don't make me do this," she begged piteously. "Hank will see 
us, I'm sure of it!" 

"Let's go somewhere else then. Come on, what do you say?" he asked once more 
as his finger glided in and out of her rhythmically spasming cunt. 

"Yes, anything," she murmured. "Please, take me away from here." Reaching 
behind her, she grasped the door knob and pulled the door carefully shut as 
though to block out from her memory all the horrible scenes she had 
witnessed taking place. When the door clicked she suddenly felt free, 
strange hallucinatory sensations dancing in her mind. 

Somewhere in the back of her head she knew she had said something wrong, but 
it was too late to do anything else. The strong sensations in her body had 
run away with her, and she was no longer free to follow the dictates of her 
own conscience. 

He grasped her hand powerfully and led her out through the lounge, along the 
dimly lit corridors and to the elevator, pressing the button for the third 
floor. 

"Where are we going?" she asked, her mind a bog of hopeless confusion. 

"Don't worry, you'll see. You want to get back at him, don't you?" 

Nothing made sense now, she thought; she was somewhere in a dream world, and 
she -responded mechanically. 

"Yes, yes, I want to get back at him." "Good, I'm going to help you then." 
Yes, he was going to help her. He was such a kind man. He had helped her 
already, consoled her when she had seen what was happening in the lab this 
morning. But still she remembered what Hank had told her. He's a lecher. 
Hell clmse you around his desk. She remembered his hands squeezing her 
breasts, his mouth pressing down hard on hers and his tongue slipping 
between her teeth. She was so totally confused she didn't know what to do. 
She could only submit to the influence of someone stronger than she, which 
she did now as he led her out of the elevator once it had reached the third 
floor. He grasped her by the hand and led her to a locked door, fumbling in 
his pocket for the key. As he did so, a raging anger welled inside her. How 
dare her husband cheat on her? How dare he fuck that strange woman? They'd 
only been married six months and already he was dissatisfied with her. She 
hated him! Her loathing was so great she would do anything for revenge. 

The door swung open- and Tomley led her into an elegantly furnished room, 
thick plush carpeting, wood cabinets, white leather sofas. 

"This is the board room," he informed her. "You're a lucky girl. It's not 
everyone who gets to see the board room on their first day at work." 

"Yes," she whispered. "I have to sit down." 

Mechanically she directed herself to one of the sofas and flopped down on 
it, a dazed look in her eyes as the director stood over her, a grin of 
conquest sweeping over his face. Suddenly, he was sitting next to her, his 
arms around her shoulders, drawing her close to his body as his lips pressed 
against hers, and he kissed her with fiery passion. She could feel the 
hardness of his pulsating penis digging into the soft flesh of her upper 
thighs but made no move to protest. 

In her state of desperate misery she tried not to think as his hands glided 
down the front of her blouse, carefully undoing the buttons and spreading it 
wide. 

The snaps of her brassiere came next, and she heard him sigh in lewd 
appreciation as it came loose to reveal her whitely trembling breasts. He 
slipped the blouse and brassiere off her until the entire top half was 
completely naked, and she gazed at him in dazed wonderment. What was 
happening to her? She was in a state of shock and barely knew what she was 
doing. A second later she heard the faint whizzing sound of a zipper and 
then saw him wriggling her skirt down off her hips and jerking it free from 
her ankles. 

Then he was down on his knees in front of her, drawing her panties down over 
the smooth white curves of her buttocks. He tugged them loose, and they too 
landed with the pile of other discarded clothing. 

She was totally naked, completely at his mercy, and he gazed at her with 
leering eyes, his tongue flicking across his lower lip in lewd appreciation 
of her body. Suddenly he pressed forward, his lips caressing her belly, his 
tongue flicking into her navel in a tantalizing rhythm. She lay back against 
the cushions, and her arms involuntarily reached out, locked into his thick, 
prematurely gray hair. 

Her husband had cheated on her. She had watched, him as he sucked another 
woman's vagina, and as the woman had sucked his cock in return. She was free 
now, free to wreak her vengeance on him, and she was going to do it anyway 
she could. It was obscene, lewd, what her husband had done, and at that very 
moment, without her fully realizing it, the director, was doing the same 
thing her husband had performed on the dark-haired woman. 

His lips had dropped to her vagina, and his tongue was suddenly wriggling in 
between her cuntal lips, making her squirm and jerk in a mad frenzy. 

"S-Stop, please! No, don't do that," Julie stammered, trying to push him 
away, but it was totally useless as he grasped the backs of her thighs and 
levered them high and wide in the air. Suddenly he began grunting and 
mewling like an animal, his teeth chopping into the downy fringe of her cunt 
hairs as his tongue speared into her involuntarily quivering pussy. 

"No, don't do this to me," the young wife begged. "Oh God, no! Please take 
your tongue out of there." 

She jerked at his head and squeezed her legs around his neck in a vise-tight 
scissors grip, but nothing happened. It all seemed to excite him more. He 
was lapping wetly at her cunt like an excited animal, the forefinger of each 
hand worming toward the crevice between her buttocks. 

Oh God, she thought. I'm doing the same thing that vile woman was doing with 
my husband, and I can't help myself. There's no escape. It was so lewd! The 
older man's wetly licking tongue was spearing in and out of her, mining the 
hot liquid of her vaginal passage as it slithered up inside her like a 
jungle snake. 

"No, don't suck me! Please don't suck me!" she groaned desperately, trying 
to squirm loose from his grip. But his fingers were clawing into her naked 
flesh; he was dragging her loins tighter " and tighter against his mouth, 
his tongue was sinking ever deeper. She was going insane. She wanted to 
scream and yet she couldn't break away, for somewhere deep inside, she was 
actually enjoying herself. She was enjoying the lewd vile licking of 
her.loins. 

.Her legs spread wider until they formed a giant vee, her feet pointing 
upward at the ceiling. His head bobbed frantically in and out, moaning 
mewling noises coming from his throat all the while. Her wetly throbbing 
cunt lips clasped and unclasped hungrily around his tongue, and she knew she 
was lost now. The last faint voice of her conscience pleaded with her, but 
it was growing dimmer and dimmer inside. 

"No, no it's not right. No, don't kiss them there," the young redheaded wife 
mumbled, but her breath was coming heavily and her heart beating madly 
inside her throat. As she squirmed and bucked against his lewd 
tongue-fucking, his middle finger suddenly rammed up into her tightly 
puckering anus, and she lurched with spasmic pain. 

At the same time, her buttocks churned and ground down on them as though her 
body were completely at war with her mind. No, this couldn't be happening; 
she would never do anything like this, and yet she knew it wasn't a dream. 
She was being obscenely abused by this older man and actually enjoying it, 
though she couldn't yet fully admit it to herself. Suddenly, he withdrew the 
fingers and gripped her buttocks with a powerful force and hoisted her over 
his shoulders as she kicked and squirmed in protest. Bending low, he set her 
down on the thickly carpeted floor, pinning her shoulders in place and 
grinning at her like a sadistic beast who had quarried his prey. 

"Oh God, you can't do this," she protested weakly, clenching her eyes 
tightly shut as though to block out the horror of what was going to happen. 

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to, no matter what you say." 

Her whole body trembled as she imagined what was going to happen to her 
next, but it was not a simple trembling of fear. There was a tense enjoyment 
in it, too, though she still couldn't admit it to herself. 

"Just relax, baby," he crooned. "There's no way you can fight me off. So 
just relax and enjoy it. I'm gonna plant my cock inside that sweet little 
pussy of yours. You'll never be the same again. But first I'm gonna finish 
where I left off." 

Julie knew exactly what he meant, and while she made a feeble effort to 
close her legs, her body refused to respond to the commands of her mind. 
Raising her head, she watched in horror as he licked his lips to continue 
the unceremonious tongue-fucking of her cunt which he'd begun only moments 
ago. 

"Ready?" he said, grinning down at her. "Ready or not, here Iconic" 

Julie groaned in helpless submission as her body trembled with suppressed 
desire. She didn't know if she could resist any longer. His skillful tongue 
inside her vagina might turn her into a raving whore any minute, but there 
was no. choice. She could only do what he wanted. 

"I'm going to suck it now, baby. I'm gonna really suck it this time," he 
growled at her, his powerful hands massaging the insides of her thighs. 

Suddenly his head lunged at the triangle of her loins and his tongue rammed 
deep up inside her pussy, even deeper than it had gone before. 

"Oh God! OOOHHH!" she gasped, twitching uncontrollably as he flicked out 
against the tiny bud of her clitoris then drew back through the exposed 
sensitive flesh of her helplessly dilating cunt. 

As his mouth and tongue worked feverishly over the widespread tightness of 
her pussy, her eyes opened and she gazed down at his bobbing head. She could 
see him grinning in the throes of lewd conquest as she groaned from deep in 
her chest with each maddening thrust of his tongue, probing the depths of 
her cuntal walls. 

It slipped up and down inside her and then withdrew as he bent his head 
lower to lick the inner flesh of her anal crevice, sending spasms of lewd 
pleasure up her spine. He levered her knees back until her kneecaps rubbed 
against her breasts, exposing her ravaged loins even more fully to his eager 
mouth and tongue. 

He flicked into her cunt harder and faster with his tongue as her 
incomprehensible whimpers flooded the room with the music of abandoned lust. 
His body and mind inflamed with carnal desire, he flicked his tongue into 
her tight anal ring, making her jerk and mewl at the unexpected contact. She 
was beyond hope now, her shamelessly aroused body having deserted her. There 
was nothing she could do but yield herself to the perverted desires of this 
powerful older man who was debasing her with no thought of pity or 
compassion. 

Rhythmically she thrust her cunt up towards his face, arching her back as 
she did so. She groaned as he responded with a stab of his tongue, his teeth 
clamping tightly down on her vaginal mound. Her body quivered and bucked 
beneath the , overpowering assault, and her stomach churned with the 
incredible pleasures of naked sexual abandon. 

Sensing her ultimate surrender, Tomley with a savage grin on his face thrust 
his thick wet tongue even deeper inside her quivering cuntal sheath, feeling 
her soft silky pubic hairs graze against the tip of his nose as she ground 
her buttocks ecstatically up against him. He felt her vaginal lips twitching 
around his tongue as they opened and closed spasmodically, as though to milk 
it like a cock. Goddamn, she was one hell of a whore after she got her motor 
running, he reasoned to himself. 

Her helplessly aroused body writhed and squirmed shamelessly against the 
deep probing tongue of the director until she thought she would go insane 
from the lewd licking of her loins. She arched upward from her hips and 
grasped his hair, tangling her fingers tightly into it and pressing his head 
even harder against her wildly palpitating pussy, a low soul-stirring moan 
escaping from her lips. Nothing mattered any more but the wild pleasure of 
his boring tongue steaming in and out between her cunt lips. She loved it, 
she wanted it, and yet she knew it was wrong. Her head fell back, her hair 
dangling loosely over' her shoulders as she crooned and chanted a litany of 
salacious abandon. Her lips bared back over her gleaming white teeth and the 
cords of her neck stood out like steel rods as she strained to pump every 
last ounce of pleasure from the punishing lash of his tongue. 

"Aaagggh, Ugggh, God! I'm cumming!" She spattered, her face contorted in a 
mask of lust. 

She trembled and shook, her legs flapping and spasming as the older man 
relentlessly glided his tongue in and out of the secret recesses of her 
body. Her body shuddered and suddenly hot waves of cum flooded out from 
deeper inside her womb, pouring in a sweet flood over his hungrily sucking 
mouth and dribbling down the insides of her quivering thighs. The room 
seemed to cave in on the young wife with a great reverberating crash, and 
she gasped and moaned as he sucked and burrowed between her thighs locked 
around his neck. -Slowly her fingers untwined from his tousled hair and she 
released her grip, allowing him to withdraw his head. 

Tomley pulled himself up to a standing position until he was looming over 
her, staring down the length of her sweat-streaked body as the juices of her 
orgasm masked his mouth and lips, making them glisten lewdly in the dim 
light of the curtained room. Julie closed her eyes tightly in an effort to 
blot out the sight of him and the memory of the degrading, humiliating 
things they'd just done. The shame of her own weakness and submission 
brought her back to reality but it was Tomley who spoke first. 

"We're not finished yet," he said with a cruel triumphant smile on his face. 
"You haven't paid your husband back completely." . 

"W-what are you going to do?" her voice quavered. 

"Now I'm going to fuck you, Julie. Fuck you like you've never had it 
before." 

His crude words sent a new flurry of excitement rippling through her 
still-aroused loins and suppressing the shame and humiliation that nagged 
her. Suddenly, she flushed with anger - not at Tomley - but at her husband, 
for she could still see in her mind his penis buried in the other woman's 
secret flesh up to the hilt, a pleased expression on his face. He had 
enjoyed what he'd done, and now Julie was determined to enjoy herself as 
well, no matter how obscene and degrading her conscience told her it was. 

"Yes, Ralph, fuck me, dammit. Yes. Stick your penis in between my legs," she 
suddenly begged him, her eyes frozen in hard determination. 

She did not have to urge him on any longer, for immediately he had stripped 
off his clothes and was crawling in between her lewdly splayed legs, his 
thick rigid penis jutting out large and throbbing, his heavily swaying balls 
swollen with sperm that was going to rocket deep up into the depths of her 
belly. If only Hank could see her now, it would teach him the lesson of his 
life. You bastard, you adulterer, she cursed inwardly at him. 

 Chapter Seven 

The light in the laboratory was growing dim as afternoon faded into evening. 
Hank was half-dressed now, but still incredibly horny, his cock bulging and 
throbbing as it came to life again. 

"Hmmmmhhh, I can see you're still going strong," Myra whispered, jerking 
down his shorts before he had a chance to zip up his trousers. Her fingers 
curled lightly around the swollen head and she began massaging it until the 
ache in his balls was almost unbearable. 

"Damn, I want to screw you again," he smiled at her, his body charged with 
excitement. "But can't we find somewhere else." 

"You mean some place more comfortable? I think-I know just where. But we'll 
both have to get dressed to get there,. Are you'sure you can walk through 
the corridors with your cock that stiff?" 

"Jesue, it's gonna break through my pants," he moaned, but wasting no time, 
Myra grasped him by the wrist and led him out from the lab to the elevator. 

"Where are we going?" he asked. 

"To the board room on the fourth floor." 

"How in the world will we get in. It's locked, isn't it?" 

"Don't worry about that. I have the key. I've got connections." 

The ride up on the elevator, though it took less than a minute seemed 
interminable to the young scientist. His cock and balls were aching as 
though they'd been slugged by a sledge hammer and he could barely wait to 
screw the dark-haired temptress beside him once again. Jesus, he wondered 
how much of this kind of thing went on at the center, because he'd certainly 
gotten a strong impression that he and Myra weren't the first ones to have a 
little fun experimenting in biology. 

As the elevator stopped and Myra led him out, he felt like a misbehaving 
schoolboy, stimulated by the thought of sneaking about and the possibility 
of being caught. My God, Julie would never forgive him, and he'd be 
disgraced. He'd have to get a job somewhere teaching high school biology ... 
his career would be ruined, but at the moment nothing mattered except the 
thought of putting his cock to this sultry seductress one more time. 

He glanced down the corridor both ways in front of the board room door, and 
seeing it was all clear motioned to Myra to put the key in the lock. 

"Listen," she said, as she put her ear to the door. "There's someone inside 
there." 

There was all right, and he knew damn well what they were doing. Moaning 
gasping noises were coming from the room, the sounds of a groppling struggle 
going on. A man and woman were inside there, but who were they? This strange 
research center was getting more and more interesting by the minute, Hank 
told himself. 

"Take a look at it," the male voice said. "I want you to see how big it is. 
Open your eyes, come on!" 

"Jesus Christ, it's Tomley!" Hank whispered hoarsely. "He's in there 
screwing somebody." 

"Shh," Myra whispered. "We can go around the balcony and look through the 
windows." 

"W-wait a minute. I don't know whether we should or not." 

"Don't be silly. This'll be fun. I think he's got somebody new." 

Hank knew he was taking a crazy chance but didn't resist as Myra grasped his 
hand and led him through an adjacent room to the balcony and slowly toward 
the French windows looking in on the board room. He had to admit that the 
sight of the director balling a young nubile chick would turn him on no end, 
though he wondered how long he'd be able to stand the tease. 

Julie finally opened her eyes at the director's prodding and focused on the 
mammoth sized penis about to penetrate her vagina. It was huge and pulsing 
like an animal, thick and spear-tipped, with one seed pearl of pre-ejaculate 
glistening on the lust-bloated cockhead. He was torturing her, making her 
gaze at it like this, and she wondered how her tight cuntal opening could 
ever stretch wide enough to handle its thick shaft... oh God! It would split 
her in half. 

"That-was just a teaser. Now I'm gonna ram it inside you, baby. I'm gonna 
ram it all the way up to your mouth." 

Julie felt her body soiled and debased and desperately wished she had the 
presence of mind to escape, but in spite of her horror she was frozen in 
fascination. The thick bludgeon of a cock mesmerized her, and in spite of 
its awesome size, she craved it deep inside her throbbing loins. 

He moved forward slowly, menacingly, on his knees, aiming for her flowering 
cuntal slit which he had already widened slightly with his tongue-fucking. 
Staring directly into the young wife's frightened eyes, he grinned in 
triumph as he began stroking the heavy uncircumsized foreskin back and forth 
over the hard, bulbously swollen head. 

"Do you think you can take all this?" he grinned, an obscene gleam burning 
in his eyes. 

Julie found the words freezing inside her mouth and she sucked her breath 
in. Her eyes fixed on the powerfully built body of her husband's superior, 
then lowered once more to the swollen fleshy instrument he held in- his 
hands. 

Oh God, it was huge, like a heavy but flexible club. She had always 
thought.her husband's penis was big, but this ... it would split her apart 
and burst through her cervix. She tried to envision it buried inside the 
tight walls of her vagina, and a quiver of cold fear streaked down her 
spine. 

"It's ...it's too big," she stammered helplessly as he continued to massage 
it teasingly only inches away from her palpitatingly eager cunt lips. 

"It's just right," he grinned. "It'll loosen you up inside. That's what you 
need, my dear, a little loosening up." 

Bending forward over her nakedly trembling body, he suddenly fastened his 
teeth on the nipple of her left breast, bringing a yelp of pain from her 
lips. She goraned, twisting her head to one side and attempted to squirm 
free, but his hand pressed down on her hips, pinning her tight against the 
cool leather sofa. His lips hungrily explored the whitely trembling mounds, 
sending a blissful twitch coursing down to her loins. Her naked buttocks 
began to move in an impatient grinding churning motion. 

"Goddamn, I'm going to fuck you," he gloated. "I'm going to ram it in so 
deep you'll be crying for me. I'm gonna stretch that tight little pussy as 
wide as it'll go." 

Julie shuddered under the prodding of his obscene words. She could feel the 
bulging hugeness of his penis brush against her thigh and she reached down 
eagerly to grasp it, forcing all thought of wrong-doing from her tortured 
mind. 

The director moved up over the rapidly panting young girl, grinning broadly 
as he felt her fingers grip his stiff aching flesh and tug on it until it 
bulged even wider. He felt her trembling in fear and joy at its enormous 
size, realizing she had never seen or handled anything like it before in her 
life. Her muscles tensed as she braced her body and then guided it up the 
crevice between her buttocks, holding it tight to her flesh until it was 
poised against the wetly gaping lips of her hungry cuntal mouth. Quivering 
half in fear and half in anticipation, she glided her thighs .wide apart and 
placed her trembling hands on his ass-cheeks awaiting the first hot hard 
thrust of his enormous male shaft. She felt the hot spongy head moving 
slowly up and down, parting her pubic hair and fleshy pussy lips, then all 
of a sudden, her tight curital mouth flowered open as though by magic 
command. 

"Aaaauuuuu!" she grunted as the elastic rimmed tightness gave way and the 
burgeoning tip slipped through, cruelly stretching the tight opening until 
she felt as though her body would rip in half from the savage pressure. 

A sadistic wave of pleasure raced through Tomley as her soulful protest came 
to his ears. His face twisted itself into a vicious mask of lust, his lips 
formed in a cruel smile, and he thrust a little harder, bringing another 
long, low moan from her throat. 

"N-n-no. No! Aaaagh,.it hurts!" the young redheaded bride whimpered 
piteously as the director drove another agonizing inch up into her wetly 
fevered vagina. God, he was too big! He was going to tear out her insides. 

Ralph Tomley's body was on fire with the excitement her anguished pleas were 
bringing him as he slowly and relentlessly penetrated her hot little cunt, 
flexing his hips, slowly and excruciatingly sinking up into her belly an 
inch at a time. His face was red and a light film of perspiration coated his 
forehead as he strained to go ever deeper into her tightly clasping pussy. 
Goddman, he had to fuck the little bitch. Now! He couldn't wait a second 
longer. 

Ramming forward without mercy, he dropped his heavy weight down on her, 
smashing her full, stiff nippled tits tight against her chest, thrusting his 
hips quickly and plunging his long throbbing cock in her moistly trembling 
cunt with the savage force of a battering ram. The warm moist flesh of 
vaginal walls rippled in velvety waves before him, and his sperm-bloated 
balls slapped against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks with a leathery thud. 

"Oh no, oh no, please stop!" she breathed in agony. "You're killing me." Her 
legs, splayed wide apart, flailed frantically in the air on either side of 
his massive body as her pelvis bucked and jerked against his weight. Her 
arms pushed . against his pulsing hips, trying to keep his stiff rod of 
flesh from penetrating any further into her belly, but it was a futile 
effort as he rammed into her like an incensed bull. 

Her belly was on the verge of exploding from -the thick, pulsating organ 
that filled and expanded inside it, and his long rigid penis was ripping her 
insides to shreds. She could feel every fleshy ridge cruelly stretching her 
apart as it throbbed inside her. When she moaned in protest and bucked 
against this carnal onslaught she felt him beginning to move harder and 
faster. Sucking in her breath, she held it until she was afraid that her 
chest would burst. His hips and buttocks flexed and within seconds he had 
established a powerful in and out fucking tempo which rocked her nakedly 
twisting body. The young wife flexed her vaginal sphincters tightly together 
in an effort to trap the huge invading bludgeon, but the throb of her 
internal sinews only seemed to excite him more, so that the ramming thrusts 
of his long hard penis continued to punish her without mercy. Helplessly she 
clenched her teeth and kept her eyes tightly shut, her muscles straining; 
her heart pounding frenziedly in her chest. The vengeance, was his now and 
not hers, for she realized she was no better than her husband, letting 
herself submit to this brutal ravishment of her loins. She knew she would 
never be the same again. She was a whore, a cheap slut, because in spite of 
the pangs of conscience that still pierced her, she was actually enjoying 
herself and could not stop the salacious rape of her body. There was nothing 
left to her but the thick punishing penis that sawed viciously in and out of 
her vaginal flesh. 

, Tomley sensed her resistance falling to the wayside and knew it wouldn't 
take much more to turn this soft-bodied young wife into a squealing mass of 
raving desire. Even though she'd fought him at the beginning he had always 
sensed the passionate streak behind her mask of righteousness and knew that 
he could turn her into a lust-crazed slut. They all came around, he had said 
before, and she was living up to his -previous experiences. Damn, she would 
make a hell of a nice addition to the little club that had been going on at 
the center for years, and after this she couldn't very well refuse. 

Julie, for her part, was beginning to feel licentious tingles of lewd desire 
spreading all through her body, chills creeping up and down her spine to the 
rhythm of Tomley's powerful hips jerking and thrusting his cock up into the 
secret regions of her inner loins. Her body was squirming and writhing of 
its own will as she groaned frantically into his mouth shoving her tongue 
with rhythmic- abandon into his throat, mingling their salivas in a pool of 
sensual liquid. Desperate to take him even further inside, she drew back her 
legs, spreading her hungrily gaping pussy even wider to his battering 
assault, her nakedly rounded buttocks grinding and pumping upward as she 
chanted a rhythmic incantation, her muscles straining, her teeth grinding 
savagely together. 

Tomley ran his hands down her smoothly curved flanks and slid them under the 
trembling gloves of her buttocks, digging his fingernails into the softly 
yielding flesh. They were flexing and unflexing, oozing like dough, 
palpitating in his fingers as he dug harder and harder into them. With a 
grunt he jerked her tight little pussy up tighter to his loins and felt her 
thighs straining further back, the moistly throbbing hole of her pussy 
expanding even wider to greet each relentless thrust. 

Julie did not even try to figure what had happened to her. All she wanted 
now was to feel the crazed wave of lustful arousal that had possessed her 
from head to toe and saturated her whole being. She knew only that the 
initial pain had given way to sensations of joy that she'd never experienced 
in her life, even when her husband had fucked her. This was something new 
and exciting, and her body had completely surrendered to it. Electric-like 
tingles that began deep within her womb pulsed outward to all parts of her 
body, even to the farthest reaches of her fingertips. Her eyes clenched 
tightly shut and she worked her tongue deep into his slavering mouth as 
small intense mewls of desperate pleasure escaped from her lips. The muscles 
in her body worked and rippled, the veins in her neck stood out in intense 
relief, and she writhed and ground her pelvis to suck his cock for 
everything it was worth. Her mind had deserted her, and the sensual 
pleasures of the body had taken over completely. It didn't matter who was 
fucking her. The only thing that mattered was the hard stiff cock that was 
driving deeper and deeper into her pussy, making sucking, sluicing noises 
with each demonic thrust. 

The lecherous grin on Tomley's face widened as the young naked body crushed 
beneath him increased the tempo of its hungry up and down gyrations. The 
shamelessly aroused redheaded bride moved faster and faster with each 
fleeting second, pumping her hot little cunt up and down on his thickened 
penis as though to signal the urgency of her desire. He could see that she 
had completely transformed herself into a savage nymphomaniac, her teeth 
gnashing against each other, her head jerking from side to side, whipping 
her red tresses from one shoulder to the other in a frantically building 
rhythm. In response he moved into longer, smoother strokes that brought his 
cock almost all the way out from her vaginal sheath, her little cunt lips 
clinging to it desperately to keep it from withdrawing completely. He thrust 
forward into her smooth uplifted buttocks, feeling the rippling vaginal 
fluid gurgle in response, feeling her vaginal lips nibbling frantically at 
the long spear-like mass of his flesh. His fingers clawed at the tight skin 
of her ass-cheeks and dug in hard, searching for her tiny anal opening. 

"Aaaaauuugh!" she gasped.in painful protest as his outstretched middle 
finger wormed into her soft rubbery anus and pushed hard against it. 

"Oooooohh no, not there!" she groaned louder this time at the outrageous 
intrusion. 

But the older man didn't slow down for a second. Feverishly, he worked his 
finger around and around inside the tightly heated rectal passage, 
stretching the rubbery orifice wider and wider as he ground and jerked into 
her. She felt a second finger making its way into her tortured rear passage, 
and deep guttural whimpers streamed crazily from her throat as her teeth 
gnashed uncontrollably and her body squirmed and twisted in a dance of lewd 
desire. The groans of protest, however, quickly dissolved to whimpers of 
renewed pleasure as her body grew accustomed to the unnatural invasion. 

The director grinned as he felt young Hank 

Peterson's wife begin slowly churning her ass-cheeks back on his fingers as 
he insinuated them methodically around the warm rubbery depths, sending 
chilling sensations of delight rippling through her body. She was doubly 
impaled now with his rock-hard cock lodged deep in her pussy and his fingers 
shoved hard into her anal channel. Moaning uncoherently, beneath him, she 
began to twist and squeal in savage abandon, desperately working herself 
toward orgasm. 

Christ, that chick in the board room - whoever she was - had gone completely 
haywire, Hank Peterson mused as he watched the savage pantomime of their sex 
play from his position on the balcony. He wondered who she was and whether 
he had seen her before in his few short weeks of working at the center. The 
thought of another libertine like Myra getting a stiff cock rammed into her 
pussy, stimulated him with wild runaway fantasies.' Hell, he wouldn't mind 
having a tumble with her himself, but there was probably a waiting list if 
he judged his suspicions about the place correctly. It seemed that everybody 
around the place was on the make and that they were all getting it too. God, 
what a place to work! He'd never seen anything like it before. 

"Umrnh, look at them go," Myra purred, draping herself over his shoulder. 
"Old Ralph Tom ley can really swing it-around, can't he?" Even in the 
semi-darkness of the evening light 

Hank could see her eyes agleam with reawakened arousal. 

"Damnit, I wish we could get closer somehow. I'd like to know who she is. 
She looks like she let out all the stops." 

"We could try the windows, one of them must be opened," she said impishly. 
"They'll be so busy they won't even know we're spying on them. Come on." 

She grabbed his hand once again and guided him over to the windows at the 
far end of the balcony, giving them a careful push. He caught his breath as 
he saw them-sliding open, and Myra on her tiptoes squeezing into the crack 
into the board room. 

Suddenly a piercing scream wracked the room, and for a moment Hank thought 
it was because the woman had spotted them surreptitiously entering . . . but 
no, he was safe, he realized a moment later. It was just that her wail 
signified that she was quickly approaching orgasm. 

"OOOOOHHHHH, GOD YES, FUCK ME HARDER!" she gasped obscenely. 

Hank and Myra were behind a comfortably stuffed leather chair now peering 
over the back rest toward the center of the room where the hot and heavy 
action was taking place. The young scientist sucked in his breath with 
surprise, because never in his life had he seen such an exhibition of wanton 
sexuality and unadulterated lust. True he'd just come like a bull into Myra 
Wilson's eager mouth only a few minutes ago, but even so he could feel his 
cock throbbing crazily at the sight of the two coupled bodies on the big 
white sofa of the board room. From where they were hiding he couldn't see 
the couple's faces but had a good view of the lower portions of their 
bodies. He could see 

Tomley's cock buried deep in the girl's wide-stretched pink cunt as she 
writhed savagely beneath him,- twitching and spasming in the throes of 
uncontrolled lust. 

Something struck him at that moment - a strange thought - and he moved out 
on his hands and knees from behind the chair where they'd been hiding. There 
was something vaguely familiar about the woman, but what was it? He couldn't 
put his finger on it immediately in his half-dazed state. 

But the closer he moved the more he was distracted by the physical action 
that was taking place and driving his mind away from the purpose of 
discovery. The girl was chanting hoarsely, as though possessed by some sort 
of sexual demon, her legs were drawn back as far as they could go and her 
hands were frenziedly clawing at the director's naked buttocks, digging deep 
into his flesh as she pulled him tighter and tighter against her loins. 

Damn, she was one hot little bitch, he thought as he involuntarily began 
stroking his rock-hard cock through' the confines of his pants. She was 
taking Tomley's prick like she wanted it rammed all the way up to her 
throat. "Damn, I want her next," he whispered out loud, barely conscious 
that he was talking to himself. Before he knew it, Myra had crawled up 
behind him and put her hands lightly on his shoulders. 

"I hope they're giving you some ideas," she whispered. "I'm going crazy just 
watching them." 

"You're going crazy. Jesus, what do you think is happening to me?" 

"Old Tomley really moves, doesn't he?" 

"Goddamn, I'd heard rumors about him, but I never expected to see anything 
like this from one of the world's greatest scientists." 

"Maybe he's just experimenting. Maybe he's going to write a scholarly paper 
on human reproductive systems," she giggled into his ear. 

But Hank was hardly paying any attention to her, his eyes and ears focused 
on the salacious fucking that was taking place only a few feet away from 
there. All fear of being discovered eavesdropping by the director had 
vanished now. After all, what was Tomley going to do? Fire him when he had 
seen Tomley having intercourse with a woman in the board room. No, he was 
perfectly safe and totally fascinated as well. 

"Now, Ralph, now please!" the naked woman begged. "Fuck harder, give it to 
me now ... all the way in. Yess, yesss! Aaaaaaggghhhhh! Like that!" 

Suddenly the shock of recognition hit him like a fist in the stomach. That 
voice ... he was sure of it. It was his wife's voice. Tomley was screwing 
his wife! Oh Jesus God, it was too incredible to be true. 

The bewildered young husband's mind whirled in disbelief at the shadowy 
vision before his eyes. His first impulse was to run forward and rescue her 
from the lust-crazed director, but he knew this was no rape. He had seen how 
she was enjoying every second of being fucked by another man. 

Paralyzed Hank stood frozen as he heard her shrilly screaming out her 
orgasm, her legs splaying wide until he thought her cunt would split up the 
middle. Then he watched as Tomley pushed her knees back cruelly over her 
shoulders, bending her double. God no, she'd never be able to take it that 
deep, never. But in a moment as he watched her body jerking and spasming to 
final fulfillment, he saw how wrong he'd been. Jesus, she was taking every 
thick bludgeoning inch of it all right and moaning with pleasure even in her 
contorted position. Then she was screaming: 

"Aaaaiiieeeee! I'm cumming! I'm dimming!" The fucking bitch, he raged to 
himself. That little slut! She's loving it, she's moving her body like a 
bitch in heat. And all the time she'd been giving him that babe-in-arms bit, 
trying to keep him a distance from her. And now - now this! Hate raging 
inside him, he watched the older man's buttocks twitch as his heated cum 
burst out of his ejaculating penis buried deep inside Julie's eunt. When 
Tomley finally withdrew himself from between her legs, Hank could stand it 
no longer. 

"Damn you, get off her!" he raged, pushing Tomley aside. "I oughta knock 
your teeth down your throat..." He caught himself in mid-sentence, his voice 
cracking with emotion until he turned to Julie. "You slut," he roared. "You 
cheap goddamn whore!" 

"Oh no," Julie groaned in humiliation at her husband seeing her naked and 
unprotected on the couch, her belly filled with another man's cum. She 
closed her eyes tight as though to blot out the sight of him standing over 
her, but she knew it was useless and that what was happening was real, not 
some sort of horrible nightmare. There was nothing she could do as his gaze 
traveled disdainfully over her naked and abused body. Tomley, for his part, 
wasn't the least embarrassed as he picked himself up off the floor and 
grinned at his young employee with a lewd smile on his face. With a casual 
calm, he began dressing himself. 

"Just keep cool, young fellow. I see you didn't barge in here alone." 

"What the hell are you telling me to keep cool for after you just fucked my 
wife? I saw every second of it." Hank's fist was doubled up and his whole 
body was trembling. 

In response Tomley strode over the the chair in the far corner of the room 
and led Myra Wilson out to where they were all gathered. 

"How was he?" he asked with a knowing look on his face. Myra responded only 
with a Mona Lisa-like smile. 

How could Tomley possibly know, Hank wondered? He was bluffing, just trying 
to get out of his own predicament. 

As if reading his mind, Tomley turned to him calmly. 

"You're right, we saw everything. We saw it from the staff lounge. You 
thought nobody would walk in on you in the lab, didn't you?" 

"What are you talking about. I don't believe you." 

"Come, come now, don't try to lie your way out of it. We saw just as much as 
you saw now, and so we decided to do the same thing. Fair play, isn't it?" 

Hank stammered hopelessly, confused between anger and shame, but there was 
no way out. Tomley obviously wasn't bluffing, but how had he happened to 
walk in at just the right moment? 

Suddenly he realized he'd been betrayed and he spun on Myra Wilson. "You 
planned this didn't you. The both of you?" 

"Very good," Tomley laughed. "I was wondering how long it would take to dawn 
on you." 

"Damn it," Hank hissed angrily. "Godamnit!" 

Tomley raised his eyebrows and chuckled, turning to Julie who was slipping 
into her clothes, a despairing expression on her face. 

"Well, I must say it worked out well. Even better than I expected. You have 
a hell of a wife Peterson. I want you both to know you've been accepted into 
our little group here at the center. You might call it. extracurricular 
research studies. We do a little experimenting on our own after hours." 

Both Julie and Hank stared at him in utter amazement. Then Hank's eyes went 
back to his wife, focusing on the sticky strands of sperm that leaked out 
from her cunt as she hurriedly tried to slip her panties on. His anger under 
control now, he began to speak in a low, somber voice, dripping with 
sarcasm. 

"That's just wonderful. I haven't been satisfied with what I've been getting 
at home. Maybe Julie has learned some new things she can show me." 

As these words rang in her ears, Julie lifted her eyes to stare at the 
poeple gathered around her. She felt dazed and confused, overwhelmed by all 
the events that had happened so quickly. Her life was disrupted and broken 
in half, and what was happening now had an air of total unreality. She 
couldn't believe that both she and her husband had been so vilely tricked. 
She didn't know what to think except that everything she was hearing went 
against what she had been taught, everything she had believed in. It just 
wasn't right. 

"No," she hissed vehemently. "I'm not getting involved in anything like 
that. I won't have it. You're sick, all of you!" 

"Sick, hunh?" her husband snapped. "You're talking like some kind of 
innocent virgin again, and that sure as hell isn't the way you were acting a 
minute ago." 

"Yes, and what happened to you?" Julie sneered. "I suppose you were just 
doing research in the fab with that. . . that friend of yours. Just go 
ahead, you're free to do what you want, but you're not getting me involved 
in this kind of thing." 

"All right, be quiet the both of you," the director growled authoritatively, 
cutting Hank off from replying. "If you want to continue here, you'll both 
cooperate. Otherwise there'll be a lot of trouble." His eyes narrowed 
ominously and he focused them on the husband and wife in turn. "If you try 
to get out of this there's going to be a lot of trouble for everyone. You 
remember a certain packet of photos in the desk, don't you Julie? I hope you 
realize your fingerprints are all over then, and it might be embarrassing if 
word of that leaked out. So you can see we're all in this together." 

The young wife's eyes narrowed as she gazed at Tomley, trembling with 
hostility. So, he had planted the envelopes too. It was all a trick. She'd 
been trapped, she and Hank too, though that didn't make things any easier to 
take. 

"You wouldn't dare do a thing like that," she spat. 

"Oh yes, I would, and I've done other things just like it. Our little group 
here has been going on a long time and we've managed to preserve the utmost 
secrecy." She watched as he smiled confidently, enunciating his words with 
calm . composure. We've had to be pretty clever to preserve the anonymity of 
our group, and we've succeeded. So, don't try going against the tradition. 
You'll both be cut down quicker than you think. I'm sure you understand." 

"Photographs, what the hell are you talking about?" Hank asked, a puzzled 
frown contorting his face. It seemed like the whole trap had been set much 
more carefully than he had figured. 

"Just relax," Tomley soothed. "Your wife can give you the details later. I'm 
in a bit of a hurry now, but before I go, let me tell you the first meeting 
will be tomorrow night at my place. Plan on being there, because if you 
aren't..." 

He needn't have bothered completing the sentence, for both Julie and Hank 
Peterson knew exactly what he meant and what was more knew that he would 
follow through on his threats. 

Myra had been sitting down listening to the conversation with an impassive 
expression on her face. She was casually smoking a cigarette and tilting her 
head back as she blew jets of air toward the ceiling. 

"I think they understand now," she said coldly to the director. "I'd 
appreciate it if you'd give me a ride home. I'm in just as much a hurry as 
you are." 

"All right, I think I've gotten my message across. I'll expect to see both 
of you at my place at nine o'clock. Be there." 

Perfectly in command, Tomley escorted Myra from the room, leaving the 
distraught husband and wife facing each other. The tension grew quietly 
between them until finally Julie broke from the strain. With her blouse 
half-unbuttoned she rushed over to Hank and threw her arms around him. 

"Oh God, honey, forgive me. I'm so sorry," she begged, sobs choking her 
throat. "They tricked us. They tricked both of us. What are we going to do 
about that meeting tomorrow? I'm so afraid." 

Stonily, the young scientist backed away from his pleading wife, a frown of 
distaste disfiguring his forehead. "We're going, that's what we're doing," 
he said. "And don't think everything's going to be all right. I saw what you 
did, and I'm not going to forgive you for a long, longtime." 

Suddenly a flush of anger flooded Julie's cheeks. 

"How can you say that? How can you possibly be so hypocritical. Did you 
forget that I saw everything you did? Everything." How dare he treat me like 
this, she thought bitterly. After all he'd done he acutally has the nerve to 
act so damn self-righteous and unforgiving. Did he think she was the only to 
blame? 

In a day that had already wracked her nerves this was the last straw. Her 
eyes blazing, she wordlessly gripped her handbag and headed for the door, 
turning off the light on the way out. Let him find his own way, she said 
bitterly to herself. If he wanted to play dirty, so could she. One thing was 
sure. Their life together was going to change very quickly. He was going to 
pay for the way he'd humiliated her and she was going to make sure that the 
price was big. 

 Chapter Eight 

Julie couldn't help feeling nervous as Ralph Tomley led them through his 
home the following evening. It was located only five miles or so from the 
center in a secluded pine area, and it had the aura of a southern mansion of 
the type she'd only seen in movies before. Tall, stately pillars graced the 
front, colonial windows with fresh painted shutters broke up the whiteness 
of the facade, but the exterior was only an introduction to the magnificence 
of the inside. 

The furniture was richly varnished colonial and the walls were decorated 
with prints of horses and hunting scenes. Expensive-looking art objects 
perched on. every table, and the carpeting was so plush that she nearly sank 
into it with each step. 

"Where is everyone. I thought this was supposed to be . . . some kind of a 
meeting." 

"Just relax," the director chuckled casually. 

"Everyone is down stairs in the game room. Appropriate name for the place, 
don't you think? I just had it soundproofed. There aren't many neighbors 
around here, but things get noisy at times, you know." 

Her whole body trembled nervously as the older scientist's remarks reminded 
her of their purpose at his home tonight. Good God, how would she ever get 
through the evening? Desperately, she wished Hank could offer her some kind 
of support, but since yesterday he'd hardly spoken to her or even looked at 
her for that matter. 

In truth, up until this moment, she hadn't worried about his behavior, 
confident that eventually they would make peace and things would be all 
right. In a way, too she'd been looking forward to this evening to avenge 
herself for the way he'd reacted to discovering her and Tomley. In the final 
analysis it had been his fault to begin with, and though he had chastised 
her, it was really she who wouldn't be able to - forgive him for a long, 
long time. 

The events of the previous afternoon had changed things so that they would 
never be the same again. And it wasn't just that she had discovered him in 
the naked embrace of another woman. No, the change was deeper than that and 
reflected something that was going on inside herself, for she'd come to the 
conclusion that she'd enjoyed having sex with Ralph Tomley. It had been a 
great shock, of course, but had liberated a long-smouldering desire that had 
lain dormant inside her for God knows how long. It was so ironic that though 
her husband had tried to do the same thing, it was a total stranger who had 
finally succeeded-a stranger who'd come into her life to set her wild and 
free. For the first time she knew that sex didn't necessarily have to be 
bound up with love, but was a rich and rewarding experience in itself. She'd 
learned that she could make her own body give her pleasure if only she could 
loosen up and be prepared for that pleasure. It was simply a question of 
attitude and Ralph Tomley- had changed her attitude in a shockingly short 
time. The worst of it all was that she wasn't totally certain that she could 
ever be satisfied with one man again. For if she had felt more fulfillment 
than ever under the. ministrations of a-"perfect stranger, what was to stop 
that experience from repeating itself ad infinitum? Tonight would be the 
test, and somehow she was praying that she would fail, that she would just 
be a normal housewife again - an everyday woman who could remain content 
with the man she happened to be married to. 

Pondering these thoughts, Julie walked demurely between the director and her 
husband down the staircase to the basement level, where the gameroom was 
located. Though dimly lit, the room was filled with party noises indicating 
a large crowd. Some couples were dancing, some talking loudly and others 
were spread out on the long low leather couches that lined the walls. All 
this was normal for any party, but what left her in shocked surprise was 
that not a soul was wearing a stitch of clothing. Her knees and hands 
trembled as she beheld the sight, for now she knew that the real test of her 
new resolve had arrived. 

Flabby, skinny, young and middle-aged, everyone casually occupied himself as 
though he were at a normal cocktail party in a suburban household, as though 
it would be ludicrous for them to cover themselves. The three of them, not 
the others, were the ones' who looked ridiculous now, they were so out of 
place with their clothes on. Hank, she guessed, who was standing behind her 
was undoubtedly thinking the same thing. 

A moment later, Tomley had separated from them and gone over to a strange 
large object in one corner of the room, which through the darkness she 
hadn't noticed before. It was situated by a door which led out from the game 
room and was large and cubical in size, covered by a heavy velvet curtain 
with a metal ladder hooked to one side. What in the world was it, she 
wondered? It looked like a giant box of some sort, but why the curtains, 
what were they supposed to hide. 

Her concentration was interrupted, however, by the director clapping his 
hands sharply and demanding everyone's attention. 

"Please . . . everyone ... I have an announcement to make. We have a new 
couple tonight. A new addition to our group." His eyes twinkled gaily as his 
voice carried over the attentive listeners in the room. "I know both these 
people will be a great asset to our activities tonight and many nights to 
come. Now if you'll help take their clothes off, we'll begin our initiation 
ceremonies." 

As he paused for a 'moment Julie suddenly realized that she was the center 
of attention, the focus of the hungry glances of the males surrounding her. 
She wouldn't be safe, she realized even if she had worn a suit of armor. She 
felt naked now, having been undressed by their ravenous gazes, and 
instinctively her hand went up to break the low decolletage of her dress. 

Smiling benignly, the director continued: "As you can see the young lady is 
a little shier than her husband. But shyness is becoming in our females, 
isn't it? Ladies and gentlemen, let's give our new members a big hearty 
welcome." 

The scene was so absurd, she could hardly believe it. Tomley had introduced 
them as though they were performers about to enter on a stage, but instead 
of applause, they were greeted by a snickering silence and the crude looks 
that bespoke naked sexuality, unadorned by any pretense of manners. 

"Well, start mingling, people," Tomley urged. "And as for you two, start 
taking your clothes off. What do you think this is - a formal ball?" As the 
director finished speaking, Julie was aware of the glances turned on her, 
and the fear which had seized her earlier turned to blind panic. She"whirled 
around whispering urgently to her husband: "Hank, please, we've got to get 
out of here." 

The words caught in her throat and she was just about to break up into sobs 
as she saw her husband begin to unbutton his shirt, all the while staring at 
her with a contemptuous look on his face. 

"What's the matter?" he sneered. "Too many men for you. I'm sure you can 
handle them all after the way I saw you working out with Tomley. Suddenly, 
he brushed by her and headed into the crowd, stripping his shirt off as he 
did so. Tears of despair choked in her eyes, but with an effort she managed 
to control herself. Damn him, she raged inwardly. If this is what he wants, 
he'll get it all right. She wasn't going to back out now. She was going to 
follow it all the way through to the bitter end. The names he had called 
her- "whore", "slut"- rang in her ears, but she told herself that he was 
really going to find out what they meant tonight. She was going to give him 
a dose of medicine so powerful she hoped he would choke on it. 

Mustering her courage she turned to face the naked man who had slowly closed 
in on her. She didn't recognize them from the center or anywhere else, and 
they seemed like crude, vulgar types who were eyeing her as though she were 
a meal to be enjoyed. 

"Hiya, Julie," the tall one in the middle said. "My name's Nick Parker. I'm 
the mayor of Bay Bridge." 

She tried to contain herself and smile at him, but noticing the lecherous 
glint in his eye, a chill of anxiety shot up her spine. 

"H-hello," she stammered nervously, unable to figure out what to say next. 
She couldn't very well talk about her job or politics at a time like this. 
She relaxed a little when Parker began speaking in a smooth, charming voice. 

"Why don't ya'll just let your hair down. After all, everybody's friends 
here." 

God, she thought, it was just like a regular cocktail party except that 
everyone else was naked and she wasn't. Her nerves subsiding, she found 
herself able to speak a little more easily. 

"Thank you ... I mean, I really don't know what to say. I've never seen 
anything like this before." 

"Don't worry, Julie. You'll get used to it. It's not as bad as you think." 

"Come on, mayor, stop pussy footin' around. Let's get on with this. I wanta 
get me a little piece of her before we leave tonight." 

The gruff voice suddenly shattered Julie's composure, and she stared 
nervously at the stubby, broad chested man who had just interrupted the 
mayor. Her eyes fastened involuntarily on the long thick rod of his penis 
that was hanging like a bullwhip between his legs, looking as though it were 
ready to spring into action at any second. 

"You like that doncha, baby?" he guffawed catching the look in her eyes. 
"Well, you're gonna see plenty of it tonight, and you can tell that 
fancy-pants husband of yours that you got it from Pete Haskins. I'm the 
police chief in case you're interested. And I got more cock than anybody 
else in this room. You're gonna be calling me up on the phone asking for 
more after you see the way I give it to ya tonight." 

Julie shuddered in repulsion, wondering how she could ever let a horrible 
looking man like him touch her. She looked at the other two in the group, 
hoping that somehow she would be spared the stubby little police chief, but 
she saw no trace of compassion in their eyes. The mayor, however, resumed 
his conversation as though the chiefs remarks had been just an annoying 
interjection. . . 

"This is Bart Bailey, head of Bailey 

Construction company, and this is Bart's son, Fred. He's captain of the 
baseball team at Bay 

Bridge High School." 

Julie's heart fluttered as she gazed.at the boy. 

He was built like a Greek god, with rippling stomach muscles and sinewy 
forearms and biceps. His cock was youthful looking, but large for his age 
and Julie, though she tried to avert her eyes, found herself looking at it. 
The expression on the boy's face was that of a naive teenager, lacking the 
sophistication of his mature body. She wondered how long he'd been a part of 
this group that Tomley had assembled. She wondered even more how Tomley had 
gathered these people all together under one roof in the first place. 
Originally she thought it would be people from the center, but now it seemed 
as though the whole town of Bay Bridge had come to the director's mansion to 
participate in the orgy or whatever they called it. 

Looking from face to face in the group assembled around her, she saw no 
compassion in anyone's eyes, no pity for her plight. How could she possibly 
go through with this? How could she possibly allow herself to be fucked by 
all these men? She had to stall them, that was it. 

She had to make mindless conversation until she found a means to slip away. 

. "Tell me, how did you all get to know Dr. 

Tomley?" she asked as pleasantly as she could. In unison the men guffawed 
amongst each other until they'd finally recovered enough for the mayor to 
speak, "We didn't get to know Dr. Tomley. Dr. 

Tomley got to know us. He's the one that started all this, and you know in a 
small town like Bay Bridge it's hard to keep any secrets. 

When Pete here found out about the orgies going on, we took the matter up 
with Ralph Tomley himself." 

"Y-you mean, you knew there were things like this going on and you didn't do 
anything about it?" 

"Hell," the police chief growled. "We did somethin' all right. We joined the 
club, and now practically the whole town's here tonight." 

Her small talk was not going the way she expected, for any minute she feared 
they were going to drag her off someplace. If only she could find Hank and 
plead with him to help her. She would even beg his forgiveness just to get 
out of here. But no, she knew he wouldn't do anything like that. He was 
still too bitter and wanted to hurt her. 

The police chief, who was swishing his drink around in his hand looked up at 
her again. 

"Ain't you ever wondered what that thing was?" he said pointing toward the 
large cubical object covered with the heavy curtains. 

"I... I was looking at it when we came in." "Well, come on, I'll show ya," 
he said, rudely grasping her by the arm. You ain't gonna believe this." 

Julie could feel her heart pounding in her throat as the short barrel 
chested man was about to lead her off. . 

"No, please .. . I'm not really that curious. Not now. I think maybe I'd 
better just go." 

"Go? Hell, you can't go yet. You gotta take a good look-see at this here 
contraption that Ralph Tomley dragged into his house. You ain't never gonna 
see anything like it again." 

The man had gripped her elbow and was tugging it"insistently now, and she 
knew she had no choice but to follow him where he was taking her or create 
an unpleasant scene. Desperately, her eyes searched the room for her husband 
until finally she sighted him over by one of the couches being administered 
to by three naked woman. 

Juiie balked for a minute, her gaze lingering. All the girls were 
concentrating on arousing Hank and themselves as well. Two of them were 
taking turns licking and sucking his cock, while the third was down on her 
knees between his legs eagerly massaging his balls with a soft squeezing 
action. Julie's stomach was about to turn in disgust when the police chief 
gave her a final no-nonsense tug on the arm arid led her toward the door 
next to the veiled object. 

"Let's stop messin' around here, woman. I got somethin' to show you," he 
said impatiently. 

In a kind of hypnotic trance she allowed herself to enter through the 
doorway, growing angrier and angrier by the second as she thought about how 
well her husband was adapting to the situation. Imagine the nerve he had to 
call her terrible things - things like "whore" and "slut", as though she 
were the one who was supposed to be moral while he was free to do anything 
he wanted. She was sick of his double standard and determined to punish him, 
and with all her heart she hoped somehow Hank could see her when she was 
being fucked by these men. Resigning herself to her fate she found herself 
walking along a dark, carpeted corridor accompanied by the three men. It 
looked almost like some sort of secret passageway fitting for an old 
Southern mansion, but in a matter of moments she realized it was leading 
them back to more or less where they'd come from. 

"Why are we going away from the others?" "Hell woman," the police chief 
laughed. "I told ya we're gonna show you this thing here, and that's what 
I'm doing now." 

Flicking on a light switch, he opened the door and moved forward until Julie 
found herself in a kind of glass enclosed box opened at the top and covered 
with sand and rocks on the bottom. She realized she was inside the 
curtain-covered cube she had seen earlier. 

"What is this? Where are we?" "We're in an aquarium, for God's sake. Don't 
you know an aquarium when you see one. Same thing as they got in them labs 
at this center. Only this one ain't gonna get you wet, so you don't have to 
worry about that pretty little body of yours." 

Julie could hardly believe that Tomley was so perverted as to actually 
transport an aquarium into his own home as a setting for the orgiastic love 
makin? that went on there. 

"Sort of love in a goldfish bowl," the mayor laughed "as he stepped inside 
behind her, followed by the other two. 

"But what about the curtains? Nobody will be able to see us in here?" Julie 
protested. If she were to go through with this at all, it would be so that 
her husband would witness it. He had to! She desperately wanted to punish 
him. 

"Hell, don't your worry your sweet little ass about that," the police chief 
soothed her. "When we start really goin' at it, one of us'll pull the string 
here, and then everybody in the room can see what's goin' on. It'll be just 
like a stag movie, only better." 

The men and the teenaged boy looked at each other unable to conceal the 
grins of lustful excitement that spread across their faces. She just hoped 
she could let herself go tonight and not suddenly get cold feet and back 
out. Most of all, she hoped her husband would see her inside the tank when 
the curtains suddenly drew apart. She wondered now whether she might not 
have let the men think she was too willing. After all they might make her do 
what she'd seen the woman in the lab doing to her husband. But if she had to 
suck their cocks, she would just have to live through the experience 
somehow, guided by the need to shock her husband like he'd never been 
shocked before. 

"What do you say we all get started with the evening's entertainment?" the 
police chief suggested, and as if to obey his command, pairs of hands 
reached out and began undressing her. She felt her zipper swishing down, her 
straps being slid off her shoulders, and then someone behind her was down on 
his knees slowly gliding the hem of her slip upward and removing it over her 
shoulders. Another pair of hands jerked at her brassiere and unsnapped it 
while at the same time she found her panties being rolled down over her hips 
and buttocks. 

She could hardly believe she was letting this happen to her, but there was 
no way to deny that it was really taking place. She was standing naked in a 
giant fish bowl about to be raped by four men. How in the world could it be 
true? And how could she not be resisting them? 

The truth was that far from resisting, she felt nervous only from a sense of 
excitement at the impending adventure. She was actually looking forward to 
what was going to happen to her. 

"Man, get a look at that ass," the police chief sighed appreciatively from 
behind her. In spite of her mesmerized state, Julie could feel herself 
blushing from the remark, and she turned to look at the others who were 
appraising and evaluating her as though she were merchandise on a slave 
market. 

"Well, gentlemen, I think she's about ready for her initiation," the mayor 
announced as she stood perfectly still. Her mind was somewhere far away, but 
her ears were tuned to the sounds coming from the room on the other side of 
the curtain. She could hear gasps and moans building in rhythmic progression 
and an occasional shriek as one of the women reached the point of orgasm. 

She came quickly back to reality as she saw the four men begin to close in 
on her in a tight circle, sending a momentary shiver of fear up her spine. 
She jumped as though touched by a live wire when one of the men suddenly 
reached out and stroked her buttocks. 

"Just relax.now," the mayor said, "You were doing fine a minute ago. 

"Maybe she'd like it in that tight little ass of hers," Haskins, the police 
chief, grinned. His bulky little body moved closer and she could feel his 
finger worming its way into the crevice between her buttocks, making her 
squirm slightly. "Damn, you got some little ass. I'd like to split it in 
half with this cock of mine!" 

God, what had she gotten herself into now? Her head downcast, she sensed the 
teenage boy approaching, watched as he slowly bent down on his knees with an 
excited'expression on his face and used his thumb and forefinger to part the 
soft curling strands of her pubic hair. 

"Oh wow, what a pussy!" he exclaimed. "Man, I'm gonna get some of that to 
eat before we fuck her!" 

"That sounds like a good idea," the mayor agreed. "However, as the highest 
ranking official present, I "believe the first honors should go to me. It's 
about time we started the show rolling anyway." 

Grasping her hand, the mayor led her out from the circle formed by the 
others and guided her down on the smooth white sand that lined the bottom of 
the tank. The three other men followed them over while the mayor lay down 
next to her. They watched, their lust-twisted faces contorted into masks of 
naked desire. It was like some kind of tribal rite, but there was nothing 
she could do about it. She had gotten herself into this and now she would 
have to follow it through no matter what happened, no matter what they did 
to her. She was alone and . completely at their mercy. Suddenly she felt 
gruff hands pinning down her shoulders and saw Pete Haskins standing in 
between her legs, his cock erect and rigid, hovering menacingly above her, 
his balls dangling beneath it like bloated water-filled balloons. 

For a moment she thought she might pass out, even prayed for it to happen, 
but suddenly the mayor rose to his feet and took command of the situation. 

"Wait a minute, Pete," he said sternly, "I thought we had the priorities 
straightened out here, Besides, if you go first, there isn't going to be 
anything left of her. I think she needs a little loosening up anyway." 

"Okay," the police chief grumbled, stepping back. "But you better not screw 
it up." 

The others were gathered in a semi-circle now as the mayor sank down to his 
knees between her legs and pressed his lips against her naked belly. 

"Go on, lick it, mayor. Suck that cunt!" she could hear the chief's voice 
urging him on. 

Convulsively her stomach spasmed as Parker began to glide his wetly 
glistening lips over her flesh. She tried to-cringe away from the sudden 
contact, but it was impossible as an involuntary chill raced up the length 
of her spine. Then she felt the mayor's tongue tracing downward to the "v" 
of her crotch, his tongue snaking like a quivering snake into the tight 
moist slit of her pussy. 

Automatically her body responded with convulsive jerks and twitches, a loud 
shattering moan pouring from her lips. She felt him rudely clamp his 
sweating palms against the trembling insides of her cream-white thighs, 
spreading them wider to have greater access to her loins. She forced her 
head up off the sand, her eyes wide and terror-stricken as she saw him 
hunched like an animal on all fours grinning up at her like a coiled beast 
about to pounce on its prey. The pinkly glistening flesh of her moist vagina 
was presented up to his leering face like a pagan sacrifice. Though she 
looked to the men gathered around, she failed to find a trace of pity or 
compassion and knew that she was doomed to be used and abused by all of 
them. 

A groan came from the mayor's throat as he harshly sucked in his breath and 
unpeeled the ragged pink lips of her vagina with his thumbs. His eyes fixed 
on the sight, and suddenly with a greedy hunger he dipped his head down and 
with a maddening sucking noise drew the tiny pink bud of Julie's throbbing 
clitoris into his hungrily gaping mouth. He nibbled at it with the edges of 
his teeth, feeling it spring to life. 

Julie clenched her eyes tight against the' swirling spirals of strange 
sensations that were rocketing through her pinioned body. She fought with 
all her strength against the lewd sensations that were building inside her, 
but in spite of her repulsion at being forced into such a degrading and 
humiliating situation, trembling sparks of raw pleasure were beginning to 
ignite her dormant womb. 

With a sudden jerk, the mayor's tongue slipped forward, burrowing deep into 
her tightly clasped cunt like a racing lizard, and she realized it was no 
longer possible to deny the latent sensations within that begged to be 
released. She recalled her earlier resolve of going along with everything 
these men demanded of her and suddenly realized that her intense 
psychological preparations had been unnecessary. For now she was sure they 
could force her to do any perverted thing they desired and she would be 
unable to resist. She had no choice but to admit that she was actually 
enjoying what was happening to her now. True, flashes of regret were 
beginning to trouble her, but then she remembered how her husband had 
obviously been enjoying the attention of all those women on the couch in the 
other room. Why shouldn't she have the same opportunity? She was sick and 
tired of his chauvinistic double standard, and now she was determined to 
completely liberate herself from all the puritanical bonds of the past which 
had tied her down. 

The image of her husband being sucked and licked by the strange women around 
him danced through her mind as she surrendered to the shocks of pleasure 
rippling through her body while the mayor's quick-moving tongue speared in 
and out of her dilated vagina. Suddenly, her reason deserted her as her body 
responded more -and more feverishly to the oral manipulations of her 
frantically quivering cunt. Her hips jerked up spasmodically, burying the 
flicking tongue to its roots. 

Never before had she experienced such wanton abandon, and for the first time 
she cared about nothing else. Not her husband, her principles, nor the 
humiliations she was undergoing. All that mattered was the hotly flicking 
tongue diving in and out of her cunt, mining her for the rich liquid of her 
loins. Her buttocks ground and grated against the sand beneath her, as 
though trying to extinguish the hot fire of her loins, trying to subdue the 
flicking tongue that lashed into her pussy. She's never realized before what 
it meant to be a truly sensual woman, free to work out the accumulated 
frustrations of years she had devoted to protecting her reputation and 
innocence, free from months of fighting off her husband's "improper" 
advances. 

But why, she wondered, were her inhibitions so suddenly released? Perhaps it 
was the fact that these men were strangers, or that she was almost 
completely at their mercy. She didn't know for sure, but her inner fears had 
dissipated, and she was now willing to give them whatever they wanted. 
Something had turned her body on and she prayed for her and Hank's sake, 
that it wouldn't soon be turned off. 

Straining against the arms that restrained her, she thrust her pelvis 
upward, feverishly grinding her cunt against the mayor's face buried in 
between her legs. She began churning her buttocks in tight teasing circles, 
fighting for the frustration that was now so close. Suddenly the mayor 
thrust his head back, withdrawing his tongue from her cunt, raising himself 
up as he pushed against her thighs. 

"Not now . . . Don't stop now," she wailed, as she saw him backing away and 
slowly rising to his feet. "P-p-p-please, suck me. Oh God, suck my cunt. 
Don't go away!" 

Her eyes frosted with mad desire, she searched the men looming above her 
until finally the police chief grinned down at her, and gripping her hand, 
hoisted her up to a sitting position. She needed one thing now, and one 
thing only - a cock! God, she. would do anything for a cock between her 
legs. 

"Hurry! Please. Fast!" she begged as the short stubby man insinuated himself 
between her legs. He draped her legs over his thighs and waddled closer as 
she grasped his cock and tightly circled her fingers around it. It was thick 
and filled with blood and she guided it hungrily in between her gaping 
cuntal lips. 

Suddenly, like a live wet animal she could feel it sliding into her, his 
balls smacking heavily on her upturned ass, his hairy stomach grating 
against the yielding softness of her belly. 

She strained against him, silently pleading for him to go deeper into her 
belly. 

"Deeper, deeper. Fuck me deeper!" she wailed, squirming and jerking like a 
trapped animal. 

Clutching the cheeks of her ass he pitched his hips forward, sinking his 
cock inside her cunt up to the hilt. 

Groaning in frustration, she knew that she needed more, that he wasn't big 
enough for her. She splayed her"legs wider, her knees pointing upward to 
give him greater access, but it was hardly worth it. His jerking cock 
pistoned into her with rampant excitement, but it still didn't go deep 
enough to please her. Her whole body strained, gasps and moans escaping from 
her lips as his pelvis smacked against her loins, a brutal thud resounding 
with each jack-hammer thrust. 

She moaned again, this time like a cat in heat as he strained to bring her 
to climax with the brutal pounding of his body. 

She bucked beneath him, concentrating with all her might on the elusive apex 
of orgasm, and suddenly she felt his cock flesh stiffen and jerk, spewing 
its stored-up juices far up inside the secret recesses of her gaping womb. 

But it wasn't enough. Oh God, why couldn't he satisfy her, and feeling the 
keen frustration of disappointment, tears ran down her reddened cheeks. 
Before she knew it, though, the police chief had fallen back to be replaced 
by .the contractor, a burly gray-haired man with. a powerful, well-preserved 
middle-aged body. 

Lifting her head up slightly she gazed down in between her widespread legs 
to observe his cock as he knelt before her. It was huge and thick, lined 
with powerful blue veins, and it jutted out from between his legs like a 
threatening spear, his testicles dangling beneath it like powerful balled 
fists. She knew it would be like a telephone pole ramming inside her, but 
all resistance and sense of morality had deserted . her, and she was ready 
for it now. 

"Yes, give it to me," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Ram it inside my 
pussy." 

"Damn right I will, baby. Damn right," he grinned, his lips bared back over 
his teeth. Gripping his hand around the inflamed organ he began to stroke it 
back and forth as she watched it growing in length and breadth before her 
very eyes. God, how much bigger could it get! She could never take it as it 
was now, but she needed it, she needed it with all her heart! 

"Come on, hurry," she rasped throatily. "Stick it in me quick!" 

The other men were on their knees around her in a tight vicious circle, 
their faces leering down at her, evil grins of malicious lust on their lips. 
They were practically panting as they watched the contractor preparing 
himself to fuck her. Quickly they swung into action, strong hands grasping 
her ankles and stretching her legs flat and wide apart, other hands pressing 
her shoulders down flat in the sand. Her hair-covered pussy was stretched 
wide apart, the tiny lips gaping eagerly as though desperately desiring to 
be fed with a thick bulging staff of male flesh. Slowly the contractor 
guided his cock forward until the quivering blood-filled head found 
the-opening of her cunt and then it rested there for a long tantalizing 
moment. 

"Go on, ram it in her, dad," the teenaged boy urged excitedly, watching his 
father maneuver his cock into position. His eyes were bulging, and he had 
grasped his youthful cock with one hand, rubbing the foreskin slowly back 
and forth. 

His father was grinning insanely, his face contorted with a raw lust such as 
she'd never seen before. Suddenly he flicked his hips forward and the 
bloated cock-head insinuated itself in between her cuntal lips so that they 
reacted with an automatic spasm, clenching tightly around the instrument. 
Another quick lurch and he was in deeper, bringing an otherworldly moan from 
Julie's throat, as she gritted her teeth sharply together. 

"Just you sit tight, baby. This ain't even started yet," she could hear a 
gruff voice warning her. "Shit, you got two more to go and then some. You're 
gonna have plenty of cock tonight, sweetheart." 

"Aaaaaaaaugh!" she moaned again as the cock sank an inch deeper inside her. 
Her legs kicked and her body squirmed but she was held rigidly in place by 
pairs of stocky hands and arms, and she knew there was no escape. She had no 
choice but to enjoy every second of the tortured splitting of her 
lust-swollen cunt. She was certain her cunt lips were going to be torn 
apart, her belly ripped asunder. The pain was unbearable, wracking her body 
like blows from bolts of lightning. 

The gray-haired contractor levered up on his knees, then came down hard on 
her with a thud, his grin widening as his cock seared deep up inside her 
pussy flesh. 

"Awwwwwwwww!" she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side. 

The rock-hard male cock sank in another inch, another excruciating inch into 
the tight wet chamber of her abused vagina. . 

"UMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH! AWWWWWWWGH!" she groaned, her head twisting crazily from 
shoulder to shoulder. 

Hot breath raked her naked sweating body as the men crowded closer, 
hypnotized by the brutal skewering of her loins. Through the dimness of her 
confusion she was aware of hands clutching and squeezing her breasts, 
clawing over every part of her flesh until she felt as though she were being 
attacked by predatory animals, trying to suck and scrape her flesh away from 
her bones.. 

She breathed and hissed frantically, her body bucking and jerking in a 
savage frenzy. Her sobbing struggles only seemed to excite her ravishers 
even more and they clawed at her with abandoned ferocity. The body of the 
heavy man above her crashed, down once agian, his cock plowing mindlessly 
into her brutalized cuntal passage, pressing great waves of her pink flesh 
before it, smashing even the last mite of resistance in her soul. It was an 
uncontrolled demon crawling around inside her, filling her every crevice and 
knotting her inner organs in tight fists that could not breathe or move. She 
thought the jerking pulsing rod would burst into her throat any minute if he 
didn't stop, so great was the pressure. It was ripping her soul from her 
body and devouring it in great gulps of depraved sensuality. 

Suddenly it began to jerk and twist with a life of its own entirely separate 
from the contractor's quickly-working body. With an enormous thud, his 
sperm-bloated balls slapped against her ass-cheeks as he groaned above her 
like a wounded animal. 

The head flexed inside her and she groaned uncontrollably, gnashing his 
teeth until she felt it flex again. 

"Cum, cum, damn it!" she begged him, her eyes wide with urging. 

In response he began sliding in and out with long smooth strokes and her 
groans became progressively quieter as she grew accustomed to the monstrous 
intrusion inside her. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, 
grinding his bludgeon-like organ into her naked loins, expanding the 
tight-stretched interior of her vagina until it fit him like a well-tailored 
glove. 

The men around her stared wide-eyed, unbelieving that the tight, tiny cunt 
they had seen before could swallow the whole of the enormous cock buried 
inside it. From either side,-in between her legs, fingers teased at her 
hair-covered cunt lips clinging tenaciously to the lust-bloated organ. She 
felt a finger from somewhere probing at her tightly clenched asshole, 
worming its way slowly into the velvety nether flesh. It curled like a 
corkscrew slowly enlarging the tiny opening until the palm of the invading 
hand lay spread against her ass-cheeks, the finger sunk deep inside. 

The contractor quickened his tempo now, with an agonizing bucking and 
jerking motion, ramming his cock quickly in and out of her hotly begging 
pussy. Her body and ass-cheeks ground helplessly' into the sand as her legs 
kicked and jerked against the hands restraining her ankles. The finger 
buried deep in her asshole began to piston savagely in and out, matching the 
rhythm of the driving cock above it. Tortured grunts and groans poured from 
her throat as sweat coated her forehead. 

The pain was miraculously diminishing and strange sensations of tingling 
excitement flooded her body to her very extremities. The -outrageous 
humiliation and debasement she was undergoing aroused masochistic delights 
inside her, which she could no longer deny. Her hips began gyrating in an 
abandoned tempo matching the increased speed of the cock and finger fucking 
into her. Hands from all around her groped to drive her on as leering faces 
peered down hungrily. 

"Aw! Agh! F-fuck me!" she crooned, her eyes darting about like those of a 
frantic animal. Hardened cocks were everywhere, quivering above her and 
pointing, poised at all parts of her body. No longer compelled to hold her 
down the men had begun stroking them in time to the bucking of the jerking 
woman's hips. She was surrounded by them, imprisoned by them and all the 
time the most magnificent of them was fucking into her, expanding the walls 
of her loins with each savage stroke. For a moment she remembered .that the 
curtain hadn't yet been opened and that her husband hadn't been able to see 
the degradation she was undergoing. She had almost forgotten the main reason 
why she'd allowed herself to do this. But there was nothing she could do, 
not now at this moment. She was a helpless captive against the lewd 
ravishment being inflicted on her by the four men. 

"God, don't stop, please don't stop!" she gasped quickly, her brain reeling 
and whirling as she rotated her upthrust ass faster and faster in lewd 
lascivious circles to keep pace with the monstrous cock flesh that was 
ramming ceaselessly into her. She could feel someone seizing her hand and 
placing his cock in it, and then her fingers automatically clasping around 
it and beginning to rub it back and forth in a maddening sensual rhythm. No 
longer caring what was happening, she stroked it faster and faster, feeling 
it bulging and jerking in her hand. 

Suddenly it jumped and as her eyes widened she could see quick jets of sperm 
leaping from its quivering head, raining down on her breasts like hail on a 
tarpaulin. At the same time, the massive contractor between her legs rolled 
his eyes and groaned and suddenly his cock shot off like a firecracker, his 
bloated balls forcing gush after gush of white-hot cum deep into her loins. 
She ground her naked crotch up tight against his pelvis, her nibbling cunt 
lips milking his penis clean until with a groan he fell back, his deflated 
cock popping out limply from her warm, sated pussy. 

Under his giant body, Julie sobbed with frustration. It just wasn't fair 
that she should be deprived of the climax she had fought for while these men 
used her body to satisfy their own selfish desires. Especially when Hank was 
having the time of his life on the other side of this strange aquarium, free 
to do what he wanted with all those women who'd clustered around him. It was 
the double standard again, and she thought she would never be able to 
conquer it. Then suddenly she remembered once again the whole purpose of why 
she was doing what she was doing. Opening her eyes, she shrieked' a command 
at the lust-crazed men around her. "Open the curtains, dammit. Now!" To her 
surprise she could see the mayor immediately jumping to her order and 
pulling the draw strings so that the thick velvet curtain slid wide apart, 
revealing a view into the other room. 

"Don't you worry about showing your husband," he chuckled. "We're not 
finished yet. No sir, not by any means." 

"You bet your sweet little ass," Haskins the police chief guffawed. "We got 
plenty more lead in our pencils." 

"W-what are you going to do next?" Julie demanded, her legs still splayed 
and thick streams of cum seeping out from her cunt and down the insides of 
her thighs. 

"You'll see," the mayor said. "Now get down on your hands and knees." 

"Yeah, just like a bitch sheep dog," Haskins grinned lewdly. 

Puzzled, she obeyed nevertheless, planting her knees in the gritty sand and 
supporting herself with her arms out in front of her. She suddenly felt the 
weight of the mayor behind her, his hands stretching wide the white cheeks 
of her buttocks. Immediately she assumed that he was going to take advantage 
of her the way her husband had done last week and was comforted by the fact 
that not much more damage could be done to her vagina now after what she'd 
been through. It had horrified her then, but now she didn't care at all 
after what she'd been through. "Now just you relax," the mayor comforted 
her. "You just take it nice and easy, even though it might be a little 
uncomfortable at first." 

Slowly, two of his fingers wiggled into her ass-hole and began squirming 
around inside, widening the tight little ring until she could feel a cool 
breeze rushing inside. She found herself squirming her buttocks back against 
his ministrations, her sphincter muscles clasping and unclasping in a 
rhythmic cadence. Tiny moans of pleasure rippled from her lips as his 
feverish manipulations increased in intensity, bringing to her sensations 
she had never experienced before. Her willpower seemed to be entirely 
drained as her excitement built, and she felt herself desperately desiring 
that he would ram his stiff male member inside as her husband had once done 
from that position. 

"Come on, spread your legs, sweetheart," he demanded. 

And automatically she could feel her knees sliding slowly apart on the 
gritty sand, expanding her anal passage wider and wider so that it could be 
abused by the man behind her. His finger continued to prod at the deep 
little hole as she winced, jumping forward slightly from the tense contact. 

It entered slowly, not hurting as she'd anticipated, but sending a sensation 
of surprised pleasure through her body as the finger wormed its way deeper 
and deeper into her rectum. With a sawing motion he began to draw it in and 
out, widening the tiny anus more and more. She cried out and grabbed the 
sand as though she were grasping for a branch to keep from falling off a 
cliff. He forced in another finger and this time it hurt. She winced with 
pain and tried to squirm away from the impalement, but the mayor locked her 
close to him with one hand tightly clasped on her hip. For a brief moment he 
was still, then his fingers began working together inside her once again, 
corkscrewing into her ass-hole without mercy, stretching the tiny-puckered 
hole until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. 

The other men watched in fascination at the cruel subjugation of this lovely 
young wife by the city official. Their jaws gaped with disbelief when 
suddenly Julie's flushed face began to show joy. Her mouth hung open and she 
began panting and mewling as the mayor's long fingers probed the depths of 
her ass-hole, and she rotated her buttocks back against his hand. "Goddamn, 
jam that hand up in there!" "Go to it, mayor. Cornhole that sweet little 
bitch!" 

"Waaa-hooo, can she move that ass!" 

The excited noises grew loud and boisterous as though they were all at some 
kind of b?rn dance, and they whooped and hollered mercilessly as she began 
to respond to the skewering of her ass with abandoned fervor. 

Suddenly she realized what the mayor was preparing her for. He was going to 
stick his cock in her rectum! No, he couldn't possibly have meant it, she 
thought as her mind raced like a forest fire out of control. That was a 
perversion so disgusting she could hardly imagine it. All the time she'd 
thought the mayor was just priming her with foreplay to enter her vagina 
from the rear, and she had to admit how much it had stimulated her. In fact, 
she was so aroused she could barely stand it any longer! She wanted his 
cock, that big bulging cock sliding into her pussy flesh, not back there. 

"Not my ass-hole!" she screamed back at him. "Don't fuck my ass-hole!" 

She could feel his fingers pulling out, the rubbery skin of her anus 
clinging to them and making a sucking hissing noise as her sphincters 
reluctantly released them. Then she felt him push the cheeks apart again and 
she cringed forward, grinding her breasts down into the sandy bottom of the 
aquarium. Any second she expected his bluntly throbbing cock to ram into her 
back passage, but to her surprise, she felt hisx hot breath raking the 
crevice between her ass-cheeks, his tongue flicking teasingly at the 
tortured opening. His mouth clamped tightly over " the hole next and his 
tongue thrust through, forcing a low guttural moan from her throat. The 
sensation aroused her to new heights of fervor, and she squirmed maddeningly 
before him. 

"Oh God. Go ahead. Stick it in. Go ahead!" she begged. "Hurry before I go 
insane!" 

As she wailed this cry from her lust-wrenched lips, he withdrew his mouth 
and moved his body up tight between the backs of her thighs, making her 
quiver with anticipation.' She felt, the mushroom-like head of Ms cock 
resting in the split between her buttocks, quivering as though ready to go 
into action any second. Supporting herself with one hand, she reached back 
betwen-her legs with the other and cupped his heavy balls in her palm. 

"Damn, she really does want it," she could hear the teenaged boy's excited 
voice. 

"Come on Julie baby, get the mayor's cock in the right place," the police 
chief bellowed. 

Julie's hand moved hesitantly from his lead-like balls to grasp the 
rock-hard cock. A sudden flash of fear shot through her as she perceived how 
long it was. It was even longer than the contractor's, though not quite as 
thicks And it was going inside her ass. God, she was really going to be 
split apart this time. She stroked it tentatively, trying to decide what to 
do. 

"Stick it in that hole, Julie," the mayor urged her. "Stick it in that hot 
little ass of yours." 

Her fingers trembling, she submitted to the mayor's command, holding her 
breath as she placed the quivering tip against her hairless opening. Feeling 
him begin to probe forward, she realized that her fears had been real, and 
that she had let herself be taken away by the heat of passion. It would 
never fit. Oh God, it would wreck her insides. His hips and knees wriggled 
around as he began working it slowly inside her, the head throbbing and 
making her ass-hole jerk wider. The pressure against the tiny opening was 
unbearable and something had to give way. 

Her rear muscles strained and suddenly there was a popping noise followed by 
a spasm of excruciating pain that made her twist her face down in the sand, 
her red tresses flying over her back from shoulder to shoulder as she did 
so. Her buttocks moved back savagely, her belly and back undulating like a 
crawling snake. Her jerking, bucking motions sank the rod of flesh behind 
her deeper and deeper into her anus until she was moaning and screaming like 
a banshee. The men watched with lewd grins on their faces as she tried to 
escape by jerking forward, but the mayor's hands were dug tight into her 
hips and he. was holding her locked to his loins. 

"AWWWWWWWWWGHHHHHHH!" she groaned from the pain, her face twisted and 
contorted from the ravishment of her virginal anus. "It's t-tooo big!" she 
cried. 

The mayor merely grinned and shoved into her without pity. 

"Start moving that ass back! Move it in circles!" he barked, as though he 
were giving orders to an assistant. 

Her eyes burned with tears of confusion and she could hardly think. There 
was no way to escape the brutal pain that was being inflicted on her by the 
mayor's long pulsating cock ramming into her ass-hole, threatening to rip 
her inner organs asunder. 

"Come on girl, push back," the police chief whooped from beside her. 

Suddenly she clenched her eyes tightly shut, gritted her teeth against the 
pain and did exactly as she was commanded, moving her buttocks back against 
the long bulging cock ramming into her back passage. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted madly as the monstrous shaft slowly burrowed 
deeper into her belly. She jerked forward quickly, unable to go through with 
it, but he was right up against her without wasting a second. 

With a quick forward flick of the hips, he buried his cock practically to 
the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass. The pain was like torture, 
searing through her belly and she fought savagely for a full minute longer 
against the brutal skewering until with a final groan she ceased her 
struggle. 

Rattling gasps heaving from his chest, the mayor began sawing rhythmically 
into her deep back passage, burying his rampaging instrument to the balls in 
her skewered rectum with each excruciatingly brutal forward thrust. 

Then before the unbelieving eyes of the crowd, Julie began grinding her hips 
backwards, rotating them in wide circles as she reveled in the cruel 
sodomizing of her ass. The grinning mayor slammed into her with hard 
pitiless thrusts, his lips bared back over his teeth, his nostrils flaring 
as he sucked in huge gasps of air. His face was contorted in a mask of 
delight as he stretched the pink flesh of her ass on the outstroke and then 
drove it back in hard on the instroke. 

Julie wagged her head from side to side, all the muscles in her body 
straining, the veins in her neck standing out in high relief as her face 
reddened and she crooned and wailed in the incomprehensible language of 
lust. Her hair tangled wildly around her face as her buttocks jerked and 
belly undulated. As the cock rammed into her, her body was flooded with 
spasms of masochistic joy that gave her a strange delightful pleasure. She 
wallowed obscenely in the lewd ass fucking, raising and lowering her hips, 
driving them back and forth like powerful pistons. She gasped in pleasure as 
his testicles smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, sending quivers 
of excitement through her loins. Behind her she heard the hard-driving mayor 
groaning and grunting each time he jerked into her, bringing moans and mewls 
from her own throat as he did so. She waved the whiteness of her ass back at 
him, desperate for him to shoot his sperm deep into her back passage. 

"OHHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" she groaned and gasped as he pressed forward as hard as 
he could, pulling her ass-cheeks wide apart to allow him to sink deeper and 
just holding it there. With one hand she reached back under her body and 
cradled his balls again, scraping her nails over them in a maddening teasing 
motion that brought saliva driveling down over her back. 

"Goddamn, she's movin' that ass!" the police chief gasped appreciatively 
from off to the side, as he stroked his hardened cock in lustful 
appreciation. 

Suddenly she felt another movement around her head and a pair of knees 
sinking into the sand in front of her. It was the teenage boy, the 
contractor's son, and he was gripping her temples tightly, forcing her head 
upward. Her gaze came level with the youth's stiff quivering cock that 
looked as though it was going to explode any minute. 

"Damn, suck me!" he begged. "Y-ya gotta suck me!" 

Quickly his thumbs were on her lips, prying them apart and forcing her mouth 
open. Before she even had a chance to think his white youthful cock had 
slipped in between her teeth. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" he groaned, throwing his head back. "Look, pop, she's 
suckin' me." 

As he gripped his hands even tighter against her temples, she winced with 
pain and humiliation. Finally she was being made to do what she had always 
detested, and she was doing it to a teenage boy. She was sucking his cock! 
Sucking his cock while the mayor fucked her ass from behind. She struggled 
in horror against this final humiliation, her mind desperately searching for 
some way to escape, just the way she had enjoyed everything else that had 
happened to her that evening. 

God, she hoped Hank was watching all this. She no longer cared about 
herself, but about humiliating him, about punishing him for what he'd done 
to her. 

"You baaaastard!" she screamed mindlessly, hoping that he could hear her 
outside the tank. From behind her, the mayor gave a monstrous effort, 
sinking his shaft even deeper in her rectum until she jumped forward from 
the sudden pain. Her face ran head on into the cock poised between her lips 
and it suddenly went deep inside her throat. She could feel its stiff 
pulsations against the insides of her cheeks, tiny droplets of prelum 
already seeping down her throat. She could feel his hips twitching as he 
fucked into her viciously, anxious to spew his youthful load of sperm down 
her throat. Julie gagged as his cock rammed halfway down her throat, the 
full length of it disappearing between her ovalled lips until only the very 
base remained protruding from the nest of his wiry pubic hair. She struggled 
for breath, her nostrils flaring, her face growing red. She could feel hot 
churnings of lust inside the fleshy instrument buried in her mouth and 
wondered if he was going to cum inside her throat. She fought mentally 
against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as he quickened 
his thrusts to match those of the mayor fucking into her ravaged ass-hole, 
never quite pulling it all the way out. but leaving a slight part of the tip 
beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth. 

Julie closed her eyes in humiliation as they buffeted her back and forth 
with merciless energy, using her body as a recepticle for their lustful 
desires. She was no longer human but a great mass of limp flesh unable to 
think or feel. Still, there was some deep instinct inside her, which made 
her appreciate what was happening on a basic animal level. The desire inside 
her belly flickered again, and as the mental picture of being skewered by 
two cocks from different ends danced through her mind, the desire began to 
flare up like a raging fire. She rolled her buttocks high up behind her in a 
pulsating circular movement, tightening her sphincter muscles around the hot 
staff of flesh impaled beneath them. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her 
belly again with torrents of hot male sperm, until the sticky fluids ran out 
of her ass-hole and trickled maddeningly down the insides of her thighs. 

Her cheeks puffing and hollowing, she began to suck fervently on the 
throbbing cock buried in her mouth, her tongue swirling wildly over and 
around the blood-filled head, feeling it twitch and throb inside her throat. 
She wanted the horny teenager to cum inside her throat now, God how she 
wanted it! 

It was the first time she'd ever tasted a cock, and she explored it 
hungrily, her tongue flicking at the blood-filled head, slowly gliding into 
the tiny slit at the end of the tip. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth, to 
swallow and feel it pouring down her throat to meet the sperm that would 
soon be shooting into her entrails from behind. She wanted it to run through 
her body in great gushing torrents. 

Behind her the mayor was fast building toward his climax, bucking into her 
harder and faster in a wild frenzy, battering his hips mercilessly against 
the quivering cheeks of her ass with a leathery smacking sound. 

His hands gripped her tiny waist, his fingernails digging deep into the soft 
flesh, bringing a cry of resistance from her throat that was immediately 
muffled by the cock buried deep in her mouth. She moaned incessantly at the 
dual ravishment of her loins as the teenagers reached down underneath her 
and began squeezing her breasts in a frantically building rhythm. His eyes 
were aglow with savage delight and he threw his head back as she sucked 
hungrily on his bulbously pulsating cock. 

The mayor pried her ass-cheeks as wide apart as they could go, smacking into 
her with resounding thuds as sweat dripped from his face onto her undulating 
back and his breath rattled in his throat with the effort of keeping up with 
her madly pistoning body. 

Julie worked with dazed passion, licking and sucking crazily at the youthful 
cock skewering her mouth. Her saliva began to grow sticky as a tiny emission 
dribbled from its tip, leaving a pungent salty taste that she swallowed 
hungrily, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a tense, quick rhythm. The 
boy's hips were jerking and straining below her bobbing head, his fingers 
tightly tangled in her long red tresses, pulling the hair at the roots in 
his mad desperation to reach orgasm. 

Suddenly as her loins spasmed inwardly, Julie felt the cock in her mouth 
stretching and expanding until it made her cheeks puff up with air. She 
moaned and mewled and swallowed, sucking it in until it brushed against her 
tonsils, as though she were trying to make it join with the blunt instrument 
screwing into the depths of her asshole from the other end. 

The boy's muscles suddenly stiffened as if his body had been charged by an 
electrical current and he jerked his hips tight against her face, the full 
length of his cock burying itself in the depths of her constricted throat. 

"Awwww yeah, I'm gonna cum!" he wailed, his eyes rolling up toward the 
ceiling. 

Desperately, Julie sought to breathe through her flaring nostrils, wheezing 
and gasping and nearly choking on the boy's expanded cock flesh that grew 
and pulsed inside her mouth. Suddenly, his sperm rocketed forward in quick 
sharp jets, flooding the depths of her throat as her cheeks filled with air 
and her Adam's apple bobbed madly up and down. She sucked and swallowed with 
crazed gulps, but still fountains of white creamy sperm poured out between 
her lips and dribbled down her chin, dripping slowly into the sand. The boy 
abruptly pushed back on her shoulders, and fell backward, overcome by the 
ecstacy of having cum in a grown woman's mouth. His cock was still joined to 
her lips by tiny thin strands of cum, but she licked them clean, hungry for 
every ounce of salty male fluid that she could swallow. 

With the teenager laying useless in front of her, she arched her back low 
and waved her buttocks high in the air, screwing them feverishly back on the 
great plunging cock that threatened to rip out her insides. She felt it 
throb suddenly and knew this could mean only one thing. 

Her thighs and buttocks were swept wide apart in one last crushing lunge as 
the mayor shoved the full throbbing length of his cock into her 
wide-stretched rectum, jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh 
like the talons of an enraged eagle. Julie screaming, muttering guttural 
groans, her lips moving and mouth working as incoherent grunts poured from 
her body. Suddenly with a jerk the mayor's cock began spraying hot jets of 
sperm deep into her anal passage. 

"OOOOOOOOOH!" she shrieked out her release as his orgasm flooded her body 
like a gigantic tidal wave. She screwed her buttocks back against the 
frenziedly jerking cock, feeling her body explode into a thousand shards as 
it ripped up inside her. His cum backed up and seeped around his cock, 
spewing down the backs of her legs in free-flowing rivulets as she ground 
and writhed, her teeth gnashing, her fingers clawing madly at the sand. One, 
two, three, the jerks of his cock came until finally it was all over and he 
withdrew the deflated organ from the crevice of her ass with a popping, 
hissing sound. Immediately she fell forward, her arms sliding out until her 
belly and breasts crushed against the sandy bottom of the tank. In her state 
of sated exhaustion she thought she could hear gasps and murmurs coming from 
somewhere outside the aquarium, but only when she turned her head toward the 
glass wall on the outside could she see that a crowd had gathered and that 
they were eyeing her with amazement. Her body froze as she realized she was 
the center of their attention, and then she quickly closed her eyes. Where 
was Hank, she wondered, as the ecstatic experience of what she'd done had 
begun to wear off, leaving her with only shame and humiliation. She needed 
him desperately, she had to find him. Groping for her clothes which had been 
scattered about, she collected them and hurried toward the door leading out 
from the aquarium tank, immediately receiving the answer to the question she 
had posed inwardly, for Hank was standing right in the doorway. 

She fought back the tears as she approached him. 

"Hank, I'm sorry. I wanted to teach you a lesson. I didn't know it would be 
like this." 

But immediately, she could see that his attitude hadn't changed at all. He 
was looking at her with a frozen stare on his face. 

"I can't hear a word you're saying," he spat bitterly at her. "As far as I'm 
concerned we're finished." 

"Hank, please, I want you." He laughed hollowly and sneered at her. "Want 
me? What for? I've only got one cock to fuck you with." "Hank, please!" 

But it was no use. She could see that he wanted nothing to do with her. He 
had merely come to humiliate her one last time, as though she hadn't been 
humiliated enough in one evening. 

And giving her one last look of disdain, he turned away and left her sobbing 
naked in the doorway. 

 Chapter Nine 

Hank Peterson stirred his martini with his finger as he paced the floor of 
his heavily carpeted living room while Julie sat impassively on the couch. 

"Well, it's all over now. Our marriage is finished, and my career is 
ruined." 

His nervous pacing reflected the jumble of thoughts in his mind. Everything 
seemed to be whirling kaleidoscopically in his head until he didn't have the 
slightest idea of what to do next. Recalling the party at Tomley's house he 
remembered how enraged he'd been after seeing his wife take on four men and 
actually enjoy it, but for the past several days he'd been reflected on the 
matter and realized that she had done it to punish him because he had let 
himself go with Myra Wilson. It was the first time he'd ever had sex with 
anyone else but his wife, he knew, but why did he have to pay such a heavy 
price for it? Of course it had all been planned, not down to the minutest 
detail, but Tomley had planned the scenario nonetheless, and Hank felt 
extremely bitter about it. He'd had half a mind to leave Julie stranded at 
Tomley's house, but when he saw the pitiable state she was in standing at 
the edge of the parking lot, he had wheeled the car toward her in reverse, 
jammed the brakes on, and opened the door, driving her home, even though he 
hadn't really wanted to. All the way home he'd been trying to contain his 
viciousness, but still he'd been waiting for her to say something, anything, 
that would give him an excuse to vent his anger. She hadn't, though. She had 
just sat beside him in the car, trembling and looking forlorn, and in spite 
of his bitterness, he hadn't mentioned a word about the evening and what 
they'd done. 

Now, though, it was time to smoke the matter out into the open, for he 
wasn't going to hold it in any longer. 

"Well, what are we going to do, get a divorce?" he said, trying to remain as 
calm as he could. 

"I think we should talk things over first. It happened because of both of 
us, not just me." 

"I wouldn't have happened at all if you had just relaxed and given me the 
kind of sex I wanted. We would have been perfectly happy." 

"So, you're going to blame it on me?" she protested, rising from the sofa. 
"Well, if you do that you're just being a fool. I can't help the way I was 
brought up. You forced me to do all those disgusting things." 

"I forced you? Listen, Julie, you didn't look like you were being forced to 
do anything, not for one minute. Sweetheart, you had a great big smile on 
your face when those two guys were doing it to you from both ends." 

"Stop it, stop it!" she hissed. "You were the one who insisted that we go to 
that party in the first place. I only went to pay you back for what you did 
to me." 

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. 

"Do you realize that everything is ruined now? I'll have to leave the center 
and I'll never be able to get my doctorate. Damn, if you just hadn't wanted 
a job so badly, everything would have been all right." 

"Oh, you can stay and get your doctorate all right. There's nothing stopping 
you. but you'll have to get it alone, I'm leaving." 

Hank's anger rose at his wife's self-righteous words. If there'd been a 
little understanding between the two of them in the beginning none of this 
would have happened, and their marriage would be going on an even keel now. 
It still bothered him that she had let herself go with Tomley and those 
other men, but wouldn't even think of repeating those acts for him. The rift 
between them had gone too far, and there was no way to heal it now, he was 
thinking to himself, when the doorbell suddenly rang. Hank set his glass 
down on the mantelpiece of the fireplace and went to answer it only to find 
Ralph Tomley looming in the -doorway, a pleasant smile on his face. 

At the sight of him, Hank felt his face flushing, a violent rage seizing the 
pit of his stomach. He had a good mind just to tell Tomley to go to hell, 
but before he could muster the courage, the director simply brushed by him 
into the center of the living room and greeted Julie warmly. 

"Hello my dear, I just wanted to check up on you to see how you were. I 
always do that with new couples after the first meeting. I hope you enjoyed 
yourself the other night." 

"Oh, she enjoyed herself," Hank cut in sarcastically. "After all. it isn't 
every day a woman takes on four men." 

"Of course not," Tomley reprimanded him. "That's what makes it interesting. 
And I certainly didn't see you doing anything different from your wife, 
Peterson. I won't tolerate any of this nonsensical puritanism. You both 
enjoyed yourselves and you're both afraid to admit it. That's the' most 
ridiculous thing I've ever heard." 

"Well, my wife certainly enjoyed it, but of course not quite as much as she 
enjoyed her little session with you in the board room. She's been raving 
about that for days." 

Julie gazed at her husband horror-stricken at his ' words, then her gaze 
moved to the broad-shouldered director, who was smiling confidently. 

"Peterson, I'll overlook your sarcasm for the moment, because I think I know 
what the problem is. And if you'll get me a drink, I'll go about 
straightening things out." 

"Sure, Dr. Tomley. Anything you say. A martini?" His voice was dripping 
sarcasm, but the expression on his face was one of extreme pleasantness. 
Julie, for her part, squirmed uneasily on the sofa, wondering what in the 
world was going to happen next. In a moment she found out as Hank handed the 
director a drink and he took a hefty sip. 

"Ah, nothing like a martini to straighten the head out," he sighed, 
polishing it off quickly and setting the glass on the mantelpiece. "Now, 
let's get on with straightening out this marriage. Julie, I want you to come 
with me." 

He spoke in a no-nonsense voice, motioning toward her with his hand. 

"W-what do you mean?" 

"Oh now don't be ridiculous. You know exactly what I mean. I'm taking you to 
the bedroom." 

The young redhead could hardly believe her ears. It was one thing to have 
been tricked into going to the swap party the other night, but it was quite 
another for Ralph Tomley to walk in the door uninvited and insist that she 
got into her own bedroom with him. His audacity was incredible. She looked 
desperately over to her husband for help, but there was no response except 
for a bitter smile on his face, which suddenly enraged her. 

"How can you do this?" she hissed at him. "How can you let another man come 
into your home and take your wife?" 

"Oh, I'm sure Hank doesn't mind," Tomley said. "It's all in the spirit of 
fun after all." 

Julie's green eyes blazed with anger, and suddenly she made up her mind that 
she was no longer going to protest,. She was going to let Tomley' do 
whatever he wanted - just to humiliate her husband, to pay him back for his 
self-righteous attitude. 

"Come on, Julie, let's not diddle around," the director said gravely, 
leading her off to the bedroom, as she cast one last hostile glance back at 
her husband. 

"I hope you realize I'm only doing this to get back at my husband," she said 
to Tomley once they were inside with the door closed. 

"Of course, my dear, of course. Now get those clothes off." 

Julie obeyed mechanically, and the two of them undressed at the same time, 
her eyes fixing on Tomley's cock which was already rigidly erect and jutting 
out between his legs. 

"Now we'll have to put on a good show, so we can get him in here," the 
director said. "That way all three of us will have some fun and he'll come 
to his senses. Now stretch out on the bed there. " 

Following his command, Julie lay flat on her back, her legs spread slightly 
apart, her arms outstretched. Mounting the mattress on his knees, he gripped 
the backs of her thighs and levered them upward, bending forward to clamp 
his mouth over her vagina. He began a slow nibbling motion with his tongue 
until he could feel the warm lubricated juice beginning to flow and then his 
tongue began spearing in between the tiny dilating lips at a quicker tempo, 
bringing a subdued groan from her throat. 

"You'll have to do better than that," he admonished her. "We want to attract 
his attention.". 

Bending down to her loins again, he flicked his tongue against her tiny 
clitoris until her thighs ground against the mattress and she began 
breathing heavily. 

"Ummmh, like that, Ralph. Oh yes, suck me!" 

She spread her legs wider, giving him greater access to her cunt, and for 
the first time could feel genuine charges of pleasure pulsing through her 
belly. His face was tight against her, his tongue flicking like' a racing 
lizard inside her, bringing back all the memories of the things the men had 
done to her at the party. She was surprised to find how fast she was growing 
horny, when before it would have taken almost hours to get her to this 
state. And now in the cold light of reason, she realized that she could 
never go back to what she had been before-that her prudish morality would 
only be a false pretense, since she no longer believed in it. 

"Deeper, deeper, stick your tongue in deeper," she begged him. Her head 
tilted back, her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her head began to roll 
from side to side, her white teeth glistening as her lips bared back over 
them. 

For a long while Hank had remained immobile, leaning against the fireplace 
mantel and calmly sipping his drink, but now the noises from the bedroom 
were growing louder and louder and he couldn't help hearing them. The cries 
of his wife sounded intense and passionate as though she was enjoying 
whatever was happening to her. And though he tried to pretend he wasn't 
interested at all, he could feet his cock swelling inside his pants and 
slowly rising to greater and greater size. 

He wanted to punish her, and she wanted to punish him, and it was beginning 
to dawn on him that the whole thing was ridiculous. Who was benefitting 
after all? It was that old lecher Tom ley who was getting the goods now and 
enjoying it thoroughly, while he and Julie had been sulking and brooding for 
days. What kind of life was that? 

There was an answer to the problem, he realized, of course. And the answer 
was to just take things as they were, to adopt the attitude that both he and 
his wife should enjoy their sex lives to the fullest without imposing all 
sorts of old fashioned limitations on one another. But would it work? They 
had both been raised so differently. Why not, he asked himself? There was no 
use sticking to a puritanical moral code that had been outmoded long ago. 
The thing now was to get as much experience as possible and enjoy it to the 
fullest. 

Besides, the cries of his wife from the bedroom were convincing him very 
quickly that he'd better mend his ways, and so should she. Setting down his 
drink, he resolved to walk in there and get what was coming to him, and if 
she didn't give it to him for some reason, well she could just go to hell 
and they would go their own ways. He approached the bedroom door and put his 
ear to it to listen. 

"Now," his wife begged the other man. "Stick your cock in me now! I need it. 
Oh God, how I need it!" 

"You'll get it my dear. Right now!" Tomley responded. 

As Hank listened, he could hear a creak of bedsprings and a sudden 
high-pitched cry from his wife's throat, and then there was a slapping 
thudding sound, mingled with hot heavy gasps and groans that were making his 
cock bulge even harder inside his pants. Slowly, he pushed the door open 
until he could see what was going on inside. 

Tomley was leaning over the bed at an angle, pitching his hips frantically 
forward and back as he rammed his cock into Julie's cunt. Her legs were 
clamped tightly around his buttocks and she was digging her heels into his 
ass-cheeks to spur him on, all the while a litany of other worldly . groans 
coming from her throat. Tomley's buttocks .flexed and hollowed, his powerful 
arms supporting himself against the mattress, his feet planted solidly in 
the carpet. His head was bobbing back and forth as he thrust rhythmically 
into her, groaning and snorting as his muscles tensed to spew out his 
orgasm. 

Hank moved closer into the room so that he could view the scene from the 
side. His wife was madly massaging her nipples, her mouth wide open, her 
eyes glazed and rolling in their sockets. Her belly and hips bucked and 
jerked with each animal-like thrust of the director's cock into her'pussy. 

Damn, she really had become a whore, and all this nonsense about her never 
repeating what had happened at the party was just so much bull. The 
incredible thing was that his anger had completely disappeared and he could 
even accept the fact that Tomley was screwing her without jealousy. In fact, 
to see her stretched out on the bed like that with another man's loins 
pumping into her cunt actually excited him, and he was suddenly overcome 
with a powerful desire to do lewd, obscene things to her. 

He watched as she gritted her teeth and suddenly spread her legs wide 
raising them high in the air so that her feet pointed upward at the ceiling. 
Gasping and writhing, her body jerked in mad spasmic palpitations, and all 
of a sudden, Tomley above her let out a fierce gutteral groan that sounded 
almost like a death rattle. His cock jerked and twitched, his hips slammed 
madly up against Julie's pussy and suddenly it was all over. 

In a matter of seconds the director had withdrawn his limply glistening cock 
and wiped the-forehead from his brow. 

"Well, Peterson, you have one hell of a wife. I must admit that. I'd keep in 
good shape if I were you, otherwise you'll end up with a heart attack." 

But Hank was paying hardly any attention at all to the director's words, for 
now he was quickly stripping his clothes off, his eyes riveted on the 
gorgeous woman splayed out on the bed - the woman who happened to be his 
wife. He was sure now that she wasn't going to resist him or give him any 
kind of lecture on morality, and his cock jumped playfully at the thought. 
For the first time in a long while he was really going to enjoy having sex 
with her. 

Behind him, Ralph Tomley slipped into his clothes with a contented grin on 
his face and disappeared out the bedroom door, confident that he was not 
going to lose a promising young couple like Hank and Julie Peterson. Hell, 
he'd solved their problem for them and had a good time himself. What more 
could anyone ask? 

As for Hank, he .had jumped on the bed beside his moaning wife and pulled 
her head toward his outward jutting cock. 

"It's about time we got this far," he said. 

"It's so big," Julie murmured. "I'll never be able to take all of that in my 
throat." 

For a moment her eyes danced teasingly at him, and then she gripped his hard 
male flesh, slowly running her fingers up and down over the foreskin as he 
tried to restrain himself from suddenly blowing his load. 

"Suck me sweetheart," he commanded. "Suck me now." 

"Ooohm how could you ask me to do such an obscene thing?" she laughed, and 
repositioning herself on the bed slowly slipped her lips over the bulbous 
mushroom head, her tongue swirling out around it as he moaned in blissful 
satisfaction. 

Their problems were over now, she thought. They would be able to have 
enjoyable sex whenever they wanted with each other, and when they got bored 
they were always free to go to one of the club meetings. It was a damned 
good idea I had to apply for that job, she smiled inwardly, and then she 
began to concentrate fully on satisfying her husband. He was never going to 
be frustrated again. 


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