The Daughter-In-Law Volume II
by Blake Simmons


PREFACE 

The Daughter-In-Law is the second book of a two-part series dealing with the 
Russell family, a wealthy, potentially secure family unit. In the first 
book, Blake Simmons examined the changes that occurred in the life-styles of 
some members of this family, as they served to represent an element in 
America that is becoming a threat to the security of the family unit. They 
began their decline by preying on others' insecurity, and this was the 
prelude to subsequent changes within this family. Their actions created an 
insecurity of a different nature in themselves, and they begin to prey on 
each other. Whether the net results make it possible for the family members 
to understand their own immorality, and thereby prevent their 
self-destruction, is left to the reader to decide. The important point is in 
showing the circumstances which lead to the final dissolution and the 
resulting effects. For when such incestuous relationships develop in family 
life, it can cause such a relationship to exist. Understanding these 
incidents may serve to prevent such immorality from becoming an accepted way 
of life. 

Perhaps the single most important element in this story centers around 
materialism. If American society places heavy emphasis on materialistic 
values, instead of on basic human needs, such characters as Valerie and 
Linda Russell will always be found. Their understanding of the enterprise 
system is a distorted viewpoint which results from their own inability to 
see the true nature of this type of value system. Their minds are products 
of misunderstanding, and they both in their own way grasp at material 
comforts without regard to human values. Valerie uses her body to get what 
she wants, while Linda hangs onto a bad marriage out of fear of losing her 
comforts. Their total disregard for anything else eventually puts them at 
the lowest end of the human scale, and they are forced to wallow in their 
self-imposed fates. 

Mr. Simmons has drawn a vivid picture of moral decay in the Russell family 
with raw and honest brutality. Although they are fortunately not the typical 
family in the mainstream of American life, they represent the potential 
downfall of the normal family when conditions of materialism, without 
thought to human values, are placed in the forefront. For this intimate and 
detailed expose of the inherent dangers in the promotion of such conditions, 
the published gratefully acknowledge the author's contribution to and 
foresight in illustrating this modern phenomenon. Without such examinations, 
these conditions may never be defined or subsequently eradicated. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER 1 

Brigit Andersen hurried out of the house and got into the car without even 
noticing the spectacular sunset. The Pacific Ocean stretching to the horizon 
was a dark blue with pink highlights, but she was only interested in getting 
away before Grant or Valerie Russell had something else for her to do. It 
had been too busy a day as it was, and she had been planning to get out for 
the evening from the moment she realized it was possible. 

Friday night was not a usual night off for Brigit, but whenever the Russells 
planned to go out, she asked for the night off. If they said it was okay, 
she didn't wait around for them to change their minds. That evening, she was 
particularly anxious, as she hadn't spent an evening with Roy since he had 
moved with his employers from the neighborhood two weeks ago. Being 
Scandinavian, she didn't like going that long without sex, but this was her 
first opportunity to get together with Roy in the new house. 

Roy was a butler-caretaker for the Thomases, and Brigit had met him when 
they lived in a house just a block away from the Russell home in the 
Meadows. It was convenient for her to walk down some evenings to visit Roy, 
but then the Thomases moved from the Meadows district to a new home at the 
Point. She didn't really mind the change, as it meant only that she had to 
borrow the car she always used to do the shopping. Besides, Roy had told her 
on the telephone that the new house was much larger, and that his quarters 
were separated from it. That meant that she could visit him at any time 
without worrying about the Thomases being around to interrupt them. In the 
old place, she had to go through the main house to get to Roy's room, and if 
the Thomases were at home, both she and Roy felt uncomfortable. So the new 
setup sounded fine to her. 

She reached the stone stanchions that marked the Meadows district and 
stopped before turning right on the highway heading south toward the Point. 
She began to relax a little, once on the highway, as she was then certain 
that she was free for the evening. She was always glad when Grant and 
Valerie went to a "gathering," which was Grant's polite way of describing 
the wife swapping group he and Valerie belonged to, instead of their having 
the group into their home. 

On those evenings, which seemed to Brigit to be occurring more and more 
frequently, she always had to work. Although on those evenings she usually 
was only required to answer the door, she didn't like the work involved in 
getting the place ready for the group. She was glad she didn't have to hang 
around the party room after things got going, as she didn't like being an 
observer of something she'd just as soon participate in. At least she would 
like to get involved in the sexual activities. The occasions when Grant and 
Valerie would provide special entertainment turned her stomach. She had felt 
bad when Grant had used the wife of one of his theatre employees to 
entertain the group. Brigit was sure that the young manager's wife would 
never have allowed Grant to touch her if he hadn't been her husband's boss. 
To Brigit, that was forcing unwilling people into something they wouldn't 
normally do, and therefore, it was wrong. She had gotten so upset seeing the 
man carrying his hysterical wife out of the house that evening, she had 
nearly quit working for Grant. 

She slowed the car down to make the difficult turn onto the narrow road that 
led through a thick grove of trees to the Point. The road had always been 
difficult for her to drive on since the first time she had been on it some 
twenty years before now. At first, she had wondered why the property owners 
hadn't improved the road, but as she later discovered, they left the road 
rustic, as a testimony to the exclusivity of their area. Only the very rich 
could afford to live on the wooded acres of the Point, and the few homes 
were all isolated on large parcels of land jutting out into the wild 
Pacific. 

The car was barely moving as she drove past the familiar gate along the 
right side of the road. Through that gate and past a grove of trees was the 
house of her first employer, Grant's father, Howard Russell and she had to 
stop and think about how long it had been since she had last been in his 
house. It had been just after Grant had moved into his own house in the 
Meadows and she had gone there with him, but she wasn't quite sure how long 
that had been. However, she could vividly remember the first time she went 
to the Howard Russell's residence twenty-four years previously, and that was 
a time she would never forget. She was only twenty-one then, and she had 
been in America just a few weeks before she went to apply for the job as 
nursemaid. Mr. Russell was only a couple of years older than she, and she 
remembered how she had been tremendously impressed by the obvious financial 
success he was having. It was quite unbelievable to her at that time. 

When she first met him, her speech was more Danish than English, and she had 
been directed to the job by an American friend of her dead father. Her 
country was still recovering from the effects of the war when she left for 
America, and with her mother and father gone, she didn't feel any ties to 
the old country. But her young, blond Scandinavian good looks covered a 
basically naive little girl beneath, as she had spent the occupation years 
living underground, constantly sheltered from the world around her. Yet, in 
spite of that, and although she was still a virgin that day she went to 
interview for the job, Brigit knew right away what additional duties she 
would be expected to perform. Mr. Russell, even then had a forceful way 
about him, and though her English came with great difficulty, she understood 
that he wanted her for himself as well as a nursemaid to his child. 

She squirmed her buttocks down against the seat of the slow-moving car as 
her memory filled with the images of the events of that first day in Howard 
Russell's home. She had been there ten minutes when he sent a driver to get 
her belongings and move her into the house. She had met Linda Russell, who 
was young and beautiful, though she looked like she would deliver at any 
minute, and Brigit could recall how she had recognized immediately that 
things weren't right between the two of them. But she had convinced herself 
that she needed to have the job, and she was willing to take any 
responsibilities that went with it. 

She had been happily arranging her room next to the nursery when Howard paid 
the first of what subsequently became frequent visits. She could remember 
how awkward and embarrassed she had felt when Mr. Russell began to undress 
her. He had smiled very kindly at her when she told him that she had never 
been with a man before, but he had kept removing her clothes very slowly. 
She later recognized that her subservient attitude had been the result of 
the effects of the war years, but at that time, she only knew that she had 
to satisfy her employer. She could vividly recall how scared she had been. 

When he had removed everything but her bra and panties, he had stopped to 
carefully study her voluptuous young Scandinavian body. She had never 
weighed very much, but her body was full and shapely, her slightly tanned 
skin smooth, soft, in contrast to the cheap white material of her 
undergarments. Her silky blond hair hung down several inches past her 
shoulders when it wasn't tied up in a roll on top of her head. But her good 
looks were completely overshadowed by the striking appearance of her full, 
round rigid breasts and firm youthful thighs. Howard didn't waste a minute 
in removing the remaining garments from her body, and what they had covered 
proved to be every bit as enticing as he had suspected. 

Her twin mounds of firm young breasts pointed straight out, the nipples at 
the tips pink and tiny, like young buds ready to burst forth. Beneath the 
flat plane of her belly was the small triangle of smooth blond pubic hair, 
curving sparsely into the tantalizing frame of her firm young thighs. The 
pink folds of her virgin vagina were clearly visible beneath the thin blond 
hair covering, and there was an open space beneath the vagina even though 
her legs were tightly held together. Her whole image was so innocently 
sexual, that Howard had held off touching her for a full minute, and she had 
stood stiffly at attention, afraid that she maybe didn't please him. 

She had begun to think she was going to lose the job, when he had suddenly 
leaned forward, placing his open mouth hard against one breast, and she felt 
the sensation of his warm tongue licking her nipple erect for the first 
time. Her relief and pleasure came over her simultaneously, but she remained 
still, waiting for him to guide her in his taking of her virgin body. His 
mouth sucked and pulled and nipped at her breast, filling her with the 
strange new sensations of passion. At the same time, she felt his hand run 
smoothly down across her belly toward her naked vagina, and she tensed in 
anticipation of its contact with her aroused clitoris. She had not been 
totally unfamiliar with the pleasures of sex, as she had often fondled her 
own little pussy with her fingers, but no man had ever before touched her 
there. When his middle finger slowly parted the soft blond pubic hair and 
spread the warm, fleshy lips of her vagina, Brigit felt a moment of panic, 
but that feeling was quickly consumed by the electric sensation that bolted 
through her aroused body as his finger pressed into the throbbing young 
nerve tip. She didn't know then how brutal Mr. Russell could really be, but 
instead, her mind was absorbed by the new feelings she was experiencing 
herself, within. If any thought had passed through her mind, it was that 
fact that she was being intimately fondled by a man she had been hired by 
less than two hours before, but all that really mattered was simply that she 
was finally going to be fucked like a real woman. 

Where she was from in Denmark, it was almost a crime to still be a virgin at 
the age of twenty-one, but the Nazi occupation had at least temporarily 
changed the normal conditions, while she was growing up. She knew that she 
had been missing an important part of living, and she was prepared to take 
whatever Mr. Russell would give, no matter how frightened or nervous she 
became. 

She remembered how weak her knees had felt as the man had continued 
massaging her hardened clitoris. The full excitement had been so great, she 
nearly had her legs buckle right out from under her. But before it happened 
he had picked her up bodily, and carried her to the bed. 

She had lain there completely naked on the cool sheet, a little embarrassed 
by her openness, but calmly watching him as he hurriedly stripped off his 
clothes. She didn't start shaking until he had gotten down to his 
underpants, and the huge bulge of his erect penis suddenly came into her 
vision. She had never before seen an erect penis, and she had no idea that 
it would be so big. The rubbery flesh of the purple-colored tip looked the 
size of a fist, and the thick veins running along its length seemed to be 
throbbing visibly. Brigit, in her youthful innocence, couldn't imagine 
getting such a large rod of flesh inside her tiny, virginal vagina, but at 
the same time, the thought of it throbbing deep up in her womb excited her 
tremendously, even though it made her nervous. 

Mr. Russell stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, smiling at her, but 
she could see a sign of red lust in his eyes, flashing like other men's eyes 
she had seen staring at her. Only this time, it was different, because she 
was lying on a bed, naked and ready to let him do as he wished with her 
helpless young body. She had her thighs clenched tightly together when he 
knelt down on the bed, and he took her ankles in his hands to spread her 
legs out wide. She felt her face redden slightly as her vagina too was 
stretched slightly open to his lusting gaze, but she didn't have the chance 
to look at his face for long, as he quickly leaned down and kissed the blond 
fuzz on her quivering lower belly. For a moment before he moved, Brigit had 
a brief look at the huge swollen flesh of his cock protruding like a great 
staff from the dark tangle of his pubic hair. Then she quickly forgot about 
her fear of its size as his tongue wetly moved across her belly and began 
probing down into the soft folds of her moist young vagina. 

That jolting sensation of his tongue darting out against her clitoris was as 
vivid to her here in the car twenty-four years later as it had been then. 
Her whole body seemed to lurch off the bed as the powerful sensation slammed 
through her every nerve, to ignite a burning pleasure she had never before 
known. Up until that moment, she hadn't made a sound, but as his mouth 
clamped down into the tender flesh of her virgin pussy, she let a deep moan 
issue from her open mouth. Her own sound startled her, and she feared that 
it could be heard throughout the entire house. She was afraid that someone 
might come and interrupt the wonderful pleasure that her new employer was 
giving her, so she consciously tried not let out any noise again. His teeth 
nipping at her clitoris felt too good, and she didn't want anything to keep 
him from continuing. She closed her eyes tightly to let her mind concentrate 
fully on the hot, saliva moistened flesh licking at the sensitive lips of 
her vagina. 

Time had lost all meaning to Brigit, so she didn't have any idea how long 
Mr. Russell continued to nip and pull and suck on her clitoris, but then she 
felt his tongue slowly move down the silky hair-lined slit to the wet, 
virginal opening of her womb. When his tongue probed into the tight moist 
flesh, she voluntarily spread her legs out wide to get more of the fantastic 
pleasure he was giving her. His mouth was pressed hard against her vaginal 
lips, and his tongue seemed to push its way up inside her passage, until it 
was deeply buried in her womb. 

"AAAaaawwwwhhh! " she gasped briefly, while trying to contain the moan that 
she wanted to scream out. The air in her lungs seemed to suddenly force its 
way out, caused by the bolt of excitement that started deep inside her 
belly. The pleasure was far greater than she had ever imagined it would be, 
and she marveled at the way his tongue seemed to stretch way up inside her 
helplessly clasping vaginal passage. She began to rhythmically grind her 
buttocks into the mattress as the maddening tongue drove incessantly up 
inside her vagina. 

His tasting of her moistening young sexual fluids went on until he could 
contain his lust no longer, and he raised his head up from between her 
wriggling thighs while at the same time grasping her long legs to bend them 
out wider. 

She opened her eyes to the sight of her employer's lust-incited penis 
pointing directly at her exposed vagina, but as much as she wanted it inside 
her body, she couldn't control the overwhelming fear of its tearing her 
apart. It was like a column of jerking, throbbing flesh made ready to plunge 
into her belly as a blunt knife of fire. The head end appeared to throb into 
a life of its own, as she saw the dilated slit at the tip grow large with 
tiny droplets of seminal fluid rolling out. Mr. Russell was holding her legs 
up in the air as if to lift her clear off her bed, and she could feel the 
cool air of the room flowing past her saliva-moistened vagina and down the 
widespread crevice of her firm young buttocks. Her total nudity plus the 
fear of his huge penis made her tremble nervously as he gradually shoved his 
hips forward, until the smooth, purple-headed instrument made contact with 
the fleshy folds of her helpless, upturned vagina. 

Somehow she had gotten the notion that the rubbery tip was hot enough to 
burn her pussy, but the mild coolness she felt was in marked contrast to the 
heat in her own flesh. He pressed his long rod against the tight opening of 
her vagina for a moment, then he leaned forward across her body suddenly, 
clamping his mouth against her taut neck as the weight of his body came 
against her nakedness. He had released his hold of her legs, and one hand 
was squeezing into the soft flesh of her full breast, while the other hand 
held his long shaft pressed tightly against her open groin. Without 
hesitation, he began to run the huge swollen head up and down the soft 
hair-lined slit of her pussy, parting the warm fleshy lips in lewd 
preparation to his entry of her tight young cunt. 

The pressure of the hard instrument against the virgin opening of her cunt 
made Brigit grow tense from the anxiety of the pain she knew would surely 
come. She thought her flesh was ripping apart from the steady increase of 
force as his hips pushed forward with more and more strength. The pain in 
her groin grew to ever-greater proportions as her vagina resisted the blunt 
force of the fleshy hard cock, until suddenly, her whole body seemed to rip 
in half as the giant head pushed into the tight, restricting, small passage. 

"AAAAAaaahhhhh!" the young Danish girl had groaned her agony out loud as the 
pain seared through her body. She couldn't control her voice any longer, and 
she cried out a plea for mercy. But she didn't realize that Howard Russell 
was beyond hearing her, or that she had made her plea in Danish. She was 
trying desperately to fight off the pain that tore at her insides, and that 
one thought occupied her total mind. She squirmed her buttocks back away 
from the ramming instrument, but she was held tightly by the strong grip and 
weight of his body. After a moment, when the initial shock of entry had 
subsided, she realized that only the head end of his huge cock had pushed 
through the tight resisting opening between her legs, and terror took over 
when she imagined how painful the rest of his entry might be. 

"AAAAAawwwwggggggg!" She screamed, as the force drove into her vagina 
continuing with unrelenting pressure, the blood-filled column expanding her 
tight passage to its thick round size. With slow sureness, it pressed in, a 
millimeter at a time, and each move seemed to Brigit to be more terrible 
than the last. She was convinced that she could never retain her 
consciousness with the giant instrument buried up inside her, and she 
struggled with the fast-draining remainder of her strength, for what she 
felt was a lifetime, lost in her panic as she was. The initial thoughts of 
pleasing her new employer by satisfying him sexually no longer mattered. She 
wasn't interested in doing anything except getting away from the painful 
pressure down between her legs, but her struggle was hopeless. She didn't 
have the strength left in her body to resist anymore, and she gave up 
fighting the pain. She relaxed, letting the huge rampaging cock just fuck 
her into oblivion. 

"OOOOOooooohhh! OOOOOOOhhhhh!" she yelled out, when the suddenly 
unrestricted instrument plunged quickly up the remainder of her wide 
stretched cunt, completely filling her womb. Howard's groin crashed hard 
into her widespread vagina as his cock submerged in the glove-like flesh to 
the maximum depth. Brigit didn't move at all, from fear of the pain she knew 
would come, as she thought for sure that the instrument was going to pierce 
the walls of her lower belly. She felt as though her whole body was hung 
limply on a giant staff of flesh stabbed into her womb, and that at any 
moment it was going to push farther up to tear the rest of her body in two. 
But it didn't go in any further. It just stayed throbbing in her helplessly 
stretched cuntal passage like an animal at rest before going after a meal. 

Slowly she became aware of the other parts of her body which were still very 
much alive. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, the steady beat 
transmitting up through her breast to the hairy chest pressed down against 
them. The taut nerves in her neck were reacting to the tiny nips of his 
teeth, and she realized that her arms were wrapped tightly around his body, 
holding him to her body like Nature would hold the earth. She knew that the 
storm was over, that the aching in her womb would gradually stop, and the 
pleasure that she knew would follow was again filling her thought. 

"Ooooohh!" she exclaimed suddenly in mild protest, as Howard flexed his 
tightly wrapped penis to expand the head buried deep inside her womb. The 
pain wasn't nearly as bad as Brigit had imagined it would be, and the 
continuing expansion of his swollen penis began to bring a new sensation 
throbbing wonderfully through her belly to replace the pain. It was like a 
form of a final commitment of dedication to her new job, to be filled with 
the throbbing penis of her employer. It was the sexual encounter that she 
had been seeking, hoping to have for as long as she could remember. She 
refocused her senses away from the searing pain of his entry to the 
pleasurable sensation that was slowly beginning to rebuild in the depths of 
her burning womb. 

The young Danish girl drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to 
screw her stretched vagina up against the fuzziness of his pubic hairs. As 
she arched her hips up slightly, Howard withdrew his long cock from her 
womb, and she could feel the hard column resisting his exit when only the 
head end remained inside. She lifted her skewered groin up to him, afraid he 
might take it all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again into the 
depths of her wet passage. She could feel the rubbery flesh tip parting the 
walls of her vagina as it slid down inside her, and her cunt closed tightly 
around the thick cock, the nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of 
its form to her brain. She hung suspended on every moment of his long 
downstroke, feeling that time pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis 
pressed into her vagina she felt the twin sacs of his balls smack lightly 
against her now voluntarily spread buttocks. The sensation was wonderful for 
Brigit, and she opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next 
plunge even nicer and deeper. 

Again, Mr. Russell pulled back with his hips to withdraw his excited cock, 
and as he slammed into her clasping pussy with a faster motion, his balls 
slapped hard down against her tiny puckered anus. 

"Aaaahhh!" she shrieked from the weird sensation that came rippling up her 
spine. His balls were stirring with the pressure of sperm inside them, and 
she could feel their life throbbing as they hung down against her naked 
anus. The pain of his first entry was completely forgotten, and all she 
could think of was to be skewered again and again by the hard hot flesh 
inside her womb. Even the aching had subsided to the point of being 
overtaken by the pleasure of his fucking into her. He began the steady 
rhythm of sawing in and out of her vagina as it had been done ever since man 
first appeared on the earth. The driving motion of his long, thick penis 
sent ripples of pleasure with ever-increasing intensity through every part 
of her passion aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching 
her hips up as he drove forward on the downstroke, and pulling back as he 
retreated. It was proving to be a beautifully satisfying experience for the 
young Brigit and the demands that her employer was placing on her did not 
concern her then. 

She had been young and innocent on that day, and she was completely unaware 
that it was going to prove to be the beginning of many demands that Howard 
would eventually require of her. It had been the start of her falling into a 
trap that she would have avoided if she had guessed where it led, but her 
first sexual experience was too important in itself for her to be concerned 
about possible consequences. 

The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Mr. Russell's 
already-large cock seemed to grow larger as his fucking became faster and 
faster His moistened column slid with greater ease in and out of her tightly 
grasping cunt, the walls of her passage wrapping and squeezing over every 
part of its throbbing shape as it stirred her to greater heights of 
pleasure. The swelling pounding work in her cunt seemed to go with more 
urgency as the tempo increased. As his cock plowed deep inside her womb, 
their pubic hairs tangled together, only to separate again as it withdrew to 
plow in once again. Brigit felt her whole body become a part of her hungrily 
clasping cunt, as the sensations were reaching out into her every nerve to 
create greater and greater excitement. She had never imagined it could be 
such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge, fleshy rod pounding 
crazily into her belly. The frantic rolling motion of their bodies fucking 
on the bed made her mind whirl with tiny electric stars that bounced and 
exploded as her passion became higher. They appeared and disappeared like 
charges of energy from her excited nerves, dancing through her whole being. 
She drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and 
tightening the muscles in her white thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful 
cock that skewered with tremendous force in her fiery, hot cunt. 

She felt as though her body was completely freed of any resistance to 
pleasure, and she had added sensations streaming from her loins that she 
wanted, but couldn't identify at first. Then, she realized that Mr. 
Russell's hands were exploring other sensitive parts of her body, and a 
rippling flash of raw pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger 
probing into her nakedly exposed anus. She sensed her embarrassment at being 
so open to a strange man, but the idea of what was happening made her even 
more excited for its sheer lewdness. She kept thinking over and over that 
she was being fucked, that she was being finally fucked by a man. When his 
finger suddenly pushed inside her tight resisting anus, the tiny pain was 
nothing compared to the sensations of total surrender she felt, and she 
began bucking wildly to have her groin pounded into pieces by his giant 
column of throbbing flesh. 

Her belly started jerking uncontrollably as she felt the head of his 
screwing penis swell up larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going 
to start spewing out hot liquid at any moment, but the growing spasms in her 
own belly were the focus of her attentions now. She thought she was going to 
have her insides exploded all around by the hot bursting sensations that 
followed the jerking in her womb. Then, suddenly, his huge cock sank deeply 
inside her burning cunt, and the head seemed to fill her like an inflating 
balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms when she felt the first hot 
stab of liquid moving up the length of the long thick cock like a great 
roaring wave, to burst out and crash searingly into her hot sucking womb. 

"OOOOOooooohhhh! OOOOOooooo! AAAwwwwwwwggggg!" She screamed out her ecstasy 
as the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt with hot, 
sticky cum from his own climax. She could feel every drop of the liquid 
bursting out of the giant swollen tip, and the sensations were so tremendous 
that her whole womb exploded in response to the pleasure. She jammed her 
groin as tightly as possible against the jerking cock inside her, and her 
contracting cunt erupted with her own joyous cum. 

"AAAAaaaawwwwwwwggggggggg! " 

Her scream echoed around her head as the explosive searing passion in her 
body soared to a pinnacle of delightful pleasure. She sank her fingernails 
into the back of the man above her impassioned body, and pulled him down 
hard against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm 
flesh, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot instrument of pleasure at 
every tiny opening to her body. She arched her spread buttocks up to receive 
all of the squirting hot fluid she could get, and her own sticky white cum 
gushed up her contracting passage over the jerking thick cock to spill out 
around its hair-covered base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned 
buttocks. It seemed to go on and on forever until her body was completely 
drained of all its fluid. 

Brigit could still remember all of the special sensations that she had 
experienced that first time. The strange feeling of their mixed cum running 
warmly across her anus and down the crevice of her buttocks to make a great 
pool on the bed, had stuck in her mind ever since. Of course, after that 
first day, Howard Russell had done many things to her that were all new, but 
for some reason, that first experience always stayed foremost in her mind. 
Perhaps it was because at that time, she didn't know he was a cruel bastard, 
as she had only known him for a few hours then. She had learned quickly 
about his demands on people, and even though she could never reject him when 
he visited her for sex, she resented the fact that she had become so 
dependent on him. She had felt sorry for his wife, Linda, from the start, 
and in many ways, Brigit could understand why Linda had rejected him. It 
was, of course, ironic to Brigit that Linda was not only Grant's mother, but 
she also was more of his nursemaid than Brigit had ever been. She quickly 
learned that at least inside their home, she was primarily responsible for 
being convenient to Mr. Russell's sexual needs, and not a maid for their 
son. The first time Brigit realized that Linda was completely aware of her 
relationship with her husband was the first time Brigit became aware of what 
she had really been hired to do. She accepted her position as much out of 
sympathy for Linda as for her own needs, and she knew then that she had been 
caught up in a trap that led nowhere. When Grant was a teen-ager, Howard 
Russell's visits to Brigit became less and less frequent, then finally, they 
ceased altogether, as Howard found younger girls to play with. For two years 
before Grant moved into his own home in the Meadows and Brigit went with him 
as his maid, she didn't see Mr. Russell at all. She knew that it had been 
his plan for her to go to work at Grant's home, as he had no more need or 
desire for her. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she had 
developed an intense loyalty to Howard Russell. She wasn't conscious of it, 
but if at any moment he made a demand of her, she could and would willingly 
do it. 

Brigit stopped the car as she became aware of having driven past the 
entrance to the Thomases house while daydreaming about the past. Turning in 
her seat to back the car down the narrow road to the driveway, she felt the 
dampness up between her legs. Her thoughts had made her excited, and so she 
hurried along the drive that took her to the Thomas home, and to Roy. She 
wanted him to fuck her right away. Her daydreaming combined with the two 
weeks of not seeing Roy made her more anxious than she had realized. 

The Thomases house was situated well back on the property, as most homes on 
the Point were. It was a large, rambling structure that appeared to have 
been built so as to not disturb the surrounding trees, and beyond the house 
was a slight slope to a cliff that dropped down to the crashing Pacific 
Ocean. She turned the car toward a building that was obviously the garages, 
and she could see the stairs up the side of the building which led to the 
apartment above, just as Roy had described it to her. 

As she parked the car, Roy appeared at the top of the stairs, and she got 
out and ran up to greet him. Roy was a couple of years older than her and 
had been a bachelor all his life. He was rather set in his ways, as he had 
been in the Merchant Marine for years before he retired to go to work on the 
land. He only stopped going to sea because he had put the necessary time in 
to collect a pension, and then had met Victor Thomas through a mutual 
friend. The job that Victor offered him sounded ideal to Roy, and he left 
the Merchant Marine and hadn't been back to sea since. 

"What do you think?" Roy said, motioning around at the property. He liked 
the new place because it was so close to the ocean. 

"Looks like more work to me!" Brigit replied, smiling. She knew it was the 
location that Roy was talking about, but she kidded him anyway. 

"Hell, you know I never have much to do, anyway! " he said seriously. He 
held the door to his quarters open and motioned to her to go inside. 

She was always surprised at how neat Roy kept his place, but she hadn't 
expected it to be as nice as it was. The place was like a one bedroom 
apartment, but Roy had it fixed up to look like the inside of an old sailing 
ship. In the center of the living room was a low table made from a hatch 
cover and carefully polished to a brilliant shine. On the table was waiting 
a bottle of chilled champagne, and two glasses were placed neatly beside it. 

"That's just to celebrate the new place!" Roy quickly exclaimed, noticing 
Brigit's expression of pleasure. He went to the table and picked up the 
bottle, holding it out to her. "What do you say?" 

"Fill it up!" she replied, slipping her coat off. She was really happy to be 
with Roy again, and she knew that the evening was going to be just as she 
liked it. She began undressing as Roy uncorked the bottle and poured out the 
bubbly liquid into the glasses and was stripped all the way down to her bra 
and panties by the time Roy had handed her a glass. 

"What do we drink to?" Roy questioned, holding his drink up in the air. 

"Let's drink to us," she said quickly, and they both clinked their glasses 
and downed large swallows and started to set her glass down when Roy stopped 
her. 

"Wait a minute! We should also drink to Victor Thomas for providing us with 
the privacy we need for our fun and games." Roy was smiling broadly as he 
drank down the remaining champagne in his glass. 

Brigit drained off the liquid in her glass, then she turned around for Roy 
to unfasten her bra. "I've always wondered why the Thomases never got 
involved in the "swap gatherings" when they lived in the Meadows. Do you 
know why, Roy?" Brigit asked curiously. 

"That young wife of his keeps him pretty busy, I guess," Roy replied while 
removing her bra. He slid his hands around her ribs and grasped her full, 
round breasts as she let the bra fall to the floor. "Just as well for him," 
Roy continued casually. "He's working for Grant's old man, you know. That's 
why he was able to buy this new spread at the Point. Mr. Thomas is the new 
chief attorney for Russell Enterprises." 

Brigit wasn't quite sure she had heard what Roy said, as her thoughts were 
preoccupied with his fondling of her breasts. She turned around to face him. 

"Did you say that your boss is working now for Howard Russell?" she asked 
seriously. 

Roy had already started to remove her panties, and he let them fall down 
around her ankles before answering her. He was always anxious to see the 
smooth-skinned texture of her shapely body, and he never could get over how 
young her body appeared. He thought she looked more like thirty than her 
actual forty-five years. 

"That's right." Roy finally said, but he wanted to get off of that subject 
and down to business at hand. He started removing his own clothes after 
motioning for Brigit to refill their glasses. "Fact is, Mr. Thomas is over 
visiting with Howard Russell right this minute." Roy added, to finish the 
conversation. 

She forced her attention to the pouring of the new drinks. For just a 
moment, she had to satisfy her natural curiosity about Howard Russell's 
business activities, but then she forgot completely about it, since her own 
personal needs were more important to her, and certainly more pressing right 
now. 

 CHAPTER 2 

Seated halfway on the edge of the big comfortable chair, Linda Russell 
sipped on her one drink, listening very attentively to her husband and 
Victor Thomas discuss dry business matters. She didn't really care about 
their conversation, but she felt she had to put in a formal appearance for 
the benefit of Howard's new chief attorney. She was ready to leave the room 
from the moment Victor did arrive, but she conceded to having one drink with 
them before retiring. Victor had come over without his wife Beverly, so to 
all outward appearances, he seemed seriously involved in company problems 
with Howard now. Linda had been through these conversations with many of 
Howard's employees before now, and this one was just as boring as the last 
one. 

Once she was sure that no financial disaster was about to occur, for she 
could imagine no other reason for his business to enter their home life, 
Linda would only listen for the opportunity to break into the conversation 
so she could excuse herself from the room. This evening, Howard and Victor 
were so engrossed in the wording of a contract that Linda gulped down the 
remainder of her drink and stood up from the chair. Without saying word, she 
turned to quietly leave the room, but her movement stopped the discussion 
long enough for Victor to rise out of his arm chair. 

"Please sit down," Linda said quickly. "You must excuse me, I have many 
letters to write. Don't let me interrupt your discussion. It's been a real 
pleasure meeting you," she added, nodding toward Victor. He bowed politely 
to her as she left the room without making further comment. 

Linda closed the door to the library behind herself, and she walked in an 
even pace across the hall, to the stairway. She moved like a model 
practicing a walk, while balancing books on the top of her head, but with 
Linda, the smooth motion could only be described as sinuous. Her face always 
had the appearance of a proud little girl, the quality of being unsure of 
her pride, and that mixed with the slender lines of her body made her very 
enticing to look at. Her maturity did not show on the surface, and for that 
reason, she always had a very youthful glow. Her sandy hair was kept short, 
and it blended well with her sharp features and long tapering neck. Her walk 
suited her, as her gracefully sleek body was like that of a high fashion 
model. Yet she was curvy and soft beneath her expensive clothes. 

At the bottom of the stairway, she looked around herself quickly, then ran 
up the stairs two at a time. Moving fast, but quietly on the plush 
carpeting, she entered the room directly above the library where Howard and 
Victor were still talking. Locking the door, she crossed the room to the 
corner where a thin grating ran along the lower wall. It was part of the air 
conditioning system that Howard had ordered installed when the house had 
been remodeled a few years previous. It was also like a public address 
system for any and all conversations in the room below, and Linda would 
often go to it after she had left the library, to see if anything was being 
said about her. 

She wasn't really a snooper by nature, but her vanity sometimes got the best 
of her. She had an insatiable desire to know what people thought of her, and 
it stemmed from her own insecure feelings about herself. She fully expected 
Victor Thomas to say something about her to Howard, and she wanted to hear 
just what he said, that was all. 

Linda turned the chair near the vent so that she could make herself 
comfortable while listening to the conversation in the library below. She 
wasn't at all surprised to hear them still talking about the contract 
wording, as Victor was new to the company, and would be expected to try to 
make a good impression on his new boss. But Linda knew Howard too well to 
believe that he only had Victor over to discuss some contract. She knew that 
the conversation would change soon, and she was ready to wait until 
something was said about herself. She didn't have to sit and wait too long. 

After a few minutes she could hear Howard moving to the bar and pouring 
fresh drinks. Victor was talking all the time, but then Howard said 
something she couldn't quite catch, until Victor stopped talking. 

"That's what I pay you for! You wouldn't be a good attorney if I could sway 
your opinion!" Howard's voice boomed up through the air vent. Linda 
recognized Howard's old tactic of offhandedly complimenting someone before 
he asked for a favor. Somehow these favors he requested always came out 
sounding like an order which must be carried out. 

There was silence for a long moment, and she thought they were sipping at 
their drinks. She pressed her ear closer to the vent, to be sure they 
weren't whispering, and satisfied, Linda relaxed to wait for the 
conversation to continue. 

"Are you settled in your new house?" Howard asked after a moment. He was 
turning the talk to a more personal level now. 

"Yes. Well, Beverly has been wanting to make some changes, but that will 
come with time," Victor answered. What he meant to say was that he couldn't 
yet afford to make changes in his new home. 

Howard was aware that Victor had overextended himself by moving into the 
Point area, and that was exactly the sort of thing that made Howard happy. 
He liked his employees to be dependent on their jobs. Howard, of course, had 
power in many different ways, but he especially liked to have people 
dependent upon him for his money. When he hired Victor, he knew that Victor 
would instantly put himself into a situation, such as this house, that made 
him easy prey for Howard. If Victor lost his position with Howard suddenly, 
he would have difficult financial worries. Victor had been relatively 
conservative with his money until he married his young wife. Then everything 
changed, as Beverly was a real demanding spender who could make Victor do 
just as she wanted. Howard saw this in Victor's wife, and it was just the 
sort of situation that he could really appreciate. 

"Yes, I'm sure she could do a lot for the place," Howard agreed. "Care for 
another drink?" he asked, to change the subject. He walked slowly over to 
the service bar he had in the library. 

Linda listened carefully and intently as Victor took the drink from Howard's 
hand. She was getting impatient, and was going to leave her listening post 
if they didn't say something about her soon. 

"I'm going to send Grant to New York to take care of a transaction for 
theatre equipment. You might give him a call tomorrow and see if he needs 
any legal advising before he leaves," Howard said seriously. Victor nodded 
his head affirmatively as Howard continued. "My son has had a tendency 
sometimes to forget that he works for an organization. He probably won't 
think to contact you." 

"I'll call him first thing in the morning," Victor promised quickly. He knew 
how Grant was, and didn't like it, but he wanted to keep his feelings about 
Grant from Howard. After all, it would be wrong to go against the boss's 
son. 

"Good! Then there is one other thing I would like you to do for me," Howard 
went on. He paused for a short moment, as if to reflect on the correct way 
to phrase his request. 

Linda leaned closer to the air vent, afraid she had possibly missed 
something more that Howard had said. But she heard only silence for a 
moment. Then Howard's voice again boomed up through the vent. 

"I'll need you tomorrow evening for a brief errand. Do you know Grant's 
wife, Valerie?" Howard sounded quite business-like in his inquiry. 

"Yes, I met her once. We used to be neighbors in the Meadows," Victor 
responded as if to justify for Howard his knowledge of the woman. 

"Good, good! Then you know where she lives." 

"Yes, I do." 

"Well, I'd like to have you contact her in the evening. Tell her that you 
and I need to discuss some legal matters with her at my house. You can pick 
her up and bring her here. I'll take care of the rest." Howard talked as 
though he were dictating a letter to his personal secretary, and he could 
see the astonished look on Victor's face. He didn't care, as he knew that 
Victor would do exactly as requested. 

"Certainly, Howard. Are there any papers you'll need from the office ... 
anything I can prepare?" Victor asked. He wasn't sure what to make of 
Howard's command, and he thought there was something that he had forgotten 
about. He tried to remember if Howard had discussed her with him before now. 

"Just her! Tell her anything you like, but be sure she gets here by ten 
o'clock." Howard said forcefully. He didn't want to discuss any details with 
Victor. The less Victor knew, Howard thought, the more he'll want to know. 
"Can you take care of that for me, please?" Howard asked, his tone a little 
more polite than it had been earlier in the conversation. 

Victor was thinking as fast as he could, but he didn't understand what 
business Howard might have with his own daughter-in-law. Whatever it was, 
Victor knew he wouldn't particularly like it, but he knew, too, that he 
would do anything Howard asked of him. Victor's employment contract with 
Russell Enterprises wasn't legally in force until after a six-month trial 
period, and he needed and wanted to keep his new job. "At ten o'clock?" he 
verified, wanting to be precise. 

"Or earlier," Howard said, and he grinned at Victor. He could see that 
Victor didn't understand his purposes at all. 

Victor remained silent for a moment until it finally occurred to him what 
Howard was really after. He didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't 
imagine any other reason for Howard's lewd, self-satisfied grin. He decided 
to test his new theory. 

"Can I bring anything for your wife?" he inquired, but his expression was 
worriedly questioning Howard's need for assistance. 

Howard laughed loudly before answering Victor's remark. "You needn't worry 
about Linda. I don't!" Howard said casually, but he winked at Victor in a 
gesture of secret shared knowledge. 

Victor recognized that his guess had been correct. Howard was planning 
something for Valerie, and most obviously it was Howard himself. What amazed 
Victor more than anything else was that Howard wasn't concerned at all by 
Linda's possible reaction. In fact, Howard didn't seem to care if Linda was 
around or not! He didn't say so, but Howard's look told Victor that Linda 
wasn't really involved closely with him in any way but by name. 

Linda moved away from the air vent, wondering what Howard had in mind for 
Grant's wife. She couldn't believe that it would be anything good, yet she 
certainly didn't think it could be more than some type of need for 
information concerning Grant. Naturally, Howard would use Valerie to get 
information on Grant's activities. But, Linda couldn't help wondering why 
Howard wanted Victor to bring Valerie to the Point house. It would certainly 
be much simpler for Howard to talk to her directly, and especially since 
Grant would be leaving for New York. Linda tried to reason out why Howard 
was involving Victor in such a simple errand when Howard could merely drop 
in at Grant's home in the Meadows. Then she remembered that Howard didn't 
ever want to go to the Meadows house unless Brigit, the maid, was off work 
for the evening. 

Linda was very much aware of Howard's past involvement with Brigit Andersen, 
but she had nothing but pity for her since she was only a maid. Linda 
measured values in terms of relative comfort, and it was only Howard's money 
that kept her living with him as his wife. When she and Howard were first 
married, Linda had expected her life with him to be somewhat commensurate 
with their social standing, and she had been raised to believe that 
upper-class people maintained a high morality standard. Linda's family had a 
name in the community, but thanks to her father's incompetence in handling 
the large inheritance from her grandfather, they had little money. In fact, 
the family would have been totally broke if her father hadn't quit trying to 
enlarge the inheritance with his bad investments. Before Linda's parents 
died, they had spent the remainder of their money on keeping up an 
appearance of established wealth, and it had been Howard's money that 
finally buried them in the style they had expected in life. 

Howard had actually married Linda for the entree her family's name would 
provide in the business circles of the community around them. It was 
marrying respectably, and he had used his opportunity well. Howard was a 
lean and shrewd dealer before the age of twenty, and he only required the 
association with respectability to put his talents to work in the direction 
he wanted to take. His holdings were worth over a million dollars by the 
time he was twenty-one, and from then on he could only go up. His tactics 
were ruthless, but before anyone could realize this, he had gotten out of 
their reach. He had made it on his own underhanded merits and through the 
open doors that Linda's paternal name provided. Their marriage was a failure 
from the beginning. 

Linda's notion of marriage had been based on a romantic ideal she had seen 
in the movies, and Howard had played the game well when he was courting her. 
Their sexual involvement before the wedding had amounted to nothing more 
than good-night kisses and occasional feel-ups of the accidental-on-purpose 
variety. Their first night together after the wedding had been a rude 
awakening for Linda, and Howard's treatment of her had been something more 
than gentle. He had fucked her beautiful body with all the urgent animal 
passion that he had contained for the many months of their engagement, and 
Linda never quite got over it. It had been painful, but more than that, it 
was humiliating for her, and she resisted the natural passion in her body 
ever since then. Howard always treated her roughly, and after a time began 
to think of her merely as another possession. Her lack of response to his 
lovemaking frustrated Howard, and when she became pregnant with Grant, he 
stopped thinking of her as a bed-partner. 

She had been particularly cold in their lovemaking the evening she told him 
she was pregnant, and that had been the last time Howard ever bothered her 
in bed. He kept her around because she was the mother of his son, and that 
was the extent of it. When Howard hired Brigit Andersen, he had already 
hired and fired another two "live-ins" and Linda had been surprised that the 
young Danish girl lasted as long as she had. 

The arrangement actually pleased Linda, as long as the appearance of her 
marriage was maintained, and Howard was too shrewd to have it any other way. 
In the privacy of her home, Linda was happy that she didn't have to face 
Howard in bed, and she couldn't care less about his extramarital activities, 
since they at least kept him far away from her sexually. 

The focus of her life had been the raising of her son Grant, and she 
showered him with the additional attention that otherwise would have gone to 
Howard. This at times had brought accusations from Howard of her making 
Grant into a mother's boy, but Howard was too involved with the management 
of Russell Enterprises to do much about it until Grant was much older. Then 
Howard sent him off to school, and later bought him the house in the 
Meadows. In fact, Grant never knew that Howard had arranged for his first 
encounter with the opposite sex, by paying a girl to let Grant take her. 
Linda never knew about that arrangement either, and she couldn't prevent 
Howard setting Grant up in a house of his own. After that, Linda stuck 
around for the comfort of the life that Howard had provided, as he had never 
let her have any money of her own. She didn't know any other way to live, so 
she stayed with Howard, all the time nursing a resentment for him. 

Still reflecting on the conversation, she listened in on it further still 
through the air vent. Linda decided that Howard wanted Valerie to come to 
the Point so he wouldn't have to see Brigit Andersen. Once Howard had 
finished with Brigit as a sex partner, or anyone else for that matter, he 
generally made it a point to avoid that person. But for Linda, that still 
didn't explain what Howard had to do with Valerie. Linda didn't like 
Valerie, mostly because she was married to her son Grant, but she also 
thought of Valerie as a leech who only wanted to share in the Russell's 
money. 

Walking into her bedroom, Linda felt somehow that Grant was being put in 
some kind of danger, and she then decided that she must do something about 
it. She made up her mind to see Grant early in the morning, to warn him of 
his father's plan to use Valerie. 

 CHAPTER 3 

Grant hung up the telephone, and stared blankly at the papers spread out on 
his desk before him. He was still a little tired, and he stretched out his 
arms above his head, to yawn. Then he picked through the papers to pull out 
the ones that Victor Thomas had just told him to take. He was surprised that 
his old neighbor was now the chief attorney for Russell Enterprises, and 
Grant wondered if he had been completely out of touch with the business the 
past few weeks. The phone call from Victor had been the first he had heard 
of Victor's employment with the company. 

"These are the only papers I can find, sir." 

Grant's thoughts were interrupted by his secretary's entrance into his 
office, and he took the papers she held out to him. 

"All right! I think I have everything now, everything I'll need. Did you get 
my reservation for the flight?" Grant asked her before she left his office. 

"Yes, sir. Your flight leaves at six this evening. They're holding the 
ticket for you at the airport." 

"Fine. If there isn't anything else, I'm going home to pack. I didn't expect 
to have to work this Saturday, or to make this damn trip, either." Grant was 
forgetting that his secretary had to come in on Saturday as well. 

"Well, there is one other thing, sir. We've had a want ad running for an 
usherette at the Mar Vista Theatre, and interviews are supposed to be held 
at one o'clock this afternoon. The assistant won't be in until five to open 
up, and we still haven't hired a new manager. So no one will be there to 
handle the applicants." 

Grant remembered that he still hadn't replaced Bill Compton at the Mar 
Vista, and he had to laugh to himself as he was reminded of the incident 
with Bill's young wife. "Why can't the assistant handle the interviews?" 
Grant asked his secretary. 

"He hasn't had a day off in weeks, sir. Tonight is the busiest of the week, 
so I don't think he's willing to go in so early." 

Grant thought about it for a moment and decided that interviewing young 
girls-wouldn't be so bad after all. "All right. Guess I'll have to take care 
of it myself," he said, knowing that she wouldn't have to call the assistant 
now. Grant looked at his watch and saw that he didn't have much time to 
spare if he was going to get to Mar Vista by one. "You better stick around 
until two, in case I'll need anything at the theatre," he added as he stood 
up to go. He could see the disappointment in his secretary's eyes, but he 
didn't care. If he was going to go to work, so could she! 

As Grant got into his car to make the drive to the theatre, his thoughts 
returned to the events of that morning. He was glad that the party the 
previous night had broken up earlier than usual, as his father's call had 
come early that morning. It made him a little angry when he thought how 
Howard had waited until the last minute to tell him about the trip to New 
York. It meant that all of his plans for the weekend were finished, because 
his father always expected him to leave a day early, to be ready for 
business on Monday. He thought about what he might do in New York on Sunday, 
and tried to think of the name of a play he had recently read about. If he 
could get a ticket, he decided he should go see whatever its name was. 

As he pulled up in the front of the theatre, Grant noticed only one girl 
standing by the front entrance. He parked the car quickly, then fished in 
his pocket for the master key as he walked toward the girl. She was leaning 
up against the door, her shapely young legs crossed at the ankles. Grant 
looked at the miniskirt she was wearing, not failing to notice how it 
accented her sexy young body. He guessed she was about eighteen or so, but 
the expression on her cute face told him immediately that she was r 
experienced. 

"You're here about the usherette job?" Grant asked as he approached the 
girl. She moved from the doorway, and he immediately unlocked the door and 
walked inside. 

The girl didn't say anything, but followed him inside and across the lobby 
to the manager's office. Grant held the curtain that hung in front of the 
office door aside for her, and she walked on in ahead of him. He followed 
her, leaving the office door ajar slightly. 

"Not much response to the ad," Howard commented as he motioned for the girl 
to sit down on the couch in the corner. He walked over to the desk to be 
able to look at her from the best possible angle. She sat with her legs 
uncrossed, and he could clearly see the white lace of her panties that 
covered her firm little ass. 

"There were two other girls waiting," she said, looking directly at his 
eyes. She knew she was being looked at by Grant in just the way she wanted. 
"I sent them away. Told them I have already gotten the job," she added, and 
she smiled openly at Grant. 

Grant started laughing out loud at the girl's bold and honest statement. He 
couldn't help but like her attitude, and looking at her, he saw that she was 
smiling in accent to her statement. Her long brown hair hung straight down 
around her face, and she lifted her hand to pull back a loose strand with 
her middle finger. She moved slowly and purposefully seductive, and Grant 
thought that she was putting it on a little too heavily. He decided to make 
her come across with action, and he suddenly wanted to fuck her like he knew 
she had never before been fucked. That should show the teasing little bitch. 

"Okay. You told them you already had the job, but how do you know the 
uniform will fit? Uhhhh...." Grant added questioningly. 

"Susan!" 

"Okay, Susan. Suppose you try it on?" Grant smiled as he saw her raise her 
eyebrows slightly from surprise. But then she returned his smile. 

"Here?" 

"Why not?" Grant realized that she was willing to go along with his request, 
at least to a point. He stood up, and without saying any more, he went to 
the closet and pulled out a uniform that he figured would fit her 
approximately. When he turned around to hold it out for her, she was already 
standing up and pulling her blouse off. He dropped the uniform on the arm of 
the couch, and stood silently where he was, to watch her. 

It didn't take her very long to get down to her bra and panties, as she had 
very little on over them. After taking off her blouse and casually setting 
it on the back of the couch, she unzipped the side of her miniskirt, letting 
it fall down around her feet. Both her bra and panties were very brief, and 
Grant could see the lines of her tan where a swimsuit had covered her. She 
had a long, narrow waist that was accentuated by the slight flare of her 
hips and her young, round breasts. Her bra was thin, nearly transparent 
material, and Grant could see that she didn't really need it to hold up her 
firm, young breasts. It was rather loose on her, but there were tiny bumps 
at the tips of the material where her nipples pressed into it. 

Grant shifted his gaze to the light fuzz on her lower belly, and down to the 
area of her pussy. The white, lacy panties clearly showed the soft dark 
triangle of her pubic hair, and her pussy appeared to curve smoothly back 
between her tanned thighs. Her buttocks were small, but clearly stuck out 
like two round ripe melons. Grant felt his penis growing erect under his 
pants just from looking at her. 

"Well, do you want me to put it on?" she said, holding her hand out toward 
Grant. 

"No. The uniform will fit." 

She smiled again at Grant and gestured at her bra and panties. "You want me 
to take them off...." she said. It was as much a question as it was a 
statement. 

"No!" he replied, and he moved closer to her. "I'll take them off." He put 
his arms around her, pulling her nearly naked body hard against him. The 
lewd bulge of his hard penis pressed into the space between her firm young 
thighs, and he unfastened her bra before bending down slightly to kiss her 
on the ear. While nipping lightly at the taut cords of her neck, he ran his 
hands down her back until he felt the top of her panties. Slipping his 
fingers beneath the elastic waistband, he pulled the flimsy white material 
down over the round globes of her buttocks. He felt her elbows pushing 
slightly against him, as if to back away, and he realized that she didn't 
want him to go any farther. 

"Haven't time to play games now. I've got to catch a plane to New York," 
Grant said in a forceful half-whisper into her ear. He didn't want her to 
act like she didn't want him for the show of it. He knew she was willing to 
be fucked. He pulled down more on her filmy panties, and they fell down her 
legs to the floor. 

"New York! I've always wanted to go to New York," she said in the same 
half-whispered tone. 

"If you're a good girl, maybe you'll get to go there someday!" Grant replied 
out loud. He felt her pushing against him ceasing, and he backed away from 
her slightly to move his hand down between their bodies. He ran it across 
her smooth flat belly, and down toward the softly rising mound of her sparse 
young pubic hair. As his fingers traced the curve of her pussy, while 
pressing lightly on the soft dark mound, she relaxed her legs slightly to 
give his hand greater freedom for exploring. For a moment he looked at her 
slightly-parted mouth and dark eyes before he kissed her hard, driving his 
tongue inside her warm mouth at the same time. She responded by sucking on 
his tongue, then squealed from deep within her throat, as his finger wormed 
teasingly up into the hair-lined slit of her pussy in search of her 
clitoris. 

When he found the hardening nerve end, he felt her body tensing for an 
instant, then she relaxed and ground her groin back against his probing 
finger. Without breaking away from his kiss, she reached for the belt to his 
pants, and began to unfasten it. Grant thought his cock was going to push 
right through the material of his slacks, and he was relieved to feel her 
hands working at getting it off of him. When she unzipped his fly, the pants 
fell down around his ankles, followed shortly by his underpants after a 
brief struggle to get them free of his large erect penis. Her cool hand 
wrapped around the rigid column like she was holding a baseball bat, and the 
sensation it gave him made his cock grow larger with excitement. Still 
working his finger against her clitoris, he pulled her bra free of her 
round, pointing breasts, letting it, too, fall down to the floor below. 

Breaking away from the kiss long enough to get a look at the beautiful naked 
body, Grant was pleased with what he saw. The tiny pink nipples at the tips 
of her breasts stuck out like ripe buds, and he bent down to take one in his 
mouth. He ran his tongue wetly around the hardened nipple, teasing it fully 
erect, and then he covered the tip of her breast with his warm mouth. He bit 
down hard on the nipple with his teeth as he sucked it into the depths of 
his mouth. 

"Oooooouuu!" the young girl moaned, more from the pain of his hard bite than 
from any pleasure she felt. But the incessantly-rubbing finger on her 
clitoris was sending wonderful sensations through her whole body, and she 
felt limp from the tiny jolts of pleasure. Her legs felt as though they were 
shaking as the electric sensations danced over her nerves, and she could 
feel the moisture forming at the opening of her vagina. She ran her hand 
over the hard flesh of his large, erect cock, feeling the blood-filled veins 
throbbing with his lustful excitement. When he bit down on her pink nipple 
again, she ran her fingernail along the sensitive base side on his penis in 
slow response, but it only seemed to jerk even larger in her hot young hand. 

Not able to keep from laughing to himself, Grant thought how the sexy young 
girl named Susan was going to react when he shoved his cock inside her tight 
eighteen-year-old cunt. He guessed she would scream at first, but then the 
animal need that she so apparently had would take over. His thoughts were of 
her becoming a wild, hot bitch, and he bit harder on her tender pink nipple. 
Her hands on his cock made his blood run faster, and he could feel the 
pressure of his sperm flooding the twin balls in the sac that hung down at 
the base of his hardened cock. When she squeezed or ran her fingernail along 
it, Grant rolled her hard clitoris under his finger with greater force. The 
soft fleshy lips of her cunt around his finger felt warm and moist, and he 
sensed her body trembling from the passion he aroused within her. She was 
breathing hard, and tiny mewling sounds came from her throat as he continued 
the playful manipulations. Then, as the thought of her hot tight pussy 
wrapped like warm bacon around his cock entered his mind, he could wait no 
longer to find the moist hole and drive his middle finger up inside the 
narrow waiting passage. 

Holding her firm round buttocks with his left r hand, he ran his right 
hand's middle finger along the warm, wet flesh between the hair lined lips 
of her vagina, until he made contact with the moist opening. Slowly, he 
worked his finger into the soft, yielding folds of ragged cuntal flesh until 
he had gotten the tip of his finger just inside the passage. Teasing her, he 
wiggled it there for a moment, then he jammed it suddenly upward inside her 
until his palm was pressed tightly against her lush young pubic mound. 

"OOOooouuuuu!" she moaned from the sensation of his fast-entering finger. 
She could feel it slipping up into her tight expectant cunt like a hot 
greased poker, and she grunted and ground her vagina down on his palm to 
feel the pleasure of his whole hand cupping her there. It felt good, and 
began to feel even better as he started to slowly fuck his finger in and out 
of her clasping young pussy. Her knees were visibly shaking as she stood 
with his mouth on her breast, and his hand in her cunt. She held the 
rubbery-feeling head of his cock in her fingers, while she deliberately 
stroked the hard shaft with her other hand, from it's-hair-surrounded base, 
up the taut, jerking length to the swollen gland tip, shiny and purple. 

Grant was aware that he was practically holding the young girl up with his 
hand between her legs, but he was also carefully feeling the slick tightness 
of her moist vagina as he rammed his middle finger deeper and deeper into 
the moist warm passage. The walls of her cunt seemed to ripple over his 
finger, and he knew she was going to be a pleasure to fuck. The way she was 
stroking his cock, he realized he couldn't wait much longer to put it where 
his finger was, but he first couldn't resist the urge to tease her hot young 
anus. The firm flesh of her buttocks in his left hand was smooth and round. 
He moved his fingers around until he had them all in the crevice formed by 
her buttocks cheeks, then he slowly spread the full fleshy globes apart. 
With one finger, he probed down into the smooth, hairless valley until he 
felt the tightly closed ring-like mouth of her anus. By this time, Susan was 
moaning continually, and she was now leaning against him with her legs about 
three feet apart. Grant tested the tight opening to her rectum by pushing 
his finger against it several times, and then he deliberately worked his 
vagina-lubricated finger into the tiny resisting hole until it was inside, 
up to the first knuckle of his probing finger. 

"UUUUUuuuhhhhhh!" Susan groaned, she didn't know what to make of the 
presence of his finger in her anus. It hurt her slightly, but then it also 
felt oddly strange when mixed with the sensations coming from her cunt and 
breasts. 

Wiggling his finger with great effort, Grant was able to push into her anus 
up to the second knuckle, and the hot, tight muscle around his finger seemed 
to relax a little bit. He could feel his other finger sawing in and out of 
her hot cunt through the thin flesh that separated the two passages, and 
without trying to shove his finger any farther into her anus, he worked it 
in and out in time with his finger working in her pussy. She let go of his 
cock, and like a wild, passionate animal, grabbed his head, holding it 
tightly to her breast as she lewdly, like a striptease dancer, churned her 
pelvis down against his jamming fingers. 

Uhhhhhh! UUggghhh! Hhhuuuuhhhhh!" Susan chanted in rhythm to the dual 
assault of the two hungry passages down between her legs. She was so filled 
with passion that she was ready to do anything that Grant might wish her to 
do, as long as it meant she was going to be fucked by his hardened cock. All 
of her thoughts were images of being fucked in a hundred different ways, and 
she wanted it now. 

"Fuck me now! Fuck, me please, now!" Susan begged as Grant kept up the 
steady finger-fucking of her rectum and cunt. The palm of his hand was 
covered with her thick lubricating fluid, and her tight vaginal passage 
seemed to squeeze and bite at his driving finger as he rammed it as deep 
inside her as it could reach. 

They had been standing in front of the couch for a full five minutes, their 
clothes scattered on the floor at their feet, when Grant finally lifted his 
head away from her firm young breast. He still had his shirt on, and Susan 
took the opportunity to half-rip and half-pull it off of him. She couldn't 
get the shirt off his shoulders, as his hands were still buried deep between 
her firm young thighs. She whipped her head back to throw her long hair out 
of her face, as she tried like an angry demon to pull Grant down onto the 
couch beside her. 

"Damn, she's a hot bitch!" Grant thought, as she desperately pulled at his 
shirt. He was with a lewd grin when he suddenly pulled his fingers from her 
hot twin orifices between her thighs and half-turned so she could remove his 
shirt. She pulled it off so fast the sleeves were turned inside out, and it 
landed in another heap with the rest of the clothes on the floor. Then he 
turned back around and stared at her feverishly-impassioned young body, his 
large, erect penis pointing lewdly, directly toward her. 

"Fuck me!" she groaned quickly again, and she took hold of his cock, to pull 
him down onto the couch. Startled, Grant moved closer to the couch with her, 
but then he regained his composure. 

"Bend over. I want to see that hot little ass of yours stuck up in the air 
while I fuck the shit out of you from behind!" Grant's eyes were blazing 
with lust for Susan as he spoke, and he grabbed her wrist to loosen her grip 
on his rockhard cock. 

Grant's words both excited and frightened Susan, but she did as he asked, 
without hesitation. The fire in her belly was out of control, and she had to 
have his cock jamming deep inside her cunt. Everything else was unimportant, 
and she bent over with her hands braced on the couch, her feet opened wide 
apart. Her round young buttocks were presented up to her new employer in 
abject surrender, to do with as he willed and pleased. 

Moving forward, Grant felt the pressure in his balls becoming unbearable, 
and he worked his throbbing penis into the moist area between the young 
girl's widespread thighs. His lust-swollen cock jerked as it made tickling 
contact with the pubic hair lining the warm wet slit of her pussy, and the 
image of her bent over body excited him so much that he couldn't wait any 
longer. He was about to grab his hard penis to guide the purple head into 
her soft, visibly pulsating cuntal passage when the girl reached back down 
under her body between her legs and impatiently took hold of it herself. 

Grabbing the long fleshy column tightly in her hand, she parted the soft, 
hair-fringed lips of her vagina with the swollen rubbery head, and when it 
was pointed straight up into the tiny quivering mouth of her pussy, she 
squirmed her hips lewdly back in an attempt to skewer her cunt onto the 
lust-hardened rod. 

Grant held back, screwing just the tip of his excitedly inflamed cock up 
inside her pussy for a moment, as he enjoyed watching her vainly try to 
wiggle her buttocks down to take it inside herself. But then, the contact 
between his cock and her cunt, and the sensations it gave him, was too much 
to resist. The blood-filled column was throbbing with the urgency of being 
relieved by climax, and he flicked his hips forward to drive the thick 
swollen head up inside her tightly clasping young passage. 

"UUuuuggggghhhhhh!" she moaned as her small cunt at first resisted the entry 
of his cock. As excited as she was, his man-sized cock was more than she 
thought she could take. It felt as though it would split the flesh between 
her legs clear up to her tightly puckered anus, but in spite of that, the 
pressure he exerted against her pussy became greater still. 

Placing his thumbs against the flesh where her soft inner thighs and 
buttocks cheeks met, Grant pressed outward to open her pussy lips wider to 
ease his entry. Her tiny puckered anus was naked and throbbing to his gaze, 
but he was much more intent on concentrating on her cunt at that moment. He 
shoved hard forward, plunging the head of his large fleshy column into the 
small, tight space of her wetly sucking vaginal passage. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhh! " she screamed at the sudden pain back between her thighs, 
but she screwed her hips hungrily back against the lunging assault. The 
walls of her cunt were stretched around the blood-filled head of his 
lust-driven penis like a rubber glove locked tightly around a hand. But in 
spite of the pain, she wanted all of the huge cock up inside her hot 
inflamed belly. 

Grant watched her passion-pained expression as she pushed one side of her 
face down into the couch. Her breasts swung freely beneath her heaving 
chest, the hardened pink tips brushing back and forth across the fuzzy 
material of the cushions. She was still holding his cock with one hand, but 
her grip around it had loosened considerably. He shoved hard forward once 
again, this time to sink his long hard column into her clasping cunt a few 
more inches. 

"UUuuuuhhhhgggggghhhhh! Ughhh! Fuck it into me! Uggghhh! Yyyyyeessssss!" The 
girl kept pushing her naked loins back against the long hot instrument like 
a lust-crazed masochist. She could feel every part and shape of the 
throbbing cock as it plowed deeply into her ever stretching passage. All the 
nerves in the walls of her cunt sent the sensations of the plunging cock to 
her brain, and her insides were being quickly stretched out to accommodate 
the monster in her. 

Grant felt the tight muscles in the wet passage relax slightly, and gritting 
his teeth, he shoved hard forward to mercilessly plunge his large pulsating 
penis deep into the liquid depths of her hot young womb. As his cock quickly 
sank in the remaining inches, she jerked forward on the couch, making her 
vagina even more open to the savage thrust. His pelvis crashed with a thud 
into the open crevice of her firm young buttocks as his pubic hair pressed 
hard against her nakedly exposed anus. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh, God!" she groaned half into the couch, as her face was 
shoved forward by his vicious lunges. The giant swollen head felt as though 
it was pressing hard into her upper belly, deeper than she had imagined it 
could ever go. The initial pain was terrible, and she was afraid to move, 
for fear it might come again. Yet, she could also feel his pubic hairs 
pressing against her tiny anus, and that small sensation seemed to offset 
the pain after a moment. It was as much the idea of being totally exposed to 
his lewd ravishment, as it was from the presence of his huge cock. The final 
plunge had hurt her, and she wasn't sure if the pounding she felt in her 
cunt was from her own excitedly pumping blood, or from his own throbbing 
penis. For a minute, she was too frightened to move and find out. 

Grant stared down at the smooth white skin of her trembling buttocks with 
his groin pressing hard against it. The line of the end of her bikini tan 
swept over the curve of her buttocks as if to point at the mound of his 
pubic hair. She was holding absolutely still, but the pressure in his balls 
grew from the gentle throbbing sensation her tight little cunt made around 
his now fully erect cock. The warm, wet depths of her pussy felt good to 
him, and Grant slowly flexed his giant member, causing the head to swell 
larger inside her. 

"Oooooouuh!" Susan murmured weakly as she felt the hardened head pressing 
harder against her womb. But the pain wasn't like she had expected it might 
be, and she felt relieved by it. The flexing inside her womb continued 
steadily for several long seconds, and gradually the pain was forgotten and 
replaced by the burning, hot sensations that had incited her so greatly just 
a moment before now. 

Grant watched the young girl he was interviewing squirm helplessly back 
against his cock for a moment, then he slowly began withdrawing his long 
rigid column from the depths of her womb. Then, she was like a hungry animal 
as she backed up to try to keep it inside the slick, clasping walls of her 
moistly sucking pussy. He pulled back until just the tip of his penis 
remained inside the soft bearded mouth of her vagina, and then, spreading 
her buttocks cheeks wide with his thumbs, he lunged forward again to drive 
his lurching cock back into the tight passage with greater force. 

"Ooohhh, Yesssss! Fuck me like that!" she grunted in a deep, husky voice. 
Her animal-like body was like warm flesh at the end of his large penis as it 
melted like warm olive oil up the full length of his plunging shaft. 

"UUUUhhhhhh! Uuuuuhhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it! Tear my cunt open, you bastard!" 
She moaned into the couch. She screwed her hot pussy back as his long cock 
began fucking in and out of her with an urgency born of lusting hunger. She 
looked back under her swaying breasts and torso to see an upside-down view 
of his long, venous column of flesh plunging into her wet clasping cunt. The 
ragged pink flesh around his driving shaft moved inside as the full length 
sank deep into her hot belly. The twin sacs of his balls slapped forward 
when his pelvis crashed into her open buttocks, and she saw that they were 
tight with the pressure of his cum stirring inside them. She continued 
watching as though hypnotized by a swaying cobra as he withdrew his cock, 
her cunt lips pulling out with the hard rod, as if trying to suck it back 
inside her. Then it sank into her again, filling her womb with the throbbing 
heat of his rigid cock like a hot poker rammed into a smoldering furnace. 

Grant became more and more excited as he watched the young girl he was 
fucking turn into a wild, hot bitch. The words she kept mumbling in a low, 
almost pleading voice were every description he had ever heard for fucking, 
and he jammed his cock harder and harder into her passionate tight cunt. The 
wet walls of her vaginal passage seemed to actually caress his plunging cock 
with a waving motion as he fucked it deeper and deeper inside her hot 
youthful womb. He kept slamming his pelvis into her exposed cunt, as if 
trying to batter her insides to pieces. Her round buttocks lifted up into 
the air and flattened against his pelvis as he pushed his hard penis with 
all the force he could muster. Her lewd moans became louder and louder as he 
screwed into her with all his strength. 

The sensations emanating from her cunt pounded through her entire body to 
crash into Susan's head. Her mind was groggy from the passionate pleasure 
she was experiencing, but still, in spite of her overwhelming desire, 
reached back between her thighs to grasp the extended twin sacs containing 
Grant's balls. They felt both hot and cool in her hand, and she furiously 
massaged them, wanting to milk the hot sticky liquid .they controlled and 
contained, to have it shooting madly up into her hungry body. The glands 
seemed to respond to her gentle squeezes, as he felt the life within them 
surging, anxious to get out, anxious to make its way up the length of 
driving hard flesh to burst way up inside her flaming hot womb. 

"Give it to me ... give me your sweet cum. Fuck it deep into me ... please!" 
Susan begged greedily for Grant to reach his climax as she was ready for 
that at any time. Her lower belly felt like it might explode if she had the 
trigger pulled by just one blast of his hot cum. 

The incessant pressure in his balls became tremendous, as Susan continued to 
excitedly fondle them in her warm soft hand, and Grant stared down at her 
squirming buttocks that seemed to churn against his hard-driving cock. He 
could clearly see the pink rubbery ring of flesh in the crevice of her 
buttocks, and it looked as though her anus was puckering with each vicious 
thrust of his long member in her cunt. He placed his middle finger against 
the tiny tight circle of it, and slowly, he worked the tip inside, feeling 
the muscle tighten at first and then subserviently relax around his finger 
as he fucked into her. Holding back for a second, Grant waited for the right 
moment, and then as he felt her anal muscle relax, he jammed his middle 
finger all the way inside her rectum until he could shove it up no farther. 

"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed from the sudden pain in her rectum. She 
automatically tightened her anus against the unnatural intruder, but it sank 
deep inside her anyway. 

Grant didn't waste any time, but began fucking his finger in and out of her 
anus in time with his cock fucking into her passion wet cunt. Her head was 
now bouncing against the back of the couch as he viciously drove the two 
fleshy instruments into her body. Her head was twisting from side to side in 
her mixed ecstasies of pain and pleasure, and she released her grip on his 
balls. 

"YYYyyyeeeessssss! Fuck me, you bastard! 

Fuck me hard!" she screamed and pleaded as her loins were ravished by his 
sadistic stabs. She experienced a masochistic pleasure from his finger 
jabbed deep in her nakedly exposed asshole, and she fucked back against him 
for all the joy it gave her. 

Delirious with the excitement of seeing the animal response his fucking 
brought from the young girl, Grant thought this whole body was driving up 
inside her fabulous pussy, and he fucked into her with an ever greater 
force. The tight ring of flesh that surrounded the opening to her rectum 
folded in and out as his finger worked with equal intensity to the throbbing 
cock. He knew he couldn't contain his cum much longer as the sensation in 
his own groin was building with each long drive of his blood-filled member 
into the depths of her hungry young cunt. She was screwing her ass back 
against his groin with wild, animal abandon, and he knew that she, too, was 
near that point of climax. 

"Oooohh! Aaaaggghhhhh! Uuuhhhh!" she chanted over and over, as the 
sensations in her belly reached greater and greater heights. The battering 
ram in her vagina was driving her insane with pleasure, when suddenly her 
whole body started shaking violently, and she arched her cunt back hard 
against the hard fleshy rod. With one tremendous spasm in the pit of her 
belly, her womb burst with her cum like a gigantic dam had given way before 
the pressure. 

"UuuuuuggggghhhhlAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH! I'MMMMM 
CCCCUUUUUUMMMMINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!" 

Her screams seemed to come from everywhere as her entire body jerked crazily 
against his huge swollen cock. She bucked and twisted and bounced as her 
body filled with the passion of her climax. Her white-hot cum poured out 
around the deeply buried head of his penis, and splashed along its full 
length like a raging river of lust. Her cunt walls rippled in great waves as 
the white liquid spilled out around the thick base of his cock to mat down 
his pubic hair in sticky clumps. The pink fleshy hole contracted again and 
again, and she screamed her pleasure with deep-throated echoes of joy. 

Feeling the hot liquid of her climax around his cock was all it took to set 
off that climbing cycle of pleasureful climax in Grant's loins. He shoved 
his hips hard forward, lifting her feet off the floor and nearly battering 
her head through the back of the couch, as his cum started to make the crazy 
dash from his balls to the tip of his jerking penis. The fantastic sensation 
in the base of his cock grew higher and higher as the hot fluid ran up its 
length to shoot like a liquid bullet out the swollen glans head. He threw 
his head back and shoved forward again, as his cock erupted like a rising 
rocket with its hot ultimate pleasure. 

Susan felt the surge of pulsating pressure move up the length of the long 
rod that her cunt was contracting around, and she shoved back to meet the 
tremendous burst of pleasure. The first blast of his hot cum felt like a 
lake of molten lead crashing deep inside her belly, and it started her to 
climax all over again. 

"Uhhhhhh! Ahhhh! Ggggaaauuuddd! FUUUCCCKKKK ITTT!" The hot spewing 
instrument seemed to swell up against every part of her womb, and her belly 
jerked in answer to its driving, hot liquid. Each burst of the hot cum felt 
like a thousand needles punching every nerve in her body, and her own cum 
exploded out around the hard erupting cock to mix gleefully with its own 
erupting pleasures. 

As his climactic pleasure reached its peak, Grant still had his finger 
jammed deep in her still, hotly clenching rectum, his hand trapped there by 
the force of his pelvis against her buttocks. He could feel the spasmodic 
contractions of her cunt both from his exploding penis and from his finger 
in her anus, and it made him even wilder with excitement. His cum kept 
spurting out the tip of the cock like there was no end to it, and with each 
sensational jerk, her lewd, lascivious screams became louder and louder. 
Their mixed cums were pouring out of her battered cunt to cover their thighs 
with sticky warmth. As more and more came, it ran down their legs to stain 
the couch and carpet with dark pools of liquid. 

When the last of his cum had travelled up the length of his cock, the 
satisfying cycle complete, Grant fell forward across Susan's still upturned 
buttocks. She lay out flat on the couch to her side, and he moved with her 
to keep his shrinking cock inside her satiated vagina. Finally, able to get 
his weight off his feet, he stretched out beside her and pulled his finger 
from her still tightly grasping anus. 

"MMmmmmmmmmmmm." Susan wiggled her buttocks as if in gratitude for the 
pleasure his finger had given her, and she reached down between her wet 
thighs to fondle his balls as a sign of her satisfaction. "Am I hired!" 

Grant's cock slowly deflated, and he pulled it out of her wet pussy, making 
a whooshing noise as it limply fell and hung across his leg. They both lay 
there in utter silence, breathing deeply to still their pounding hearts once 
more. "Baby, you own the place now!" was all he could utter in answer to her 
question. 

* * * 

Earlier, Linda had been relieved when her son's butler had answered the 
phone. She didn't like to talk to Valerie or to Brigit, and if either one 
had answered, she would have hung up the phone without talking. But since 
Jorge had answered, she asked for Grant, and learned that Grant had already 
left the house. Jorge thought Grant had gone to his office, and instead of 
calling, Linda decided to drive there. She hadn't seen her son in several 
days, and to Linda it was a good opportunity to visit him without having 
Valerie around. 

It was a warm day, but the traffic was light, so Linda drove to the Russell 
Enterprises Building in record time with the car air-conditioner on full 
blast. When she got out after parking the car, the warmth of the day was 
particularly noticeable. The sudden change from cool to warm air always made 
her more aware of her body, and she somehow liked the feeling it gave her. 
The interior of the building was cool, and she walked quickly to the 
elevator. She liked the elevators in the building, as they had mirrors on 
one side, and after touching the top floor button, she checked her 
appearance as the elevator rode up. She was wearing a loose knit designer's 
dress which she particularly liked, as it showed off her shapely legs while 
at the same time created the illusion of a see-through, but she had on flesh 
colored bra and panties because of her modesty. 

Stepping out on the top floor, Linda turned to her right and headed down the 
hallway at a slower pace. She hesitated for a moment outside Grant's 
secretary's office, listening for any activity inside, but hearing none, she 
knocked on the door before going in without waiting for a response. 

Grant's secretary was sitting at her desk putting makeup on, and she looked 
startled until she recognized Linda. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Russell," she 
said, with a tone of surprise in her voice. Linda rarely visited the office 
during the week. 

"Good afternoon. Is Grant in his office? I'd like to see him," Linda 
continued without hesitation. She never wasted small talk on the office 
employees. 

"No, ma'am! He just left a few moments ago. I'm afraid you missed him," she 
said, regaining her composure. 

"Was he going home?" Linda didn't like playing guessing games, and she gave 
the secretary a look of impatience. 

"He had to go over to the Mar Vista Theatre to interview job applicants. I'm 
sure you can find him there." 

"Thank you ... good day," Linda said over her shoulder as she was heading 
back toward the door and the elevator beyond. Linda's abrupt manner around 
office employees stemmed mostly from her feeling that they all knew about 
her real relationship with Howard. She was sure that some of Howard's 
sleeping partners were on the office payroll, and she figured correctly that 
the word had traveled the office grapevine. That was the main reason Linda 
rarely visited the office during weekdays, as the looks she got from most of 
the employees made her feel embarrassed and nervous. Grant's secretary was 
no exception to this. 

Getting back to her car, Linda headed for the Mar Vista district once again 
cooling off with the blowing air-conditioner. She hadn't been to the Mar 
Vista Theatre for some time, and she never had reason to drive through the 
district, so she twice had to turn around for having gotten onto the wrong 
streets. Linda had lived on the Monterey Peninsula all her life, but she was 
constantly amazed and confused by the growth of the new residential 
districts. When she finally found the Mar Vista Theatre, she was relieved to 
see Grant's car parked out in front. She parked in a space ahead of it, and 
walked hurriedly to the front of the theatre. 

Shading the glass door against the glare, she looked into the lobby, and 
seeing no one, tried the door. It was unlocked, so she went inside. The 
lobby seemed stuffy and even warmer than it had been outside, and she waited 
for a moment for her eyes to adjust fully to the darkened gloomy interior. 

She was about to check the main auditorium, when she was startled by a 
noise. It seemed to be coming from the far end of the lobby, and Linda was 
sure it was a human moan. All sorts of images flashed through her mind as 
she imagined that Grant might be hurt, but in spite of her fright, Linda 
moved quietly toward the direction she thought the sound came from. She was 
beginning to think that someone had come in to rob the theatre, and somehow 
Grant had been hurt in the process. She was thinking, too that someone might 
still be around, so she was shaking by the time she stood in front of the 
rest room doors. 

She waited for a moment to see if the sound was coming from within one of 
the rest rooms, but when she heard another moan that was even louder than 
the first, she was sure it had come from behind a curtained wall at the far 
end of the lobby. The sound was more like a high-pitched scream, and Linda 
was really apprehensive about finding the source of the sound. It had seemed 
like the cry of someone being tortured, and she moved even more slowly 
toward the curtained wall. 

When she was just a few feet away, she could see a split in the heavy drape 
that was more worn than the rest of the curtain, and she moved toward it, 
her shaking hand outstretched as if to protect herself. She hesitated for a 
moment before parting the material to have a look beyond it, then as she 
heard another moan, she pulled the curtain back slightly to peer through. 

A jolting chill slammed through her body as her eyes focused in on the image 
of naked bodies beyond a half-open door. She would have turned around and 
ran if her legs could have followed her instincts, but the shock of what she 
was seeing kept her frozen to the spot. For an instant she thought she was 
surely going to faint, and the sound of the girl's words rang in her head. 

"Fuck it into me! Uhhhhh! Yyessssss!" 

Linda dropped the curtain in front of her eyes in shocked horror. She had 
never seen anything like it in her life. The dizzying images stayed 
indelibly impressed in her mind, as she closed her eyes to fight out the 
feeling of fainting on the spot. She had seen a girl bending over with her 
hands braced on a couch with her buttocks stuck back up against a naked 
man's pelvis. Linda's whole body shuddered at the thought, and her heart 
pounded wildly from the nerve-electrifying realization of what was 
happening. A confusion of thoughts whirled through her mind as, in spite of 
her shock, she felt physically an excitement from what she had momentarily 
witnessed. She had looked in on two people engaged in a very private act, an 
act that she herself had not observed as such before. She knew that she had 
to leave the building right then, but she didn't move from where she stood. 
Her nerves tingled deliciously from the thought of being vicariously 
involved in the lewd act going on the other side of the curtain, and with a 
trembling hand, reached out again to part the drape. She had forgotten about 
her search for Grant in the excitement of the moment, and when she glanced 
then through the curtain and beyond the half-open door, the realization of 
who she was seeing hit her! 

The girl's moan was muffled slightly as her face was pressing into the 
couch, and the man standing behind her had his penis sunk all the way up 
into her, his pelvis tight against the girl's white grinding buttocks. Linda 
hadn't noticed the man's face before, as she had only made a narrow opening 
in the curtain, but as she moved her eyes closer to the peephole, she had 
made, she saw that the man was Grant. She was watching her own son making 
obscene love to some girl! 

Linda's brain was filled with different emotions. She knew she shouldn't be 
watching the act, but she also, for some strange unknown reason, wanted to 
watch it! Her body was stirred to an excitement she knew was wrong, but she 
couldn't resist the feeling, either. For an instant, she glanced back into 
the lobby from the fear that someone might be watching her in the act of 
peeking in on the lewd scene in the office. But the lobby was empty and 
quiet, and Linda turned her attention back to her son. 

Grant was standing still, but the girl was whimpering quietly as if in pain. 
Then, Grant began to draw his long hard penis from the depths of the girl's 
womb, and Linda stared as the girl seemed to raise her buttocks up to it 
just as Grant shoved his cock back inside her vagina. 

"Ooohhh, yess...! Fuck me like that!" the girl groaned, and Linda felt 
excited by the lewd words the girl was shrieking wildly. 

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it! Split my cunt open, you bastard!" 

The girl was like an animal at the end of Grant's plunging cock, and Linda 
felt her body shaking from the sheer thrill of what she was observing. The 
air in the lobby seemed warm and muggy, and Linda was perspiring as she drew 
in heavy deep breaths. She felt a tremendous guilt sensation, but she 
couldn't tear herself away from the bizarre scene going on in front of her. 
It was as if she was seeing her own loving son for the first time, and it 
made her body come to life. She could see the deeply muscled cheeks of his 
buttocks tightening and loosening as he rammed his long erect cock in and 
out of the passionate young girl. His thighs were taut from the effort he 
was expending, and although Linda couldn't clearly see his eyes, she 
imagined how they must have looked. The girl he was fucking was completely 
at his mercy. 

Linda was suddenly aware of her own body's reaction to the lewd scene as she 
felt the moisture forming between the lips of her vagina. Her clitoris was 
tingling with obscene sensations, and she could feel the nipples on her 
breasts harden against the soft material of her bra. Every pore of her body 
seemed alive and open to sensual stimulation, while her eyes were bulging 
wide from the excitement of the scene before her. 

Linda ran her tongue wetly over her sensuously red lips as she stared at the 
driving column of hardened flesh that protruded from the bush of Grant's 
pubic hair. His penis was long and thick, the big veins purple and swollen 
with blood, and the stretched skin was glistening with the lubricating 
juices of the girl's vagina. He was ramming his hard cock into the girl's 
young pink pussy with tremendous force, and the girl, who looked barely 
eighteen, reached up between her legs to caress his extended balls. Linda 
had never imagined his penis would be so large, and she was astonished that 
it could slide so easily into the young girl's vagina. The girl was mumbling 
lewd words at Grant, and Linda became even more excited than she could ever 
remember having been before. 

They were so close to her, Linda felt as though she was part of the bizarre 
scene. She could clearly hear the slamming, slapping sound of Grant's pelvis 
against the cheeks of round young teen-age flesh he held open. The girl was 
looking back between her legs at his driving cock while she fondled his 
balls like she would milk the juices they contained. Linda could not resist 
the tremendous urge that overcame her body and her senses. She just had to 
touch her own vagina, to feel the flesh down between her own legs that was 
warm and moist, too. 

Keeping an eye close to the narrow opening in the drapes, Grant's mother ran 
her hands slowly down across the short loose-knit dress that clung to her 
sensitive body. When she felt the naked flesh of her thighs, she ran her 
hands back up, over her hips, raising her dress as she reached for the 
elastic top of the flesh-colored panties. Finding it, she rolled the filmy 
material down until it circled her thighs just an inch below her 
passion-moistened loins. The air still seemed warm and heavy, but the 
uncovering of her vagina raised her excitement to even higher levels as she 
spread her legs apart and felt the air flow between her delicate thighs. She 
ran her right hand with palm flat against her sensitive skin down across the 
soft downy tangle of her light-colored pubic hair and over the sloping curve 
of her vagina. Slowly she worked her middle finger into the tight flow of 
her cunt lips, parting the hair from the narrow slit until her finger made 
delicious contact with her hardened clitoris. She almost groaned out loud 
from the pleasure of the electric sensation that bolted through her 
impassioned body. With her other hand, she instinctively touched her 
breasts, and she could quickly feel her heart pounding fast beneath the twin 
mounds of flesh. 

"Give it to me! Give me your sweet cum! Fuck it in me ... please!" the girl 
screamed, and Linda felt the excitement of her lewd begging. Grant was 
ramming his cock into the girl's hot cunt with the fury of a mad man, and 
Linda couldn't resist the urge to have her finger inside her own vagina. She 
ran her own middle finger teasingly along the moist valley of pink flesh 
until she felt the damp opening to her womb. She had never before been so 
stimulated by anything sexual, and she was surprised by the ease with which 
she could part the pubic hair and work her finger ii side the opening of her 
cunt. It felt so good, she wormed her finger up inside the tight walls of 
her pussy as far as her finger would reach, and she held it still for a 
moment to linger in the sensation. But the sight of Grant, her own son, 
fucking the young teen-age girl was controlling her thoughts, and so she 
began to saw her finger in and out of her cunt in time to Grant's fucking of 
the girl. Then she watched as Grant, without breaking the rhythm of his cock 
driving into the girl's vagina, probe his finger into the tiny flesh ring of 
the girl's anus....The girl let out a scream as he suddenly sank his finger 
all the way up into the tight constricting depths of her rectum. 

Linda felt a burning sensation ignite in her own belly like she had never 
felt before. She could almost feel the sensation the girl was feeling, as 
Grant started ramming his finger in and out of her anal passage. It was like 
a desire to be filled at every pore with warm flesh, and Linda wasn't 
surprised as she watched the girl arch her buttocks up against the dual 
assault as if to silently plead for more. Linda added a second finger to the 
one already working in her burning cunt. 

Linda didn't quite understand what was happening to the girl, but it was 
apparent that the girl was nearing some pinnacle of pleasure that she, 
Grant's mother, had never experienced. She felt a tinge of jealousy as she 
saw the tremendous pleasure the girl was getting from her son. The girl's 
entire body was thrashing and bouncing on the couch beneath the driving 
force of the large cock fucking into her. She was grunting wildly and 
moaning as each stroke was slamming into her clasping pussy while his finger 
worked with equal fury in her anus. When the girl suddenly lurched back 
against Grant, Linda was startled to see her body violently erupting with 
great spasms as she screamed out her pleasure. 

Linda was aghast by what she was witnessing, and she was so enthralled with 
the burning sensation in her own womb that she wondered if the key to the 
experience the girl was having was Grant's finger in her rectum. Linda was 
so caught up in the scene, that she reached behind the smooth round cheeks 
of her buttocks, and carefully ran her finger down the smooth yielding 
crevice toward her own anus. She continued pumping her two fingers in and 
out of her warm cunt, and just as she saw Grant begin to climax, she pressed 
her finger against the tight ring of flesh at the opening to her rectum. Her 
long fingernail pressed into the sensitive flesh, and she nearly screamed 
out loud from the pain. It bolted through her body like a sheet of sizzling 
lightning, and she was jerked into a realization of what she was doing to 
herself. 

"Oh, God, what's happening to me?" Linda thought as she reluctantly pulled 
her wet fingers from her vagina. Beyond the curtain, the girl and Grant were 
in the height of mutual climax, and Linda turned away while she quickly 
pulled her panties back in place. She felt ashamed at having spied on her 
son's sexual indulgence as well as her own self-abuse, and she quickly 
crossed the lobby and went outside, while being as quiet as possible. 

Getting back into the air-conditioned comfort of her car didn't stop the 
burning sensation that still glowed deep in her womb, but all Linda could 
think about was how she would ever be able to face her son again. She 
thought she had done a horrible thing in watching him make love to that 
young girl, and she was sure her embarrassment would show on her face the 
next time she saw Grant. Most of all, her conscience was bothering her 
because she had enjoyed what she was watching, and even wished that it had 
been her instead of the girl bending over before her son. 

Linda didn't make any further attempts to contact Grant that day as she had 
planned to do the night before. In fact, her desire to warn Grant about 
Howard's planned meeting with Valerie was completely put out of her mind. 
All she could think about was what she had seen happening on the couch in 
the office, and the same thoughts were still on her mind when Grant caught 
the plane to New York that evening with the new usherette of the Mar Vista 
Theatre occupying the plane seat next to him. 

 CHAPTER 4 

After Grant had hurriedly packed a suitcase and left for the airport, 
Valerie told Jorge that she would eat dinner in an hour, and she ran 
upstairs to her bedroom. When the idea that Grant was going to be in New 
York for a few days finally sunk in, Valerie began thinking about how she 
might best use the free time apart from him. She thought about the members 
of their wife-swapping group and the possibility of getting one of the males 
into a little side action, but she decided it wasn't worth the risk, since 
it was against the club rules. Anyway, she thought it would be nicer to find 
someone new, as she was quickly finding the club gatherings less interesting 
since the time she and Grant had tricked the Comptons for the entertainment 
of the group. 

She wondered what it would be like to call one of her old girl friends from 
school days and go out slumming. She thought it might really be interesting, 
inasmuch as she was no longer the old Valerie those girl friends had known. 
She was no more the poor inexperienced girl from Sand City, but instead she 
was the wife of the son of the richest man in the county. Then, too, she was 
certainly experienced now, and she thought it might be fun to teach some of 
her old schoolmates what it was all about. But thoughts of Sand City and the 
closeness of her past they were depressing to Valerie, so she put the idea 
out of her mind. 

Valerie walked into the dressing room that connected the bedroom with the 
bathroom, and she looked at herself in the large wall mirror. If she had 
ever been grateful for anything, it was the way she looked, as she knew that 
her good looks were what had attracted Grant to her. She had little else 
going for her but perhaps a lot of determination, and that combined with her 
natural beauty had gotten her everything she had ever attempted to get for 
herself. She wanted a lot, and she wasn't satisfied to simply wait until she 
was just too old to enjoy the good things of life. Grant was really only the 
first major step toward her goal, in a careful pattern of fulfillment of her 
desires. 

Smiling at her own pretty reflection, Valerie began to undress so she could 
take a shower before her dinner. She was pleased that her face still had the 
look of a certain innocence, yet her sharp features, framed by her long 
smooth black hair contained a maturity far beyond her twenty years. 
Sophisticated-innocent, she thought, and she reached back over her shoulders 
to pull down the zipper on her dress. She was particularly pleased with the 
sleek way her long shapely legs appeared, and she always maintained an even 
tan so she wouldn't have to wear nylons. She was vain, and having 
good-looking legs without nylons on was very satisfying to her image of 
herself and her ego. 

In reality, Valerie had a right to be proud of her body, and she was every 
ounce a beautiful woman physically. Her breasts were large, but pointed 
straight out, without the help of a bra. Her round hips and firm buttocks 
were particularly enticing, because of the narrowness of her long waist. 
Naked, she looked like a woman who was built in homage to pure sexuality, 
and beneath the dark silky mound of her lush pubic hair was the real center 
of her personality. She liked to fuck, and she was more than willing to use 
her vagina to get her what she wanted. Grant's father's wealth and power 
were her primary goal. 

Valerie hung her dress up in the closet and was about to go in to shower 
when she heard a knock on the bedroom door. She grabbed her robe and slipped 
it on before seeing who it was. 

"Excuse me, madam!" Brigit said, as Valerie opened the door. "A Mr. Thomas 
would like to speak with you on the telephone." 

"Is it the Thomas who lives down the street?" Valerie asked. She knew that 
Brigit had tabs on everyone in the neighborhood. 

"Believe so, ma'am. Only thing is, he's moved to the Point since going to 
work for Mr. Russell." The maid was smiling at having had the opportunity to 
drop the news on Valerie. "My friend works for him," she added, after seeing 
the quizzical expression on Valerie's face. 

"I see. Thank you, Brigit. I'll take the call up here." Valerie closed the 
door. 

Brigit was curious to know why Roy's boss was calling Valerie, but when she 
got to the telephone downstairs, she put the receiver back on the hook. She 
wasn't so curious as to listen in on their conversation and risk being 
caught. 

Valerie picked up the extension phone by her bed, wondering also what reason 
Mr. Thomas could have to call her. She vaguely remembered meeting him once, 
and she thought his first name was Victor. 

"This is Valerie Russell," she announced into the telephone. For a moment, 
there was no response, and she wondered if someone was still on the line. 

"Hello? ... Hello, Mrs. Russell? This is Victor Thomas. I do hope I'm not 
interrupting anything very important." His voice was smooth and suave 
sounding, and Valerie smiled to herself for having remembered the first name 
correctly. 

"Not at all, Mr. Thomas. It's nice to hear from you." Valerie was being 
cautious after having learned about his new position from the maid. She 
remembered that he was an attorney, and she wondered how important his 
position was in Russell Enterprises. If he lived at the Point as Rosie had 
stated, it had to be very important. 

"I realize this is a rather last-minute request, but I hope you are free 
this evening," Victor said. He wasn't exactly sure how to play it with 
Valerie, and he had decided to make the conversation sound very important. 
This way he hoped to influence her, even if she already had made plans. 
"I've been in a meeting with your father-in-law all afternoon, and this was 
the first opportunity I've had to call you," he lied. The truth was that he 
had waited until he was sure Grant had left for New York. "We were going 
over some legal documents, and there are some matters that Howard would like 
to discuss with you." Victor used Howard's first name to show his 
relationship was on that basis. 

"Do you mean this evening?" Valerie asked. She was dying to know what the 
legal documents Victor referred to concerned, but she didn't want to sound 
anxious. She hoped he would volunteer the information. 

"Yes! May I pick you up around nine o'clock?" Victor said immediately. He 
didn't want to give her time to think about it. 

Valerie would normally have found an excuse to back out on such short 
notice, if it were Grant's father calling, as she wouldn't want to seem too 
readily available. It was her strategy to lead Howard Russell on a merry 
chase when she came to the right opportunity, but Victor Thomas being 
involved made a difference. The meeting Howard wanted might actually be 
important, she thought. Perhaps it had something to do with a will. Howard 
was not that old, but there was always the possibility something might 
happen. 

"Yes, all right! If it's important, I'll be ready at nine," Valerie said. 
She purposefully kept her tone somewhat reticent. 

"Fine, fine. I hope this won't inconvenience you," Victor added. He was 
relieved to have her agreement to go to Howard's. He knew it was important 
if he was to keep his new job. 

"Not at all, Mr. Thomas. I'll see you later this evening, then." 

"Yes. Good-bye." 

"Valerie hung up the telephone and sat down on the bed for a moment, 
wondering what the meeting with her father-in-law was going to be about. 
There were so many possibilities, she decided to wait and find out when she 
saw him, and she checked the time before going in to shower. She had plenty 
of time in which to get ready before Victor would pick her up, and she 
smiled to herself as she realized that the evening might be just the 
opportunity she needed to launch the next step toward her goal. 

* * * 

Victor arrived exactly at nine o'clock, and Valerie answered the door, 
because both Jorge and Brigit had gone out for the evening. She was wearing 
a white dress which buttoned down the front with a hemline several inches 
above her knees, and Victor couldn't resist staring at the sensuous image 
she presented. She was extending her well-manicured hand out toward him, and 
it made her dress lift even higher. 

"So nice to see you again, Mr. Thomas," Valerie said as she held open the 
door. Victor took her hand, holding it a little longer than was polite, and 
he entered the house. 

"Please call me Victor," he said. Unable to think of anything else to say at 
the moment, he was uncomfortably silent. He had not remembered her being as 
beautiful as she was tonight, and it took all his will to stop himself from 
gaping at her. 

"All right, Victor. If you will excuse me for a minute I'll get my coat and 
we can leave," Valerie said immediately, and she disappeared through a 
doorway leaving Victor in the entry hall staring after her. He understood 
why Howard was anxious to be alone with her, as he, too, would like to have 
the opportunity to get into Grant Russell's young wife's panties. Just 
thinking about her was causing his penis to harden in his trousers, and he 
tried to concentrate on something else before Valerie returned with her 
coat. 

During the drive to the Point, Victor had difficulty in avoiding a 
discussion about the supposed meeting that Howard had called. Valerie kept 
asking him questions that he couldn't answer, and he was constantly 
distracted from his driving by the way her dress rode up her shapely legs. 
He had to think of all sorts of lame excuses for not knowing exactly what 
Howard wanted to talk about, even though he was supposed to be involved in 
it. By the time he turned into the drive leading to Howard's house, Victor 
was frustrated both by the conversation and the excitement Valerie had 
stirred up in him. 

The old butler opened the door and led them toward the den where Howard was 
waiting. Valerie and Victor knew the old man as Charles, but his real name 
was Charity. He had been with Howard longer than anyone else, and before 
that time he had been the butler for Linda's parents. He was like a fixture 
around the place. 

"Thank you, Charles," Valerie said as he held the door to the den open. 
Howard was sitting at the small bar that divided the den from a game room, 
and he had papers spread out before him. "Good evening, Howard," Valerie 
said as he stood up to greet them. She perfunctorily kissed him on the 
cheek, as she always did when greeting him. 

"How 'bout a drink?" Howard questioned them after formally shaking hands 
with Victor. He was casually dressed in the usual expensive attire he wore 
around the house, but he seemed particularly jovial that evening. Without 
waiting for a reply, he walked behind the bar and started mixing drinks for 
them. 

Howard was a remarkable man for his age, as he didn't have an ounce of 
excess weight on his body. Although the bulk of his work was done behind a 
desk, he was in excellent shape, and he kept himself strictly that way with 
daily workouts in his gym. He also had a swimming pool, and several laps 
across it was an ingrained habit that followed his workouts. His hair was 
always cut short, and was still the reddish-brown color it had always been. 
Valerie thought him far better-looking than his son Grant. 

Howard took the drinks to a grouping of chairs around a fireplace at one 
corner of the room, and he handed a glass each to his daughter-in-law and 
Victor. Without waiting for the others to drink, he took several gulps of 
his own before sitting down in a large easy chair across from Valerie. 
Victor sat in the chair next to him, trying to keep from looking up 
Valerie's short dress when she slowly crossed her legs. 

"Victor said you have some important things to discuss," Valerie opened 
immediately. She noticed how Howard was gloating, and she wanted to create 
the impression that she was strictly interested in business matters. 

"We'll get to that later. It's been so long since I've seen you, I'd like to 
know how you've been. Did Grant get off all right?" Howard asked after 
Valerie didn't respond to his first inquiry. He could see she was going to 
be difficult. 

"Yes, he did. He was a bit disturbed at having been given such short 
notice," she said. She was going to play Grant's faithful wife as she always 
did in front of his father. The conversation remained polite small talk 
while they finished their drinks, but when Howard got up to mix some more, 
Valerie took the opportunity to press him. 

"Before I have another drink, Howard, I'd like to go over whatever it was 
you called me here for!" She was smiling but her tone was firm. 

"Nonsense! It isn't so important that we can't have a second drink," Howard 
said as he continued toward the bar. He always maintained a control over any 
situation, but he decided it was time to get rid of Victor so he acted like 
he was conceding to Valerie's wishes. "Victor, did you bring the papers we 
were going over this afternoon?" he asked. 

"I feel like a fool!" Victor blurted, almost too quickly. "Terribly sorry, 
Howard. I didn't realize that you wanted those papers this evening. I 
haven't had them retyped yet." Victor played his part well, in spite of his 
nervousness. He could tell by the expression on Valerie's face that she 
believed him, and he stood up from his chair. "If you'll excuse me, I'll run 
over to my house and see if I can scrape together the original. At least, 
you'll have something of the correct information," he wanted to sound very 
concerned. 

"Don't worry about it, Victor, it was probably my oversight," Howard 
interjected with uncharacteristic chivalry. "If you want to try and piece it 
together, okay. But if it is difficult, don't worry about it. We can always 
make it another time." Howard handed Valerie a fresh drink before patting 
Victor on the back. 

"It was terribly stupid of me," Victor said, and he turned to go out the 
door. "I'll call if I can get it tonight." He made a short bow in Valerie's 
direction before going out the door. Once out of sight, Victor pulled out 
his handkerchief to dry his sweating palms. He guessed his performance had 
been successful, and as he strolled toward the front door, he wondered what 
he should do. His wife Beverly had left on a shopping trip to Los Angeles 
that afternoon, so he decided there was little point in going home. Watching 
Valerie had really stirred him, and in his excited state he wondered what 
Howard's wife Linda might be doing. Casting all caution aside, he thought it 
might be worthwhile to find out. 

Valerie gave Victor's seemingly sincere performance the benefit of the 
doubt, and wondered if the papers to which Howard had referred might in fact 
be his will. It wasn't like Howard to excuse one of his employee's mistakes 
so easily. 

"What does Victor do for you, Howard?" she asked him when he returned to his 
chair. 

"Head the legal department. Cheers!" Howard held his drink up to Valerie to 
put an end to any discussion of Victor. Valerie took a sip of her drink, but 
she wouldn't be dissuaded from pursuing the information she wanted to get. 

"What was it you wanted to discuss, Howard?" she said, smiling seductively. 
"What's so important about all these papers you've been talking about 
tonight?" She was surprised that Howard's expression wasn't changed by her 
questions. He just smiled back at her. 

"Let's say it will be worth your while," Howard answered. But then he added, 
"that is, if you're as good as I think you are!" 

Valerie couldn't help her laughing, as her father-in-law had finally 
admitted what she had suspected all along. He wanted her, he wanted to fuck 
his own son's wife. Valerie stopped laughing as abruptly as she had started, 
and she stared at Howard with cool eyes. 

"I've been meaning to ask you where Linda is this evening. Is she all 
right?" Valerie said, thinking she finally had Howard where she wanted him. 

Howard maintained the same casual smile, and he took a sip of his drink 
before answering Valerie. "She asked me to relay her apologies for not being 
able to see you. She wasn't feeling well, so she's retired early." Howard 
didn't like his son's wife's coy and evasive tactics, and he decided to be 
more forceful. "As I was saying, before, IF you're as good as I think you 
are!" With that, he stood up from the chair and began taking off his 
clothes. "You know, Grant has nothing more than what I provide for him. What 
choice do you think he would make if it was between you and his comforts? Do 
I need to remind you of your life in Sand City?" He grinned back at Valerie, 
but his face for an instant looked cruel and unyielding. 

Valerie was dumbfounded. Not by what Howard wanted, or his threats, but 
rather by the fact that he knew about her having grown up in Sand City. She 
hadn't thought anyone in the family knew about that, and she realized that 
Howard must know quite a bit or he wouldn't have mentioned it. Before that 
statement, Valerie was getting ready to walk out and make Howard chase her, 
but she hadn't realized how well her father-in-law knew her. She was more 
than willing to give herself to her husband's father, but she had expected 
to do it more on her terms. She suddenly realized that Howard had her over a 
barrel, and that there was nothing she could do about it. She resigned 
herself to it, as she knew she would enjoy it anyway. 

"What is it you think I'm good at?" Valerie said. She didn't move from her 
chair, but watched every move of his as he continued to undress. She was 
still proud of the fact that she was very good at anything sexual. 

Howard was stripped down to his shorts, and there was a large anticipatory 
bulge in the white material. He pulled his shorts down quickly, and his 
giant erect penis sprang straight out at Valerie. "Let's see how you are at 
sucking this!" Howard said, and he pointed down at the purple-tipped column 
of flesh that stuck out from his hairy pelvis like a cannon about to 
explode. He knew he was going to get great pleasure out of seeing the 
sensuous lips of his son's wife's mouth locked tightly around his hardened 
cock, but he also wanted to see all of her beautiful young body naked to the 
flesh. 

"Strip before you start," he said casually, and he sat down again in the 
large easy chair, his lewdly erect cock pointing up at her. 

Valerie was more than a little angry at the way Howard was acting. He was so 
sure of himself, so sure that she would do anything he wanted. But the 
thought of having a piece of his wealth and power was all that she needed to 
make her acquiesce to his demands. Anyway, his large penis throbbing so 
deliciously at her made her lower belly burn with the exciting thought of 
having it buried inside her. 

Gulping down the last of her cooling drink, Valerie stood up from her chair 
very slowly, and after setting her glass down she shook her long black hair 
off of her shoulders while looking directly in her father-in-law's eyes. 
Then she precisely and deliberately unbuttoned the front of her dress with 
even moves of her nimble fingers, never taking her eyes from his. When the 
last button was undone, she slipped the dress of in one swift move, letting 
it fall back off her shoulders and down her arms. She laughed out loud when 
Howard's eyes seemed to bulge out in surprise. She wasn't wearing a bra or 
panties, and she stood before him completely naked, except for her shoes. 

Howard grinned too, as he realized that Valerie had come prepared for 
action. He found himself liking his son's wife more and more, and his cock 
swelled larger when he saw that her lithe young body was even more sensuous 
than he had imagined. He wanted to shove his cock into the silky folds of 
her lush vagina right then and there, but he didn't say anything as Valerie 
was looking straight into his eyes and teasingly moistening her lips with 
the tip of her pink tongue. There would be plenty of opportunity to fuck her 
silly later, but for the moment, he was going to stick to his original 
demand. She had the most sensuous mouth he'd ever seen, and he had been 
waiting for some time to make her suck him off. 

Stepping out of her shoes, Valerie walked with graceful strides toward 
Howard. Her posture was always perfect, a characteristic uncommon with 
large-breasted women, and her twin globes of round smooth flesh hardly moved 
as she walked. The satiny perfect shapes were accented by the already erect 
pink nipples at their tips, and they brushed tantalizingly against Howard's 
knees as she knelt down in front of his chair. He spread his legs out, one 
on each side of her perfect body, and he slid his buttocks to the edge of 
the chair to move his pelvis closer to his daughter-in-law's beautifully 
sculptured face. Valerie placed her hands on her father-in-law's inner 
thighs, and his cock jerked up responding fast to her touch. 

The rubbery flesh of the gland-shaped head of his penis was swollen to the 
proportion of a large plum, and the slit opening at the tip had tiny 
droplets of seminal fluid seeping from it. The long shaft was equally thick, 
and the blood-filled veins criss-crossed it in accent to its throbbing life. 
The stiff rod protruded out from a dark tangle of pubic hair, and beneath 
the hairy bush were the twin sacs containing his balls which looked small in 
comparison to his cock. Howard's stomach was youthfully flat and muscular, 
and Valerie ran her hands up his inner thighs past his pubic hair to his 
lower belly. She stayed still for a moment, then leaned forward until his 
long, rigid column made contact with the soft cleavage of her full breasts. 
She looked up at Howard and smiled when his cock jerked again. 

"Well?" Howard said, grinning lewdly down at her. He liked the sensation of 
her warm breasts against his penis, and the sight was just as stimulating. 
"Aren't you going to suck it?" he added. 

Valerie gulped, as she was a little hesitant to begin. His cock was so big 
that she was afraid it might choke her, and she knew that at best she would 
be able to take only half of its length down her throat. She was stalling by 
teasing him, but Howard wouldn't have it. 

"Relax darling. I'm just trying to make it bigger," she said in an attempt 
to appear undisturbed. Howard laughed out loud, but then looked at her with 
cold eyes. 

"Get with it! If it gets any bigger, you'll have to start from across the 
room!" He laughed again, but his impatience was apparent. 

Valerie felt the anger rising in her body, and she was determined to show 
Howard what it was like to be sucked really good. She moved her left hand 
down his belly until her palm was just above the base of his large cock, 
while she ' slid her right hand palm upward beneath the soft testicles that 
hung below. At the same moment, she wrapped her cool left hand around the 
base of his penis, and took his cum-heavy balls in her right hand. Using her 
long, nimble fingers with sensual skill, she began to gently massage both 
his balls and cock. She saw Howard draw his breath in as her fingers made 
contact with his sensitive parts, and she wasted no time in getting busy 
with her warm, wet tongue. 

Leaning her face close to the swollen purple head, she exhaled her hot 
breath over it as snake-like, she flicked her tongue out to touch the 
sensitive nerve at the base of the tip. His cock lurched in her hand from 
his obvious pleasure in her actions. 

Thinking of all the things that her father-in-law's wealth could bring her, 
so as to help keep her mind off of the burning sensation that was growing in 
her womb, Valerie set to concentrating on bringing Howard to a rapid climax. 
She wanted to show him her sexual prowess, and then make him beg for more. 
Flicking her tongue in and out of her sensuous mouth, she dotted the tip of 
his swollen penis with the warm sleek wetness of her saliva, while 
continuing the steady massaging of his cum-filled balls. Her left hand was 
working slowly, but deliberately around the thick base of his penis, pulling 
the stretched skin covering up and down. She could feel his excitement 
increasing with the growing rate of his throbbing pulse. 

Tipping her head to one side, Valerie ran her tongue down the base of the 
long fleshy column, moistening its whole length with the saliva that ran 
from her warm wet mouth. Then, once again she held her open mouth poised 
over the gland head, while flicking her tongue at the narrow slit at the 
top. She could taste the pungent drops of his seminal fluid, and it excited 
her body all over again. Moisture was forming between her inner thighs, as 
her cunt pulsated from the thought of having the long hard cock ramming 
inside, but she fought back against any thoughts of her own pleasure even 
though it was a losing battle. 

Stretching her tongue out as far as she could, Valerie placed it against the 
base of the blunt head end, and opening her mouth wide, she slowly lowered 
her mouth down over his cock like she was taking a large pull on a lollipop. 
Her red lips closed tightly around the thickness of his member, as her mouth 
cavity was filled with the rubbery flesh. She ran her tongue with furious 
intensity back and forth over the sensitive tip, as her warm saliva gushed 
around the whole swollen tip. Her father-in-law groaned very quietly, but 
Valerie heard it and was pleased. She began to bob her head up and down the 
thick penis, pulling with her lips and teeth at the blood-filled flesh. The 
head end alone seemed to fill every part of her mouth, but she worked up and 
down on it to see if she could take it down her throat. 

Howard's eyes were wide with lust as his son's young wife closed the warmth 
of her mouth around the end of his throbbing penis. The heat of her tongue 
sent tremendous sensations down the length of his hardened member, and they 
seemed to rebound back up from the delicate touches of her long sensuous 
fingers. Her tongue worked like liquid fire that knew instinctively where to 
find the most sensitive parts of the cock, and her lips and teeth seemed to 
be pulling his whole being inside to the warm comfort of her mouth. The 
sensations were fantastic, and he felt like his cum was hanging on the edge 
of release already. When she began to bob her head up and down over his 
cock, he had to strain consciously to fight off the urge to spew out his 
waiting semen right then and there. Her long black hair had fallen back down 
over her shoulders, and it brushed teasingly against his thighs, adding more 
delights to the already intense pleasure. He could easily take her warm 
sucking mouth wrapped around his cock like that for several days on end. 

Valerie nearly choked while she tried with supreme effort to take more and 
more of the long shaft into her warm mouth. The huge head seemed to be 
pressing back against her tonsils as she pushed down on the hard column, and 
then when she raised up again, she bit down with her teeth, leaving white 
streaks where the blood had been forced away from the surface of his skin. 
She gulped down the saliva that flowed freely from her mouth, and she sucked 
with all her strength on the rigid cock. After a moment, she was able to 
take nearly half of his member into her mouth, and she pumped vigorously on 
the other half with her hand. His balls were growing tight, and she could 
feel the pressure of his cum building up inside. She thought he was on the 
verge of cumming, so she sucked and pulled and bobbed faster and faster on 
the hardened rod of flesh sunk so deep in her mouth. 

Howard had to fight to keep from cumming, as the sensations of his 
daughter-in-law's sucking which poured through his body seemed to multiply 
with ever-increasing intensity. His excitement was not only from the 
manipulations of Valerie's sensuous mouth, but the sight of her beautiful 
naked body hunched slavishly down between his outstretched legs, like an 
animal about to spring, was also tremendously stimulating. He could clearly 
see her smooth skinned buttocks beyond her bobbing head, and the cheeks of 
them seemed to be opening and closing slightly as she worked her head up and 
down. She was lightly tanned all over her body, and at that un-likely 
moment, Howard found himself wondering if she sunbathed in the nude. He 
decided she must, and it occurred to him that he would sometime like to join 
her in the sun. Then he remembered how inviting her vagina had looked when 
she stripped off her dress, and he wanted to stop her sucking of his cock 
before he exploded everything he had deep inside her warm throat. 

Valerie was totally enthralled with the sucking of her father-in-law's cock. 
It had become a part of her senses, and she wanted the huge amount of cum 
that stirred in his balls to shoot out the tip of his cock deep down in her 
throat. She wanted to taste its hot white heat, and to have the white, 
sticky liquid splashing in her mouth so she could suck it down into her 
hungry belly. She could feel the gland shaped head swell out larger, and she 
thought it was about to explode when she felt his hands pulling at her hair. 
He was saying something, but Valerie didn't hear it until he had repeated it 
to her once again. 

"Stop, dammit! I want to fuck that hot little cunt of yours," Howard was 
demanding. Valerie was at first disappointed as she slipped her mouth up off 
the throbbing cock to look at Howard, but his words excited her. She was 
aware of the heat in her womb, and the thought of having her husband's 
father's prick pushing up inside her vagina made her quickly forget her 
desire to have him cum in her mouth. Her cunt was damp with her lubricating 
juices, and she stood up quickly to crawl up on the chair so she could lower 
her vagina down over his hardened cock. 

Howard moved when Valerie did, and he grabbed her by the waist to lower her 
back on the plush carpeting covering the floor. Valerie didn't resist as she 
was like a crazed animal anxious to be fed, and she laid flat on her back as 
her father-in-law knelt down between her limply open legs. She immediately 
spread her legs out wider, and Howard could clearly see the smooth folds of 
her damp, hungry pussy. The smooth silky pubic hair surrounding her vagina 
seemed to part by itself as she drew her legs back and the moist pink flesh 
at the opening to her womb looked tight and inviting. 

"Hurry, Howard! Fuck me now! I want your cock inside me now!" Valerie 
pleaded as Howard gaped at her beautiful young body. He was down on all 
fours between her widespread legs, and she could see his saliva slickened 
cock pointing toward her hot and hungry passage. Howard moved like there was 
no hurry, and he bent forward to gently squeeze the ripe flesh of her large 
firm breasts. Valerie reached down between her legs and took his cock in her 
hand. Her hot vagina was burning to have the cock inside, and the touch of 
his hands on her breasts made the feeling that much more urgent. 

Howard rolled the pink erect nipples on the tips of her full breasts between 
his thumbs and forefingers. They were like buds on ripe melons, and as he 
fondled them, he could see the ecstasy of pleasure on Valerie's face. She 
rolled her head from side to side while quietly pleading with him to fuck 
her. Her fingers stroked the end of his cock as if to hypnotize it into 
doing as she wanted. But Howard wanted to take full enjoyment of his entry 
of her warm ready cunt, and he released his hold of her breasts so that he 
could place his hands by her shoulders to lean forward over her passion 
writhing body. He looked down between their nakedness to watch as his son's 
wife wiggled her loins toward the head of his penis, which she was holding 
still in her hand. 

An electric shock of pleasure jolted her body as she guided the rubbery tip 
of Howard's cock slipperily down the hair-lined slit of her vagina. Howard 
kept holding his hips back from her, making her arch her hips up to meet the 
monstrous column of hardened male flesh, but when she had the purple head 
against the opening to her womb, she pushed up suddenly with her cunt 
muscles to suck the smooth rubbery head inside the softly bearded lips of 
her vagina. 

"Pleeeeaseee! Give it to me!" Valerie begged as Howard held back from 
driving his long pulsating cock into her womb. He pushed his hips forward 
just enough to allow a little more of the head to pop through the opening of 
ragged pink flesh, and he savored the wet warmth that seemed to hungrily 
grip the sensitive tip of his excited member. The feeling was fantastic, and 
he couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed hard forward with his hips, and 
the saliva-moistened column slid into her cunt like a hot knife slicing 
mercilessly through warm butter. 

"Oooooohhhhh! Yyyyyyessssssss!" Valerie groaned as her whole vaginal passage 
was stretched wider and wider by the plunging cock. The smooth gland head 
seemed to part the walls of her cunt as it made its way into the depths of 
her burning womb. It kept coming and coming, filling her ready, tight 
passage with hot hard flesh that she wanted so much, until finally it 
entered the very depths of her womb and smashed hard into the cringing walls 
of her lower belly. At the same instant, his cum loaded balls slapped into 
her naked upturned buttocks, sending additional obscene sensations coursing 
through her lust-crazed body. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh! Oooooooohhhhhh! God!" Valerie moaned her pleasure out loud 
to her father-in-law. Her vagina was completely filled by the long cock, and 
she looked down between her breasts at the clump of his pubic hair pressed 
tightly against her loins. 

The sensation of the tight hot young flesh wrapped around his throbbing cock 
was more than Howard could stand. It had taken a great deal of self-control 
to keep from losing his load in his daughter-in-law's insatiably sucking 
mouth, and now the warmth of her cunt brought the urgency back in full 
force. His cum was bursting to get out, and he started to fuck into her hot 
young pussy like there was nothing else that mattered in the world. He drew 
his cock back out of her until only the tip remained inside, and then he 
immediately slammed forward again to plunge deep inside her damp, hot womb. 

"Yesssss, darling! Fuck me like that! I'm ready. Ooohhhh, I'm readyyyyyy!" 
Valerie chanted as the thick penis fucked demonically in and out of her 
voraciously clasping cunt. Her nerves tingled with the sensations that 
sprang from her vagina running up into her full heaving breasts and out her 
arms and down her long legs to ignite an ecstasy of pleasure in every part 
of her sensuous body. She was caught in a spinning whirlpool of passion that 
tossed her mind through endless corridors of pleasure, and the long hard 
cock of her father-in-law kept ramming harder and harder into the pit of her 
near-bursting belly. 

Howard stared down at the passionate girl beneath him, and her frenzy was 
like a spontaneous vacuum that sucked him into her body. He watched his cock 
sinking quickly into the far hidden depths of her womb like a very welcome 
guest, and when he left it, her tight, hair-lined young pussy seemed to pull 
back on his cock as though she couldn't bear for him to leave. The moist 
walls of her cunt seemed to work over every little shape in his penis, 
massaging each part as an equally stimulating section. She kept arching her 
firm full hips up to meet his long downward dives, and her legs stretched 
out wider and wider in acceptance of the joy he was giving her. He fucked 
his cock into her with more and more force as his excitement raged out of 
control. 

"Give me your cummmm! Oh God, give me your cummm!" she was flailing her head 
back and forth, and her mouth was open wide. Her pink tongue that had 
moments before licked the large cock that was now driving deep into her 
pussy, kept running wetly over the curvy line of her helplessly open lips. 
Her liquid eyes were open and staring into a space of erotic visions that 
existed only in her mind. 

"Oooooh! Oooohhhh! Oooooohhhh!" She threw her legs up high as her whole body 
shuddered beneath the driving force in her bursting cunt. She was a wild 
beauty in the peak of monumental ecstasy. 

The sudden tightening of her rippling pussy around his throbbing long cock 
was more than Howard could stand, and his pleasure soared like a giant bird 
taking flight. His hot, sticky white cum raced from his balls and the pit of 
his groin to sensationally spew its heat to the depths of his son's wife's 
exploding young womb. His stomach muscles jerked with great spasms as he 
slammed his swelling penis far up inside the liquid cunt, just as the cum 
reached the tip. It shot out with tremendous bursts from the dilated slit, 
crashing with hot joy into the cavity of her wildly contracting belly. Each 
burst seemed to start at the base of his cock and dash up with tremendous 
speed, with one great jerk up the whole length of the long column. The 
moment it shot out the gland head, another burst followed the 
sensation-giving path of the last barrage, and then another and another 
until Howard thought it would continue forever. 

Valerie was in a world all her own when in the height of her climax her 
husband's father's sperm smashed into the base of her belly. Her mind saw 
only the great purple head of his penis pumping out the hot male semen and 
filling her belly with tremendous pleasures. It sloshed around inside her to 
mix with her own hot orgasm, and her cunt contracted sharply again and again 
over the thick hardness of his spewing lust-crazed cock. The great spasms 
that began at the opening of her burning grasping vagina jerked wildly up 
through her nerve-filled passage to end as a hot blast of sheer delight deep 
up inside her sperm filled womb. 

For the moment, all of the reasons that Valerie had laid beneath her 
father-in-law's wildly jerking cock were forgotten completely. She was not 
the young scheming woman in that minute, but instead, she was nothing more 
than a hot, passion-filled female that wanted only to be at the driving 
mercy of the sensation-giving column of hardened male flesh that rested deep 
inside her belly. Nothing else in the whole world mattered as long as she 
could be and would be fucked by her husband's virile father just like that 
again and again anytime he so desired.... 

 CHAPTER 5 

Linda Russell excused herself halfway through dinner, earlier that evening. 
She was still so shaken with what she had witnessed that afternoon between 
her son and that young teen-age girl that she found it very difficult to 
eat. If she hadn't been so preoccupied with her thoughts, she might have 
remembered that she planned to listen in on her daughter-in-law's visit with 
Howard, but all of her plans were forgotten. She didn't want to look at 
Howard over dinner, or for that matter, even think about food. She had only 
gone down to the dining room to make an effort at appearing like all was 
normal, but she couldn't maintain her act. She feigned illness to Howard, 
and went immediately to her bedroom. 

Once in her room, she stretched out on her bed with three magazines to keep 
her mind off the insistent images that lingered there. The magazines were of 
little help, and she soon gave them up for a mystery novel that she had 
started reading the night before. She forced herself to concentrate on the 
book, and for a while at least, succeeded in forgetting about Grant and the 
girl on the theatre office couch. 

A few hours later, she was surprised to discover that she had finished 
reading the book, even though it was still fairly early in the evening. She 
wasn't tired, and the idea of a hot bath sounded good, so she got undressed 
hurriedly while the tub was filling with very warm water. When the house had 
been remodeled, she had ordered a large square sunken tub installed in her 
bathroom, and it was the one thing in the house that she considered all her 
own. She would often relax in the large tub for long periods of time, and 
that evening she was just in that frame of mind. She thought the warm water 
would dull her senses so that she could sleep peacefully through the night. 

Walking back into the bathroom after undressing, Linda glanced at her naked 
reflection in the full-length mirror on one wall. She couldn't help 
comparing her body to the young teen-age girl's she had seen that same 
afternoon. Linda guessed the girl must have been around eighteen, and she 
was in her late forties. Yet, Linda thought her body was every bit as sexy 
as the girl's body had been. She studied her shape in the mirror, and was 
pleased by the fact that she had no excess fat to distort her figure. Her 
breasts weren't large, but they were the size of well-rounded oranges and 
still youthful-looking. They stood up pert and proud, and she couldn't 
resist touching the tiny nipples that capped them like pink crowns. They 
responded to her touch by hardening slightly, and Linda was quickly reminded 
again of the lewd scene she had witnessed earlier. She dropped her hands 
from her breasts, and ran them down the long curve of her waist. Her belly 
was white and flat, and near the lower part was a light covering of fuzzy 
hair that tapered out to the triangle of her light brown pubic hair. Linda 
turned her back to the mirror, and turning to look over her shoulder, she 
momentarily studied the round shape of her buttocks. The cheeks were like 
firm melons that stuck out slightly, and Linda was more fascinated by them 
at that moment than she could ever recall having been. She thought her 
overall appearance was pixyish, especially since her hair was cut short, and 
she remembered the girl Grant was making love to had long hair. The girl had 
looked really sexy, and Linda wondered if it hadn't been because of the 
girl's subservient bent-over position. She spread her legs apart, and 
bending over, looked back between her legs at her reflection. Her position 
caused the cheeks of her buttocks to spread apart slightly, and she could 
see the pink hairless area of her tight puckered anus. Just below it were 
the lightly hair-covered lips of her vagina, and Linda could clearly see the 
drops of moisture formed at the opening to her womb. The thought of a long 
cock driving into her vagina while a finger worked in her anus flashed into 
her mind, and Linda quickly straightened up and crossed the floor to the 
sunken tub. It was nearly filled with water, and she reached to turn off the 
valves while she tried once again to put the images out of her mind. 

Stepping down into the warm water, Linda stood still for a moment, then 
slowly lowered herself into the clear water until only her head remained 
above the surface. The warm water surrounding her body did not dull her 
senses as she had anticipated, but rather, it made her more aware of all her 
sensitive parts. She looked at the triangle of semidarkness formed by her 
pubic hair through the moving water, and it seemed to dance seductively 
before her eyes, her hand moved toward the light brown hair, and she ran her 
fingers across the surface of her awakened vagina. It had been years since 
she had even given sex a passing thought, but what she had watched that 
afternoon at the theatre had set off something in her body that she didn't 
realize existed until then. It was like a flash of heat through the pit of 
her stomach, and the warm feeling refused to go away. 

Very gently, Linda pressed her finger into the hair-lined slit formed by the 
lips of her vagina, and she felt the electric sensation bolt through her 
body as she had that afternoon when her finger had touched her excited 
clitoris. She had never known that the little nerve end could be so 
sensitive, or give so much pleasure to her. If the scene she had witnessed 
had been between someone other than her son, Linda probably would have 
recoiled at the sheer lewdness of the act, but she couldn't equate anything 
Grant did with lewdness. The obvious enjoyment of their genital coupling 
made Linda feel that she must have been missing something, even though she 
had been repulsed by sex in the past. Her body was responsive to her own 
touch, and she saw no reason why it shouldn't respond even more to someone 
else. She couldn't consciously admit to herself that the someone else she 
was thinking about might be her own son, Grant. 

Continuing her rubbing of her excited nerve end in the soft hair-lined folds 
of her pussy with more vigorous strokes, Linda felt the burning in her womb 
grow more and more intense. The moistened walls of her vagina seemed to be 
tingling out a message to her brain that begged for a fleshy instrument to 
be pushed up through them. Her mind seemed to become somehow a part of the 
pink mound between her inner thighs, and the urgent need to be fulfilled 
became overwhelming. In her mind's eye she was seeing her son's 
passion-hardened cock driving in and out of the girl's wet cunt, and her 
finger almost instinctively moved down to the opening of her newly 
discovered vagina. Linda pushed her middle finger up inside the tight, 
seldom used passage down between her thighs until she was unable to reach 
farther, and it felt good, but not good enough. Frustrated, she added 
another finger, and she gradually began to fingerfuck them both in and out 
of her cunt. It did nothing but stir up the fire in her womb to greater 
intensity, and she was maddened by not being able to reach the mysterious 
orgasm she had seen the girl attain beneath the driving cock of her son that 
afternoon at the theatre. 

Keeping the two fingers of her right hand in her gently clasping vagina, 
Linda tested the nail of her left-hand forefinger against her thumb. It was 
softened by the warm water of the bath, and she moved her hand under the 
firm cheek of her buttocks. She drew her legs up, bending her knees so that 
she could have greater access to the space between her inner thighs, and 
pulling the crevice of her buttocks apart, she probed her left forefinger 
against the tight restricting ring of her anus. 

The warm water surrounding her finger made the entry easier than she had 
expected it to be, and she slowly worked her finger into her tight 
restricting rectum. It was slightly painful at first, but after a moment, 
she became excited by the unnatural presence of her finger there. She pushed 
it in to the second knuckle, and she was surprised that she could feel her 
other fingers in her cunt through the thin wall of flesh which separated the 
two passages. Still recalling the fucking she had witnessed earlier, she 
began to finger-fuck herself with mutual rhythms in her two passages. The 
presence of her finger in her rectum seemed to heighten the effect of the 
sawing fingers in her cunt, and she worked them furiously in an attempt to 
stop the burning flames in her womb. 

Victor Thomas had been thinking about Linda a lot since he had learned the 
night before that Howard didn't care about her. Victor thought Linda was not 
only physically attractive, but sexually appealing, as well. He couldn't 
help wondering if she were really frigid as Howard had implied. So when he 
left Howard alone with his daughter-in-law, he decided to find Linda 
himself, and talk to her at least, to find out personally about her. He 
reasoned that since Howard wasn't interested in Linda, Howard should have no 
serious objections to it if he did a little research into Linda. It should 
not endanger his job in the least. Then too, Victor figured that Howard was 
in no position to object, considering just what he was doing with his own 
son's young wife right now. 

Victor had peeked in several doors on the second floor of the house before 
he finally entered a wing that appeared to have been added onto the main 
house. At the end of a short hallway, he looked into a partially opened door 
that he felt sure was Howard's wife's bedroom, but there was no sign of her. 
He entered the room silently and glanced around. It was apparent that 
someone had been lying on the bed, but he didn't see anyone and was about to 
leave when he heard a splashing noise. Taking a few steps farther into the 
room, he saw a hallway to his left which appeared to lead back toward the 
front of the room. He walked quietly down the hall past several closets 
until he came to a half-open door on the right. He heard the splashing sound 
again, and his curiosity got the better of him. He glanced in through the 
open part of the door, and in a large mirror on the left wall, Victor saw 
the reflection of Linda Russell completely naked in a sunken bath. 

Victor sucked in his breath when he realized what she was doing. Her eyes 
were closed, and her head was held back like she was trying to stretch her 
neck up. Her firm breasts were bouncing on the surface of the agitated 
water, and her knees were drawn up above the surface. 

His cock was already half-hard from having attempted to look up between 
young Valerie Russell's legs, but when he stretched up to look down into the 
tub, his cock began growing fully erect. He could see that Linda was driving 
her fingers in and out of her cunt, and although it was difficult to see, he 
thought in disbelief that she also had a finger wormed up into her anus. 

"Sonofabitch!" Victor Thomas thought as he stared at the frenzied motions of 
Linda's hands. He felt his penis straining against the confines of his 
pants, and his balls were aching with excitement. He wanted to tear off his 
clothes and go fuck her right in the bath, but he waited and watched to see 
what might happen. 

The sensations pouring from her womb were like standing under a trickle of 
water on the side of a giant waterfall, and Linda was becoming more and more 
frustrated for not having it all. She needed and wanted more than her own 
hands were giving her, but still she pushed her fingers hard against the 
soft flesh of her submerged vagina. She quickly tightened and loosened the 
muscle of her anus around her pumping finger that pushed farther and farther 
into the hot depths of her rectum. Her mind was in another time, that time 
being the early afternoon, and she was in the theatre office wanting to be 
fucked. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me, too!" Linda moaned as she drove herself wild with her own 
fingers. She was like an animal in heat, and she would do simply anything to 
have a hard male cock spewing cum into her vagina. 

When he heard Linda's moans, Victor couldn't contain his excited cock any 
longer. He had to fuck her, no matter what the consequences might be. He 
tore off his clothes as fast as his hands would move, and when he finally 
pulled down his shorts, his freed penis sprang straight out in front of his 
body. He walked brazenly through the doorway into the bathroom and toward 
the sunken tub, his hard erect cock pointed out and bounced lewdly as he 
walked. After all, what could the hot little bitch say when he had caught 
her finger-fucking this way? Linda didn't open her eyes until he was 
standing right by the edge of the tub. In sudden shock, she stopped the 
screwing of her fingers in and out of her cunt and anus, but she didn't pull 
them from her body. Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn't looking at his 
eyes. Victor realized then that she was staring wildly at his thick erect 
cock. 

"I'm going to fuck your hot little cunt!" Victor groaned down at her naked 
body. He looked at her passion-wracked nudity and thought she was the most 
erotic woman he had ever seen. He stepped quickly into the water beside her. 

When Linda felt someone's presence, she stopped moving and opened her eyes. 
But all that she was looking for was pointing straight out above her head. 
Her mind went blank as she saw this thick cock that she wanted so much to 
have, and all she could think of was getting it inside her hungry vagina. 
When Victor spoke, she heard the words she wanted to hear, and she was ready 
for him to do as he willed with her. 

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me!" Linda Russell groaned piteously and 
she pulled her fingers from her dual genital orifices as she turned onto her 
knees in the same position she had seen the girl in that very day. 

Victor was astounded to see the frigid Mrs. Howard Russell respond so 
willingly to his demand, and when she moved so her smooth, round buttocks 
were raised high up in the air, he knelt down behind her in the tub between 
her legs with his cock pointing directly at the soft pubic curls between her 
thighs. She had her head against one hand on the edge of the tub, and she 
was reaching back between her legs with the other hand in search of his 
desire-hardened cock. Her face was turned to one side, and Victor realized 
that she was looking wild-eyed at their reflection in the mirror on the 
opposite wall. 

Groping back for the cock she wanted so much to have in her steaming cunt, 
Linda stared at the vision she saw in the mirror to her right. She could 
only see her buttocks above the floor line edge of the tub, but she could 
also clearly see the torso of the man about to fuck her. His thick cock was 
pointing toward her upturned buttocks, and it was as if she was looking upon 
the same scene she had watched going on between her son, Grant, and the 
young girl that very same afternoon. Linda's ecstasy had carried her beyond 
any other identification, and she felt as though she was detached from her 
body while still able to enjoy its pleasures. When her hand found the hard 
fleshy penis, she pulled on it to guide it into her hungrily throbbing 
pussy. 

Victor was ecstatic over having found Howard Russell's wife so very 
passionately eager to be fucked, and he moved his hips forward willingly 
when she pulled at his cock with her hand. He was amazed at how smooth and 
unblemished her skin was, and he stared down at the wonderful shape of her 
smooth cream white buttocks. The bath water still clung to the skin in small 
beads around the peach fuzz blond hairs which covered her lower back, and 
some water rolled down the crevice between the round white cheeks of her 
upraised buttocks. He reached out to spread the soft resilient cheeks apart, 
and his eyes widened as he saw the tight puckered oval of her anus. Linda 
was guiding his swollen cock to the opening of her vagina, and when he felt 
the blood-filled tip making electric contact with her pussy, he pushed his 
hips forward to worm it salaciously up into the depths of her warm waiting 
vagina. The passage was tighter than he had expected it would be, and he 
shoved forward with more force, until the head of his thick cock plowed 
mercilessly inside her hot steaming cuntal passage. 

"Oooohhh! Yeeeeesssssss!" Linda's already moistened pussy was more than 
ready for the fleshy instrument, and she pushed her loins back to take it 
all inside her vagina. Her finger-fucking had stretched the tight passage to 
the point that she could take the thick column without enduring excess pain. 
Her only thought was to have it fucking way up inside her burning womb, and 
she pushed back harder against Victor Thomas's cock, taking it deeper and 
deeper into herself. 

The sensations of her tight warm flesh working over the length of his erect 
penile member were fantastic, and Victor didn't waste any time in shoving it 
down the slick hot passage until his pelvis and testicles were pressed tight 
up between her legs. His groin was alive with the sensations that traveled 
down his thick penis, and he immediately began fucking Linda with an 
intensity born of lusting passion. Her tight wet cunt felt virgin, yet she 
wiggled back against his driving thrusts like a highly experienced whore. 
The clear warm bath water splashed around their legs, agitated by the 
frantic motion of their lewdly coupled bodies. When he withdrew his cock 
from the depths of her vagina, his balls would dip into the warm water 
exciting them all the more, and he could see that Linda's firm breasts hung 
down to the point that the erect pink nipples were being massaged gently by 
the continuous motion of the bath. The whole effect was stimulation itself, 
and Victor felt that he would cum any second. 

With her eyes glued on the reflection of their bodies, Linda felt as though 
she finally had the means to truly release the ultimate pleasure she desired 
so very much. Her body was like the body of the young teen-age girl she had 
watched being fucked half silly by her own son that afternoon, as she arched 
her loins up to receive the pleasure-giving cock in her desire-flared 
vagina. Her womb was responding to the driving force by sending out 
tremendous sensual signals to her brain. Her enjoyment was greater than 
anything she had ever experienced in her life, and she sensed every portion 
of the thick penis as it plowed in and out of her clasping pussy. The water 
slapping against the sensitive nipples of her breasts added to the pleasures 
surging through her body, and she knew that she was on the verge of a 
cataclysmic orgasm. 

"Fuck me harder ... Please fuck me harder!" Linda moaned as she felt the 
head of his penis enlarge inside her burning womb. She felt tiny spasms in 
the pit of her stomach, but the picture she saw in the mirror was not yet 
complete. 

"Put your finger in my ass ... Pleeasseeee! Your ... finger ... assssssss!" 
Linda groaned out her mounting passion. 

Barely able to hold back his cum, Victor was out of his mind with the 
pleasures in his groin. Linda's soft pleading request only stimulated him 
the more, and he quickly did as she asked. Her tiny pink anus was puckered 
out, and he pressed his middle finger against it without any thought to 
going easy at it. Once his finger popped through the restricting ring of 
flesh, he drove it up into the depths of her hot rectum the full length of 
his long finger. 

"OOOoooohhhhhhhh! 

Fuuuuuuccckkkk! 

Yessssss!" Linda screamed as his finger tore into the tight confines of her 
rectum. The suddenness of his entry had hurt her, but she didn't care, as it 
was making her pleasure even more complete. 

The sight of his finger jammed deep inside Linda's anus was so lewdly 
exhilarating that Victor could no longer control himself. He rammed his 
finger in and out at the same intensity as his cock, and he felt the 
sensation along the length of his penis build to the point of total release. 
He pushed his pelvis forward with such a strong force that he nearly lifted 
Linda's buttocks a foot in the air, but the hot sticky cum in his balls was 
making its way up the length of his cock with such magnificent force that he 
didn't care. His lust-swelled member jerked several times as the tip 
exploded like a bursting shell with his climax. 

Linda's vision was blurred from her excitement in the ultimate moment when 
the first hot splash of cum shot like a raging torrent of hot cream deep 
into her ready womb. It was like the magic key needed to free the 
frustrations in her body, and her whole being was shattered by the pistoning 
rod's eruption. Tremendous waves of pleasure tore her body into a thousand 
sensitive parts that exploded with each stab of hot liquid in her belly. Her 
cunt contracted again and again, the hot walls bursting with the gushing 
fluids of her climax. 

"OOOOHHH! FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK! I'M CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG!" Linda was mad with the 
fury of her passion as her full, rounded buttocks rolled with the great 
spasms rippling through her. She felt like she was soaring among an 
exploding array of fireworks, and each of the hundreds of colors represented 
a different sensation. It was more, much more than she could ever had 
anticipated, and she clung to it for fear it might never come back. 

Victor's excited penis kept jerking out his cum in huge bursts of pleasure, 
and it kept coming with more intensity as he drove his finger insanely in 
and out of her widely stretched rectum. Just the sight of Howard's wife's 
animal-like passion was enough to keep him cumming, and he stared at the 
gushing mixture of their cum as it poured out around the base of his thick 
cock and ran down into the churning water. Even when the last drop of his 
cum had jerked from the swollen head deep inside her cunt, Linda kept 
screwing her buttocks back against his ramming finger as if with her 
mouth-like vagina, to suck every part of him inside her passion-wracked 
belly. Then, finally when his cock started going limp, the spasms in her 
body quieted down to occasional quick jerks, and Victor regained control of 
his faculties. 

The thought suddenly occurred to him that Howard could just walk in at any 
moment, and it so unnerved Victor that he pulled his hips back from Linda's 
buttocks, making a wet whooshing sound as his deflated cock left the warmth 
of her vagina. He just as quickly pulled his finger from her stretched anus, 
and after falling back in the water for a second, he climbed out of the tub 
on shaky legs. Without saying a word, he grabbed the nearest towel and 
halfway dried the water from his naked body. He looked down at Linda as he 
rubbed the towel hurriedly over his skin, and he was surprised to see that 
she hadn't moved from the kneeling position she had assumed when he had 
fucked her. She was still staring wide-eyed at the big mirror, and her 
breasts were swinging and bouncing from the motion of her heaving chest. 

Dropping the towel on the floor, Victor ran out the door to where he had 
left his clothes, and he quickly got dressed. His only thought was to make 
it out of the house without being seen by Howard, as the possibility of 
Howard not succeeding with Valerie had just dawned on him. If that were the 
case, Howard could be anywhere in the house, and possibly angry, at that. 
Victor ran out of Linda's bedroom, still buttoning his shirt, and moved down 
the hallways as fast as he could move quietly. The route to the front door 
took him past the door to the den where he had left Howard and Valerie, and 
he was glad to see the door was closed as he approached it. For a brief 
second, Victor paused at the door, and when he heard the lewd moaning sounds 
of uncontrolled passion coming from the interior, he smiled to himself. As 
he walked on to the front door of the house he felt greatly relieved, and he 
was sure then that Linda would never say a word to Howard about what had 
happened. 

After Victor left the bedroom, Linda stayed kneeling in the sunken tub for 
several minutes while she indulged in the long, drawn out residual pleasures 
of her first orgasm. It was as if she were still detached from the body she 
saw reflected in the mirror, and the feelings from witnessing her own act 
were the same as the ones she had felt when looking in on her son's act. It 
excited her body, and she had been satisfied physically. But after a few 
minutes, the guilt feeling joined the excitement, and she slowly came down 
from her delirious, intoxicated state. 

She noticed the soreness in her knees for the first time then, even though 
she had been on them since Victor Thomas had climbed into the tub behind 
her. She had rubbed her knees against the hard surface of the tub, and they 
were sore. She turned and slowly submerged her satiated body into the 
cooling water, and only then did she realize that she had let Victor Thomas, 
an almost stranger, fuck her like a bitch in heat. Her whole body shook as 
she remembered that she had acted like a wanton bitch and begged him to put 
his cock in her vagina. She couldn't imagine what had come over her, what 
had made her act in such a vile manher. Her senses reeled from the thought 
of what she had asked him to do, and she didn't understand how she, Linda 
Russell, had suddenly become such a lustful, wanton bitch. 

She sat in the bath for a long time, as though she were afraid to get out of 
the protective water. It wasn't until she had finally stepped out of the tub 
that the thought occurred to her that Victor had actually fucked her for 
himself. Reality' fell on her like a sledge hammer when she suddenly 
realized that he had come into the bathroom naked. He had come into the 
bathroom with an erection and ready to fuck her. What had he been doing 
there in the first place, anyway? Linda became enraged with anger, and she 
grabbed a soft towel, hastily wrapping it around her still-nude body while 
running out to her bedroom. She was going to tell Howard what his new, 
important chief attorney had done to her. She was just opening her bedroom 
door when she stopped cold, and she started laughing out loud at herself. 

She turned around and walked back into the bedroom. There was no point in 
saying anything to Howard as she knew that she had wanted Victor, anyone, 
for that matter, to fuck her, in any manner. It had been as much her own 
permitting him to do it as it had been his raping her, and she knew, too 
that Howard probably would only be upset by the knowledge of one of his 
possessions being had by someone else, not really by the occurrence in 
itself. 

Linda walked to her bed and threw back the covers. She dropped the towel on 
the floor beside the bed and naked, crawled in between the cool smooth 
sheets. She couldn't stay mad at Victor as he had helped her to discover 
that sexual pleasures really did exist, and she turned off the light by the 
bed so she could fall into a restful sleep. The only thought that bothered 
her that night was the question of how Victor had happened to be in her 
bedroom at exactly the right moment, a moment in which she could have 
refused no one ...! 

 CHAPTER 6 

Valerie rolled over in her bed, and she felt the warmth of the body next to 
her. Her hand slid smoothly across the satiny sheet, feeling nothing but 
empty coolness, and she awoke with a start. 

Blinking her eyes quickly, she sat up in the bed and realized that she had 
been dreaming. The clear morning sunlight was streaming into the large room, 
and it hurt her eyes. She laid back as she closed her eyes against the 
glaring light, and she squirmed her naked body back into the warm spot she 
had been sleeping in. 

It had been three days since she had gone to the so-called business meeting 
with her father-in-law and Victor Thomas, and Valerie hadn't seen Howard at 
all after that eventful night. In fact, she had hardly gone out of the house 
during the past three days, as she wanted to take the time before Grant's 
scheduled return, to have time to think. 

Valerie lay still in the warmth of her bed, trying to remember the details 
of her dream. She was curious as to who she had been dreaming about, but the 
dream was lost in a foggy memory. She could only remember that she was just 
about to be fucked by someone. 

"Oh, well. To hell with it!" she said out loud, to herself, and she stopped 
trying to recall the formless thought. It was just a dream, after all, and 
she would really prefer the live flesh of someone real. She then remembered 
that Grant was due to return from New York that afternoon, and she had 
plenty of work to do if she was going to carry out her plan. 

Valerie had Brigit bring some coffee and rolls up to her room, and she got 
dressed while eating her light breakfast. She felt well rested, as she had 
done little except sleep for the past three nights. She sat down to eat one 
of the sweet rolls, and her thoughts went back to the night she had been 
with her husband's father. She had lost control of herself that evening, and 
she was somewhat bothered by Howard's complete dominance over her. He had 
succeeded in making her do what he wanted, and that wasn't-the way Valerie 
had planned to get to Howard. She didn't have any complaints about the way 
he had treated her, and she was sure that Howard was impressed with her 
sexually. That, she had decided, was the one thing she could count on. 

Her main problem had been simple exhaustion that evening. Howard had fucked 
her for half the night, and afterwards when he was noncommittal about what 
he was going to offer her, she had been too tired to press for more 
information. It hadn't been until the following day that she had come to the 
conclusion that she would have to somehow expose Howard's lust for her to 
Grant. She was convinced that this was the only way the end results would be 
in her favor. She hoped that it would turn father against son in a battle 
for her, and she knew by Howard's own words that he could control Grant. 

Valerie had thought out her plan carefully, and she had started her scheme 
rolling the previous evening. She wasn't optimistic enough to believe that 
everything would work out in one move, but she hoped to at least have the 
opportunity to see and talk with Howard. She had called both Victor and 
Howard to invite them and their wives to a small party, to welcome Grant 
home again, and both had agreed to come to the house the evening Grant was 
to arrive. She was pleased that the first step of her plan was done 
successfully, but she knew that the hardest part was yet to come. 

Valerie took a sip of her coffee, and she stretched her arms above her head, 
as if to signal her body that she was ready to go to work. She had several 
things to take care of that morning, and she thought carefully through the 
items of importance. She had to make sure that Jorge had the right drinks 
prepared, so that everyone would loosen up for the evening. That was the 
first thing to take care of, she thought, and she walked out of her bedroom 
to see Jorge and Brigit. The party room had to be set up, too, and she 
decided to personally supervise the job. 

As she walked downstairs toward the kitchen, she made a mental note to have 
a martini mixed and ready when Grant got home. She knew that preparing him 
for the evening was the key to her success or her failure, but she felt 
confident that she could persuade Grant to be his usual lustful self. 

When Grant arrived home from the airport, he looked a bit haggard from the 
rigors of the trip, and Valerie decided to try to persuade him to take a nap 
the moment she saw him. She ran up to greet him in her best loving-wife 
manner, and immediately led him to the den, where she had a batch of 
martinis prepared. 

"Darling you look exhausted," Valerie said sympathetically as she handed him 
a potent double. She sat down on the arm of the chair Grant had slumped down 
into, and she gently stroked the back of his neck. 

"It was a very strenuous trip. The damn traffic gets worse every time I go 
there," Grant complained. He liked being fussed over by his wife. 

"Was everything okay with the business?" Valerie asked, but she was 
wondering how many girls Grant had gotten involved with. She knew him well 
enough to be sure that he hadn't just stuck to business. 

"Yep! It was tough, but I got a promise for an early delivery." Grant 
thought that anything he said that sounded business-like was important to 
tell her now. 

"Well, darling, I may have a bad sense of timing, but I was so excited when 
I heard you were returning home I called together a little welcoming party. 
I hope you don't mind, but there's no way to call it off, without 
disappointing Howard and Linda." Valerie knew that the best way to get Grant 
to go along with her plan was to sound reluctant herself. 

"You mean Howard and Linda are coming here now?" Grant asked. He always 
referred to his parents by first name. 

"No, darling-later tonight. I've also invited some special guests as a favor 
to you," Valerie replied. She could tell by Grant's expression that he was 
very pleased by the idea of a welcoming party, and when she mentioned 
"special guests," his eyebrows lifted with curiosity. They often used that 
term when referring to new members in the wife-swapping group, and Valerie 
had used it now intentionally to stir up his curiosity. "Perhaps if you took 
a short nap, you would feel more like entertaining guests this evening," 
Valerie added. 

"Yes, you're right," Grant said, and he sipped on his drink waiting for 
Valerie to explain further. When she said nothing, Grant grew impatient. 
"Who else will be coming, damnit!" 

"Oh, the new chief attorney for Russell Enterprises, the Victor Thomases. 
You remember him, darling. He lived a few houses down the street, just until 
a couple of weeks ago." Valerie saw this disappointment on Grant's face, so 
she went immediately on. "Perhaps you've never met his wife Beverly. I 
suppose they've only been married for a short time, one of those 
May-December things. She's only eighteen, and I understand she's quite 
concerned with Victor's getting ahead." Valerie could see that Grant 
understood what she wanted him to know, and he smiled up at her. 

"I think I will take that nap, dear," Grant said, standing up from the 
chair. Valerie had arranged the kind of a welcome-home present that he 
enjoyed more than anything else, and he took her in his arms and kissed her. 
"You really do care about me, darling," he said, and he squeezed her shapely 
buttocks fondly. 

Valerie returned Grant's caresses by pressing her loins into his groin. "I 
know how it pleases you to keep employees wives in line, but darling, I'm 
really being selfish myself. It's what you do to me afterwards that I look 
forward to," Valerie said, smiling. Grant would always be particularly 
imaginative with her after he had gotten some perverse pleasure out of using 
his position to force an employee's wife to fuck with him, and Valerie knew 
that Grant would easily believe that was her reason for helping him set 
Beverly up. 

"I'll wake you in plenty of time for dinner," Valerie added, and she threw a 
kiss to Grant as he went upstairs to bed. 

Smiling to herself, Valerie checked the time before going down to the party 
room. Everything was going just as planned, and she knew that she wouldn't 
have to be bothered by Grant. He would be taken care of for the evening by 
Beverly, and Valerie was quite sure that Bev would cooperate without really 
knowing that she was being used. Valerie could recognize her type from a 
mile away, as Beverly was very much like herself. The main difference was 
that Beverly would jump into bed with Grant out of her jealousy of Valerie, 
and not because Grant could arrange to have Victor fired. "No," Valerie 
thought, "Beverly is a gold-digger, too, and she'll play up to Grant in the 
hopes of winning him from me." Valerie laughed out loud as she realized that 
if nothing else succeeded that evening, she would at least have the great 
pleasure of getting back at Victor for having taken part in setting her up 
for Howard. Victor would be damned mad to find out his young wife was being 
fucked half to death by Grant Russell. 

* * * 

Brigit looked in the hall mirror at herself, and she found the stray hairs 
that had been tickling her neck. She was wearing her hair up, and she nearly 
ruined the hairdo by tucking the loose hairs back into the knot. She was 
angry that Valerie had planned a party on her usual night off, but thought 
she could at least console herself by the fact that it would be small. She 
knew that since Howard was coming, she would only be expected to stay 
upstairs, and the bartending would, as usual, be handled by Jorge. The 
thought of seeing Howard again, if only for the moment it took to open the 
door to let him in, excited her, but then she thought in some ways, she 
might prefer they had a big party. At least she would have something to do, 
and the evening would go faster. 

The doorbell interrupted her thoughts, and she hurried to the entry hall. 
She was excited by the possibility of seeing Howard at that moment, but when 
she opened the door, she was even more elated. Victor and Beverly Thomas 
were standing by the door, but Brigit's eyes looked past them to Roy. He was 
standing out by the Thomas's car, and she grinned as she realized that Roy 
was playing chauffeur that evening. She wouldn't have a wasted night, after 
all! 

"Please come in," she said, stepping back, and as Victor and Beverly walked 
past her, she motioned to Roy to come on up. Leaving the door standing open 
for Roy, Brigit led the Thomases to the stairs going down to the party room. 
"Please go downstairs, the Russells are expecting you." She stayed at the 
top of the stairs for a moment, then she hurried back to the front door 
where Roy was already waiting. 

"So, you're the chauffeur tonight," she said happily grabbing his hand and 
leading him toward the kitchen. 

"Got stood up on my date, so I figured I might as well work," Roy kidded 
her. "How long is this party going to last?" 

Brigit understood what he meant, and she laughed happily. "Don't worry, two 
more guests to arrive, and my work's done. We'll have lots of time!" She 
took Roy to her room and kissed him before going back to the entry hall. She 
was anxious for Howard and Linda Russell to arrive now, but her excitement 
was no longer from the prospect of seeing Howard. She wanted them to arrive, 
so she could return to Roy upstairs. 

Valerie and Grant greeted the Thomases like long-lost friends, and they 
immediately led them to the bar to try one of Jorge's famous drinks. Victor 
downed two drinks in five minutes, after Valerie told him that Howard and 
Linda were coming there, too. Valerie saw how Victor was looking at her the 
night he drove her to Howard's, and when she called up to invite him to 
tonight's party, she had been careful not to let on the fact that Howard and 
Linda would be there, too. Valerie figured that Victor would come in the 
hopes of making an arrangement with her, but that if he knew Howard would be 
attending, he might be discouraged and stay away. So she intentionally 
neglected to mention it. She didn't know that Victor would be reluctant to 
face Linda, and that was his reason for drinking heavily. 

Victor was so shaken, he didn't notice Grant's attentions toward Beverly, so 
Valerie's practiced distractions were not really necessary. Valerie was 
pleased by the way Victor concentrated on drinking, as it gave her the good 
opportunity to assist Grant, although she could see by the way Beverly was 
acting, that Grant would need little help. 

When Howard and Linda arrived, Victor was feeling more relaxed from his 
drinks, and he was startled when Linda walked directly up to him. He thought 
she was pointing an accusing finger at him as she held out her hand. 

"So nice to see you again, Victor," Linda said, smiling. She had prepared 
herself for facing him, and she was actually feeling gratitude for what he 
had done to her in the bath. 

That night had helped her to gain the courage to face her son again, but she 
was still somewhat reluctant to look at Grant for fear she might show her 
shame. Since Howard would be no help, Linda had decided that friendliness 
toward Victor would make her feel more at ease when she greeted her son. It 
at least made her feel like a different person than what she had been when 
she saw Grant with the girl. Also, she felt that putting Victor at ease 
might give her the opportunity to find out how he had come to be in her 
bathroom the other evening. 

"Good evening," Victor nodded, but his voice caught in his throat. He was 
surprised by Linda's friendly gesture, but after a few moments, he also felt 
relieved. In fact, he was beginning to think that Linda hadn't recognized 
him that evening in the bath, and he talked with her and Howard more easily. 
The drinks had a pleasant warming effect on everyone. 

After the normal amenities, and the welcome-homes to Grant, Valerie thought 
the time was right to get things started. She noticed that Victor, Linda and 
Howard were talking together, so she joined in the conversation that had 
been going between Beverly and Grant. 

"I understand that you're planning to remodel your new home," Valerie said 
to Beverly. She caught Grant's eye, and saw that he was aware of her timing. 

"Yes, we do hope to soon," Beverly replied. She was exceedingly well built, 
and the makeup she used to make herself look older was completely 
unnecessary. She looked naturally more mature for her age, mostly due to her 
remarkable shape, and the makeup destroyed the very striking effect of her 
lovely young face. Even with the excess of makeup, however, she radiated a 
potent sexuality. 

"You know, Beverly, we have some rather interesting features in this house 
you might enjoy seeing. Grant, darling, why don't you show Beverly around?" 
Valerie gave Grant the opportunity he needed to get Beverly alone, and Grant 
moved on it quickly. 

"I'd be delighted. Let's grab a fresh drink, and then I'll show you the best 
features of the house!" 

Valerie thought Grant was overdoing it slightly, but she saw that Beverly 
was completely taken with him. Valerie laughed to herself while getting 
another drink from Jorge, and she guessed the drinks had worked on Beverly, 
as Grant had his hand on her buttocks while taking her out of the party room 
toward one of the adjoining bedrooms. 

Valerie took a large gulp of her fresh drink, and she went to join the 
others. Her next move was to get Howard away from Linda and Victor, and she 
wasn't aware of the circumstances making it easy for her. 

Linda was glad when she saw Grant leave the room with young Beverly Thomas, 
as she felt more like she would be able to move around, now. She wanted to 
try and get Victor away somewhere to talk, and when Valerie joined them, she 
saw her opportunity. Standing up, Linda looked over to the bar and back to 
Victor. 

"Victor, would you be a darling and get me a fresh drink?" Linda asked in 
her most innocent voice. Victor and Howard had stopped talking when Valerie 
came up to them, and she knew that he couldn't refuse her request. 

"Yes, certainly," Victor said, and he excused himself to Howard and Valerie. 
As he moved toward the bar, Linda walked over with him. 

"Jorge makes wonderful drinks, don't you think so?" Linda inquired. Victor 
was looking back to the table where Howard and Valerie were now talking, and 
he turned to face Linda. 

"Yes, he does, indeed," Victor answered, realizing that he was stuck, and he 
reluctantly sat down on a stool next to the barstool which Linda had taken. 
He didn't want to look directly in Linda's eyes, and he watched Jorge go 
from behind the bar and leave the room. 

Linda sat quietly for several minutes, waiting for Victor to speak, but 
since he just sipped on his drink, she took the initiative herself. "Your 
wife is really quite beautiful. I feel very flattered that you found me so 
attractive the other night." 

Victor turned very pale, and he immediately turned to see if Howard could 
have overheard what Linda had said. He was relieved to see that Howard and 
Valerie had left the room. "You're very beautiful, too, Linda," he said 
quietly. He was still afraid that they might be overheard. 

"I want you to know that I am not angry, Victor. Grateful might be the best 
word to describe my feelings." Linda was sincere, and she truly wanted 
Victor to know it. She understood why he was nervous, and she wanted him to 
be assured that Howard would not find out anything from her ever. 

"I'm glad to hear that," Victor said. He was trying to figure out an excuse 
for leaving the room. 

"There is one thing I've been wondering that I thought you could answer for 
me. How did you come to be in the bathroom at that time?" Linda hoped that 
he would tell her his answer, but his expression changed. 

"I'm afraid it's' a rather complicated story," Victor lied, and he stood up 
from the barstool. "I'm sorry, but I've just remembered that I left some 
papers in my car which I wanted to leave here for Grant." Without waiting 
for Linda to say a word, he turned brusquely and hurried from the room. 

Staring at the liquid in the glass she held, Linda felt saddened by Victor's 
obvious fear of her. She had somehow hoped in the back of her mind that he 
would suggest that they get together again, and she realized that it was 
impossible. Victor had become too dependent upon Howard, perhaps, but Linda 
couldn't help thinking that he was not really attracted to her in the first 
place. She finished her drink quickly, and when she set the glass down and 
turned, she realized that she was alone in the room. She was feeling a dull 
burning sensation in the pit of her belly, and she wondered whether it was 
due to the drink or being with Victor that had brought the feeling upon her. 
She supposed that it had been from thinking about the incident in her 
bathtub the other night, and she felt angered by the fact that she could do 
nothing about it. She wanted to go home, and she got up from the bar, 
wobbling slightly as she stood up. She decided to find Grant and have him 
ask Jorge or even Brigit to drive her home. As usual, she could say she felt 
ill. 

Linda walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the staircase. She 
would have gone up the stairs if she hadn't thought she heard Grant's voice 
coming from a room to the left. The door was closed, and she rapped lightly 
on it, expecting to receive a response. When nothing happened, she opened 
the door to check the room, and her mind was suddenly thrown back to the day 
at the theatre. 

Inside the room on a bed, Grant was in the midst of wildly fucking Beverly 
Thomas, and Linda stared at their lewdly coupled bodies as if in a state of 
shock. They didn't even notice her standing in the doorway, as they were 
both nearing climax. Beverly's mouth was locked tightly on Grant's mouth, 
but she was moaning her ecstasy from deep inside her throat. Her long lithe 
legs were kicking out on either side of him and up into the air each time 
Grant's cock slammed into the depths of her pussy, and it looked as though 
there was a button in her womb that fired her body into spasms when touched 
by the head of his hardened cock. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his 
back, and her fingernails dug deep red welts in his flesh. A white 
glistening fluid covered Grant's huge penis as he sawed in and out of Victor 
Thomas's wife's pink vagina, and Linda could clearly see the ragged 
hair-lined lips at the opening fold in and out as he fucked his large cock 
into her. Grant's cum-filled balls kept slapping against her exposed anus as 
he pushed hard into the depths of her belly, and Beverly had her legs thrown 
out so wide that it looked like she would split in half. Her eyes were 
tightly shut, and lines appeared around them as she suddenly screamed with 
her mouth still locked tightly on Grant's lips. Her whole body began 
lurching violently under his driving cock, and when he slammed hard forward, 
Linda could see his groin jerk with equal intensity to hers as they both 
started climaxing together. White-hot sticky cum gushed out around the base 
of his thick penis, pouring over his bushy pubic hair to mat it down tightly 
against his pelvis. Their mutual intense pleasure was like the collision of 
two high-speed trains hitting head-on, and it was so erotic, Linda felt her 
own belly ignite like a flamethrower. She too wanted to scream! 

Linda gasped for air as she closed the door on the sight of her own son's 
fucking her recent lover's wife. She was shaking uncontrollably, and she 
staggered down the hallway toward the party room. She had just about 
succeeded in getting the vision of Grant and the girl in the theatre out of 
her mind, and now she had another image inscribed indelibly on her mind and 
memory. She wanted to shout her anger out loud, but her voice had left her. 
She ran up to the bar, and grabbing the nearest bottle, poured out the 
liquor, spilling half of the contents on the bar as she tried to stop her 
hand from its shaking. She drank the fiery drink as fast as she could get 
the contents of the glass into her mouth, and feeling the burning liquid in 
her throat, coughed while still in the process of draining the glass. 

Frantically looking around the empty room, Linda searched her mind for some 
clear spot of reason. Everyone was gone, and she had to get out of the 
house, or she would go mad. What was bothering her more than anything else 
when she started looking for Howard or Victor, was the knowledge that her 
own womb had again come to life with renewed aching passion as she watched 
her son wrapped between the legs of and fucking his large man-sized cock 
into another man's wife. 

 CHAPTER 7 

Earlier, when Valerie and Grant's father had left the party room together, 
Valerie felt pleased with the way things were going. Howard was anxious to 
get alone with her, and that was exactly what she had hoped he would want. 
She had thought that he might be reticent since Grant was there, but Howard 
seemed to know instinctively that Grant was preoccupied with Beverly Thomas, 
as he didn't seem to care when Valerie led him into the "show room." It was 
a room that she and Grant planned to use when they had the "gatherings" at 
their house, and it had been especially prepared for just such an occasion. 
In the center of the room was a circular sunken bed where entertainment was 
put on for the club guests. The room itself was not large, but surrounding 
the central bed were two levels of wide, comfortable couches where the 
guests could entertain themselves while still having an unobstructed view of 
the central bed. Valerie and Grant had only recently added the room on, and 
it had only been used twice for the wife-swapping meetings. The low-level 
lighting was such that the room seemed nearly dark when first entered, but 
as their eyes became adjusted to the darkness, it was clear that the 
majority of the lighting was concentrated on the central bed. Valerie began 
taking her clothes off as she and Howard approached the center of the room. 

"Please do it to me right away, darling.. It's been three days since that 
beautiful night with you," Valerie said quietly. She placed her hand against 
her father-in-law's pants to feel his erect cock throbbing beneath the 
material. 

Howard was anxious to fuck his son's hot young wife again, but at the same 
time, he was prepared to teach her once and for all that he was the one in 
control. He had felt that Valerie was setting something up when he arrived 
that evening, and he guessed that she wanted to be chased, on the naive 
presumption that he would give her anything to have her. He was going to 
have her, but it would be on his terms and conditions. She would have to 
come crawling to him and beg for his mercy, and only then would Howard be 
fully satisfied. 

"Take off all your clothes. I want to see your body completely naked," 
Howard said to his daughter-in-law, and he walked down to the bed in the 
center of the room. 

Valerie took off her bra and panties while watching Howard as he began 
undressing. She was wondering if Grant would think or care to find them when 
he got through with Beverly, and she hoped that he would. She laughed to 
herself, imagining Grant's expression if he were to walk in and find her 
being fucked crazy by his own father. In fact, she hoped that Victor and 
Linda would be with him, too. She felt sure that Victor and Linda would stay 
together at the bar in the party room until Grant returned, and then they 
might all go looking for herself and Howard. Valerie was smiling as she went 
to join Howard on the bed, as she was glad that everything was going better 
than she had planned. She was convinced that a confrontation would occur 
that evening, and the way she saw it, she had to come out on top. 

Valerie moved seductively toward the circular bed where Howard was waiting. 
She had learned three nights before that he wouldn't chase her, but she did 
know that he found her body hard to resist. Howard was lying back on the 
bed, propped on his elbows, and his huge cock stood up fully erect, the 
purple gland head seeming to throb with excitement. A tiny spasm of heat in 
her womb became greater as Valerie looked at the smooth fleshy column with 
anticipation. She knelt down on the bed beside Howard and wrapped her hand 
around his throbbing member, feeling the blood flowing rapidly through it, 
with the cool palm of her hand. Howard didn't move, so she leaned down 
without saying a word and blew her hot breath over the gland tip. Then, 
licking her lips with her pink tongue, she kissed the hot flesh in her hand 
before taking it into her saliva moistened mouth. Her lips sucked hungrily 
on the stiffened rod while her tongue swirled wetly over the rubbery flesh 
in her mouth. 

The sensations in her vagina grew in intensity as she bobbed her head up and 
down the erect penis. She could feel the lubricating fluid from her hot 
pussy, as it flowed out between the ragged pink flesh beneath her sparsely 
hair-lined vaginal slit. She wanted his big cock ramming into her down 
between her widespread legs, but she was determined not to do anything until 
Howard asked her to do it. She touched the twin sacs of his balls to feel 
the pressure of his cum swirling madly within. 

Howard stared at the sensuous body of his son's wife while she sucked 
voraciously at his cock. He liked the way she used her teeth and tongue, and 
the sensations coming from his swollen penis made his lust for her even 
greater. He had to laugh to himself, as he thought how she was making things 
easier for herself without really knowing it, and his moistened cock would 
be less painful for her when he shoved it up inside her hot, virgin young 
ass. He let her continue sucking him for a minute more, but then he could 
wait no longer, as he was eager to see her screaming for his mercy and 
helplessly skewered on the end of his desire-hardened cock. 

"Lay down on your belly," her father-in-law suddenly ordered as he pulled 
her away from his throbbing wet penis. Valerie moved on his command, 
stretching her beautiful body out on the circular bed. His eyes, having 
adjusted to the dim light, could clearly make out the smooth-skinned globes 
of her firm, rounded young buttocks, and he roughly pushed her legs wide 
apart to crawl up between them. Valerie didn't question him or resist in any 
way, and she laid still on her stomach like a subservient slave to her 
master's whims. Howard leaned his face close to the dark area between her 
inner thighs, and he pushed his middle finger like a dipstick into the moist 
folds of her vagina. Parting the fleshy lips with the tip of his finger, he 
found the moist dark opening to her womb and drove his long fingers inside. 

"Oooohhhh!" Valerie moaned, and she wiggled her hips back against the 
plunging finger. She clamped the walls of her cunt tightly around it while 
her father-in-law shoved deeply inside it. It felt good, and Valerie 
squirmed her lusty body against the cool sheet cover of the bed. Her breasts 
and stomach were filled with pleasant sensations from her wiggling against 
the sheet, but the finger in her cunt was the focus of her attention. 

After a moment, Howard pulled his moistened finger from the wet passage, and 
spreading the cheeks of her round buttocks aside with his other hand, he 
exposed the hairless pink opening of her anus to his gaze. The tiny puckered 
hole tightened instinctively when he pushed his moistened finger against it, 
but Howard worked the tip quickly inside the elastic ring of flesh and drove 
his finger deep into her rectum. 

"Aaaaaggghhh! Nooooo!" Valerie groaned from the pain of his cruel jab. The 
sizzling hot thrust of his long finger felt like an iron poker as it pushed 
into her tightly resisting anus. She tried to lurch away from the unnatural 
intruder, but Howard held her tightly against the bed. She consciously 
forced herself to relax her anal muscles, and the pain quickly subsided. She 
had had fingers thrust into her rectum before, but the suddenness of her 
husband's father's ramming finger had cruelly hurt her. She began to grow 
nervous as she wondered what Howard was preparing her for, and a sick fear 
flashed through her body when she thought about the size of his cock. She 
could never take that huge fleshy shaft in her rectum, she thought, it would 
tear her apart. 

Feeling the flesh around his finger loosen up, Howard began working his 
finger inside the narrow rubbery passage, stretching it wider for the 
greater entry to come. The sight of his finger buried deep in her proud 
young asshole made his cock jerk with excitement, and he moved his finger 
faster in the hot clasping passage. He wanted to have his cock shoved deep 
up in her tight virginal rectum when he climaxed, and just to think about 
the idea nearly made him ejaculate right then and there. 

Helpless and scared, Valerie began to shake, since she was convinced that 
her father-in-law planned to show her no mercy and to fuck her like some 
tramp whore in her rectum. She tried desperately to think of something she 
could say that might stop him, but she could think of nothing. She even 
began to hope that Grant would come looking for her right away, but she knew 
Grant better than that. Grant would be involved with Beverly too long to get 
there before his father would try to shove his cock in her anus. She knew 
that there was no hope, and she was going to be victimized by Howard 
Russell. Knowing how cruel and vicious Howard could be made her fears grow 
greater, even though at the same moment her womb was burning with mounting 
sensations from his finger sawing relentlessly into her still resisting 
anus. 

Howard couldn't wait any longer as the sight of his young daughter-in-law's 
firm, rounded buttocks made his balls ache from the need for release. He was 
pinning her legs out wide with his knees pressed against her smooth inner 
thighs, and he could see the moist secretions covering the ragged pink flesh 
of her vagina. He jerked his long finger from her loosened anal passage, and 
grabbing the lightly-tanned cheeks of her buttocks, he parted the soft 
yielding crevice as wide as he could. 

"Okay, you hot little bitch! Raise your ass up here so I can fuck it!" 
Howard spit the lewd words out at the cringing girl beneath him. She turned 
her head to one side, and he could see the sudden fear in her beautiful 
face. She knew now she had lost complete control of the situation. 

"Please, Howard! No! You're too big! You'll tear me in half! Please don't, 
pleeaaasseee!" Valerie pleaded with her husband's father, and she was 
half-frozen from fright as she saw his giant cock lewdly erect from the 
thick purple tip to the tangled pubic hair growing out around the base of 
it. It looked bigger than she remembered its having been, and it was 
pointing straight at her helplessly exposed anus. Valerie closed her eyes 
tightly when she saw there was no stopping Howard. He was going to fuck her 
back there in her rectum and humiliate her horribly even if it killed her! 

Leaning forward, her lewdly grinning father-in-law placed the head of his 
penis firmly against the tiny puckered opening of her anus, and partly 
pulling with his arms and pushing with his hips, he tried with all his 
strength to drive his blunt member into the tightly straining ring of 
elastic flesh. His daughter-in-law was moaning with anger and pain beneath 
him, but he didn't let up at all. He felt her resistance waiver for an 
instant, and lurching hard forward, the thick head of his cock suddenly 
popped inside. The fleshy ring of her anus stretched around the gland tip of 
his cock like a tightly clinging rubber band. 

"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh! " Valerie screamed, as loudly as she could. The pain was 
terrible, and she screamed again and again in hopes it would bring someone 
to her aid. But she had forgotten that it was her idea to sound-proof the 
showroom, and her cries only helped her anguished mind. 

"Howard! I can't take it! Please, nooooo!" Valerie sobbed, but he knew the 
initial pain was past, and the rest to come would slowly merge into an all 
consuming pleasure that she would never forget. 

"Fuck!" Howard thought, as he felt the tight flesh wrap around the head of 
his penis. He was out of his mind with lust, and he shoved his hips hard 
again. His thick cock plowed a few inches more into the tight restricting 
rectal passage, and he had to pin Valerie down to keep her from crawling off 
of the bed. The excitement of his entry made his cock swell up even larger, 
and the sensations in his groin were stimulating him to hurry. 

"Aaawwwwwwwwhhhh! Noooooo! I can't! I can't! Oh, God, I can't!" Valerie 
squirmed beneath Howard's powerful strength, and the muscles in her anus 
seemed only to make the huge instrument grow larger as she tried to clench 
them together to hold the monstrous cock back from its relentless advance 
into her. The pain raced up and down her spine like a thousand piercing 
knives, but her hope of stopping his merciless assault was gone. She had no 
strength left with which she could fight back, and the huge fleshy column 
pushed deeply inside her rectum like a burrowing python until his groin 
finally slammed hard into her upraised buttocks, flattening them like so 
much putty before it. 

"Oooooohh!" Valerie screamed in agony, but her rectum was filled by the huge 
long cock. She didn't move, for fear that the searing pain would return in 
her wide stretched anus. She was immobilized and felt as though she wanted 
to fart but couldn't. 

When Howard had felt the resistance quit, he was pushing with all his 
strength, and his cock drove deep inside the hot rubbery passage, unimpeded. 
The round cheeks of her buttocks flattened slightly from the impact of his 
pelvis crashing into her, and his cock was completely buried in the depths 
of her hot, still vainly resisting rectum. It felt like he had shoved his 
long penis into a liquid glove of pressure, and the idea alone was enough to 
make him want to cum. He stayed still for a long moment, to fight off the 
growing insistence on release from his groin. 

Valerie felt like she was skewered on an iron spit for roasting over a fire, 
and she cringed the muscles in her face to keep the flooding pain from 
making her pass out. She was sure she was split from back to front up to her 
waist, as waves of pain kept emanating from her flesh filled rectum. Yet, in 
spite of the terrible pain, she also felt keenly the sensations radiating 
from her excited womb. 

Flexing his long penis after a moment, Howard felt the tightly-wrapped flesh 
around the swollen head respond. Valerie stopped screaming, and when he 
flexed his cock again, she only whimpered quietly. He knew that in a few 
minutes she would again be the raging sexual animal she had been the night 
he first fucked her, and he wondered how he might somehow add to his 
dominance over her. He didn't have to think long, for just at that moment, 
he saw Victor Thomas walking into the room. 

Victor had left Linda at the bar and gone looking for his handyman, Roy. He 
was not thinking about Beverly, or wondering what she was doing at this 
moment, but rather, he was going to have Roy drive him home and return later 
for Beverly. Linda was more fascinating than he had realized, and sitting 
next to her only made him want her more. He was excited just by the sight of 
her, but he knew he couldn't dare to have anything to do with her again, 
even though she seemed to want him. Victor had become even angrier when he 
couldn't find Roy, and in his mad search for Roy, had walked into the room 
where Howard and Valerie were. It was dark, too dark to see clearly when he 
entered, and he would have left if his attention hadn't been directed to the 
center of the room by a sound. His eyes adjusted slowly to the low light, 
but then suddenly, he realized where he was. 

"Victor! Wait!" Howard called after the retreating man. Holding tightly onto 
Valerie's helplessly impaled body, Howard rolled with her onto his side, and 
his long cock twitched excitedly deep in her rectum. "Victor! Get down here. 
You can fuck her in the cunt!" Howard made it sound like an order when he 
spoke, and Victor stopped dead in his tracks. 

"Howard, no! Please!" Valerie pleaded, but she was weirdly excited at the 
same time by the idea of what he proposed. She forgot about the pain of 
Howard's unnatural entry, as the thought of being fucked by two men at once 
sunk into her pain-fogged brain. 

"Shut up! You're going to love it!" her father-in-law said, his face close 
to her ear. He was grinning to himself triumphantly as he knew that he had 
now totally humiliated and subjugated his daughter-in-law to his every wish 
and whim. 

Victor was stunned for a moment, but as Howard's command became clear in his 
mind, he became uncontrollably excited. He looked down at them, straining 
his eyes in the dull light as Howard rolled over, Valerie Russell locked 
tightly to him by his huge pulsating cock in her anus. The sight of their 
lewd coupling and young Valerie's naked sensual body turned toward his eyes 
was enough. The chance to fuck her under any circumstances was fine with 
Victor, and he quickly pulled off his clothes. His thick cock was fully 
erect when he reached the large circular bed to join his employer in fucking 
Grant Russell's wife, and he moved quickly across to stretch out beside her. 

Enraged and humiliated in her conscious mind, Valerie closed her eyes in an 
attempt at not showing any subconscious pleasure. She didn't want to give in 
to the lewd three-way triangle her own husband's father was subjecting her 
to, and she tried to put the growing excitement in her womb out of her mind 
when Victor's warm wet lips covered her sensitive breasts with heated 
kisses. 

Howard rolled onto his back, taking Valerie with him, and his knees pressed 
outward against her inner thighs held her legs far apart. "Come on, Victor! 
Get your cock in her! I can't wait all day!" Howard grunted to him. 

Moving quickly up between their widespread legs, Victor eagerly stared down 
at Valerie's moist, hair-lined young cuntal opening. He could see that 
Howard's huge throbbing cock was deeply imbedded in her tightly clenching 
anus, and the sight of her lewdly helpless position excited him even more. 
He leaned forward on his hands placed on either side of the tightly locked 
couple, and without hesitation pressed the thick purple head of his thick 
cock into the damp folds of Grant's wife's hot, open vagina. He looked down 
across her full breasts to the dark, silky pubic hair, and pushing forward 
with his hips, trying eagerly to work his cock inside. 

Trying desperately to resist the lewd sensations rising slowly in her womb, 
Valerie stayed limp and unresponsive when Howard rolled her on top of him 
with her back pressed down into his chest. But when she felt the blunt head 
of Victor's penis pushing against her vagina, her last resistance broke and 
she reached eagerly down to take hold of the large pulsating shaft to guide 
it between the pink lips at the opening to her vaginal passage. Parting the 
soft folds of her tight young pussy with the thick bulbous head, she gasped 
when it suddenly plunged up her cuntal passage, filling her whole womb with 
thick hot flesh. 

"Oooohhhhhh, God!" She felt the swift entry in every part of her body, and 
the sensation of being sandwiched between the two men at the same time with 
both their lust-hardened cocks deep inside her belly was terrifying to her. 

Victor could not contain his excitement when his hard fleshy penis plowed 
into the depths of her vagina. The tight warm walls of her cunt seemed to 
clasp his penis in a ravenous grip of warm slick pussy flesh, and he started 
fucking in and out of her immediately. Howard had already begun driving his 
huge cock in her rectum, and after a few moments, the two men began fucking 
her in a steady, well timed rhythm. The see-sawing in and out of her cunt 
and asshole simultaneously had excited them both then to the point of 
bursting with lewd passion, and for several moments they found it difficult 
to maintain the rhythm. They could feel the force of each other's hardened 
cocks through the thin wall of flesh separating Valerie's two genital 
passages, and gradually, they found the right timing to fuck into her 
together. 

At first, Valerie thought she was being pounded by giant fists into 
oblivion, and the dual rape of her cunt and rectum made her tense with 
shame. As the rhythm of their fucking became more even, she began to feel 
the raw lust of sexual urgency growing greater and greater in her helplessly 
impaled body. The thought of having the two cocks pumping hot sticky cum 
into her belly excited her more and more, and she gradually fucked back at 
them to let the twin cocks fucking into her have their way with her. 

* * * 

Linda was half-crazed with passion from having again witnessed her son in 
the act of fucking Victor Thomas's wife, and the drinks she had poured into 
herself did nothing to dampen her lust. She was both frantic and excited 
when she walked into the show room, and as with Victor, she was attracted by 
the strange wet smacking sounds she heard. At first, she thought it was her 
imagination playing tricks when she saw the three naked bodies in their lewd 
crab-like coupling, but as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she was 
shocked by her discovery. She realized by the sounds that what she saw was 
actually happening, and her legs started shaking so violently that she fell 
back on one of the large couches at the first level in the room. The three 
people were so engrossed in their lewd act, she was sure that none of them 
noticed her come into the room, and she sat on the couch in stunned silence, 
watching them performing the unbelievable sex scene in front of her. 

Linda was not really surprised to see Howard and Val together as she had 
always felt that Valerie was after Howard, but the fact that Howard and 
Victor were fucking Valerie simultaneously in a lewd assault on her anus and 
vagina was more than Linda could bear. She thought the whole house was 
filled with mad sex orgies, and her mind snapped from the exposure to all 
the erotic images. She began tearing at her clothes as though they were 
chains confining her body from full satisfaction. She was both enraged and 
stimulated by the sight of Howard's assault on their son's wife, and her 
clothes were torn by the time she got them off. 

She was completely naked before she knew what she was doing, and her eyes 
were glued to the lewd heap of fucking bodies on the circular bed. She could 
clearly see where the two thick cocks skewered into Valerie's wide-stretched 
loins like twin battering rams. Valerie's vaginal secretions had wetly 
covered the two driving cocks along their whole glistening lengths, and 
Linda trembled helplessly as she watched the huge fleshy columns plunge deep 
into the twin orifices between her daughter-in-law's wide-splayed legs. The 
sight of Howard's huge cock disappearing up into Valerie's wide stretched 
asshole, while at the same time Victor's thick rod pounded into the ragged 
pink flesh of her cunt, was exciting Linda tremendously. Lying on the couch 
so she could watch the dual fucking with unobstructed view, she drove two of 
her fingers up between her legs, instantly plunging them inside the tight 
wet walls of her inflamed cunt. Then, while she sawed her fingers in and out 
of her vagina, she jammed two fingers of her other hand into her tiny 
puckered anus. Her belly was aflame with passion, and she wanted nothing 
more than to increase the sensations until she would burst from the pure 
sexual lust. At that moment, Grant walked into the room, his eyes straining 
to see in the darkness. 

Having left Beverly in the bedroom while she was getting dressed, Grant had 
pulled on his pants and shirt to hurry and join the others. He didn't want 
to arouse suspicions by too long an absence, and he had been surprised to 
find no one in the party room. He hadn't expected to find anyone in the 
showroom, but he checked it in passing on his way upstairs. 

Grant knew immediately what was happening on the central bed, even though he 
could hardly see in the dull light. He was about to run down to the bed for 
a closer look as he was still not sure who it was fucking his wife, and he 
couldn't tell that she was being fucked that good. He stopped because he 
became aware of someone else in the room. 

Linda Russell saw her son come in, and immediately she moved back against 
the wall. She wanted to hide, but then she thought that Grant might do 
something terrible when he realized what was happening on the bed. 
Instinctively, she moved to stop him without giving thought to her own open 
nakedness. 

"What the hell's going on?" Grant yelled as he saw Linda move toward him. He 
paid no attention to her being nude as his question concerned the people on 
the bed. 

"Grant! They're not worth it!" Linda assured him grabbing his arm as he 
started again toward the bed. 

Valerie was nearing her climax when she heard Grant's voice, and the 
knowledge of his presence in the room excited her even more. Howard and 
Victor were totally engrossed in their fucking of her, and they hammered 
their cocks into her wet, wildly pumping belly with greater and greater 
intensity. She was ecstatic with the sensations coming from her cunt and her 
rectum, and she wiggled back against their driving forces like a sensual 
glutton. 

Angered, shocked and stimulated by the sight of the trio on the bed, Grant 
froze when it was clear to him what was happening. Victor and his own father 
were both fucking his wife, who was in a state of utter ecstasy, sandwiched 
between the two men, their large fleshy cocks sawing regularly and 
rhythmically in her cunt and asshole. He was dumb-founded by the lewd 
picture their action formed, and he saw no point in stopping. His father was 
ass-fucking his own wife, and stopping him then couldn't change anything. 

When Grant turned to face his mother, he saw the lust-glazed expression in 
her eyes, and it was only then that he really saw her beautiful naked body. 
She was still holding his arm as if to prevent him from leaving her side, 
and the combined effect of his excitement and anger hit him. His large cock 
was again fully erect and throbbing anxiously from the sensual stimulation 
all around him, but at that moment he only saw a beautiful naked woman. She 
was his mother, but also she was Howard's wife. Grant pulled her naked body 
to him, holding her tightly in his arms, and the softness of her lower belly 
pressed against his hardened penis made him tremble with excitement. 

"I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you, Mom!" Grant moaned with his mouth 
close to his mother's ear. His words were based on his real desire for 
Linda, but it had been released by an unconscious wish to get even with his 
father for debauching his young wife. It was a lust for Linda that he had 
never before recognized until that moment. 

Linda was in such an excited state that she didn't fully grasp the 
consequences of Grant's words. She, too, wanted to get back at Howard for 
all the indignities she had suffered, but the only thought she had at that 
moment was to be sexually fulfilled by her own son. She knew then that it 
was what she had always really wanted, and she didn't care about anything 
else. 

"Yes, Grant! Yes! I want you to fuck me!" she said, and Grant was already 
lifting her in his arms to carry her to the large couch. The warmth of his 
arms around her naked body, holding her against his body, filled her with 
more desire than she had ever known. He laid her gently down on the soft 
couch, and she frantically pulled at the buttons on his shirt. Grant had 
loosened his fly to let his pants fall down to the floor, and she saw his 
large erect penis jump straight out, the huge purple head throbbing with 
life. She raised her head up to kiss it, covering the blood-filled tip with 
her warm wet lips, and Grant moaned from the pleasure her warm mouth gave 
him. He threw his shirt to the floor, and crawled up on the couch between 
his mother's white wide-spread thighs. 

"I have to have you right now!" Grant pleaded as the pressure in his 
cum-filled balls was pounding with excitement. He looked down at the tight 
pink opening to his mother's womb, and the stimulating sight filled him with 
lusting passion. He completely forgot about the joined trio on the circular 
bed below them. 

"Fuck me now, son! I want your sweet cum to fill me. Fuck me now!" Linda 
groaned. She pulled on his large cock held tightly in her delicate hand, and 
Grant leaned down across her body, his chest pressing delightfully against 
the erect pink nipples of her breasts. The fire in her lower belly was 
raging out of control, and she hurriedly parted the hair-lined folds on her 
vaginal lips with the tip of his long hard penis. Arching her hips up when 
she placed the head against the moist opening of her cunt, she hungrily took 
the purple gland head inside the warm entrance to her womb. 

Holding back for only a moment, Grant felt the wet heat of Linda's cunt 
sucking at his throbbing cock, and he shoved forward with his hips, plunging 
the long shaft down the lust-slickened passage. He could feel the tight 
walls parting around the sensitive head of his desire-hardened penis as if 
to cover it with smooth clasping sensations, and he drove in deep inside 
until the tight opening of her cunt was firmly wrapped around the base of 
his thick plunging penis, his pubic hair pressed hard against the soft folds 
of her flesh. 

"Oooohhhh! It's soooo goooood!" Linda moaned as she felt her vaginal passage 
filled with the warm throbbing flesh of her son's hardened cock. The greatly 
enlarged head was pressing against the limit of her womb, and she was 
overwhelmed with feelings of passion. She pressed her mouth against the taut 
muscles in his neck, ripping and sucking at his flesh as he began the steady 
sawing motion of screwing his long cock in and out of her sensation-charged 
vagina. 

Valerie was completely engrossed in a masochistic joy from the strange, 
stimulating pleasure of the dual fucking. Her whole body undulated between 
the two men, and she was begging for their hot cum to fill the greedily 
nibbling two passages between her legs. Her belly was erupting with great 
spasms of sensation, and suddenly she could contain her climax no longer. 

"OOOooooohhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Oooohhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck ittttt!" she screamed as 
her womb flooded with her own orgasm. The two men seemed to be waiting for 
it like a signal, and they both shoved their cocks simultaneously into the 
depths of her cunt and rectum, their long pistoning rods wildly ejaculating 
as they pushed up inside her. Valerie went out of her mind from the 
sensations of the hot sticky cum being pumped crazily into her womb and 
rectum. She was flooded with the hot stabbing pleasures as the men jerked 
wildly, sending their cum deep, deep up into her heaving belly. Her body was 
buffeted between them like a rag doll, and she climaxed again and again 
until they finally stopped cumming. Then after a moment, Victor pulled his 
deflating cock from her wide-stretched cunt with a wet sucking noise as he 
rolled off from the top of her body. He could clearly see the thick stump of 
Howard's cock still imbedded deep in her anus below the wet pink edges of 
her pussy. Valerie looked as though she were in a daze when Howard finally 
rolled off to the side and pulled his still-hard cock from the depths of her 
cum-filled rectum. They were all lying on the large bed, breathing deeply, 
when they heard Linda's cry. 

"Aaaaaauuuggggghhhhh! " Linda screamed as Grant's passion-inflated cock 
hammered deep inside her clasping cunt. She lifted her legs up to open her 
vagina as wide as possible, for Grant's final plunge into the depths of her 
flooding womb. His large cock began jerking crazily as his hot cum spurted 
from the thick swollen head, sending Linda into a wild rapture of heretofore 
unknown pleasure. She pushed her cunt up against his hairy pelvis as she 
reached the most explosive climax she had ever had. Her cunt contracted 
again and again around the thick column of throbbing flesh, spilling out her 
cum hot and sticky over the thick base of his deeply buried cock. They 
bounced wildly together in their mutual joy as their locked bodies shook 
from the ecstasy of their climax. 

"Sonofabitch!" Howard yelled as he sat up to see his wife and son fucking 
each other. He turned red with the fury of his helpless rage at seeing them 
climax in mutual frenzied passion. 

Valerie sat up, holding onto Howard's naked body, and she smiled broadly, 
delighted by the way things had turned out. It was far better than she had 
hoped for it to be. 

"Damned Mama's boy! I always said it!" Howard said to Valerie, and he turned 
to see what she was looking at. Beverly had just walked into the room, and 
she was standing near Grant and Linda in stunned silence. "Get down here, 
damnit!" Howard yelled, and in spite of Victor's mild protest, Beverly 
joined with them in another mad sexual coupling. The four of them continued 
fucking in every conceivable combination far into the night, many hours 
after Grant and Linda Russell had left them and gone upstairs to bed. 

 CHAPTER 8 

Brigit closed the front door behind herself as she walked out of the house 
toward the car. She tucked the long shopping list of items needed into her 
purse, then set her purse down on the front seat, next to her. The afternoon 
sun was hot, so she rolled the window down before driving around the circle 
by the Pacific Ocean, heading for the store. She was happy, and she hummed a 
song out loud to herself. 

Exactly a week had passed since the eventful night that Brigit felt had 
changed her life for the better. It had not been until late that evening 
that she had discovered what was happening at the party, and at the time she 
thought everyone had gone crazy. There was Howard and Valerie, Victor Thomas 
and his young wife in the rawest sexual scene Brigit had ever seen, and to 
top it all off, Grant and Linda sleeping peacefully together in his bed. "It 
had frightened her so much that Roy stayed with her all night to wait out 
the results of the conflict that were sure to follow. Everything had 
happened so fast afterwards, Brigit was still a bit confused by it. 

The first thing that had happened scared her, since Victor Thomas had 
angrily fired Roy for not having been at the car when Victor first went 
looking for him. That incident had been followed by a series of changes that 
at the very least surprised Brigit, and also made her happy. For the first 
time, she had been able to recognize what a bastard Howard Russell really 
was, and when Valerie left Grant to move in with Howard at the Point, Brigit 
had welcomed her absence. She knew that Valerie would not be able to 
manipulate Howard as she had done with Grant, and Howard would never give 
Valerie all the things she expected. Then, when Linda in turn moved in with 
her son at the Meadows house, Brigit had been a little nervous at first, but 
Linda was proving to be a remarkable woman. She found that working for Linda 
and Grant was the best situation she had ever encountered. Linda was always 
nice and never demanding, and she seemed genuinely interested in her 
well-being. There would be no more of the "gatherings," either, since in 
spite of the incestuous relationship, Linda and Grant were content with only 
each other. 

Turning the car onto the road leading to the shopping center, Brigit had to 
laugh. The one thing that pleased her more than anything else had occurred 
as a result of Valerie's leaving. Valerie had taken Jorge to the Point when 
she moved, leaving Grant and Linda without a butler for their home. The end 
result was Linda insisting that Roy go to work there, both as a butler and 
as a convenience for Brigit. Of course, Linda had asked Brigit and Roy if 
they would like to work together, and they had gladly agreed to it. 

Finding a parking space, she pulled in and cut the ignition off. She got out 
of the car and walked to the market fishing in her purse for the shopping 
list. When she passed the check-out stands and picked out a cart, she saw 
Jorge grumbling at one of the clerks as he was paying for some groceries. 
She guessed that Jorge wasn't too happy with his new job, and she hurried 
down an adjacent aisle of food so Jorge wouldn't see her. She was too happy 
to want to hear any complaints from him, since she was sure that he would 
have a lot to say, but the way Brigit looked at the results of that night a 
week past, she and Roy were the only ones who came out the winners. 


THE END
