The Senator's Wife Volume One
[aka 'Mark's Wandering Wife Vol. I']
by Roger Grayson


FOREWORD 

Roger Grayson has uncovered a seething bed of local Tammany in The Senator's 
Wife. He has probed beneath the underlying motives of greed and power, the 
covetous political iniquities that warp men's minds and drive them to 
unbelievable depths of corruption in their insatiable desire to gain their 
ends; he has bared the use of sex in self-gain politics. 

Mr. Grayson has purposely avoided the dry aspects of political activities, 
harangues and procedures to take us directly into the more intricate purpose 
of motivation and result, dwelling almost entirely on the strong 
characterization of his people to tell his story. From the very onset, one 
has to be shocked when realizing the lengths one human being will go to use 
another, and yet, how many of us are not guilty of same to some extent? 

Mark Coleman, ambitious, ruthless and accursed, steeped in the consuetude of 
his forefathers, bound morally to the traditions of a noble family, cannot 
be entirely blamed for the offering of his beautiful Dianne at the 
sacrificial altar of the "kingmaker." His lusts for power and position were 
inherent, even though his methods may not have been, but in these troubled 
times of progress when votes are openly bartered for and manipulated, the 
reader must search his own soul to decide the degree of this man's evil ... 
if such it be. 

A great man once said: "It would be folly to argue that the people in a 
democracy cannot make political mistakes. They can and do make grave 
mistakes. They know it; they pay the penalty; but compared with the mistakes 
which have been made by every other form of government they are 
unimportant." And the people are this democracy. 

We, the Publishers, are proud to present this timely work by the author who 
brought us A Neighborhood Party and The Company Party. His tremendous 
insight and gifted pen have reminded us once again that it is not the 
obvious we need be concerned with, but the deeper, almost inconceivable 
moral turpitudes we have to fear. 

In this novel, Mr. Grayson has aptly substituted soul and flesh in lieu of 
currency, as tender for the backing might of the Reed Machine. Mark 
Coleman's uncalculating error was his unconscious sacrificing of his devoted 
young wife's self respect, and eventually his very own soul. . . but this to 
a new and more devastating monster he himself created. 

The ironic twist of events that finally bring about a measure of welcomed, 
if weird and frightening, justice in Mr. Grayson's novel is a tribute to his 
writing skill, and his underlying thesis might well be summed up in these 
words of Thackeray: People hate as they love, unreasonably. 

THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER I 

It was Saturday and Mark had left early to play golf at the country club. 
There had been no kiss goodbye nor tender love-pats such as a young, new 
wife might expect from her husband, not even a word when he'd left her; but 
then, already she had grown accustomed to such treatment. 

Dianne Coleman lay stretched out on their large, luxurious bed, a 
voluptuous, golden-haired Venus, the soft rounded contours of her 
breathtaking loveliness veiled enticingly by the diaphanous negligee she 
wore. Her wide-set, deep hazel-eyes bore an expression of sadness; her 
perpetually pouting lower lip trembled ... her mind had suddenly conjured up 
the semblance of Phillip Gates ... Too often, lately, that had happened ... 
too often. 

She struggled with her thoughts, forcing out all others but those of her 
husband. He would be soliciting support for his campaign from business and 
professional cohorts, the purpose of this rare day of leisure; at least, 
that had been what he had told her last night ... one of the unusual 
occasions when she had been granted the pleasure of his company during the 
full month of their marriage. My God ... it was unbelievable, wasn't it? A 
nightmare...? No ... no, simply a deception. 

Tears clouded her eyes; she bit at her full lower lip and subconsciously 
reached for the book on the stand beside her. Something ... anything, to 
absorb her attention momentarily. 

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves... 

She read Goethe's words blurringly from the small volume of quotations she 
had taken from 

Mark's study. Good Lord, how appropriate, she thought. Then, she found 
herself wondering if her handsome attorney-husband had ever taken the time 
to read this, or any of the other dusty works that lined the walls of that 
room. She doubted it; there was hardly time in Mark Coleman's ruthlessly 
ambitious existence for anything that didn't have to do with his quest for 
political power ... even his wife. 

Dear God, how was it that she hadn't detected this from the very beginning, 
she wondered for the thousandth time. How could she have been so utterly 
blind ... his secretary for six months, yet know so little of his personal 
traits? 

Again, she forced her eyes to the printed page, and the words of Moliere 
seemed to leap out at her in answer to her question. 

One is easily fooled by that which one loves. 

She closed the book and sat up, disconsolately surveying the splendor of her 
surroundings as she contemplated the wise, philosophical words. Suddenly, a 
bitter smile caught at her pretty mouth as she thought: The first sight of 
love is the last of wisdom. Who had made that brilliant quote? It had just 
popped into her mind, but good Lord, how well it pertained. Mark Coleman had 
simply overwhelmed her; she had fallen in love with him the moment she had 
first laid eyes on him seven months ago, but never in her wildest dreams had 
she even dared believe that one day he would ask her to be his wife. 

It had all happened so fast ... his sudden, almost spontaneous invitation to 
dinner ... candlelight and champagne ... bubbles up her nose ... her head 
swimming giddily ... his proposal ... their elopement that very night ... 
and then ... oh God ... the horror! No, she didn't want to think of that...! 
No, she didn't want to think of that...! 

Was she living in some appallingly distorted dream world? Under the 
influence of some weird drug, perhaps? She shook her beautiful head, causing 
her long blonde tresses to flail wildly about her shoulders, then fall 
neatly and softly back into place. No, there were no artificially induced 
cobwebs distorting her mind; she had simply deceived herself! 

She arose from the bed and slowly crossed the large, plushly carpeted 
bedroom on the huge draped window overlooking the spacious grounds of the 
Coleman mansion. The mid-day California sun cast cooling shadows beneath the 
cypress and pepper trees, giving the velvet-like lawns a bluish hue, broken 
only by the myriad beds of flowers, Eduardo, the gardener, kept so trim and 
beautiful. Her own domain, Dianne thought wryly; she was mistress of the 
realm ... and like the forgotten princess, its prisoner. 

Staring off at the small sprawling city below, She recalled the slim volume 
of Coleman history she had found in the study. For a century, it read, the 
palatial, gray-stoned mansion had stood, housing three generations of the 
politically successful family, their vast land holdings throughout the 
country and in this city of Rio Lado itself, the source of their comfortable 
wealth. All had been lawyers such as Mark, and all had begun their political 
careers as state senators, just as he was attempting to do now. But the 
wealth, the power, the name ... none of these had mattered to her, nor even 
interested her; she had only been concerned to learn if all the Coleman 
males had been as coldly indifferent to their women as Mark had been to her 
during the one short month of their marriage ... and she hadn't found out. 

It was so awesomely unbelievable! She thought of how little she had even 
seen of him ... actually, she had shared his bed only a half-dozen times, 
and each of these occasions absolute drunken horrors she had tried to blot 
from her mind. It was near impossible for her to believe that this handsome, 
thirty-three-year old man who had easily won her heart could treat it so 
brutally, so ignominiously. My God ... it was almost as if she were some 
kind of tool he had purchased for a particular use, to discard when he was 
through with it. 

Still, she felt certain that once the election was over, it would all be 
different. She had tried to understand the strain he was under with his 
campaign, while still endeavoring to handle his practice ... a grueling 
combination for any man ... especially the man one loved ... and she did 
love him ... she did! 

She felt sure the tremendous draught he had placed upon himself was the 
cause of his heavy drinking, and why he had been so short tempered with her 
when they were together ... plus the fact that one did not domesticate an 
active, handsome man who had spent better than a third of his life as a 
bachelor, overnight. 

Anyway, she loved him ... regardless of all else, of all his failings ... 
She was his wife! Till death do us part, she repeated softly to herself, 
tears once more glazing her eyes. 

Abruptly, Phillip crowded into her thoughts again. She sighed and turned 
from the window, refusing to welcome his mental presence. She walked slowly 
toward the bath, deliberately filling her mind with other things. 

She remembered the dance at the country club ahead of her this night and 
pondered on that. Their weekly social ritual. God, how she'd come to dread 
them. She'd never regarded herself a prude, but measured in this elite 
circle there was little doubt but what she was. Her conception of the 
envious country-club set had been more or less founded on the stories one 
reads in the women's magazines, never the hard-drinking, promiscuous, 
mate-swapping group her prominent and wealthy husband had introduced her 
into. Although she had seen only the superficial side and not the actual 
orgies she'd heard took place in different member's splendid homes, it was 
still difficult for her to believe that couples truly exchanged husbands and 
wives for purpose of sex ... God, she could never...! Nor could she 
understand why Mark had sneered at her when she'd told him this. But then 
... there was very little she had been able to understand about her learned, 
ambitious husband since the moment they had exchanged vows in the home of a 
Reno Justice of the Peace. 

Now, gracefully, she slipped out of her negligee and caught the reflection 
of her twenty-three-year-old white nakedness in the full-length wall 
mirrors. It pleased her to admire her flawless body. Good God, someone had 
to ... She thought of the bestial expression of lust that had contorted 
Mark's drunken face each time he had taken her and a cringing shudder 
coursed over her soft sensitive flesh. She didn't want to think of that 
either. Instead, she gazed appreciatively at her high-set, rounded, wildly 
spaced breasts whose pink-tipped nipples had distended from the cool rush of 
air caressing them, down to her slender, girlish waist that gently swelled 
into round, provocative hips, a flat, smooth stomach and long, full, 
well-tapered thighs, curvaceous calves and nicely formed ankles. She caught 
at her shoulder-length honey-colored hair and lifted it in back to the top 
of her head, pinning it there, the movement causing her erect, rotund 
breasts to jut forth in full bloom. Then, narcissistically, she smoothed her 
hands down over them and along her slightly delineated ribs to the 
smoothness of her belly and through the soft golden down that verified her 
natural complexion ... Again, she trembled and felt the flush in her cheeks 
at her wanton stroking of her own body. 

Quickly, she stepped inside the glass shower-stall. What she needed was a 
cold spray to lower her temperature ... No! No, what she needed was a gentle 
and understanding husband who would make warm, passionate love to her and 
truly consummate their marriage...! Oh God, what had she done? 

Phillip ... Mark ... Mark! 

Finally, she wept, even as the shower sprayed against her upturned face and 
her brain filled uncontrollably with memories she could no longer 
surpress... 

* * * 

Carrying their blessings, Dianne Lovell had left her parents' home in 
Concord, New Hampshire, to join her fianc' with all intentions of marrying 
him immediately. Phillip Gates was twenty-five, tall, brainy, and delicately 
handsome. They had known each other a lifetime, were childhood sweethearts, 
and now he was studying law at the University of Rio Lado with two years 
left to finish; they hadn't wanted to wait. 

When she'd arrived, there had been no one to meet her. Frightened in the 
strangeness of the bigger city, and three-thousand miles from home, she had 
nervously taken a cab to the address she knew by heart from writing it on 
Phillip's letters, only to learn from his landlady that he was in the 
hospital and had just undergone surgery for a collapsed lung. 

Of course, she'd found him, but it would be weeks, maybe months, before he 
was on his feet once more. Phillip had been so happy to see her, and she 
him; yet, it wasn't long before his good, levelheaded reasoning had taken 
command. He'd insisted she go back home until he was well again, then, he 
would send her the money to return, but she wouldn't hear of it. She would 
get a job and stay right there with him, even help nurse him during his 
convalescence, until he was well enough for them to be married. 

She hadn't been at all worried about finding employment having had three 
years experience as a legal secretary to an attorney in Concord, and had 
quickly located a position with Coleman, Wright & Davison through a 
placement bureau. From the beginning, she had been in love with the job. 
Although she was the legal for all three gentlemen, she was the personal 
secretary of Mark Coleman ... and shortly she found that she was nourishing 
an unwanted secret infatuation for him. 

The mere thought of her childish, rattle-headedness nauseated her. That was 
when she was alone, or with Phillip. When she was within view or ear-shot of 
Mark Coleman, she was a love-struck girl. She couldn't help it. Just the 
sight of his tall, handsome physique, his dashing smile, his keen laughing 
dark-eyes, sent tingles through her whole being. She found herself wearing 
special things she thought he would like, choosing her perfumes with him in 
mind, arranging her hair a particular way because he had once told her it 
looked becoming. Yet, weeks dragged by and their relationship took no 
decisive course other than professional. Factually, she had not known what 
she would have done if it had; she'd been that frustrated. 

Phillip had left the hospital and was recuperating beautifully. He was back 
in his apartment, attending a few classes, and in the evenings they took 
long walks together. She'd found a place only five blocks from his with an 
understanding landlady who allowed her to prepare dinner for the two of 
them, as long as he left before midnight. Sometimes, they went to a movie or 
play, but more often Phillip left early to study. It was during that period 
Dianne had felt their association straining, while her dreams were filled 
with the face of Mark Coleman, and her frustrations grew proportionately 
inside her. 

Then, abruptly, she saw less and less of her employer. He had entered the 
political race for state senator, a challenge which seemed to take up a 
great deal of his time. She found herself hating it because it kept her from 
seeing him, and accordingly, she grew irritable, an emotion she 
subconsciously took out on those around her ... especially Phillip. 

"What is it, honey?" he put to her one night at her place. They had just 
finished a light meal she'd prepared and had fallen into a senseless 
argument over the quality of different brands of wine. "I mean ... no matter 
what I say anymore ... you're right down my throat." 

"It's not that at all, Phillip, and you know it," she'd snapped. "It's ... 
it's simply that you think you know so damned much. Since when have you been 
a wine connoisseur?" 

He smiled, she remembered ... smiled in that inimitable touching way of his. 
"You're haggling pennies, Dianne ... holding back the dollars and haggling 
pennies. Can't you tell me...? Maybe I can help..." 

"Oh, for cripes sake, Phillip," she'd countered almost disgustedly, getting 
up, going to the kitchenette and picking the dishes up from the table. "And 
... and you're building mountains again. God, you'd almost think we were 
married." 

He'd stood and came into the kitchen. "I think we should be ... and right 
away." 

"Wh-what?" She had stared at him, the dreaded words she'd anticipated for 
weeks ... yes, months, ricocheting in her brain ... words she had not wanted 
to hear, or had she...? 

"I mean it, Dianne," he said, coming close and slipping his arms around her 
waist, drawing her against him. "I want us to be married right away ... this 
very week..." 

"This week!" she'd exclaimed, forcing a smile. "Well ... you don't give a 
girl much ... much of a chance do you...? " 

But he hadn't smiled. "Much chance for what, Dianne?" he questioned levelly. 

"I ... ah..., " she stammered, laughing and pushing free. "You ... you just 
took me by surprise, Phillip. I mean ... you've been so ill and 
everything..." 

"And everything," he repeated. "The secret word ... everything." He had 
turned away from her, then, swung back, his slender face drawn grimly. 
"What're you trying to say, Dianne? You don't want to marry me? Is that it? 
Well...? " 

For one long, solid moment she had stood as if frozen, debating whether to 
tell him all ... the truth ... the whole bit. . . then: "Listen to me, Phil, 
I've got a problem..." 

"You mean, a man." 

"I mean, a problem." 

"Nicely put." 

"Better now than later, isn't it?" she had snapped at him. 

"What's his name?" 

"There is no name," she lied. "It's a problem ... and I must solve it, 
first." 

He had shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and walked with slumped 
shoulders back into the front room ... she could see him now. My God, how 
forlorn he had appeared. Then, he had turned to her, raised his head and 
said: "One question, Dianne ... do you still love me?" 

What could she say? What could she say? "Of course, I love you..." And then, 
she had gone to him, her eyes brimming with tears, and they had kissed, 
kissed, kissed ... falling back onto the davenport ... God, it had nearly 
happened, it had been that close ... and now as she thought about it, 
perhaps she had wanted it to ... known deep in her heart that it was the 
only thing that could bring her to her senses... 

She had felt his warm, wet kisses all the way to her very soul, expressions 
of physical love her body had craved so desirously in her dreams. She had 
closed her eyes and offered herself, her being suddenly enflamed with 
mounting tongues of lashing excitement surging through her ... as if all of 
her frustrations had been unleashed within her at once. She wanted to laugh 
and cry, pity and love; her warm, soft, passionate body vibrated with its 
overflow of sensations. 

In all the years of their courtship they had never gone all the way; 
somehow, she would gain control of herself and the situation, holding him 
back, pacifying him with semi-intimate caresses and promises, begging him to 
help her bring her virginity to their marriage bed, but this time she sensed 
even her own self-influence waning fast ... His hand was beneath her blouse 
on her breasts outside her bra ... and then he had unfastened it and was 
massaging the exposed firm, full spheres into maddening hardness. She gasped 
as he took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, his playing 
tongue driving her near out of her mind ... blinding her even to the touch 
of his excited, warm hand slipping upward beneath her skirt caressingly, 
between her creamy white thighs. 

"Oh, Phillip ... darling ... no, no ... we mustn't," she breathed hotly down 
into his face kissing and sucking at her breast, while her arms embraced his 
head tightly to her. 

But it was as if she hadn't spoken and his hands continued to fondle and 
graze her tingling flesh, exploring the full length of her soft, smooth 
body, roving over her flat white belly and downward to the nylon concealed 
suppleness of her pubic mound. He touched her there gently, his strong 
sensitive fingers stroking and fondling, until she was aware that he had 
slipped his middle finger inside the leg-band of her white nylon panties and 
into the moist, virginal slit of her vagina. Again, she had gasped aloud as 
never-before electric-like sensations surged through her, causing her to 
writhe feverishly beneath his hand. 

"Darling ... darling ... we mustn't ... No ... No ... not now," she pleaded 
raspily, his hot breath against the soft flesh of her breasts coming in ever 
increasing gasps." 

"Oh ... please, darling..." Then, she heard the metallic whisper of his 
zipper ... and suddenly felt the hard, hot fleshy bluntness pressing against 
her upper thigh ... My God! It was his penis! Automatically, her body 
recoiled at its alien touch, even as his finger probed deeper between her 
legs into the warm wetness of her vagina, causing greater intoxicating waves 
of inner excitement to ripple through her, nearly disarming her completely. 
She lay as if mesmerized, physically entranced by the pleasurable sensations 
soaring about wildly within her ... and then he had taken her hand and 
placed it on his hardened penis, his own hand covering hers and enclosing 
her fingers around it. 

She had compulsively squeezed tight, feeling its hot rigidness give slightly 
beneath the pressure and heard and felt him gasp excitedly against her 
breast, the sounds of her own breathing filling the room as she realized the 
enormity of its size. Momentarily, it frightened her. She had never dreamed 
they were so big ... so long ... so thick ... her fingers would hardly go 
around it...! And, suddenly she realized that she was stroking it ... 
massaging the thick outer layer of skin back and forth to the same rhythm he 
had established with his finger deep inside her moist, young vagina. 

Oh God ... there was no stopping him now! She had let it go, even encouraged 
it beyond the point of no return. Her whole body vibrated passionately, 
hungrily, in the rapture of the moment, as did his pressed tightly against 
her and in her hand. She squirmed responsively beneath his finger sinking 
ever deeper into her cunt so wet from the juices he had stimulated there. 
She felt it seeping from her vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch even 
to the cleft between her round full buttocks; and then, even through her 
excitement, it struck her that he would destroy her still intact hymen the 
way he was stretching her virginal channel, but she didn't care ... didn't 
care ... didn't--didn't care...! 

His prick jerked in her hand at every stroke, and as he increased his 
maddening pleasure-inciting thrusts up into her, so did she quicken and 
lengthen the pumping of her tiny hand clutching tightly at his throbbing, 
fleshy, shaft, feeling it grow and grow into unbelievable male hardness. 

Perhaps it was his sudden rolling on top of her between her legs that helped 
restore her reasoning, or maybe it was simply the reaction of a strong 
religious upbringing thrusting its way through the delirium of forbidden 
pleasure clouding her brain, whichever, she found herself fighting him, 
clamping her long naked legs tightly together, her thighs clasping his 
stiff, throbbing cock between them, as he struggled savagely on top of her 
to get the hardened tip of his prick into the moist opening of her excited 
and dilated vagina. 

"Oh God, no, Phillip, we can't," she hissed up at him, her teeth clenched as 
she squirmed and struggled with every ounce of resistance she could muster, 
clenching his rock-hard cock tightly as it strained inside her pantie leg, 
its nozzle splaying the lips of her throbbing cunt, inching even forward 
from the weight and force of his near insane attempt to penetrate her. "No! 
No, darling...! she half cried, and as she squeezed and writhed furiously 
she felt it lurch within her clutching fingers and heard his uncontrollable 
gasp of frustrated ecstasy. 

He groaned and grunted as she felt the thick, hot stream of his sperm shoot 
from its jerking head, saturating her still tingling vulva, the palpitating 
open lips of her vagina and the surrounding, golden pubic hair, until she 
was drenched with the warm, viscous liquid, even to the inner sides of her 
soft white thighs, dribbling wetly down between her legs to moisten the 
davenport beneath her lust dampened buttocks. 

She had lain perfectly still and held him tight all through it, feeling his 
body convulse on top of her while his penis pumped spasmodically in her 
grasp, heard him emit his final groan of release as he seemed to collapse 
over her, his shaft rapidly growing limp in her hand, and it was then that 
she sensed an indescribable sensation of being cheated; yet, she said 
nothing, only held him, running her hand through his hair while he began to 
whisper apologies in a choked, almost shamed voice. 

 CHAPTER 2 

Dianne could hardly remember now what Phillip had said, or how she had coped 
with it. They had gotten up, straightened their clothing and avoided looking 
at one another, saying little more. At the door, he had gazed at her for a 
long moment, his expression troubled, ashamed ... kissed her quickly and 
left. She hadn't seen him again. 

To say the least, he'd left her in a state of mental and physical 
disconcertion. She'd barely slept a wink all night. He hadn't been man 
enough to take her, and that was truly what she had wanted; yet, 
simultaneously she was aware that had he raped her she would've hated him 
for all time. She'd been terribly upset and confused; Mark Coleman couldn't 
have picked a more strategic moment to approach her. 

The following afternoon he'd burst from his office a little before five, 
studied her for a passing of seconds, then, with a seemingly handsome 
impulsive smile, said: "Dianne ... I want to ask you a question ... a rather 
important question..." 

Her mouth had fallen open slightly; he'd never called her Dianne ... always, 
Miss Lovell. 

"Well?" he pressed. 

"Yes ... of course, Mr. Coleman," she'd managed after a moment. "What is 
it?" 

"Over dinner this evening, eh?" He continued to smile. 

"Dinner...? This evening? Well ... I..." 

"Fine. I'll pick you up around seven." He'd spun away, then paused again 
before his door to turn back. "Don't forget to leave me your address, eh?" 

"No-No ... that is, yes, of course ... I'll remember..." 

God, he had simply overwhelmed her, Dianne realized as she stepped from the 
shower to towel herself ... charmed her at a time when her defenses were at 
lowest ebb. The candlelight, the champagne, his handsome smile and gallant 
air ... my God, she'd have gone to the ends of the earth with him that 
night. 

"Yes ... oh yes!" she'd answered with the same spontaneity he'd used in 
proposing the question. "I will marry you, Mark! I will ... ! " 

And she had, that very night! Insanity! Wild, exciting, insanity! 

She remembered how unbelievably happy she had been clinging tightly to him 
as they flew from Los Angeles to Reno ... and the way both of them had 
weaved a little tipsily from the champagne while they held to one another 
before the Justice of the Peace ... and then had followed the sudden horror 
of the bridal suite, shocking her back to the depths of reality, and 
beyond... 

He'd started to drink heavily the moment they were alone, tipping the bottle 
up to his lips and angry with her because she wouldn't do the same. 

"Please, darling ... don't drink anymore?" she'd tried, forcing a little 
smile, the first twinges of apprehension beginning to stir inside her. She'd 
crossed to where he stood near the dresser, the half-empty champagne bottle 
in his hand, and slipped her arms around his neck. "We ... we don't want 
anything to spoil this night ... do we, darling?" 

He'd stared at her through rapidly glazing eyes, his thin-lipped mouth 
suddenly quite bloodless and cold looking. At last he took her wrist gently 
but firmly and put her from him. 

"It's already a bit rancid, my dear," he said thickly. "The Justice of the 
Peace managed that ... but I suppose it's a necessary evil ... dammit." 

Dianne doubted that he could've stunned her more had he struck her a vicious 
blow with his fist. She had stood there dumbfounded, staring at him in 
perplexed disbelief. His words had jarred her backwards several steps, and 
now she recalled how she'd begun to shake her head as she watched the almost 
salacious grin twist at his mouth while obvious lust mounted in his drunken 
eyes. 

"Mark...! I. I don't understand ... Wh-What're you trying to say...? " 

"Trying to say?" he'd repeated, the champagne slurring his words. He 
chuckled dryly. "A wife I needed ... a wife I got. A good politician should 
have a comely wife ... or at least, so think the constituents. It has to do 
with the image, darling ... pillar of the people and that sort of crap. So 
... I decided if I had to take on a millstone she was going to be the 
sexiest one I could swindle, a luscious dream who wouldn't make me sick 
every time I fucked her ... a virgin preferably, but not necessarily ... not 
too intelligent and not completely stupid..." His eyes had raked her 
sensuous contours with increasing lasciviousness. ". . . And you just fit 
that bill, Dianne." 

He was joking ... had to be joking! It was all some horribly warped piece of 
macabre humor and done in very bad taste ... and filthy words ... dear God! 
It couldn't be true! Impossible ! She'd backed further away from him, gaping 
in near horror ... He was drunk ... didn't realize what he was saying! Yes! 
That was it! She must help him ... get him to bed. Sleep ... sleep ... he 
needed sleep...! 

"You can strip now," he'd said, interrupting her frenzied thoughts, setting 
the bottle down onto the dresser and beginning to pull at his own clothing. 
"It's time you started paying for all the luxuries I'm going to be forced to 
lavish on you, Mrs. Coleman." 

She had backed to the bed but caught herself before falling onto it. Then, 
she saw him stagger toward her causing her breath to catch in her throat, 
and in confused panic she had dashed to the door, pulling frantically at the 
knob. 

Mark paused and laughed behind her. Too late, she'd realized that it was 
locked and he'd taken the key! She swung about to face him. He grinned at 
her loosely, almost evilly, his tongue slipping out to wet his thin lips. 

"Strip, I said!" 

"M-Mark ... my God ... no, please ... not now ... not this way," she 
pleaded. "I can't. . . I just can't..." 

"A bit late, my pet," he said, a cold cruel grin beginning to play around 
his mouth. "Way too late for anything but fucking, now..." 

"Oh, my God!" she'd gasped, cringing within at the vile sound of the obscene 
word she couldn't remember ever having heard uttered before this night, and 
its very significant meaning to her at that petrifying moment, while he 
continued to remove the clothes from his tall, muscular body; until, at 
last, he stood before her licentiously naked, his thick hard penis lancing 
out from his lean, hairy loins like some brutal instrument of torment. 

She gaped in sheer disbelief as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd 
grin, began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over 
the purplish, bulbous head. It jerked to his own touch and as she stared in 
abhorrence she thought she detected several drops of white fluid seep from 
the tiny split at its tip... 

"Fascinating gem, isn't it, darling?" he leered drunkenly, reveling 
obviously in the shameful torment he was subjecting her to. "I'll wager you 
had no idea that your new husband was so generously endowed ... right?" He 
laughed lewdly. "Well now ... just wait till I slip it into that tight 
little cunt of yours, then you'll really appreciate it. I'll tell you the 
truth, honey ... it's made more than one bitch beg for mercy." He started to 
laugh again, then, caught himself. "By the way, you do have a tight little 
cunt, I hope...? " 

"Stop it! Stop it!" she had shouted at him, tears spilling uncontrollably 
down her cheeks as he went on with his tormenting, watching the contorted 
expressions of shock and near-paralyzing fear pass over her wan face in a 
kaleidoscope of sheer repugnance. 

But he hadn't stopped ... only continued to grin lewdly at her while she 
stood as if glued with her back to the door, watching, hypnotized by his 
stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his hand ... the unbelievable 
thickness of it causing her subconscious to recall his words of a moment 
before ... more than one ... beg for mercy ... My God, no woman could ever 
take such a thing inside her ... it would tear her legs apart! 

Again, he started toward her. 

"D-Don't come any nearer, Mark! You hear...? Don't touch me!" she'd managed 
to blurt at him through her loathing and fear, yet realizing that her words 
were futile ... that he was going to take her helpless, virginal body no 
matter how she pleaded with him ... and worse, dear God, that he had a 
perfect right to do so! She was his wife! 

"Are you going to remove those pretty clothes, darling ... or do you want me 
to rip them off your ass into shreds?" 

She recalled how she had stood there completely defenseless, still frozen in 
semi-shock and near-terror, until he had reached out for her, jerking her to 
him and clamping her face between his strong hands, his wet lips 
encompassing hers tightly, his tongue bursting deep into her mouth while the 
hardness of his prick had gouged into the soft flesh of her belly ... then 
he was stripping her. 

She hadn't tried to fight him. As terrified and sickened as she was, she 
realized the uselessness of struggling. She was his wife and completely at 
his mercy to do with as he wished. Dear, God, she'd thought, what a 
monstrous farce she helped to perpetrate on her own self... 

"That's my precious little wife," he'd hissed at her. "Come let Daddy 
prepare you for the fucking of your life." 

Once more, she'd cringed at the vile sound of the obscene word he had 
breathed hotly into her tear-stained face. Actually, she'd been but dimly 
conscious of his eager hands moving over her body, tugging at zippers and 
unfastening snaps, until the air caressed her naked flesh, hardening the 
nipples of her unleashed, full white breasts, and then she felt her panties 
being pulled down over the softness of her smooth rounded buttocks. 

He'd stepped back then and gazed at her while she closed her eyes and stood, 
chin high, trying desperately to control the tears attempting to flood from 
them, near losing her balance as she swayed dangerously in her 
self-inflicted darkness ... There was nothing left but shame now.... 

"Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he'd gasped, pulling her 
against his lust incited nakedness, crushing her breasts flat to his 
powerful, hairy chest, his hands cupping the round full globes of her 
buttocks and hauling her close until his hard jerking staff burrowed tightly 
into the white softness of her flaccid belly. "You're all that I thought you 
were going to be ... when I watched this tight little ass of yours whip 
around the office ... Damn, how I wanted to fuck that little pussy of yours, 
baby ... but without benefit of any wedding ring ... just flip you onto your 
back and throw those long legs up over your head ... and stuff this cock 
into that soft white belly until you could taste it..." 

"Oh God," she had moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his 
shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic tingle of excitement his 
obsenic description was arousing in her. And then, he had caught her by the 
hair, jerking her head back, his open mouth finding hers while his hand 
clutched and kneaded her left breast mercilessly, pinching and twisting at 
the nipple, immediately quenching the fleeting passion of a moment before. 

She'd whimpered against his lips from the brutal mauling of her soft 
sensitive breast, her eyes blinded with the tears of her shameful and 
humiliating deception, while deep within she knotted with the dreaded fear 
of the inevitable moment when he would try to penetrate her virginal passage 
with the horrendous cudgel pressing hard against her stomach. 

Oh, my God, what had she done? What had she done? And then, suddenly, he was 
leading her to the bed. 

"Oh ... oh, please, Mark. My God, be gentle..., " she'd tried as he moved 
her around and pressed her down onto the bed before him, quickly placing one 
knee between her automatically closing legs. "I-I've never ... my God! I'm a 
virgin, Mark!" 

He poised himself above her on all fours, only the one leg between hers, and 
grinned down at her in his lustful drunken state. 

"Really?" he said thickly. "Well now ... that's some phenomenon these days, 
even for a successfully practicing attorney and future state senator." He 
chuckled excitedly. "All in your favor though, darling. At least, it makes 
me fell I'm getting my money's worth. So ... spread them beautiful legs, and 
we'll change all that." 

"P-Please, Mark ... My God, be gentle..." 

"Spread'em dammit!" he'd snarled, as if nothing else mattered to him but 
burying his hard cock inside her chaste tender flesh, and reluctantly she 
had opened her thighs while he lifted his other leg and planted himself 
commandingly between the long white columns, his now red-rimmed eyes gaping 
down lustfully at the pink moist flesh of her slightly opened cuntal lips. 
Then, he sat back momentarily on his haunches, still staring at the 
completely exposed sight of her sparse, golden, hair-covered vagina, and as 
she watched in near-paralyzed fear, he placed his palms flat against the 
inside of her soft, smooth thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft downy 
flanges of her cunt. Her breath had hitched in her chest as with a slow, 
tantalizing outward movement, he drew the gently pulsating lips slowly 
apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to the mercy of his drunken gaze. 

"Christ!" he gasped once more. "Baby, that's the tiniest little pussy I've 
seen in a long time!" 

"M-Mark ... Mark, please ... don't hurt me...? " she'd begged, the words 
tumbling pleadingly from her trembling lips. 

He'd said nothing, only sucked in his breath and suddenly dropped down onto 
her, his hands plundering greedily over the soft lush contours of her fear 
stricken young body, squeezing her full, succulent breasts sadistically, his 
mouth lowering to chew hungrily at one nipple then the other, while she had 
writhed painfully beneath him. 

"Oh ... oh, my God..., " she'd moaned beneath his depraved attack. He'd held 
her imprisoned to the bed with the weight of his strong sinuous body, her 
head rolling back and forth wildly while his hand sought his prick and 
jammed the blood-filled head between the moist, tender lips of her vagina, 
working it up and down briefly to part the soft, sparse pubic hair, and 
thrusting it forward against the tight, cringing mouth of her reluctant 
cunt. 

Abruptly, her terror had gotten the better of her; she'd tried to scream ... 
couldn't! Then, she'd felt the agonizing pressure beginning. For one brief 
moment, she'd thought she could endure it, but it quickly became obvious to 
her that it would never fit. Again, she tried to scream. 

He flicked his hips forward. 

"OOOOooooohhhhh Godddd, noooo, nooo!" 

Her brain reeled, but more from fear than the pain. She'd heard him curse 
vilely, then he'd pressed into her again, flexing his buttocks with brutal 
strength, until suddenly it gave. The tight elastic ring of her vaginal 
entrance had popped open with a snapping, unexpected sound and the huge 
spongy head slipped wetly inside her with a rush that left her gasping for 
breath. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhh!" 

She flailed her head insanely and tried to get her talon-crooked fingers up 
to claw at his face with her nails as she'd squirmed and twisted like a 
mad-woman, endeavoring to escape the cruel and agonizing impalement of her 
helpless cunt. 

She'd squealed as might a speared animal thrashing in its final death-throes 
while he caught her wrists and pinned them back to the bed; she kicked her 
legs out frantically in a futile attempt for relief, but the move only 
worsened her position, and he'd sunk his massive prick deeper into her 
yielding flesh without benefit of mercy while she'd begun to half-screech 
incoherently from the unbelievable pain. Brutally, his stone-hard cock had 
bored further and further into her unprepared, virginal passage, expanding 
the sensitive moist walls until she'd been certain her thighs would split 
asunder from the outward, relentless pressure ... then, his pelvis had 
smacked resoundingly against her own and she'd felt his balls dangling heavy 
between the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. 

She had tried to speak, beg, anything ... but couldn't raise the words from 
her throat. He had whipped her breath away with his cruel penetration of her 
unreceptive and un-wanting vagina, the scalding pain emitting from it and 
her whole crotch area assuring her that he had torn her badly, and as the 
vile, massive thing lay entombed beyond reason deep in her quivering belly, 
the warm and wet stretched walls of her cunt wrapped like a salved bandage 
around it, she'd been certain she could feel the blood trickling down the 
cleft between her buttocks to form a warm, wet pool beneath her on the bed. 

But he'd never stopped. like some mad rapist, he'd never even given her an 
acclimating moment of adjustment to his sudden invasion deep inside her 
womb. He'd simply commenced to fuck, plunging in and out of her in the 
manner of a ferial, rutting animal. Half in shock from the pain, as well as 
the heartbreak, shame and humiliation, she'd gaped up helplessly at his 
drunken lust-contorted face, trying with all of her heart to fathom what lay 
beyond that mask as he hammered inhumanly in and out of her. Her eyes had 
blurred with her tears, but more from the mental anguish as the pain slowly 
began to subside and she determined that his only thought was to spew his 
waiting load of white, hot semen deep inside her in the age old heritage of 
the dominating male animal. 

And he had! Again and again that night, he'd emptied his lust-filled loins 
into her, flooding her belly with the hot white liquid of his passion ... 
but never once waiting for her own need to be fulfilled. 

In time, when the pain had passed completely, and her moist tingling passage 
had flowered open to him, fiery tongues of ecstatic pleasure had begun to 
lick hungrily at her soft sensitive flesh. Uncontrollably, her whole body 
had begun an uncontrollable twitching and writhing beneath him and she'd 
found herself groaning incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, shoving 
her tongue with wild and complete abandon deep into his throat. Her legs on 
either side of his impaling cock had jerked and quivered of their own 
volition, and she'd drawn back her knees tight against her throbbing 
breasts, presenting the naked plane of her loins wide-open to his 
pile-driving thrusts, and he'd ground hard and deep, his cock boring far up 
into the hidden, never before touched, sanctuary of her womb. 

Oh God, yes! She loved him! Would always love him ... no matter what he was 
or what he did to her ... She loved him! 

At that moment, she had nearly begged him! Her body had screamed for 
release; he had driven her desire to that point with his liquor-sodden lust; 
but seconds before she had reached the hair-away pinnacle he had again shot 
the warm white dregs of his loins into her ... then, with a long groan, 
passed out cold on top of her... 

Such had been her wedding night ... and all nights she'd ever spent with him 
since. Now, as she came from the bath to her vanity, once more attired in 
the provocative sheer negligee, Dianne realized that she loved him no less 
than she had in the very beginning. Good God, she didn't know why she should 
... but she did. Perhaps it had become a masochistic thing with her, she 
thought, picking up the brush and beginning to stroke the heavy cascade of 
silken blonde-hair. 

He didn't love her, nor had he ever. That much she knew. She supposed she 
should be thankful that he'd been honest enough to tell her that at the 
start. At least, there was no deception on the score; he'd married her to 
enhance his vote-getting image. In exchange, he had lavished her with every 
luxury wealth could buy. She wanted for nothing material. . . only his love 
... but he couldn't give what he didn't possess. 

Over brandies at dinner last evening, he had remarked what a lovely 
first-lady of the state she would one day make ... and momentarily she had 
thought she detected a softening to his usual ruthless eyes, a gentling to 
his cold hard smile ... and then, he had left. Of course, she had no idea 
where he went or when he would be back. He never told her that. 

It was almost impossible for her to believe that the man she had dined with 
and the man whose bed she shared on those rare occasions were one and the 
same. Dear God, what happened to him in the interim? Liquor? Perhaps. 
Anyway, she loved him; he was her husband. Forgetting all else, he was her 
husband, an he was taxing himself beyond reason, either for a personal or 
inherent family goal ... she didn't know which. But whichever, she would 
stand beside him, through campaigns and country club dances, until all was 
right between them, even their love-making; then, perhaps, she would be his 
first lady. 

Really, that was all she wanted ... wasn't it...? 

 CHAPTER 3 

Mark Coleman maneuvered the T-Bird with remarkable skill considering the 
fact that he'd been guzzling scotch and sodas rampantly throughout the 
eight-hour round of golf. One nice thing about the Rio Lado Country Club, he 
grinned to himself, were the phones to the bar installed on every tee. 
They'd served their purpose well this day. Good Commissioner Faro had been 
stoned when he left him in the locker-room, but his mission had been 
accomplished. At least, he felt pretty damned certain it was. Anyway, he'd 
know in a few hours ... if the Commissioner called him and invited them to 
dine at their table this evening ... the old double entendre. 

He continued to grin as he thought about that. Cripes, Dianne would flip if 
she even dreamed what might possibly be in store for her. Well, he'd leave 
that end of it to A.C. Faro; the lecherous bastard had certainly had enough 
experience at seduction in his time. The main issue was his securing Judge 
Reed and his powerful machine's backing, and no one ever got to first-base 
with old Julian without going through his top lieutenant, the Police and 
Fire Commissioner. 

Yes, sir, he'd handled it all according to the prescribed channels of power. 
They were old passage-ways in Rio Lado Country, but still vigorously in use, 
and not to be idly short-cut by any ambitious politician. He'd seen too many 
die along the way to become a rebel. Even his own father might have been 
governor had he not bucked the Judge and followed along the narrow, but 
ordained paths. He doubted that he'd ever believe that the old-man's brakes 
had just suddenly given away. Perhaps he might have bought it had it not 
been right in the midst of the state highway expose ... but to hell with 
that. It was another era ... past and dead. His father had been a fool ... 
he only wished his mother hadn't been in the car with the senator ... 

This was another time, another age, another generation of Colemans. A 
shrewder breed, he thought to himself as he wheeled toward Coleman Hill. He 
had contrived with well-planned stratagem, even to his marriage with Dianne. 
God, if there'd been anything he never wanted to do, it was take a wife. 
He'd had no right ... He'd even delayed the launching of his political 
career more than five years in his frustrated effort to avoid the binding 
tie. Anyway, the swinging-bachelor routine had pleased him ... satisfied 
him. He'd chosen his women to sate his lust, nothing more ... uninhibited, 
salacious females who performed for a price and laid no claim, all of them 
at least as far away as Los Angeles from Rio Lado. In his own town he 
remained a professional gentleman, and a hell of a catch, he knew. 

Dianne had just nicely fit his needs. She was a lovely, voluptuous creature, 
and a natural vote-getter ... a bit naive but a long way from being a fool 
... beautiful, warm, passionate ... just a natural, once Doc Everett had 
secured things for him, putting his mind at ease. But he had his doubts that 
she would ever fall into a place with the "set." Those damnable New England 
prudish morals of hers were too pronounced, too deeply imbedded. Still, that 
was the Commissioner's problem, wasn't it? Not his. Anyway, he'd long ago 
decided he could shed her if she became too much of a problem, once she'd 
served her purpose ... and her luster had worn thin. But right now she was 
there whenever he wanted her ... and Christ, what a fuck she was! 

He found himself trembling somewhat nervously at the anticipation of A.C. 
Faro's call. He leaned against the door with his arm crooked out the window, 
one single finger guiding the wheel around the ascending curve up Coleman 
Hill. Someway, he felt certain, Faro would manipulate the Judge on his side 
... he was that hungry for a taste of Dianne. 

Mark snickered aloud to himself. He wasn't exactly adverse to a tumble with 
Tonya Faro. She was at least ten years younger than the forty-four or 
five-year-old Commissioner, an exciting looking bitch, and he'd heard enough 
about her from a few of the swappers at the club to put starch in his prick. 
She had given him the eye more than once, but on those occasions she hadn't 
yet fitted into his plans. She didn't now, come to think about it, but once 
the Colemans accepted the Faro's offer to dinner it was an unwritten and 
unencroachable law of the "set" ... and that had been a major stipulation in 
A.C. Faro's consideration ... that Dianne be made available for his use. 

What the hell, he thought suddenly, his mouth pinching into a cold thin line 
as the T-Bird climbed the hill, Dianne had no complaints. So, he'd stretched 
a point with the love drivel. She'd been ready or she wouldn't've bought it. 
Anyway, he'd made more than a fair exchange. She had no goddamned complaints 
... more luxury than she ever dreamed of ... And you didn't dance without 
paying the piper a little bit ... did you? 

Satisfied, he smiled to himself as he swung into the long circle drive. Many 
nice things could happen to him tonight, he thought ... including fucking 
Tonya Faro. 

 CHAPTER 4 

A.C. Faro cut a striking figure at forty-four : tall, athletic and ruggedly 
handsome with greying temples and strong, hard teeth. You noticed the teeth, 
Tonya thought, as she lay on the bed watching him grin into the mouthpiece 
of the telephone; he smiled a lot. When he entered a room it was the first 
thing of him that you noticed, those gleaming, square white teeth. Damn ... 
and he was her own virile provider, the Police Commissioner himself, no less 
... a considerable boast for a girl who'd spent her thirteenth birthday in a 
house of correction, not to see the "outside" again until she was eighteen. 
But who in Rio Lado, these many years later, would believe that? Call girl, 
dirty pictures, lewd movies ... just who would believe that of Tonya Faro, 
the Commissioner's wife? 

She tittered smugly aloud, catching his attention, and he raised his eyes in 
question as he continued to smile into the phone instrument. She shook her 
attractive head negatively and he went on with his conversation. 

"As you know, I intended to feel him out, Judge, but it wasn't necessary; he 
came to me. I mean, hell, we don't have to solicit him ... he wants our help 
too bad," the Commissioner said, still smiling. "The way I see it, he 
figures he can't be certain without Judge Reed behind him..." 

Tonya rolled onto her side where she lay on the bed, facing her husband who 
stood beside it naked, having interrupted their little afternoon party to 
make his expected, punctual report ; he was engrossed in his conversation. 
She loved him, she mused, and who on earth wouldn't. What a tremendous union 
they had. Her large dark eyes wandered down his big frame and locked on his 
beautiful, massive cock that was quickly losing its vigor now that his mind 
was elsewhere but on her. Not that it took any great amount of doing to 
stimulate it into an exciting hardness, but it occurred to her that to taunt 
him while he was conversing with the obese master would be amusing. 

She slithered across the bed and reached out to take its limpness into her 
small, soft hand. She felt him jerk, heard him gulp, then apologize as she 
began to teasingly milk it and giggle at the same time. 

"No," he said into the phone, the long muscles of his thighs twitching at 
her teasing manipulations. "I just let him think he was petitioning me, 
Judge. Then, I told him I'd speak to you ... thought that was probably the 
way you'd want it ... (Damn you, stop that. I'm talking to Judge Reed...) 
Yes, Judge ... that's the way I see it, too. He feels he needs our backing 
to be sure...(You wait till I get off this phone!) Yeah, that's right ... 
her name's Dianne. A real luscious dish, your honor..." 

Tonya reached down beneath his reerected prick and began to stroke the heavy 
velvet-textured balls. She smiled up at him innocently as she weighed them 
in her hand. She bypassed the urge to give them a slight squeeze at the 
mention of Dianne Coleman's name, realizing the powerful gargoyle had 
instigated the question. Obviously, he'd heard about the little stuck-up, 
blonde bitch and decided he'd like a sample. A tiny shudder coursed over her 
smooth, naked flesh at the thought. It took a pro ... at least a girl 
somewhat hardened to the game to stomach the judge ... and she ought to 
know. She'd had to spend more than a little time satisfying his perverted 
desires ... but it was a small measure to give for what they received in 
return from the powerful "king-maker." And all she had to do was look around 
her at the plush luxury of her home, her wonderful husband and the full 
exciting life he'd given her to know that she'd service a horse if he told 
her to. She loved him that much. 

"It's in the bag, as they say, Judge," A.C. went on, while she moved her 
hand back up to his prick, bending it toward her and forcing him to turn and 
face her. 

Then, she took it into her mouth, slipping her warm, teasing lips down over 
its throbbing head wetly while she worked her tongue into its tiny split, 
finally swirling the oral projecture around its blood-filled head wildly. 

"Y-Yes ... yes, Judge ... I-I will ... I will. N-No, I feel fine ... sure, 
just ... just excited about Coleman, is all. Y-You bet. 'Bye ... What? Yes, 
I-I'll let you know. Right. G-Goodbye..." 

Tonya couldn't keep her face straight. She had her mouth filled with the 
head of his shaft, but she was grinning at the same time and looking up at 
him, her eyes like two brown marbles lying in milk. 

Faro grinned down at her. He planted his hands on his hips and stood spread 
legged while she lay on her belly and sucked at his prick enthusiastically, 
those big dark-eyes gaping up at him innocently. 

Christ, he loved her, he thought! What a wanton, beautiful, delectable whore 
she was. She'd struck him the same way the first night he'd laid her in San 
Francisco at the Police Officials Convention. Seven years she'd been his 
wife and never for one moment since Nora's death had he been sorry for 
marrying her. She's made it all worth while ... worth coming home to ... and 
that was more than he could ever say for Nora in twenty years of wedlock. 

So, the kids didn't like her ... to hell with them. They had their own lives 
now. And he'd bet his next year's income that their sex existence couldn't 
begin to match his. Dammit, he hadn't lived until he'd met Tonya. Call girl 
? Yeah ... she had to be; she needed that much loving ... at least, he 
satisfied himself with that explanation. 

Now, he looked down at her ... smirking as she continued to suck on the head 
of his prick. Cripes, he could fuck her all morning and all afternoon ... 
yes, even into the night and she'd wake him up by squeezing his balls and 
cock, looking for more. She was insatiable ... but goddamn, deliciously so, 
his true counterpart in lust, he knew. 

She lay on her belly, her torso raised from the bed and braced by her 
elbows, one small hand circling the base of his cock while the other cradled 
his balls; her high-set, round full breasts hung forward, their brown 
nipples hardened in her excitement, reminding him of a carved mermaid 
attached to the bow of a sailing ship, while his cock stuck from her mouth 
like its bowsprit. He ran his hands through her silky, raven-black hair, his 
eyes devouring the smooth, creamy skin of her back that narrowed into the 
girlish waist, then flared out into enticingly rounded hips, and full, 
globular buttocks. Her perfectly tapered thighs she had spread comfortably 
and her shapely lower-legs were raised, bent at the knees so that he could 
see the soft pink soles of her feet wrinkling as she twitched and curled her 
toes contentedly to the sucking and licking of his continually hardening 
prick in his mouth. 

"You know," he said, clutching his fingers in her hair and giving his loins 
a little thrust forward, "I ought to spank your ass for being such a damn 
little pest." 

"Um hum," she murmured nasally, accepting the extra measure of prick he 
pressed into the warm cavern of her mouth eagerly. 

"Th-that was Judge Reed ... and ... and he's going to back ... back Coleman, 
which ... which means I'll be ... be his campaign manager..." 

"Um hum." 

"And ... and now I've got to ... to call him and set things ... things up 
for tonight ... ooohhh ... They'll ... they'll be dining at our ... our 
table, baby..." 

Abruptly, she stopped her buccal nursing, raised her big eyes and slowly 
slipped back off the end of his hardened fleshy rod. She licked at her lips 
and smiled up at him. 

"You mean, the Colemans' are going to be our partners tonight?" she 
questioned, her excitement obvious to him. 

He continued to smile as he nodded down at her. Their broad approach to 
mate-swapping and other extra-curricular affairs were the secret ingredients 
that had made their marriage an average success. If anything, their mutual 
permissive arrangement had brought them closer together, and more than once 
each had helped the other accomplish a desired seduction. 

"You like that, eh baby?" he said, her sudden elation no surprise to him: 
she'd had designs on Mark Coleman for months, along with a dozen other wives 
at the club, but the young attorney had seemingly followed a straight and 
narrow path, cleverly keeping himself a friend to all, but obligated to 
none. He was a discreet one, all right. 

"I like it very much, Daddy," she crooned, raising up to sit back on her 
haunches while his eyes darted to her soft flat belly and downward between 
her slightly spread thighs where he could see through the dark pubic hair 
covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly 
from her arousal of a few moments before. "And I imagine the idea of getting 
into that little blonde wife of his isn't exactly upsetting to you, is it, 
Darling?" 

A.C. grinned as he thought of Dianne Coleman's luscious young body. "That 
innocent little bitch makes my cock jump every time I see her," he said 
softly in concentrated thought. 

"Hmmm, that's not saying too much for her," retorted his wife teasingly. "I 
know a couple of whores who've performed that effortless task..." 

She saw the gleam of mischief leap into his eyes, but was not quick enough 
to escape his dive forward and wide-spread arms. With a little squeal she 
tried to roll clear of the bed and suddenly found herself flat on her back, 
her legs held high and wide apart, his rugged face grinning at her from 
where it was poised just above the split of her soft, dark-covered crotch. 

"Oh, damn you," she half-smiled at him, her head raised so that he could see 
down between the full, erect mounds of her breasts, her breath catching in 
her throat at the mere anticipation of what he was going to do. "I-I won't 
be responsible," she stammered. Having her pussy licked set her wild and he 
knew it. "Y-You better not ... if ... if you ever want to get to the club 
for dinner with the Cole-mans..." 

A.C. snickered as he placed the flat of his palms against the quivering 
inner sides of her thighs and with his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy 
flanges of her cunt, slowly drew the ragged pink lips apart exposing the 
moist coral slit before him; then, he softly blew his cool breath into it. 

"Oooohhh ... damn you, A.C. ... I can't resist that and you know it ... 
ooohhh." 

"I was going to have mercy on you this afternoon," he said, licking at his 
lips suggestively," ... was going to let you get plenty of rest so you'd be 
able to handle Mark Coleman tonight ... but you had to keep pestering me, 
now you take your punishment." 

"Oohhh Honey ... you better listen to me," she almost whined, her soft white 
body beginning to twitch before him even though he had not yet attacked. 
"I-I'll handle two of you and ... and four Mark Colemans in a row, b-but I 
don't know what you'll ever do with that wife of his i-if you start this 
because I'll d-drain you, so help me I will..." 

Again, A.C. snickered as he blew his breath into the moist pink flesh of her 
pussy that he still held splayed wide with the gentle pressure of his 
thumbs, raising another gasp from deep in her chest while his cock lurched 
and he ground it against the satiny coverlet beneath him. It was all a game 
they both loved to play, teasing, taunting, threatening one another in their 
sex-capades, yet their own private sincere way of expressing their love, 
each to the other. Even so, he knew that oral manipulation of her vagina 
drove her nearly out of her mind, to such an extent that a half-dozen 
orgasms might not satisfy her, but right now he felt as mischievous as she 
had, as well as elated over the Coleman accomplishment; an acquisition that 
was going to bring new gold into the coffers as well as some fresh sexual 
embellishments. Dammit, a little celebration was in order ... and how better 
than his own wife's wildly exciting cunt! 

"Darling, please ... I'll go wild today ... I know I will," Tonya begged. 
"J-Just let me do you. Honest, Darling ... wait until tonight when we get 
home ... please ... I'm begging." She gaped down at him with open mouth to 
where he was raised menacingly above her wide-spread crotch, wanting it so 
badly, yet, knowing what it meant. "Please ... please ... just let me suck 
you. You know I cum too when I do that. . . please..." 

"Are you sorry for pestering me?" A.C. said, flicking his tongue out in a 
lapping movement only a fraction of an inch from her open palpitating pussy. 

Tonya sensed a shudder ripple over her, almost as if the actual contact of 
his hot tongue with her seething vagina had been made. "Yes, Darling, yes 
... forgive me! I'm begging, sweetheart...! " 

A.C. chuckled. God, what a woman! "Okay, this time I'll give in," he said, 
moving from between her legs to crawl up beside her and drop his head onto 
the pillow, then roll onto his back, the throbbing tower of his prick 
pointing, ceilingward. "But you better do a crack-up job of sucking, baby, 
or I'm going to change my mind." 

She laughed, kissed wetly, searching his mouth with her tongue, then 
scrambled down to haunch on all fours over his loins, stroking his rigid 
staff first with one hand and then between both at the same time, causing 
him to thrust his loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her 
open lips closed over the jerking, sensitive head of his cock. 

Immediately he reached down, entangling his hands tightly in her short black 
hair, guiding the cadence of her bobbing head below. He raised up from the 
pillow to watch her ovaled mouth, it added an excitement to the sensation: 
watching the thickness of his massive tool buried between her sucking lips. 

He felt the insane, educated twirling of her tongue about the moist 
viscidness of the blood-inflated tip and twisted his head to watch in the 
large, strategically placed, bed-side mirror, getting a voyeur's-eye view of 
his wife's attractive face absorbing his ever hardening prick sawing in and 
out of her roundly stretched mouth. The mere reflected scene made his loins 
tighten and jerk up into her face, presenting a picture that would appear as 
if she were taking the full length of it all the way into her throat. Only a 
small portion of it remained white and glistening as it protruded from 
between her lips. 

God, what a woman, his mind repeated subconsciously as she did whatever it 
was she performed with her tongue on the upstroke that made the smooth 
rubbery head of his prick jerk as though all of his pulse were centered 
there. The scene the mirror reflected mesmerized him and his excitement grew 
as he saw the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out bizarrely, adhering to 
that of his cock as she sucked it greedily, her whole being seemingly 
devoted to the task. Her magnificent breasts were jerking and swaying in a 
wild rhythm, contributing unbelievable viewing pleasure to the lewd 
spectacle reflected in the mirror. 

"Oh ... you loveable bitch ... suck it ... suck it!" he groaned down at her 
through clenched teeth, flopping his head backward to the pillow 
momentarily, visualizing the beautiful face of young Dianne Coleman 
grotesquely absorbing his massive cock deep in her throat. What a delicious 
seduction she was going to be when he got her ... It wasn't going to be 
easy, he knew, but he'd get her now, her own husband had agreed ... that was 
part of it. And goddamn ... he'd shoot his hot, sticky load right down her 
throat and make her beg for more! 

"Oh Christ ... suck that thing, damn you," he hissed, raising his head once 
more to watch her labors below. The late afternoon sunlight streaming in 
through the window caused her body to sparkle from the pinpoints of sweat 
beading on her soft smooth skin. God! He'd like to piss right in her mouth 
this second. He wished he could! The pressure was growing unbearable in his 
balls. It wasn't far off now! His cock felt like a Roman candle that had 
been over packed and its fuse just lit, and suddenly he wondered when it 
ignited if maybe it wouldn't shoot right through her and come out the back 
of her head as it soared off into outer space. He rammed his pelvis hard up 
against her receptive face, working desperately now to relieve the fantastic 
pressure mounting, expanding, building ... and then he felt it! 

It began deep in his groin somewhere, the tell-tale indication that the 
swirling pool was about to erupt. His balls tingled as if someone had jabbed 
a needle into them and he felt the scalding stream rush jet-like the 
distance of his thrusting cock. He roared a guttural sound and clenched his 
teeth in a conglomeration of pain-pleasure ecstasy. 

His brain was suddenly caught in a sensation of suspended animation as his 
prick began an insane jerking and spewing, filling Tonya's voraciously 
sucking mouth with great gushes of his seething white sperm, expanding her 
soft cheeks unbelievably with every pressurized squirt, causing her to 
swallow and swallow and swallow ... or choke ... while he listened 
half-consciously to her mewling and crooning and realized that she too was 
experiencing her climax. 

"Oh Christ, don't stop ... don't stop now!" he pleaded. "Suck it, baby! Suck 
it...!" 

He wound his hands tighter in her short cropped hair as he rammed his 
convulsively spurting prick farther and farther down her throat. And never 
once did she falter, but went on sucking insanely as he continued to shoot 
his load far into the hungry depths of her mouth. 

Then ... as if somehow he'd endured the volcanic eruption ... he grunted and 
gasped, finally groaned, while he spilled out the last of his semen between 
her lips; still, she went on sucking, but more gently now, nibbling 
simultaneously and drawing every last drop of the vital fluid from him. 

He raised to take one last look and watch his lifeless penis grow flaccid in 
her mouth. Then, he dropped back and relaxed in utter exhaustion. She had 
lowered her face onto his thigh, but had not yet given up his now lifeless 
penis from her mouth, only continued to lip and tongue it reverently. 
Finally, she did, crawling up over him to lean down and kiss him warmly on 
the mouth and smearing his lips with the remnants of his own orgasm. 

"You know," she said teasingly, "You were doing so good, too. What happened, 
Darling?" 

"Cyclone," he muttered. 

"Uh hum. And you were going to do that to me?" 

"Canonize you, I think." 

She laughed warmly, cuddling down beside him to rest her head on his arm and 
raise one leg up over him. "You have to call Mark Coleman now?" 

"Um humm. I've been letting him stew a little," A.C. replied with closed 
eyes. "Better that he thinks these things come hard. I'll call him shortly 
... tell him we're having dinner together." 

"Which means, we offer and they accept," Tonya said softly, rubbing her hand 
in a gentle circle against the hair of his chest. "Does Dianne know that?" 

"I doubt it. She will though, when the time comes." 

For a moment Tonya was silent. Then: "Do you really want to screw that 
little bitch awfully bad, darling?" 

A.C. pretended to think about that. At last: "No ... not awfully bad," he 
lied. "But I think it's time she paid her dues ... don't you?" 

"Um hum ... seeing you put it in like that, Darling," his wife replied 
softly. "But then, you always were the goddamned diplomat. Frankly, I think 
you ought to be the politician." 

A.C. Faro laughed. "Jealous?" he questioned. "Should I be?" 

A.C. shrugged and she jumped up over him immediately. 

"You dirty old bastard!" she exclaimed. Then, they both laughed. 

 CHAPTER 5 

Dianne was grateful for the shelves of books that lined Mark's study. She 
had always been an avid reader. Not that absorbing books could fill the void 
in her lonesome, love-starved new life, but it did help pass the time, and 
by reading and glancing through the dusty volumes she felt that somehow she 
was gaining a closer insight into the mysterious aura surrounding her 
ruthless, ambitious husband. Perhaps, if she learned everything she could 
about the family background she would not only better understand him, but 
might well be able to reach him and make him know that she truly, loved him. 

It was a feeble approach to solving her problem, she realized as she sat on 
the shaded, side-patio with the elegantly bound book in her lap, but at 
least it gave her the feeling of doing something in that direction. 

OLD FAMILIES OF RIO LADO was embossed in gold lettering across the cover of 
the book. She had first browsed through its entire contents, then gone back 
to read the Coleman history, gleaning little that pertained to Mark except 
the mention of his birth. Yet, there was something in the short genealogy 
that bothered her. Undoubtedly, the book had been published before Mark's 
parents' accident for no mention was made of that. 

Mathew Coleman had been the original member to settle in Rio Lado around the 
year 1870. The mansion was built some decade later. He'd been Mark's 
grandfather, thirty years old at the time, but no wife was mentioned as 
having arrived in the area with him. He had come from a small family of 
Irish immigrants, it went on, the son of Paddy and Molly Coleman of Dublin, 
Ireland, had one brother Sean, and two sisters, Mary and Kate. Besides being 
an attorney, the original Coleman had homesteaded vast parcels of land and 
had later entered into the feed and grain business. At 37, a son, Timothy 
was born to Mathew and Catherine Coleman. Three years later, Mathew was 
elected to the state senate. 

The vast holdings had passed on to Timothy at his father's demise, a young 
man whose interests had been strongly political. Although he had practiced 
law, he soon disposed of the grain business and devoted most of his time to 
politics, becoming one of the youngest senators in the history of the state. 
Timothy was thirty-six when he married Helen Freemont of Sacramento, and 
their only son, Mark, was born in 1935. 

There was more, but of little importance and Dianne had gotten nothing but a 
cold empty feeling from reading it, as if she had just walked through a 
damp, ghost-filled mausoleum. She closed the book and looked up to see Mark 
coming through the doorway, a broad smile lighting his handsome face. 

His greeting was an unexpected delight; he walked over to where she sat, 
bent down, and kissed her on the cheek ... the first time ever. 

"And how's my girl?" he said warmly. 

The move had startled her so that she reached up and touched the spot where 
his lips had been with her finger-tips. Then, she felt her face flush, like 
a schoolgirl receiving her first kiss. 

"Wh-What was that all about?" she heard herself stammer. 

"Good heavens, woman," Mark laughed. 

"Can't a man greet his wife with a kiss without explaining his reasons?" 

Dianne returned his smile with one of her own. "Of course," she replied, 
looking closer to see if he was drunk. "Just any old time he wants." 

"Good," he said. "And no, I'm not drunk. Had a few but, I've all my wits ... 
just happy, Darling. That's all. Exceptionally happy." 

"Things went well, then...? I mean, you were hoping to solicit support..." 

He stepped back and with hands on hips, still smiling, looked off across the 
well-kept lawns with a certain underlying proudness. "Yes ... I'm quite 
certain of it. In fact, Darling, I believe I've secured the support ... of 
Judge Julian Reed ... If so, it's all a cinch, I'm as good as in office." 

"Oh...? Dianne said. She knew of Judge Reed and his power from working in 
Mark's office, but she had never seen him, nor heard anything good about 
him, only that he wielded massive political weight. He was retired from the 
bench, a widower somewhere in his late fifties, and a terribly obese man ... 
so the story went. Anyway, she was pleased because Mark was obviously so. 
"When will you know, Darling? I mean, for sure...? " 

"Any moment, I hope. I'm waiting now for a phone-call." 

Dianne stood. "Can I get you something?" 

"Great idea," he said, moving over beside her and slipping his arm snugly 
around her slender waist, drawing her against him. "How about stirring us up 
a batch of martinis. About that time, isn't it?" 

"Just about," she replied, unable to believe this sudden wave of open 
affection. "I think I'd like one myself." 

She picked up her book and they entered the house together, his arm still 
around her as they moved into the sitting room and she started behind the 
bar. 

"No," he said suddenly. "I'll mix the drinks and you sit down right here." 
He twisted one of the four stools about and helped her onto it, then, 
lifting her chin kissed her full on the mouth. "Mmmmmm," he muttered, 
"nectar for the gods, I swear." 

Dianne gaped at him. She couldn't help herself; she was that surprised and 
pleased. She tried to think of something to say, but there just weren't any 
words at her disposal that could possibly describe her sudden happiness. 
Instead, she simply smiled ... almost simpered, as he jogged behind the bar 
and began to mix. 

"You know, Darling, if everything comes off, and after the election while 
I'm waiting to take office, I think you and I should catch a bit of a 
honeymoon ... say ... Europe, maybe?" 

"Mark!" she gasped, hardly daring to believe her hearing. "Do you mean it? I 
mean ... honest...? " 

"Baby!" he exclaimed, coming back around the bar and standing before her. 
"Of course, I mean it!" 

And then, before she realized what had happened he lifted her off the stool 
to her feet and was holding her tight in his arms, his mouth gently covering 
hers, his tongue taunting her lips, seeking entry which she happily gave 
him, as his hands caressed and smoothed over her back, finally dropping to 
her round, full buttocks and drawing her loins tightly against him until she 
could feel his stirring penis against her belly. 

She clung to him passionately, sucking gently at his tongue while her pelvis 
responded almost of its own volition, pressing and undulating with hardly 
perceptive motions against him. 

Oh, wonderful God, was it possible? Had they found each other. She would go 
to the ends of the earth with him or for him! She loved him so...! 

He raised his head and smiled at her. "You're a wonderful girl, Dianne. You 
won't be sorry ... I promise you," he whispered. 

"Sorry...? Darling, I'm the happiest girl in the world! I could never be 
sorry..." 

"Being a politician's wife isn't always easy, baby," he said softly. 
"Sometimes, it calls for some tremendous sacrifices ... but in the end comes 
the reward." 

"I'd sacrifice anything for you, Mark," she whispered up at him. 
"Anything..." 

"Anything?" 

"I swear ... anything." 

Again, he kissed her passionately, his hands traversing over her warm soft 
body, gently moving up her ribs to cup and stroke her breasts, raising 
little uncontrollable whimpers of passion from her. Then, he said: "I may 
have to count on that, Darling ... please, don't let me down will you?" 

"Never ... never! I'll never let you down, Mark, Darling..." 

Suddenly, he held her from him and grinned. "Well, this isn't getting any 
martinis, is it." 

Dianne laughed and climbed back onto her stool while he circled the bar once 
more. Actually, she'd rather have led him right up to bed and kept him there 
all evening, night and half of tomorrow proving her love, but she knew how 
deeply he felt his social obligations, and the damned country club affair 
was coming up. But, maybe she was thinking, she could entice him away early. 
A little sex went a long ways in getting a girl what she wanted, if she knew 
how to tease with it. And it seemed that at last, those gods were going to 
smile down upon her. She couldn't remember when she'd felt so wonderful... 

"There," he said, pouring two martinis into long-stemmed crystal. "What will 
we drink too?" 

"Your landslide election, Darling," Dianne said, retrieving hers. 

"And ... our European honeymoon," he added, lifting his own. 

They touched glasses just as the phone rang. Quickly, he set his down and 
caught up the receiver. 

"Yes? This is he. Oh ... Commissioner. What's that? Dinner? We'd be honored. 
Let's say ... eightish? Fine. Pardon...? " Mark laughed. "Don't worry, 
Commissioner, I'm not about to forget that ... A deal is a deal. Of course. 
Right. Okay...'bye." 

Dianne waited, watching him turn slowly to face her, his handsome smile 
broadening. He chuckled, almost inaudibly. "That's it, Darling ... the call 
I've been waiting for. The good Judge ... he's backing me." 

"Oh, Darling, wonderful!" Dianne said, leaning over the bar to be kissed. 

He did. "We're having dinner with the A.C. Faros tonight at the club. He's 
Judge Reed's top man, you know, and now my campaign manager." He came around 
the bar, stood before her putting his hands on her arms. "Now, come all the 
tests, Darling ... the chance for you to prove everything you've told me the 
last few minutes." 

Dianne's head tilted somewhat in bewilderment. She half-smiled. "I-I'm 
afraid I'm a bit dense, Mark. You'll have to be more explanatory..." 

He let free of her and picked up his drink, making an idle little walk of a 
dozen short steps that caused her to swivel on the stool. 

"Nothing hazardous," he said casually, "But ... a bit rattling the first 
time, I suppose. I mean ... well, it's a big wide old ugly world sometimes, 
Darling ... depending what you're trying to extract from it. Just as long as 
we both understand one another ... that's all that counts..." 

. "Mark!" Dianne gulped suddenly. 

He stopped, turned, and stared at her, his eyes level even though his smile 
had disappeared. 

"Well?" he said. 

"There's ... there's an unwritten rule at the club ... someone told me about 
it ... I don't remember who ... But if you're asked to dinner by a couple 
and you accept, it means ... it means you agree to swapping mates ... Am ... 
am I right? Is that what you want ... of me tonight...? " 

She watched the expression of his handsome face slowly harden, a white line 
seeming to form around his mouth, a certain coldness chilling his eyes. But 
he wasn't looking at her; he was staring at the book on the bar beside her. 

Suddenly, he seemed to leap at it, pick it up, then slam it down loudly. 

"What the hell are you doing with this?" he shot at her. 

"I was reading it," she answered, her stomach abruptly quaking at his tone 
of voice and the vehemence in his eyes. "An ignored wife has to find 
something to occupy her time," she went on, sensing her own anger arousing 
and momentarily feeling braver for some unanswerable reason. 

He slapped her face hard, jarring the drink from her hand and she heard the 
glass shatter as it struck the floor. 

"Damn you!" he spat. "Don't ever let me hear of you poking in my study 
again!" 

"I wasn't poking, Mark..." 

"Shut up and listen to me! Don't you ever go in there again, you hear me?" 

Dianne couldn't believe the violence in his eyes. He was like a madman. She 
stared at him in utter fright. My God, what had happened so suddenly...? 

"All-all right, Darling ... whatever you say," she managed, shaking her head 
slowly. "Only ... only please, don't be angry. I was just..." 

"You were just poking and nosing! That's what you were doing!" he snarled. 
"Now, you listen to me. We're going to have dinner with the Faros. And I 
don't give a damn what you've heard, nor from whom. Just ... just don't you 
do anything to upset my applecart ... You understand? You understand?" He 
shook her violently, his hands gouging into the soft flesh of her upper 
arms. "Do you?" 

"Y-Yes," she whispered from the pressure of his grip and the anger in his 
eyes. 

"Goddamn you ... you better!" He thrust her away, scooped up his drink, 
drained it, then smashed the glass on the floor. "You make one wrong 
move...! " He paused, swallowing tightly. "Now, go up and get dressed!" 

"Mark..." 

"Shut up, you hear? I said, go up and get dressed!" 

Dianne slipped slowly from the stool, hesitantly turned her back to him and 
walked from the room. Good Lord, what was it? What was this horror that was 
destroying both of them? 

* * * 

The first time she had walked into the Rio Country Club it was like 
something out of a story-book to Dianne ... tonight it was similar to a 
horror mystery. She gazed across the table at the dark-haired, dark-eyed 
woman whose bewitching smile could possibly enamor a priest or saint, yet, 
she was far from beautiful. Just seductive, Dianne thought, as she watched 
the manner in which the voluptuous female maneuvered her magnificent eyes. 
Mark was simply becharmed ... or was he be-merci-nary? These were the 
temporary gods, she thought, and it lay in their laps. Consequently, her 
husband was playing at adoring. 

The sight sickened her, yet, what could she do? She had not gotten over the 
episode of the "smashed" cocktails to this point, or even begun to try and 
fathom why he had flown into such a rage for her being in his study. Nothing 
made sense ... especially her being here... 

"Isn't that right, darling?" Tonya Faro was addressing her. 

"What's that?" 

"I was just telling this handsome, talented husband of yours that a woman is 
worthless to her man unless she helps him further his career." She smiled 
venomously. "You see, Dear, that's what happened between Lydia and Jack 
Wellwood. Of course, you wouldn't know them, but they were very prominent in 
Rio Lado and the country ... even the state. Jack had designs on the 
presidency of the University, and certainly would have made it had it not 
been for Lydia. She was so dull; so ... so unimaginative." 

Dianne watched her sigh expressively. "Poor Jack," she went on. "He's 
teaching now in some junior high school, I understand ... divorced, of 
course ... a rotten shame, don't you think, Dianne?" 

"I didn't know them." 

"Yes ... yes, of course ... you didn't know them." 

A. C. Faro caused her to jump as he touched her hand with his own. "Would 
you like another drink, Dianne?" he questioned. 

He could see it, too, she thought, and for a moment her heart went out to 
this man who was so much older than his wife. It was almost as if they had 
something in common ... conniving a method of holding on to the ones they 
loved. She smiled. 

"Thanks ... maybe, that wouldn't be such a bad idea, but let's change to 
bourbon and soda, please." 

"All right," he said. "I'll have one with you." 

Dianne found a cigarette and A.C. lit it. Actually, she felt as if she were 
once again in the midst of some kind of nightmare, and there was no way of 
dissolving it to extricate its cause. Mark had ignored her since cocktails, 
speaking no more than one or two words like a master would to his dog. This 
broad, handsome gentleman ... one A.C. Faro, was extending himself to be 
gallant, and all she could think of was the unwritten unencroachable rules 
of the club. Dinner was long past and Tonya Faro was holding hands openly 
with her husband ... Dear God, wasn't there yet some measure of mercy...? 

"What say, you and I go to the bar for a drink?" A.C. whispered into her 
ear. "I'm not saying it'll have any effect on those two lovebirds ... but at 
least, we won't have to watch them." 

"I'd love it!" Dianne said, pushing back her chair and standing. 

A.C. arose with her, neither paying the slightest attention to their 
companions, and then Dianna had caught his arm as they walked off, thinking 
that ought to shake Mark a little. 

If it did, she had no way of knowing. He hadn't followed, nor suddenly, did 
she expect him. She had been thrust into this man's hands in the manner of 
the "swap" ... but thank God, A.C. seemed as unreceptive as she was to the 
forced arrangement. He seemed such a gentleman. They talked for a while 
about a wide variety of things as they drank until she could stand it no 
longer. 

"I can't stand this!" she said suddenly. "I wouldn't dare tell anyone else, 
but I know I can tell you. I saw it in your eyes there when they were 
holding hands. Now ... please, listen, I've got to find him and take him 
home. He's my husband...! Mark's my husband...! " 

"Yes," A.C. replied. "Of course, Dear." 

"It won't make any difference will it? I mean. Mark's election?" 

"Well ... the main thing is that you're happy." 

"Oh God ... thank you," she said, squeezing his hand. "Thank you ... Now, 
let me look..." 

She hopped from the stool and moved rapidly back toward the dining room. She 
was convinced that she could persuade him to leave with her; if it was 
necessary she would imply that Mr. Faro wanted no part of this abhorrent 
escapade either. The man loved his wife and that was as obvious to her as 
daylight and darkness. 

OH God, Mark, let's not make any more mistakes than we already have! 

She couldn't find them. She ran into the parking lot and saw their own car 
gone. Tears flooded down her cheeks. She wandered back inside, an emptiness 
gripping at her stomach. She found a secluded chair and wept awhile, then, 
tried to get hold of herself. She had to do something ... at least, go home. 

The open, balustraded stairway of the club loomed before her and she 
ascended it aimlessly to get away from the activity for a few minutes. She 
walked along a darkened, wide hallway with soft carpeting, her mind whirling 
in a maze of thoughts that she didn't want to remember. She couldn't think 
intelligently. At the end of the corridor she pushed through a doorway and 
suddenly found herself on the near-darkened sun-deck; she paused there and 
drew in a deep breath of warm night air. 

God, she wished she had a cigarette. She'd left them somewhere down there 
... Oh, Mark, Mark ... where are you? 

"Yessss ... yessss, Darling ... lick it ... lick it ... Oh yes, lick it 
good!" 

Dianne felt every muscle in her body tense, as if someone had clamped a 
block of ice to the back of her neck. She dare not breathe, and the words 
came to her, registering in her brain ... It was a woman's voice, hissing 
the words in passion ... She looked around, but could yet see nothing, only 
hear their movements and what sounded like wet, sluicing noises... 

"Ohhhh ... its beautiful, Darling ... beautiful..." 

Dianne gave a start as the door behind her opened and a man came out 
quietly. It was A.C. She turned away, embarrassed, and he came up behind 
her. She felt that she was about to speak when the feminine voice in a 
choked whisper begged: "Ooooohhh oooohhhh ... that's the way ... suck it too 
... lick and suck, Darling..." 

Faro placed his hands on her upper arms from behind, pressuring gently as if 
in signal to be quiet. She felt him move up close to her, then, he 
whispered: "We have company." 

Dianne made a little nod of acknowledgement, a wave of shame for the unwary 
lovers, as well as the girl's vile language sweeping over her. 

"They're over there," Faro whispered into her ear. "See...? On that chaise 
lounge..." 

Dianne saw them then, partially illuminated in the light reflecting up from 
the parking area, and the faint half-moon. The girl lay with her back 
propped up, her dress bunched around her middle and her legs raised and 
drawn back, her thighs widely spread before the man whose head was lowered 
into her loins. He, too, was naked from the waist down, his buttocks and 
legs glistening, in the pale light. 

"My God, she couldn't believe the lewd sight! The girl had her hands in his 
hair and was writhing and twisting beneath him, as if she were trying to 
pull him deeper between her obscenely flayed thighs. Again, the wet sucking 
sounds drifted to her and she felt the warm blood pouring into her face. 
They were so engrossed in their vile performance that they hadn't heard 
either her, nor A.C, come out... 

"Oooohhh ... oooohhhhh, yes, Darling ... like that ... do it like that," the 
girl whimpered, while Dianne stared as if hypnotized by the salacious sight 
and sound. 

She was hardly conscious of A.C.'s arm moving around her waist and drawing 
her back against him, and then the other arm had crept around until she was 
completely encircled and she could feel his hot breath against her ear and 
cheek. But for some unknown reason, she didn't feel any resentment, or that 
he was trying to take advantage ... He'd been a perfect gentleman, and a 
partner in shared misery, so as to speak: if anything, he was only offering 
her his strength to lean upon. 

Then, it occurred to her what they were doing ... standing there listening 
and watching the unknown couple's lewd act, and once more, shame swept 
through her. Was she losing all sense of decency, herself? She made a motion 
to release herself from A.C.'s embrace and felt his arms tighten around her. 

"Shhh," he whispered. "That's Byron Acker, City Councilman, and Betty 
Rhodes. We don't want them to know they've been seen like this ... damned 
embarrassing, you know..." 

"Betty Rhodes...? You mean, Doctor Rhodes' wife?" Dianne questioned 
incredulously. 

"The same, Honey ... listen ... he's sucking her cunt," the big man hissed 
into her ear. 

Every muscle in Dianne's soft, voluptuous body tensed and strained at his 
casual use of the foul word and descriptive phrase, the blood flushing into 
her cheeks hotly once more... 

"Ooooohhhh ... come up and fuck me now, Darling ... my cunt's on fire," 
Betty Rhodes gasped passionately, pulling him by the hair, trying to raise 
him up over her. 

Dianne continued to stare in fascinated disbelief as Byron Acker climbed up 
onto his knees and moved between her wide-spread, raised and waiting legs, 
his long thick shaft standing out in silhouette from his loins like the 
wagging limb of a tree in the dim light. 

"You love to fuck, don't you...? " Dianne heard him say to her. 

"Oh, God yes, I love it!" 

"Doesn't that doctor-husband of yours fill this cunt for you?" 

"Not like you, my Darling ... Wait ... wait! I want to suck it some more, 
first. Bring it up here...! " 

Dear God! Dianne thought. She'd never seen nor heard anything so utterly 
obscene in her lifetime. The lewd sounds of their foul words ricocheted in 
her brain as she watched him move up over her, his knees planted now on 
either side of her half nakedly exposed body beneath him, his vile shaft 
spearing out; then, she gaped in sheer awe as Betty Rhodes reached behind 
him, clasping her buttocks in both of her hands, drawing herself up lewdly 
until his hard penis disappeared right into her mouth. 

"My God!" Dianne hissed, hardly aware of A.C.'s hand gently cupping her own 
round, firm breast, or the other hand that was softly stroking her lower 
belly even as he drew her back protectively against him. 

"She's sucking him now," he whispered to her as she became aware of the 
growing hardness that had somehow insinuated itself between her full 
globular buttocks, and she caught at his hands gently but firmly in a quiet 
attempt to keep him from going any farther, as she tried to ease her bottom 
away from his growing, jerking hardness, but he held to her tightly. 

My, God, she couldn't blame him for getting aroused ... the lewd scene had 
instigated tiny prurient sensations to come alive in her own love-starved 
loins, and the lustful sounds they were making embellished with their 
licentious language was strangely exciting her. She had never watched, or 
even thought of two people making love before, and was amazed how strongly 
it affected her erotically, and not disgustingly as she might have expected. 

Still, she had to keep her wits. A situation like this, she decided, could 
quickly get away from both of them, especially while nourishing the hurt and 
resentment that they both were ... and with the stimulation of the 
lust-inciting exhibition taking place right in front of their eyes... 

"Oh Christ ... suck it ... suck that prick, Baby!" Byron Acker groaned, and 
Dianne could see his buttocks thrusting back and forth as he sawed his long, 
thick penis into Betty Rhodes' face. 

"Mmmmmmmm," the doctor's wife mewled and purled as she clung to his flexing 
buttocks, his huge prick seeming to go all the way down her throat each time 
he rammed it forward. 

My God, he was going to choke her to death! Dianne gasped while a chill of 
unexplainable excitement swept over her and simultaneously she felt the 
Commissioner's warm, searching hand slip inside the low-neckline of her 
dress to push aside her bra and cup the softness of her firm, naked breast, 
trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. She had 
offered him resistance, but not vigorously as he kept "Shhhing" into her ear 
knowing that she would not let him go any further ... Besides, what were 
Mark and Tonya Faro doing, wherever they were, right at that moment ? 
Probably, much worse ... more like the lewd sight they were witnessing ... 
Anyway, it felt good as the nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging 
hand and tweaking fingers... 

"Now ... now, fuck me, Darling," Betty Rhodes groaned up at him, dropping 
her head against the chair and letting free of his raging cock, while A.C.'s 
hand smoothed down over her own belly ... down ... down to the soft rise of 
her mound to stroke and press gently, forcing her full round buttocks back 
tighter against his ever growing and hardening prick. 

"I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life, you little 
bitch," Byron Acker hissed affectionately, moving back between her spread 
thighs quickly. 

. Dianne gasped at the tingling sensations A.C.'s tenderly stroking hand 
sent surging wildly through her loins and belly, causing her to force her 
buttocks back tight against the hardness of his fleshy rod pressing into the 
sweat-moistening cleft separating her buttocks. Oh God ... she was losing 
her sense of reason...! This was terribly dangerous ground they were 
treading on ... but she couldn't bring herself to leave the sight of the 
licentious coupling about to take place before her... 

"Yes ... yessss ... hold my legs way up, Darling ... like that ... yesss ... 
squeeze my tits! Oooohhhh, fuck harder ... harderrrr ... put your finger in 
my ass ... Aaaaggghhhh! Yes ... hurt me! Hurt me...! Oh God ... I'm cumming 
... Cuuuummmmmi i i nnnnnn-ggggg...! " 

Betty Rhodes wailed a low, guttural sound as she writhed and squirmed 
insanely beneath the furious pummeling of Byron Acker's buttocks smacking 
loudly into her, and then, Dianne watched him throw back his head and bare 
his teeth like an animal as he reached his own climax. 

A shudder of wild excitement suddenly spiraled the length of Dianne's spine, 
and it was then that she realized A. C. Faro had raised her dress and had 
his hand between her hot trembling thighs, beneath her wisp of nylon 
panties, one finger inserted deeply between the dampened, hair covered lips 
of her pussy and into her moist tingling vagina. 

"Oh ... oh!" Dianne gasped, the full realization of what was happening 
dawning upon her. "Oh God ... please," she hissed, squirming and struggling 
to get his deeply imbedded finger out of her wetly excited vagina. "Please, 
Mr. Faro ... I'm not that kind of woman ... I love my husband..." 

"I know, I know," he whispered, his breath hot in her ear as he continued to 
massage her throbbing naked breast and burrow his long middle finger up into 
her expanding, lubricated passage, the electric-like ecstatic sensations it 
was causing almost driving her mad. "And I'll stop ... if you want me to ... 
even though our respective mates are probably fucking themselves silly 
somewhere..." 

"Oh God, don't talk that way, Mr. Faro..., " Dianne pleaded, her frustrated 
brain caught in a whirlpool of opposing emotions. "Two ... two wrongs won't 
make a right ... At least, we must keep our heads ... Please...? " 

A. C. Faro is no fool, baby, he thought, as he continued to slip his middle 
finger deeply in and out of her delightfully dilating cunt. She was reveling 
in it and he knew it. Christ, what a tight little hole it was ... just as 
he'd imagined. And she wasn't going to be an easy lay ... just as he'd 
imagined ... so, play it cool ... always, the gentleman ... move it slowly 
... Besides, this was no place to put it to her, not the way he intended to 
fuck this little doll. . . Time, and room, and privacy were the prime 
requisites ... and he had that figured out, too. He was certain he could 
break her down now, but with a little more clever, solid approach... 

"All right," he whispered, reluctantly ceasing his finger fucking into her 
warm, velvety passage. "But I'm not sorry it happened ... are you?" 

Dianne sighed with both relief and regret as she felt him withdraw his 
finger from her desire stimulated pussy, then release her throbbing breast. 
Without looking at him, she straightened herself, then slowly turned to face 
him. 

"No," she whispered, "After what's happened between Mark and your wife, I'm 
not sorry." 

Faro started to take her into his arms but Dianne placed her hand gainst his 
chest and looked up into his handsome face pleadingly. It was enough, she 
saw, to hold him off. He was a gentleman. 

He smiled. "Okay ... let's you and I go see if we can find them. They might 
well be at our place. Are you game to break in on them?" 

"Yes." 

"No telling what we'll find," Faro reminded her. 

"I know." 

He took her arm, then paused to look over at Betty Rhodes and Byron Acker. 
He grinned and said: "Look." 

Dianne turned and saw them again in the faint light. Now, he was stretched 
out in the chair and she was hunched obscenely over him, her head bobbing up 
and down over his loins. 

"She is really sucking him off this time," A.C. Faro whispered. 

"Yes," Dianne nodded, hardly noticing the lewdness of his words this time. 
". . . She really is, isn't she?" 

 CHAPTER 6 

Mark had drenched himself in liquor purposely : yet, he was not drunk. 
Christ, he'd burned himself out when it came to experiencing any effects 
from alcohol. He'd come to the conclusion that somehow he had built up some 
unheard of immunity to the filthy stuff, but there were still times when it 
brought him some solace ... hardly tonight though. 

He was still raging over learning that Dianne had been nosing about in his 
study, poking at forbidden things to learn what she could. He'd wanted to 
hurt her, he was so damned outraged; but after, as usual, he'd been sorry 
for losing his temper and striking her. There was little to be done about it 
now, though; the damage had been effected. Instead, he'd tried to forget: 
elated with the knowledge that the Reed Machine was behind him, and 
excitement mounting inside him at the prospects of a bout between the sheets 
with Tonya Faro. 

He had intentionally ignored Dianne all through dinner, lavishing his 
attentions on the Commissioner's sensually attractive, dark-eyed wife, his 
own version of public punishment. He read his beautiful blonde mate's hurt 
in her every longing expression toward him, her lovely hazel eyes dampened 
and ready to brim over at any given moment; there was a sense of power in 
that, too, he thought. 

Tonya Faro stimulated him to no end. Once, she had reached beneath the table 
and caressed his inner thigh, making his penis jump like a surprised rabbit. 
He'd gulped tightly, wondering of a sudden just how he was going to whisk 
her away from in under the noses of 

Dianne and the Commissioner without creating a scene. Not that he was 
worried about A.C.: that end of it was all understood, but Dianne was 
another story ... then, Faro had suggested he and Dianne have a drink at the 
bar, and that was all the leeway they needed. 

In the parking lot, before climbing into his T-Bird, Tonya had wrapped both 
arms around his neck, glued her lips to his own and slithered her tongue 
deep into his mouth. He'd placed both hands on her firm, round buttocks and 
clawed her to him, feeling her pelvis grinding tightly in lewd little 
fucking motions against his already hardening prick. Then, she had eased 
back and reached down to feel of it with her small hand. 

"Hmmmmmm, I think I'm going to be proud of you, lover," she breathed warmly 
into his mouth. "It feels like a sizeable ingot of iron." 

Mark ran his hands down over the protruding, rounded cheeks of her buttocks, 
lifting them from beneath, then, traced the separating cleft with his finger 
all the way down to the backs of her inner thighs causing her to shudder 
excitedly against him. Her full firm breasts burrowed into his chest and he 
sucked at her lips, then shot his own tongue into her mouth, almost to her 
throat. She nibbled at it gently, another shudder coursing over her. 

"Come on," he said. "Let's go to my place. I've waited long enough for this 
night." 

"You've waited...? " she said as he opened the door and helped her in. Then, 
as he was climbing in on the other side. "Do you know how long I've waited 
for this, Mark Coleman?" 

He smiled over at her. "How long?" 

"Never mind, damn you," she said, swiveling about in the seat crazily. 

The bucket seats didn't make it easy for her, but before he had maneuvered 
the vehicle from the parking area she had his zipper open and his prick out, 
both hands, one above the other, clutching it. 

"My God, darling! It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, as she began to work the 
thick foreskin up and down, worming her head from beneath his driving arm. 

Mark felt his breath lump in his chest as the unmistakable wetness of her 
lips slipped down like warm vibrant liver over the head of the jerking 
shaft. She went on sliding the heavy layer of skin up and down as her tiny 
tongue worked maddeningly, flicking into the split of its tip, then swirling 
in a wild rotation first clockwise then counter-clockwise around the smooth 
spongy head. 

Christ, if she kept that up he'd cum right now! He had all he could do to 
keep the car on his side of the road ... and then they were going up Coleman 
Hill, and finally into the big circle drive. At last, he cut the engine. 

"We're here, baby," he said, running his hand through her short dark hair. 
"You really want to suck that ... come inside with me ... maybe, you'll even 
get your little cunt licked." 

She raised up, her eyes glazed in the near darkness as she looked at him. 

"Oh, my God!" she gasped heatedly at the mere suggestion of it. 

"You liked to get your cunt licked, Baby?" he whispered, taking her face 
between his hands to kiss her. 

"Oh ... oh, God yes! Yes, yes, I do! Please ... please, let's hurry..." 

* * * 

A.C. Faro drove slowly toward his home, pretending to keep his eyes on the 
near deserted street, but simultaneously watching Dianne Coleman's thighs 
beside him out of the corner of his eye. She hadn't spoken in the five 
minutes it had taken to come this far from the club, but he was determined 
that she would make the first effort toward conversation; then, he would 
proceed from there. It was an old police gimmick one used when he had a 
hard-nut, an untalkative one to crack ... and well should he know, he 
thought, a momentary flickering of all those grueling years passing through 
his mind. It hadn't been an easy climb; whatever he had now, he'd earned... 

"Do you think they'll be there, Mr. Faro?" she spoke suddenly, interrupting 
his thoughts. 

"I ... I don't know, Dear," he said, purposely faltering. "Sometimes ... she 
takes them home ... other times, she goes ... God knows where." 

He saw her looking directly at him. 

"You mean ... she'd done this before? Gone off with someone else...? " 

He chuckled lightly, "I'm sure you're not that naive, Dianne," he said, 
using her name softly. "You've been at the club enough to know about the 
swap arrangements." 

"Y-Yes ... I know," she replied thinly. 

"So...? " he shrugged. "There's your answer." 

Dianne twisted uneasily in her seat. She'd guessed as much all along, hadn't 
she? Mark had intended this ... had even threatened her if she dare do 
anything to ... to "upset his applecart" as he had so nicely put it. Thank 
God, she was with a gentleman, at least. 

All of Mark's love-filled little petitions and questions of earlier in the 
day came back to her. "Being a politician's wife isn't always easy, baby ... 
sometimes, it calls for tremendous sacrifices ... I may have to count on 
that, Darling ... please don't let me down, will you?" She sensed the hot 
tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks, and A. C. Faro's eyes were upon 
her. 

"I-I'm sorry," she managed. "I just can't help it." 

"I understand," Faro replied gallantly. "Go ahead, maybe you'll feel 
better." 

"No ... no! I refuse to cry over that bastard!" she spat in sudden anger. 

Faro nodded. "Just as well," he said. "I doubt that it'll gain you much." 

Momentarily, Dianne was silent, but in spite of all the drinks she had had, 
her brain was beginning to function in more normal patterns. She was getting 
hold of herself. She said: "We were supposed to swap ... exchange partners 
tonight, weren't we?" 

"Supposed to ... yes. But of course, it has to be a mutual agreement..." 

"You've been a perfect gentleman, you know," Dianne said meaningfully. 

"Really? I thought I was out of line back there on the sun-deck..." 

She made a little laugh. "Lord ... who wouldn't be, with what we were 
watching? I've never seen anything like that in my life. I'm still ... still 
upset." 

"Upset?" 

"Well ... whatever you call it," she laughed again, embarrassedly. 

A. C. Faro smiled. She was coming nicely, he thought. "Only a natural 
reaction to a natural function," he said. 

Dianne could feel the anger rising up inside her at Mark's deception. She 
couldn't rid herself of the feeling, suddenly, of how she had been used, and 
what he ... her very own husband, had expected of her. Well ... he'd never 
lied about it really, had he? He'd married her for a purpose ... an image 
among other things ... a vote-getter when all else was laid aside. She was a 
tool for the cause ... and God help her should she not perform to his 
advantage. 

"Mr. Faro..." she started. 

"A.C," he cut her short. 

"All right. . . A.C., what happens to Mark's political career if I fail him 
... refuse to perform?" 

Beautiful, A.C. thought. Perfect. He managed a gentlemanly shrug. "In this 
county...? He's dead," he said flatly. 

"like that?" 

"Exactly, like that." 

"Why?" Dianne questioned. "My God, why?" 

Again, the big man shrugged. "You barter what you have for what you want in 
politics, my dear. If you're lucky, you make an equal exchange..." He 
paused. "Listen to me, Dianne ... politics is a dirty game ... a powerful, 
exacting, dirty game that bleeds the soul ... then, rewards with 
unbelievable riches ... The Colemans have been involved for a century. What 
Mark is doing is as natural as tomorrow morning's sunrise. He can't help it. 
It's a part of him..."a family heritage, so to speak." 

"And God knows what else is a part of him!" she spat vehemently. 

A.C. Faro swung slowly into his driveway. He brought the car to a halt and 
switched off the engine. "Well," he said, "here we are. I don't see Mark's 
car ... Would you like to go in and have a drink while we wait for them?" 

Dianne turned to him. What a marvelous man. Handsome too ... Why couldn't 
Mark be like him? How could he remain married to that woman? She was cutting 
him to the quick, Dianne was certain of it. God, she felt sorry for him ... 
and here he was spending his time worrying over her problem, saying nothing 
of his own... 

"Well?" he persisted. 

"Yes ... yes, I'd love to have a drink with you, A.C. I want to see their 
faces when they arrive and we're here waiting for them." 

 CHAPTER 7 

Mark could hardly believe the magnificence of Tonya's sensual, naked body. 
He set the drinks on the table beside the bed, then, leaned over her, 
pressing his lips tightly against hers. There was something about her that 
incited a driving sensation of lust inside him, like all of the whores he'd 
ever known in his life ... like Dianne never could, he was certain. She 
reached up, encircled his neck with her arm and drew him down on top of her. 
He purposely thrust one of his naked legs between her slightly spread 
thighs. She was unbelievably supple, soft like velvet ... like Dianne, and 
her body adhered to his as if it had grown there. She lifted her thigh until 
it was tight into his groin while he ground his mouth harshly against hers, 
making his cock lurch into a near-painful hardness... 

He sensed the wetness of his own seminal fluid seeping from the tip of his 
ever hardening prick, and suddenly it occurred to him that he'd cum from 
just the manipulations of her leg against it if she didn't stop. That would 
be a fine thing, wouldn't it? like some goddamned high school kid on his 
first date! Christ, she set him on fire and he couldn't fathom why! She was 
just a bitch and he knew it. He tried to move his prick from her gentle 
ministrations and at the same time sent his tongue deep into her mouth; she 
sucked at it, nibbling and nipping with her teeth, transmitting crazy chills 
along his spine. He raised his head, then lay his cheek along side her hair 
almost desperately, his hand caressing her ripe, full breast automatically. 

"You're an odd one, Mark Coleman," she said of a sudden. 

"Wh-What? Why do you say that?" 

"You've been avoiding me for ages ... steering clear of all the girls at the 
club," she half whispered. "Why?" 

"Why...? " he managed, his brain fumbling; he'd always had a gift of words. 
It was his law training. "Why not? If what you say is so ... but did it ever 
occur to you that I might just be playing it safe ... avoiding the jealous 
husband and all that?" 

"Nonsense," she replied, laughing rather crudely. "I know better than that 
... and so do you...' ' 

"No, really," he interrupted her. "I didn't have a wife ... didn't feel that 
I belonged to that extent ... I mean..." 

Again, she laughed. "You mean, swapping, don't you?" 

"Yes." 

"It wouldn't've mattered," she said softly, reaching up to run her fingers 
through his hair where he lay with his face against her head. "We're a 
pretty liberal group, you know..." She clutched at his hair and pulled, 
raising his face above her where she could see into it. "Why did you marry 
her, anyway?" 

"Dianne?" 

"Yes. Why? I want to know." 

Mark shrugged his broad shoulders. "Why do people get married?" he 
countered. 

"Numerous reasons ... sometimes, even love. But that wasn't yours, Mark 
Coleman." 

"Oh...? Why do you say that?" 

"Because..., " she said levelly, her great eyes searching his handsome face. 
"I doubt that you could ever love any woman. You're too self-centered ... 
too ruthless ... too ambitious ... and who knows, maybe a little incapable, 
too." 

Mark felt his face reddening. "What the hell do you mean by that last part?" 

Tonya Faro shrugged beneath him. "We girls discuss these things, you know. 
That idea has been tossed in several times ... for what it's worth. Of 
course, I'm not saying that I feel that way, Darling..." 

"Really!" he snapped. This was getting to be a hell of a sexual arrangement. 
He could feel his prick deflating like a punctured balloon. "Just what the 
hell is this anyway, an interview for the Country Club News?" 

Tonya Faro laughed loudly. Finally, she said: "No, Darling, it's nothing 
only little old inquisitive me. I want to know why you married that nice 
sweet little girl? She's not like the rest of us, you know." 

Her question twisted inside him. So, this was what she and others like her 
at the club had finally decided about him. Christ, maybe they even thought 
he was queer? 

"Well..." she persisted. 

"A politician has to have a wife," he said, holding his voice to as casual a 
level as he could. 

"Such a beautiful, innocent and sexy one?" 

"Why not?" He grinned down at her, watching her tremendous dark eyes rove 
over his face, almost feeling them penetrate to the depths of his soul. 

"Is she good in bed?" 

"Yes," he answered, simultaneously giving it some thought and trying to 
remember. Then: "But I don't think she knows it, yet. She was a virgin when 
I married her..." 

"You're kidding?" 

"I'm serious!" he snapped. "She was a pure, chaste virgin when I married 
her." 

"Well ... I'll be damned," Tonya breathed heavily. "I thought that specie 
went out with World War II ... which makes it worse, Mark Coleman." 

"Meaning...? 

"You're using her," the naked woman beneath him smiled and said. "You are, 
aren't you?" 

Mark didn't answer. There were words at his disposal, but for some reason he 
didn't want to employ them. She was right and he knew it. This girl ... this 
woman ... she seemed able to root to his very soul; he hesitated to lie to 
her. 

"Aren't you?" 

"I-I don't know ... I suppose so." 

"You're a dirty, lousy, fucking bastard, Mark Coleman ... but I love you ... 
Did you know that?" she hissed up at him. 

God yes ... she was right! And he did know it! Finally, he nodded. "Yeah," 
he managed, "you're right ... You're so goddamned right." 

Tonya laughed. "You ought to make a good politician ... even a good governor 
... or who knows what. You're rotten enough." 

"Thanks." 

"Can you fuck? I mean really fuck?" 

He gaped down at her. "I ... I don't know," he replied, her approach both 
surprising and exciting him, but suddenly making him feel awfully godamned 
inadequate. And, then, he realized suddenly that she was quivering beneath 
him. Her thighs were churning against his loins once more. She was breathing 
deeply. 

He sensed his own desire come immediately alive again. He started to lower, 
himself; he wanted very badly to lick her cunt. His prick was abruptly as 
hard as a cold chisel. 

She caught him and drew him back up. Smiling, she said: "Not yet, Darling. I 
don't think you're up to that task. You might unleash a monster ... Just 
fuck me first. Fuck me deep and hard. Would you like to do that?" 

"Christ, yes!" he heard himself gulp, servile and angry at the same time, 
but not knowing which emotion to acknowledge. Godamn her! "Yes ... I'll fuck 
you like you've never been fucked in your life, you teasing little bitch!" 

"Oh God," she moaned, shifting him over between her now wide-spread thighs, 
while he moved his hands down beneath the smoothness of her rounded 
buttocks. 

Damn her! They were gorgeously shaped, firm and solid as he'd felt them in 
the parking area of the country club. Her body was hot and supple beneath 
him and she raised her mouth to his, locking suction tightly with him, while 
her hands searched down between them for the long, thick hardness she had 
sucked all the way to this place. 

Mark grunted animalistically as her cool fingers clasped his suddenly 
throbbing cock. He ground his mouth to hers and kissed passionately. 
Something about her, whatever in God's name it was, set him off ... maybe it 
was her almost animal aroma..., he was beginning to feel like a lust-hungry 
beast. And, then, things like her lips gentled him. They were wine he'd once 
tasted, soft as the grapes that blended it, and she pressed her full length 
erotically to him, grinding her pelvic region tightly against his own, 
before finally throwing wide her legs and jerking them back, displaying the 
silken hair-shrouded warmth of her moist pink cuntal lips gaping upward at 
him and begging to be fulfilled. 

 CHAPTER 8 

In her frustrated state of mind, Dianne Coleman welcomed the cool, 
sweet-tasting drink A.C. Faro handed her before sitting down beside her on 
the davenport in the comfortable living-room. He had switched on soft, 
indirect lighting and soothing, listening music, the latter seeming to 
immediately react, as might a tranquilizer, on her frayed nerves. Thank God, 
she was very much at ease in his company; it had to do with them sharing the 
same plight, she supposed; for some reason, he made it all bearable and she 
was grateful to him. 

Mark's horrible behavior of trying to pawn her off on another man, then, 
disappearing with the affable gentleman's wife for obvious ... sexual 
reasons, had nearly unnerved her entirely, and probably would have had it 
not been for the noble Commissioner's behavior. As for the events that 
followed on the sun-deck of the club, she couldn't, and didn't, blame him 
for that. A natural reaction to a natural function, he had said, and she 
realized it had been just that. 

Even so, recollection of the erotic episode embarrassed her now that she sat 
beside him in the light of his splendid living-room ... the memory of his 
hand on her naked breast, and the other ... petting and probing right up 
into her vagina ... but she hadn't tried to restrain him with any great 
amount of vigor, either ... Lord, she'd really acted like a wanton, hadn't 
she...? But, at least, no damage had been done, and they'd had sense enough 
to stop ... which was probably more than Mark and Tonya Faro could say right 
at that very moment ... Oh God, she just couldn't think anymore about that 
or she would burst right out crying again. And heaven knew, this poor man 
beside her had as much reason to weep as did she. 

Now, she looked over at him. He was staring blankly down at his drink. She 
couldn't help but admire his forced calm acceptance of the situation. Her 
heart went out to him; she tried to think of something to say that would 
take his mind from it, at least for a moment. 

"What is it?" she asked, holding up the milky appearing liquid he had poured 
them, as if to examine it. 

"Pernod, with water," he replied. "I thought it was what we both needed. 
It's very relaxing and you can drink considerable of it." He paused, 
studying his own glass. "It seems we're going to have that much time on our 
hands ... We might as well try to enjoy it." 

Dianne thought about that. God, how could she enjoy anything, knowing that 
Mark was someplace ... making love to another woman...? "Will ... will they 
come back here eventually, do you think?" 

"Yes, I suppose ... eventually ... when they've enjoyed their fill of each 
other ... when they're all fucked out." 

Dianne sensed her cheeks flushing hotly at the sound of the obscene word, 
and a little tightness gripped at the pit of her stomach. "Oh please, A.C. 
... don't use that language," she pleaded, reaching over and placing her 
small soft hand over his in sympathy. "I-I understand how you feel. Lord 
knows, I'm no better myself ... but we must, keep our heads, mustn't we?" 

"Must we?" He looked at her, his gaze level, his eyes searching her face 
virilely, his big hand all of a sudden encompassing her own. 

Dianne gave a little start. It was the first time she'd noticed any sign of 
sexual desire in his expression; even following the episode on the sun-deck, 
he'd shown no indication of further advances, although she knew he'd been 
greatly aroused just as she had been. A little tremor of apprehension ran 
through her; she didn't want to offend him, but she had to put a stop to 
this right away. She sipped at her drink, then placed it on the table beside 
her, forcing a smile. 

"You know we must, Commissioner," she managed, her tiny, pink tongue-tip 
easing out to run the length of her pouting lower-lip somewhat nervously. 

"Do I? You keep telling me that, Dianne, but I haven't quite bought it, 
yet." He made an easy smile, his thumb rotating caressingly over the back of 
her soft, smooth hand. "You forgot ... you were supposed to be my 
love-partner for the night ... and that's damned hard for me to ignore. 
You're a very lovely girl, Dianne ... and damned desirable. And..." he 
hesitated for the slightest of moments, "your husband is laying my wife at 
probably this very moment." 

She felt a slight hitch in her breathing as he held to her hand and began to 
move closer to her. 

"Please..." she said, making an effort to withdraw it. "I-I didn't know that 
... about the swapping arrangements, I mean ... Mark didn't tell me ... My 
God, I could never agree to such a thing..." 

"Am I that offensive to you?" he put to her. He had set his drink on the 
coffee table, was still holding tightly to her hand, and now with the other 
was smoothing up her other naked arm as he inched even closer to her. 

"No, no ... you know it's not that," Dianne said, shaking her head 
over-enthusiastically, her eyes widening in growing alarm, the gentle touch 
of his warm hand moving over her flesh reminding her of the prurient 
sensations he had incited within her on the sun-deck not an hour before. 
Somehow ... somehow, she had to put a stop to this..."It's simply ... well 
... I'm just not that type of girl ... I-I regard my ... my marriage vows 
are being sacred ... and ... and I could never defile them..." 

"And how do you suppose Mark regards them?" 

"I-I ... Oh God, I don't know ... I don't believe he even knows. He's just 
all mixed up ... so damned engrossed in this election ... of becoming 
senator that he doesn't realize what he's doing. But Mark's my husband, A.C. 
... and I love him! It'll all work out, I know it will," she said 
emphatically, again trying to loosen herself from his grasp and move back 
away from him; he held her fast, his handsome face only inches from her now 
cringing, frightened one, until she could read plainly the mounting desire 
gleaming there. 

"Sure..." he said, a strange change coming to his voice. "It'll work out ... 
providing you do what's expected of you, Baby ... Right now, you're the key 
to his future ... and that's why you're here with me ... I'm the lock 
controlling the door ... and you're the key to open me." He grinned 
meaningfully. "Politicians are ruthless men, Dianne, especially the 
power-hungry Coleman clan ... maybe, you've already discovered that for 
yourself. It's in their blood ... inherent, so as to speak ... and they'll 
sell their souls for it ... or yours." 

"I-I don't believe that!" Dianne lied, not wanting to accept his words even 
though deep down she felt them to be true. She tried to lean back away from 
him as he continued to grin at her, his now, almost lecherous eyes suddenly 
dropping their level to the deep soft white cleft separating her rapidly 
rising and falling, breasts and absorbing them, hungrily. Slowly, they raked 
back up over her to lock with her confusion-filled eyes. He went on smiling, 
but the expression had transformed into a lascivious, suggestive one. 

"There's no use fighting it any longer, my dear," he half-whispered. "We're 
wasting time ... and there's no way out, except to fuck ... or else Mark's, 
and your, whole futures go down the drain..." 

He was that close that she could smell the faint essence of cologne from his 
face, and for the first time she detected the near imperceptible age-lines 
around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. A shudder of fear mixed 
with a sudden obscene stimulation rippled over her at his lewd suggestion. 

"Oh no ... no," she exclaimed. "Please...! " 

"Who're you trying to fool, little girl, yourself?" he said, sharply, his 
eyes narrowing. "Because you're not kidding me one little bit. That tight, 
sweet pussy of yours wants it so bad that I'm almost afraid to shove my cock 
into it ... it might eat it alive..." 

"Oh God, please, A.C. ... stop! Please stop!" she begged, feeling the hot 
tears seeping into her eyes once more. 

"No ... no, I'm not going to stop," he said evenly. "Because I know you want 
it just as bad as I want to give it to you ... and because there's no way 
out of it, Darling ... unless you're prepared to answer to Mark ... Do you 
follow me clearly?" 

Dianne couldn't hold back the sinking sensation creeping over her as she 
stared into his sudden lust-incited face. Oh God, yes, she followed him only 
too clearly! And she'd thought he had been so kind ... such a gentleman! 
Then, Mark's words flickered through her mind once more: You do anything to 
upset my applecart ... you make one wrong move...." 

Dear Lord, after the way he'd struck her for nothing ... the vicious look on 
his face ... She was afraid of him ... afraid of what he really might do to 
her should she destroy this alliance of his with the Reed Machine...! 

She was trapped! Completely and hopelessly caught in a web of circumstances 
spun by unscrupulous, coldly calculating men...! 

"Oh ... please don't she gasped in surprise, making another effort to free 
herself, but it was useless. His hand had snaked around her slender waist 
and drew her tightly to him. "Please ... please..." she begged. 

He kissed her, his hot mouth crushing down hard against the soft petals of 
her lips, his other hand moving upward along her cringing ribs to her full, 
erect breast and smothering it in its huge palm, his long thick fingers 
kneading and caressing while the breath reluctantly seeped out of her. 

Suddenly, she was trembling with strange sensations, a wave of mixed 
emotions spreading through her ... shame, humiliation and anger, blended 
with the insuppressible physical need of her love-starved body. Her loins 
tingled between her legs at his powerful masculine nearness; still, she 
struggled, though not violently, not hating or despising him for what he was 
doing, yet hardly appreciating or fully giving herself to the pleasure of 
it. His obvious lust frightened her, repelled her, and the fact that he was 
forcing himself upon her caused rage and humiliation to seize simultaneous 
control, momentarily; but she couldn't ignore the resurrected tingling 
sensations he had revived and sent racing vibrantly over her whole body at 
the gentle stroking of her breast. 

Oh God, she had to fight him ... she had to! He kissed her again and again, 
his hot wet mouth and tongue moving eagerly over her face. She sensed her 
wits leaving her as the hot sensuous craving increased in her belly; almost 
unconsciously she slipped her arms upward around his neck and opened her 
mouth to his searching tongue. 

She gasped breathlessly into his mouth, the nipple of her breast hardening 
erectly as he pinched and rolled it gently through her clothes, initiating 
further little electric-like shocks of excitement to swirl through her, even 
as her shame rose up in her throat in an effort to choke and counter-balance 
this madness that was taking command of her. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, Baby ... and you're going to love it," he 
breathed hotly into her open mouth, running his hand down her ribs and over 
the full swell of her rounded hip and along her outer thigh, then back up to 
press beneath her and cup the softness of her buttocks. 

Her whole voluptuous body recoiled and tensed against him and she tried to 
fight him in earnest, but it was simple for him to control her with his 
powerful hands and his heavy body half on top of her. 

"You luscious bitch!" he repeated. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never 
been fucked before...! " 

"Oh God, no ... no! Please ... you can't. . . We can't ... We just can't...! 
" Dianne moaned, her brain reeling in the throes of the strange conflicting 
emotions overwhelming her, wagging her head negatively and causing her long 
blonde silken-hair to whip back and forth; yet, even as the words tumbled 
from her lips she sensed the barriers of her restraint slowly crumbling, the 
very sound of the obscene words he used strangely exciting her. 

"Yes ... yes, we can, Dianne," he breathed softly, covering her mouth with 
his and sucking at her lips, his big hand suddenly moving up beneath her 
dress, smoothing along the soft skin of her tightly clenched, warm thighs. 
"I'm going to slip my cock right up into that tight little cunt of yours ... 
hold that beautiful ass tight in my hands and fuck into you until you pour 
out every last ounce of this pent-up feeling that's tearing you apart," he 
hissed as she stared fixedly into his eyes, her breathing increasing with 
every licentious passion-building word that came from his mouth. "But first 
I'm going to lick and suck that little pussy like you've never dreamed of in 
your lifetime..., " he went on, his hand coursing up over the flat plane of 
her now quivering belly, then back down to the thin, nylon covered swell of 
her pubic mound to gently stroke and tease at her dampening vaginal split 
beneath. "And you're going to love me for it ... love and beg me to fuck and 
fuck and fuck you..." 

"Ooohhhh," Dianne breathed heavily, her arms circling tightly around his 
neck in a sudden uncontrollable burst of passion, her aroused body could 
not, and did not want to, harness. Her fear was still strong inside her, but 
it was no longer fear of her dilemma, nor of her husband, nor what she knew 
was to come ... but simply fear at her own collapse of principals and morals 
... for as certain as she wantonly kissed him at that moment, thrusting her 
tiny tongue deep into his mouth, while his hand that she had let slip down 
between her soft yielding thighs pressed and rubbed at her nylon-shielded, 
palpitating, moist pussy, she knew that she was going to let this 
unscrupulous, handsome man make love to her... 

"Are you ready, Darling?" he whispered, suddenly removing his taunting hand 
from beneath her dress and slipping it under both of her legs at the knees. 
"Ready to be sucked and fucked and made love to like you've never had it in 
your life...? " 

"Oh God ... Oh God, yes, yes!" her mind blurted involuntary, hardly 
realizing the words had come from her own mouth. "Love me, Darling! Love me! 
I need it so bad...! " 

 CHAPTER 9 

A.C. Faro could hardly comprehend the meaningful depths of the 
passion-filled response spewing from her soft, wet lips into his face. He 
only knew that the heat and aroma of her hot, sweet breath was setting him 
wild ... as if he were not already charged with lust from the mere sight and 
feel of her soft, supple body. Christ, he couldn't wait any longer! 

He lifted her into his arms and stood. She clung to him, her arms locked 
around his neck, her head on his shoulder, and he carried her, still 
whimpering, along the hallway to a bedroom. There, in the darkness, he 
kissed her again and felt her tongue slide into his mouth almost wantonly. 
His prick throbbed and strained in his pant-leg, until he thought it was 
going to break, rip out by the roots, if he didn't release it soon. 

"Oh God ... what are we doing, Darling?" she whined. "It isn't right ... it 
isn't right. . . but I want you to ... I need to be loved so badly..." She 
moaned and A.C. felt her hot tears against his face. 

"It's all right, Baby ... it's all right," he whispered reassuringly. "We're 
going to do what's expected of us ... We're going to make love ... fuck and 
suck to our hearts content ... until every muscle in your body is relaxed 
and filled with love." 

"Yes ... oh yes, Darling ... I want you to! I do!" she gasped. 

He kissed her again. "Now, I'm going to put you down. Do you want to undress 
yourself...? " 

"Yes. Let's do it quickly. I'm frightened. I don't want a moment when you're 
not touching me. Please hurry." 

"I'll hurry, don't worry. You want the light?" he asked. 

"No! No! Not ... not at first, anyway." 

He lowered her to the floor and Dianne began to almost hypnotically remove 
her clothes, shutting all else from her mind but the thought of the rapture 
to come. She could hear him and the rustle of his clothing as he removed 
them, and suddenly a tingling chill spiraled through her at the thought that 
in moments she would be in bed naked with a strange man ... a handsome, 
wicked man, his hot hard flesh pressed tightly against her own, his maleness 
rigid and throbbing in anticipation of making love to her. It was wrong! 
Terribly, terribly wrong! But she had to have him ... have it! Her body was 
going insane with its need ... and then, a sudden thought flashed through 
her mind. Could he fulfill her? Make her know what a climax was? It'd never 
happened completely with Mark, almost, but not quite ... Oh God! She was 
acting, thinking like a slut ... ! 

And then he was behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as she stood 
there with her flimsy panties and bra her last useless protection. He kissed 
her soft, naked shoulder while his hands smoothed over the little bowl of 
her smooth, white belly. She shuddered delightedly at his touch. 

"Let me help," he said, his hands moving up behind her to unhook her bra, 
then, slipping beneath her arms to her large full pointed breasts, his 
large, oversized hands sliding beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the 
cool air brushed teasingly against her unleashed nipples that burst into 
hard, berry-like solidness. She lay her head back against him, gently 
pressing her buttocks back to force his long, thick hardness up against his 
own belly with the upper portion of their round fullness. Oh God! She was 
nothing but a ... a wanton whore! 

Her breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and 
caressed her palpitating naked breasts, pinching at the tiny hard pink 
nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing unbelievably wild 
sensations to jolt saturatingly through her whole body. At last ... he was 
gently drawing her panties down over her buttocks and hips from behind and 
she closed her eyes and raised her head in the intoxicating excitement that 
enveloped her ... his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft white 
buttocks making her tremble and then, as she stood there, she felt the 
worming hot wetness of his tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, 
quivering behind ... and finally licking from the bottom of the smooth, 
white crevice to its top and following right up her back until he stood 
again with his arms around her. 

Christ! What a delicious creature, he thought. Of all the women he'd ever 
fucked, this one was unquestionably the most beautiful ... the most 
desireable. Even Tonya ... he couldn't remember her ever having moved him 
like this. Coleman was a fool! A stupid ass-hole, fool! 

He had pressed the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved 
in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous globes of 
her ass while his hands reached around to clutch at her full, firm breasts, 
then, he moved her forward to the bed. 

She climbed onto it, stretching herself out on her naked back and he dropped 
down beside her; she rolled toward him, wrapping her arms around him to be 
kissed. He did, smashing his tongue into her mouth, almost to her throat, 
his one hand traversing over her breasts and down her side, across her 
belly, finally reaching the wet velvetiness of her hot, sensitive vaginal 
split, toying momentarily in the sparsely covered pubic hair, then, 
searchingly discovering her already excitedly erect clitoris. He tweaked it 
and she gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then 
he ran his fingers downward through the moist, sensitive raw flesh to the 
small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue fucked into her soft 
receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the wet 
quivering passage. 

Dianne moaned aloud. "Aaahhhhh, God!" She could never remember feeling such 
erotic bliss. Her whole being was alive with a seething of sexual lust. She 
was going mad! Losing all sense of moral right and wrong! Oh God ... it was 
so beautiful! She'd never known anything like this...! And then, his finger 
was slipping wetly up inside her and a wave of new exciting sensations 
rippled over her flesh. 

Oh ... ohhh! He's inside me ... his finger ... shoved right up inside me! 
I'm a bitch! A whore! A slut! Oh God! But I need it ... need it...Mark, Mark 
... where are you...? 

She hardly felt him slither down her, rolling her gently onto her back and 
spreading her thighs as he crawled and placed himself between them, his face 
hovering just above her wet and excited loins. The room was dark and her 
mind was glazed in its rapture. She felt large flat palms of warm hands 
pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, 
and her breath caught in her throat as she waited with mounting desire for 
what would happen to her next. 

"Oooohhhhh!' she lurched, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound 
at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed wet, tantalizing kisses being 
lavished on the hair-lined slit of her gently palpitating pussy ... just as 
he had promised, his tongue flicking snake-like at the soft quivering 
opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the insanely pleasurable 
licking of her still-closed vagina while uncontrollable groans of ecstasy 
rolled from her lips. My God, he had said it ... said he would lick her ... 
lick and suck ... but she hadn't really believe him! She knew these things 
were done by both men and women alike ... but she'd never dreamed of it 
happening to her...! 

Oh God, he was doing it again! And then, as though in a dream, she couldn't 
keep her hands from moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the 
smoothness of her stomach, and coming to rest on either side of her 
cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing from where she lay and felt his hot 
breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread the 
fleshy, hair-lined lips of her split apart with delicate fingers her hands 
grazing the cheeks of his face as he lowered to her and drew his hot wet 
tongue up through the sensitive, exposed pink-flesh of her flowing cunt. 

Diane gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed the movement of her 
beautiful head, rolling back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out 
again, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He 
sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her inner lips deep into the hot 
cavern of his mouth, while his tongue maintained its moral-shattering 
licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her legs. 

Oh Lord in heaven! She was lost ... lost! Destroyed forever, and she knew 
it! But never ... never had there been anything like this! 

She groaned huskily from deep in her throat while the hot probing tip of his 
tongue worked its way up and down the length of her narrow wet silt, 
starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the 
elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her 
involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the backs of 
her knees that were splayed out wide and obscenely on either side of him, 
then lift and push them up over her body so the kneecaps touched her 
breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her open loins to his eager mouth. 

"Oh God!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity of her own animalism as he 
flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus and 
reveled in the erotic sensations it gave her. Truly, he had raised the 
wanton bitch in her! If there had been any shame or humiliation, it had long 
since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding her whole being. 
She never wanted him to stop ... never, never! 

Faro couldn't believe it! The cold little bitch had seemingly gone 
completely to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in 
uncontrollable ecstasy. He'd realized that there was a latent hot streak 
lying hidden inside her when he'd finger-fucked her on the club's sun-deck 
... but never to this extent. 

Christ, how beautiful this night was going to be before it was done, he 
envisioned, grinding his long, heavy, aching cock into the coverlet as he 
worked greedily, feeling the soft wet silken pubic hair brushing 
tantalizingly against his cheeks, a strong feeling of power enveloping him. 

He'd figured to get her in the sack all right, one way or another, but never 
in his wildest dreams had he expected that she would be such a hot little 
bitch, squirming under his tongue like this ... completely at his mercy ... 
and her pussy loving it. He brought her legs back down and listened to her 
helpless moans as he increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and 
down her steaming vaginal slit. That bastard husband of hers couldn't be 
taking care of her ... maybe he wasn't capable, just as the girls at the 
club decided ... either that, or she was a latent nympho, and he couldn't 
settle for that. . . not that it made any damned difference, but he'd never 
seen anyone so hot, and he knew it wasn't all from the Pernod because they 
hadn't drank that much. She just needed it badly, and she was getting it ... 
and this was only the beginning. 

He was certain that already she was too far gone to resist anything he 
decided to do to her, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he 
began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and 
to, her receptive passion-filled body. Suddenly, he wished that Coleman and 
Tonya were there, or the Judge; that would make a real party. He smiled 
inwardly at the thought, then felt her hands desperately entwining in his 
hair, manipulating his face harder toward the small clasping, opening of her 
vagina. He rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and heard her 
groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the tight 
little hole in her squirming crotch. He complied, ovaling his lips and 
pressing tight to her hole; he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue 
thrusts that brought a low guttural groan from the depths of her chest. He 
felt the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls 
of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically in a tiny sucking motion trying 
to pull the invading implement deeper and deeper into it. Christ, he'd never 
had anything like this in his life! 

Dianne whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of his 
voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She felt entirely out of control 
of both body and mind. Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, 
erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her crotch was a 
whirlpool of rapture. And then, he was moving up over her. She sensed his 
tongue in her navel, again moving upward, leaving a wet hot trail as he 
slithered over her until he found the nipple of her left breast, and then 
her right, sucking and raising salacious gasps of additional pleasure from 
her. He kissed her while simultaneously he forced her smooth, white thigh 
wider and wider apart. 

She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had brought 
her so much pleasure, tasting her own cuntal secretions there and gasping 
with the forbidden delight and the lewd thought of it. Abruptly, she felt 
the brushing of his long rigid prick against her thigh and immediately 
reached down for it. He raised up above her to give access and she clutched 
its heavy, solid thickness, her breathing catching momentarily at the feel 
of the hot massive rod she encircled with both hands, her long fingers 
barely going around it. 

"My God!" she gasped. "It's tremendous! Can ... can I take it...? " 

"Do you want to?" 

"Oh yes ... God yes, I do! I do!" 

He bent down and kissed her once more, then she felt the bulbous, blood 
engorged head moving up and down parting the soft blonde pubic hair between 
the palpitating lips of her cunt and suddenly the small mouth of her 
throbbing vagina pressed open. The tight elastic entrance resisted 
momentarily; she held her breath as the tip pressed forward, coughing 
suddenly with the pain from the hard cruel pressure. 

"Aaaggghhh," she groaned, automatically resisting as the harsh torment 
increased. 

Faro liked her soulful protest and, with a wicked grin lining his lips, 
shoved a little further causing her to emit another long low groan from deep 
in her throat. 

Aaaaaggghhhhhh! Oh God ... darling, it hurts ... it hurts!" 

He grinned again, this time almost evilly, in the darkness, her agonizing 
pleas giving him a sadistic jolt of pleasure. 

"Oooooohhhh," she whimpered as the huge head pressured further against the 
snug rubbery opening between her widespread thighs, and then the tip slipped 
inside just beyond its coronal rim and she couldn't hold back her scream. 

My God, she thought, her thighs were splitting apart from the continual 
expanding of the small wet hole in her crotch. He was too big! Too big! He 
was going to split her open!" 

Faro couldn't resist the excitement her wailing screams were bringing him at 
the slow, relentless penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed 
his hips to sink an inch at a time into her, until suddenly, he could stand 
it no longer. He had to fuck her! He rammed forward with all he could 
muster, dropping his weight onto her, crushing her full, firm breasts 
beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his hips simultaneously and his long 
thick cock plunged into her moist frightened cunt with the brutal force of a 
driven crow-bar, spiraling the soft, tender walls of warm vaginal flesh in 
rippling waves before it. There was no holding it back and with a loud grunt 
he felt his balls smack loudly into the upturned crevice between the cheeks 
of her tightly clenched ass. 

"Ooooohhhhh! My God! My God! You've ripped me! You've torn me wide open!" 
Dianne wailed, screwing her buttocks down into the bed in a futile attempt 
to escape the agonizing impalement of her cunt. Her legs splayed into the 
air helplessly on either side of his big, muscular body, kicking and jerking 
as he pinned her securely to the soft squeaking mattress beneath. "Oh ... oh 
... oh...," she continued to groan; she lay beneath him completely filled 
with his prick, the massive, throbbing shaft sunk to the very depths of her 
belly and beyond. Dear God, she'd had no idea it would give her such pain, 
and abruptly, she realized that all sensual excitement had left her in its 
wake. She could feel every wrinkle of the huge rod inside her ... enclosed 
in the moist, snug sheath of her own cunt! Her husband's cunt that had never 
been entered before by any other man! Good God! what had she done! 

Suddenly, she felt him beginning to move and she sucked in her breath and 
held it in fear of what was to come. He began to jerk on top of her, his 
hips flexing, the huge head of his prick burrowing deeper and deeper into 
her. 

"Oh ... Oh...! Please ... no more ... no more, A.C....! " she begged. Then, 
she felt him raise his heavy weight up off of her, his hands pressing her 
shoulders tightly to the mattress, his widespread knees forcing her thighs 
wider apart, until the blood-filled head slipping further into her was 
pressing hard against her cervix ... and then, slowly, he began to move in 
and out of her, picking up speed as he went, at last buffeting her whole 
body back and forth beneath him as he fucked furiously into her. 

Damn! He had to see her face, he decided, reaching over and snapping on the 
bedside lamp. The sight of it and her whole soft, white voluptuous body 
spread in the obscene position beneath him brought a lascivious grin to his 
lips. Her beautiful face was contorted still with the pain of that first 
vicious stab into her. Her lips were drawn back from her teeth, pleading, 
little incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were 
outstretched, palms placed feebly against his hips, attempting to ease the 
attack of his rampaging cock battering against her sensitive womb, while her 
eyes stared upward unseeingly. 

Coleman had never banged it to her like this, never sunk his cock to the 
depths he'd reached, Faro felt certain. Christ, what a tight little cunt it 
was ... almost virginal, he thought, as he held her tight in the lewd, 
degrading position. Now, he looked down to see his kinky, black pubic hair 
tangling and meshing with her sparse, blonde silken strands, the head of his 
thick, fleshy shaft tunneled deep into the palpitating coral split that his 
tongue had nursed to wet rapture only a few moments before. He could see the 
tight lips of her cunt stretched to near ripping point, the elasticized 
outer pink rim clasping tightly around the white-skinned base of his cock 
like a hungry sucking mouth. 

He held her like this for a moment, savoring the sensuous scene of her 
near-unbelievable beauty impaled helplessly beneath him, his huge cock 
entombed deeply in her white little quivering belly. Christ, the mere sight 
of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every whim, made his cock 
throb and ache, and his heavy balls churn with the pressure that was 
building inside them. Damn her, he was going to give her a fuck she'd 
remember as long as she lived. 

Dianne lay frozen helplessly beneath him. She'd concluded there was 
absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg him to stop now would be utterly 
useless. How could she have been so wrong about him. He'd become a 
lust-filled monster, and there was nothing she could do but lay there 
beneath him and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his 
lewd male sperm into her agonized passage. Oh God ... what had ever come 
over her to let her succumb to this? She must have been out of her mind 
entirely. God, how lewd and debasing it all seemed to her now, with the pain 
that filled her loins instead of the bliss of such a short time before. 
She'd been mesmerized by the rapture, had completely lost all sense of 
fidelity, or reality ... and now, she would pay. Oh, Mark ... can you ever 
forgive me? 

The sudden hot pain of his brutal entry still tore cruelly at her insides. 
His massive cudgel was moving in and out of her at a specific, not 
unbearable cadence, presently ... if only he didn't increase it, or change 
it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together 
in an automatic attempt of resistance, then was sorry, for the throb of her 
internal sinews seemed only to incite him more, and suddenly it was drilling 
its way deeper and deeper into her unwanting vaginal channel. She felt the 
walls of her recoiling cunt clinging to it like warm, vibrant liver ... and 
then the hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix and helplessly she clenched 
her teeth and endured it. 

It surged in and out of her in an established rhythm she adjusted to, the 
pain slowly lessening as her cuntal walls stretched desperately in their 
attempt to accept it, until finally she could actually feel the tickling 
hairs of his balls slapping teasingly into the crevice of her ass when he 
came into her, and she began to lick at her perpetual pouting lower-lip. 
They returned then, the first sensations of desire ... lewd desire coursing 
through her veins, arousing salacious little chills that began to run along 
the base of her spine as she felt the slow measured beat of A.C. Faro's 
great cock skewering wetly into her upturned loins. 

And then, suddenly, her body began to twitch and writhe of its own volition 
beneath him, and she heard her lips begin making small mewling noises, an 
incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of his mouth, and once 
again she was thrusting her tongue between his lips. She drew back her legs 
slightly, her buttocks moving involuntarily against the slippery softness of 
the silken coverlet, and her cunt contracted as the delightful lewd, 
lascivious inner sensations increased with his every stroke. 

Faro felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried prick. 
Her wet clasping cunt flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing 
performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewling and purling 
sounds were suddenly filling the room, and her head rolled from side to side 
on the pillow while her hips had begun a slow rotation beneath his cock sunk 
deep in her soft white belly. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he 
sensed her incited nibbling crotch screwing itself up closer against his 
hair covered loins. At last, she was coming around! 

Dianne could barely comprehend the abrupt new wave of entrancement 
saturating her whole being. All pain had left her, giving way to a maddening 
electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly 
through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. She was a mass of exquisite 
moisture between her thighs. She rotated her hips from side to side around 
his fleshy, impaling cock, feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to 
its rhythmic throbs. He had suddenly made himself immobile, resting still 
above her with hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was 
letting her trembling body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of 
hot wet flesh that bridged them into one. 

Faro gaped down between them to watch her moist, grasping cunt slide up and 
down his thick rod, the thin pink ridges of coral-hued flesh pulling out and 
clinging to it as she screwed her buttocks down into the coverlet, then the 
salacious mouth between her legs absorbing the soft folds back into her as 
it swallowed the slippery, glistening length of his prick on the slow 
tantalizing upstroke. He let her work and strain against him a while longer, 
listening to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight as she labored now with 
utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer 
ecstasy. 

She was gone now, completely lost, he gloated, watching her naked body 
increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions faster and faster with 
the passing of each second, the urgency of her thrusts against him more 
pronounced, her lust-bared teeth chewing at her swollen lower lip as she 
strained toward orgasm. He felt the secretions of her sucking passage 
beginning to flow and heard the wet sluicing noises of the in and out sawing 
movement as she thrust greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her 
back raised high off the bed to arch her crotch tight up against him ... It 
was then that he reached back, grabbing her ankles and shoved them brutally 
up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he rolled her into a 
contorted ball of helplessness beneath him. He held her there securely 
making the widespread slit between her legs completely open and vulnerable 
to his lust-filled cock. 

Half crazed now with desire, Faro pulled his deeply buried shaft from her 
until only the tip penetrated her ... then, he plunged forward with every 
ounce of strength in him,' ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly 
into her helplessly exposed vagina. 

"Oh ... unnnnggghhhhh!" she grunted as it raced into her and she could hear 
and felt the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her crotch. His heavy 
body dropped down on her brutally, crushing her full, tight breasts beneath 
her knees into her chest. His thick cock pummeled into her receptive cunt 
like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and 
again in rippling waves before its smooth, rubbery head. 

He began long hard strokes into the seething channel, and the quivering 
moist walls clasped around the fleshy rod hungrily, slithering up wetly to 
devour its length to the hilt. His balls slapped into the damp of her 
buttocks with a vengeance. She groaned loudly in relief at the complete 
filling of her stretched passage as he began a heavy deep thrusting into her 
grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth gasping 
in abandoned ecstasy. 

Suddenly, Dianne realized that this was it! This was it! His thick, 
expanding cock digging into her like an air-drill made the cords in her neck 
abruptly tighten in an unmistakable sign. She could think of nothing but the 
enormous, agonizing sweet buildup inside her. 

"Oh God ... oh God! I-I'm going to cum! Yes ... my God, yesssss ... I'm 
cumming ... cuuummmmiiiinnnnggg!" Fuck ... fuck ... fuck hard!" she pleaded 
with a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his 
driving buttocks, pulling him in a demented frenzy deeper and deeper into 
her widespread crotch. 

Her cunt walls opened like a thousand tiny springs, emitting a flood of 
warm, gushing secretion to bathe his insanely pummeling cock like a hand 
holding warm soapy water. He rammed harder, faster, burrowing deep, deep 
into the hot liquid depths of her steaming, spewing cunt, and the juice 
seeped wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice 
of her ass and flooding his balls as they slapped rhythmically against her 
tightly puckered anus. 

"Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh God!" Dianne chanted, twisting and writhing 
beneath him, and spurring him on to force her tortured legs farther and 
farther back over her head and fucking into her like a mad man. Bright 
flashes filled the room again and again as she continued to grunt out her 
climax, the juices still gushing in never-ending spurts down the full 
quivering cheeks of her bucking rear end. 

Then, she felt A.C. jerk, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets of his 
sperm shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her dilating womb. Her head 
swam with depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts splattered wildly 
into her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. The 
hot wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at 
the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth... 

Her firm young body seemed suddenly drained of everything and her limbs 
collapsed loosely on the bed as Faro released his grip on her legs. She lay 
spread-eagle, feeling the heavy weight lifting from her and the cool rush of 
air over her sweat-soaked form. 

"Well ... well..., " Faro sighed heavily, dropping onto the bed and 
stretching out beside her. "What do you think now, Baby? was it worth it?" 

What did she think? Was it worth it? Oh God ... she couldn't think ... not 
really ... It'd been wonderful ... She couldn't deny that ... Dear God ... 
she was nothing but a whore ... just like all the rest of them in this 
horrible little community. 

 CHAPTER 10 

Mark Coleman was experiencing a state of irritation. There was no damned 
reason for it, he thought, but it was with him all the same and had been 
since the wild night he had spent with Tonya Faro, three days before. There 
was no question about it; the woman was a nympho. She'd near extracted the 
marrow from his bones. He'd slept the day through Sunday, inasmuch as he had 
to be in court the following morning, and had not seen his beloved wife 
since he'd skipped out on her at the Club with Tonya, Saturday night. 

Dianne had moved out of his bed, obviously, and established herself in 
another bedroom in the house. She had kept the door locked, took her meals 
in there and refused to see him. Only the housekeeper, Mrs. Gray, had laid 
eyes on her during the three-day period. Not that he gave a damn about that 
either, he kept telling himself, but after all she was his wife and there 
were certain obligatory functions, as such, he expected of her, one of which 
was to appear on the podium beside him that night at an election speech he 
was to make. He had sent word up to her by Mrs. Gray some two hours before, 
but Dianne had refused to acknowledge his order one way or the other, and at 
the moment he sat in his study drinking scotch and sodas and working up to a 
slow boil. 

He had no idea how far A.C. Faro had gotten with her, but he felt certain it 
hadn't been all the way. She was too damned prudish for that ... maybe a 
little hot necking and petting, but never any further ... and that made him 
feel a bit better, although for the life of him he couldn't reason why. 
That's what he'd acquired her for, wasn't it? For bartering power, the 
image, and for whatever other advantage she could be to him along the way? 
So, why the irksome fermentations at the thought of her and Faro together? 
He'd had Tonya in every way, shape and form, hadn't he? And now he had the 
Reed Machine behind him ... Hell, it was all going beautifully, even better 
than planned. So why the gnawing grumble in his belly? Let her sit up there 
and brood her tight little ass away if that's what she wanted ... just as 
long as she conformed to his programming ... Damn her, she certainly had no 
complaints ... and maybe it was just about time that he told her that! 

He stood abruptly, set down his glass and stormed from the room, taking the 
wide stairs two at a time. At her locked door, he hammered authoritatively. 
When she didn't answer, he stepped back angrily and kicked it open with the 
driving sole of his shoe, splintering the casing around the latch, the 
barrier swinging back forcibly to bang crescenduously against the wall. 

Dianne lay on the bed attired in nightgown and negligee. She sat up with a 
start as he burst into the room, then stopped short to stare at her, his 
eyes red-rimmed and enraged. The sight of him reminded her immediately of 
her wedding night and a shudder passed through her. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he raged. "There's no doors 
locked to me in this house, lady ... especially yours!" 

She had been shocked more than frightened by his onslaught and quickly 
gained control of herself. Three long days and nights of shame, degradation, 
tears, and finally acceptance with purpose had wrought a changed girl in 
Dianne Lovell Coleman ... at least, she had convinced herself of this. She 
gave him a twisted, little one-sided smile that was almost akin to a leer. 

"Really?" she said acridly. "I didn't know, master. I thought that even your 
whores were entitled to some privacy." 

He took a step toward her, balled his fists, but caught himself. "Damn you, 
don't provoke me," he spat at her. "I've taken your little mood bit for 
three days now, and that's long enough. You'll move your things back into 
the master bedroom where they belong and you'll share my bed. Is that 
clear?" 

"Perfectly," Dianne replied, her beautiful hazel eyes narrowed in a bitter 
loathing he had never dreamed possible. 

"Good. Tonight, I have a speech to make at the Municipal Auditorium ... 
you'll be on the stage beside me. Understand?" 

"Whatever you say, master," she hissed back at him. "Only ... don't you 
forget one thing, Senator ... from this day forward I'm your wife in name 
only ... nothing more. Do I make myself clear?" 

Again, Mark sensed the rage mounting inside him and he clenched his hands 
tightly as it swept through him. "You're exactly what I tell you, you are!" 
he said through clenched teeth. 

"I'm a whore!" she threw back at him, her eyes spitting venom. "And you made 
me that, my husband! Just a piece of human flesh to be used for the 
advantage of your career, remember ? I'm a bitch and a slut ... and I think 
perhaps I'm going to like it!" 

Mark felt a cold, knotting sensation taking place in his entrails. It seemed 
to render him temporarily immobile. He could do nothing but stand and stare 
at her. He had never seen her this way ... would never have believed it 
possible. Her whole being spewed vile hatred at him ... but worse was the 
vicious implication of her self-denunciation. It could mean only one thing 
... 

"Wh-What are you trying to say...? " He watched her eyes, narrowed and 
gleaming with little pin-points of wrath. "Well...? " 

"Just what the devil do you think ? " 

"Did ... did you let Faro fuck you?" he shot at her. 

Slowly, Dianne's smile broadened into a tight, almost bloodless grin. "Let 
him ... I begged him to," she taunted. "And it was beautiful ... the first 
time in my life I ever knew a real man ... a fulfilling man! Yes, he fucked 
me but good, and if I'm lucky, he will again, damn you!" 

Suddenly, the urge to beat her ... to destroy her ... to kill her was almost 
unbearable inside him. He felt the hot tears of bitter rage trickling down 
his cheeks and the aching lump in his throat nearly choking him. Oh God 
almighty! What had he done to her? He steeled himself, his nails digging 
into the flesh of his own palms, in an effort to keep himself from leaping 
on her and tearing her to pieces. He had to force himself to back away 
before he lost all control entirely. He moved in a backward motion all the 
way to the door, his tear-glazed vision filled with the magnificence of her 
beauty ... the soft, chaste loveliness that he had selfishly bartered into 
defilement by another man ... He read the continuous hatred she was hurling 
at him with her eyes until he could bear it no longer. He spun about and 
walked quickly from the room, the sobs choking up from his breast, and 
stumbling along the hallway, he cursed himself and all the Colemans before 
him who had doomed him to damnation. 

Alone, Dianne's outward display of rancor quickly disappeared and she 
lowered her face into the pillow, her long blonde silken hair fanning out 
and covering her head and shoulders like a golden coverlet ... then, she 
wept for a long long time. 

 CHAPTER ll 

Dianne sat on the dais in the background along with several other 
dignitaries listening to the drone of Mark's voice as he addressed this 
audience assembled in a Union Hall. It had been the eighth one in as many 
days, a tour that had taken them throughout the state, until tonight when 
they were back in Rio Lado once more. She was exhausted from the living out 
of a suitcase, the traveling, long hours and poor eating routine, but the 
campaign was going well and this was all that concerned Mark, or A. C. Faro 
who was managing all affairs. Public prediction was that Mark would win 
handily, and with the election only three days off, she was grimly 
determined to see it through. 

It was what was to follow that absorbed most of Dianne's thoughts through 
her waking hours. The few minutes of an evening she and Mark had spent alone 
together since the day he had broken in the door were invariably strained 
ones. There had been no sex, no pretense at love, nor a seeking of 
forgiveness on either's part. Their association had been one of simple, 
affable understanding, but with the election, whichever way it went, that 
too would be over. She intended to divorce him. 

There was little, if any, chance for a reconciliation, she felt. What he had 
done to her was unforgivable. She neither loved nor hated him, but in fact, 
had filled that void in her emotions with a new greed of her own she had 
never before known. The luxury he had introduced her into had become a 
second nature; she had grown accustomed to its pleasurable benefits, and 
didn't intend to be without it again. Mark would pay, and pay handsomely. 
She had, with a little investigation, uncovered her secret weapon. It was to 
her advantage that Mark win his senatorial post; his position would be more 
vulnerable then, which was the main reason why she had endured the campaign 
and had gone out of her way publicly to pretend at being a devoted wife and 
helpmate. Her day was coming shortly. 

Faro had never ceased at making advances. He continually watched her, the 
perpetual gleam of the lecher that was lighting his eye. Mark pretended to 
ignore it, but she knew it had begun to eat away at him. He had actually 
grown jealous of her, and that, for some reason, amused her. 

Of course, there were no opportunities for A.C. to get her off somewhere 
without Mark's knowing, and had there been, she was certain she would've 
refused. Not that the memories of their erotic night together didn't move 
her when she thought about them; in fact, having tasted the full delight of 
satisfying sex, her voluptuous young body had sent off its craving desires 
to her brain too often of late, and there had been those moments when she 
would've openly welcomed A.C.'s long, thick penis slipping between her open 
legs ... but such an act with him didn't fit into her plans at this time ... 
and the new Dianne Coleman had become a terribly hard, mercenary girl. 

Presently, she was experiencing a slight headache. She hadn't slept well the 
night before and had eaten only a small brunch early in the day. Mark had 
barely gotten into his speech, and of course there was always a question and 
answer period to follow. She felt if she sat there much longer she would 
certainly become nauseous ... She leaned toward A. C. beside her. 

"I'm not feeling well," she whispered. "I think I'll run along home and get 
a night's sleep. It's all I need..." 

"By all means," said the Commissioner. "Look, I'll drive you..." 

"No. That won't be necessary. I'll catch a cab," she said, realizing 
immediately what he had in mind. 

"But, it's no trouble..." he tried. 

"It might be," Dianne insisted. "And I doubt if I'm up to it tonight." 

A.C. grinned. "Very well," he said. "I can wait a little longer." 

Dianne returned his smile, getting quietly to her feet. "I'm sure you can," 
she said. "You're a dear, A.C, good night." 

"Good night." 

* * * 

Phillip Gates sat engrossed at the back of the hall. He hardly heard a word 
that Mark Coleman uttered, but every sense of his being was occupied with 
the presence of the lovely blonde-haired girl who sat upon the dais behind 
him and to his right. The palms of his hand bore a thin film of 
perspiration. His dark, discernible eyes pierced the layers of smoke that 
hung over the room and dwelt upon the delightful feminine face and body 
unflinchingly. He bit at his thin lower lip and hoped that no one around him 
could feel the hatred he must be generating. 

This was the third time he had seen her since she had eloped on him, and 
each one had been in the presence of her husband-the bastard, ... and at a 
similar political function. He couldn't resist the temptation to come and 
stare at her, to sit anonymously among the sea of faces and telegraph his 
vehement animosity at her, hoping childishly that in some manner it would 
reach her and penetrate to the very core, turn her blood to ice. . . force 
her to jump up and leave the stage... 

When she stood, suddenly, he could hardly believe it. She was saying 
something to the man next to her, but she was too far away for him to 
observe the expression on her face. He sat up straight in his chair. Was she 
leaving? It was a gamble, but if she were she would have to use the alley. 
He stood, moved out into the aisle and walked outside to the front of the 
building. She would have to come this way, and his car was parked riot fifty 
feet down the street. He tensed and waited... 

"Pardon me," he smiled, "but don't I know you?" 

"Phillip! My God ... Phillip!" Dianne exclaimed. She broke into a broad 
smile and bounded toward him. 

The greeting surprised him. He caught her in his arms, held her for a 
moment, then backed off. 

"Oh, Phillip ... how wonderful to see you. How've you been? What're you 
doing here? My God ... I'm so glad to see you..." 

Again, he was taken aback. He'd expected anything but this type of 
salutation from her. His own smile burst forth uncontrollably. 

"I came to learn what your husband has to offer the voting public," he lied. 
"But when you left the dais I thought there might be a chance of saying 
hello ... for old time's sake." 

Dianne looked at him for a long moment, her expression warm and receptive, 
then, she dropped her eyes consciously. 

"I-I wasn't feeling well," she said. "These campaigns are kind of rough on a 
girl, you know ... " 

"I should imagine." 

"I was just going home..." 

"Can I drive you?" he asked in that straightforward manner she remembered so 
well, the slightest of smiles playing around his thin, sensitive mouth. "For 
old times sake, that is ... " 

She had been about to refuse until he'd used the last phrase. The warmth of 
his very presence caused the smile to well up from deep inside her. She 
couldn't have refused, even had Mark been standing beside her. 

"I'd love it," she said. 

He led her to his ancient vehicle and held the door, apologizing for its 
humbleness meaningfully, then hustled around to the other side before she 
had a chance to change her mind. His brain swirled. He couldn't believe that 
it had come off so well, that she would've been so receptive to him. But 
then, why not? Pity on her part. Reveling in her luxuries, why not drip a 
little charm and pity on the childhood sweetheart ... the ex-boyfriend ... 
the almost, but never quite, lover? Kicks! 

He drove, his eyes glued to the street, a waxed smile stiffening his face. 
She seemed filled with elation at their meeting, damned near drenching him 
in her sympathetic, pretentious joy ... or was it sympathetic guilt for what 
she had done to him backing up and overflowing in her. . . ? God knows, she 
must have known some feelings of remorse ... or did she? 

Well, it made no difference to him one way or the other! He'd formulated his 
plans should he ever again get her alone, months ago. The idea of such an 
occurrence happening had been as farfetched as he himself running for state 
senator; yet, he had provided for it, planned it, and dreamed of the actual 
occasion time and time again. 

It was here! Now! At hand! His steeped brain fell into automatic function. 

"Where are you going?" she questioned calmly. "This isn't the way to Coleman 
Hill." 

"I know. I have something I want to show you." 

"Out here? We're out of town, Phillip. This road leads to the river ... " 

"That's right," he smiled over at her. "It took me a time to find it, 
myself. I come out here often and sit quietly. I look around and think of 
you ... Remember ... " 

"Ph-Philip," she said in an alarmed voice as he turned off on a side, dirt 
tributary. "Y-You're frightening me...? " 

"Really?" He turned again on a second side-road, suddenly coming into a 
clearing that overlooked the bank of the near-dry river-bed. He jerked the 
keys, pocketed them and stepped out into the warm night. "I can't imagine 
why." 

She watched him reach into the back seat, retrieve a blanket, then walk away 
with it to a large-limbed shadow of a tree. Inside her, a hollowness had 
begun to form as she studied his decided movements, watched him spread the 
blanket and his silhouette move toward her side of the car. When he was 
close enough, she saw his smile ... cold and determined. 

"Phillip ... . ? " 

"I thought you'd like to see where I come everyday to think about you," he 
said levelly, almost menacingly. "Sit with me, perhaps ... or even lay with 
me..." 

"Philip ... please..." 

"Get out, whore," he said. He jerked the door open. 

"Phillip ... darling ... no, please...? " 

"Get out! Get out, or I'll pull you out!" he spat sharply. 

Dear God! Dianne gasped within herself. It's come to this ... He intended to 
have her ... to rape her if necessary. There was no question about that ... 
! And God, could she blame him? After what she'd done to him? But this was 
not the point in question! How could she make him under...? 

"Goddamn you! Get out of that car before I drag you by the hair!" he 
suddenly screamed at her. 

She did. She walked to the blanket and lowered herself down to it. He 
followed close behind her and dropped less than an inch away from her. His 
body touched hers. She could hear his heavy breathing. 

"You know what I want," he said. "I want what's left of that marriage-bed 
cunt I spent a young lifetime waiting for. Then, you can ge back to your 
fink of a husband." 

"Phil 

"Shut up! I-I just want to know for certain that what I waited for wasn't 
worth it ... " 

"Oh God, Phillip," Dianne moaned. "Oh, my God...! " 

He clutched her to him suddenly, his tongue splurting into her mouth, 
crushing her breasts against his chest, his hands smoothing over her back 
and hips. He lay over until he was prostrate on his back, pulling her on top 
of him and his long, sinewy hands moved down over the rounded orbs of her 
buttocks, hauling her into him, then down the backs of her thighs and back 
up to repeat the performance. 

She whimpered loudly as she returned his kisses, grinding her pelvis against 
his and feeling his hardness there, her breath catching in her throat at the 
uncontrollable passion welling up inside her. 

"Oh God, my darling!" she groaned into his mouth. 

"I'm going to fuck you!" he said. 

"No ... no," she bleated. "You can't, darling. You can't!" 

"Why?" he hissed at her. 

"Because ... because, you're the only thing I have left to believe in!" she 
whimpered feebly. "You're my god of purity..." 

"Oh ... go to hell!" he blurted. He shoved her off him, arose to his knees 
and ripped his pants open. In a flash, his prick leaped out, long, thick and 
ugly, jutting forth in its upward arch and jerking savagely in its need. 
"There's your god of whatever you call it! Now ... you either take your 
clothes off or I'll tear them off ... because I'm going to fuck you tonight 
... willingly, or otherwise!" 

Dianne felt the tears streaming down her cheeks. The sight of his member 
made her want to grasp it and love it, but she was not yet free to do that. 
Her vows bound her. She couldn't drag him. . . her own Phillip, down to the 
degradation she had sunk to. Dear God, how could she make him understand? 

"Please, my darling...? " she begged ... and then he was on top of her, 
ripping at her clothes. 

She felt her dress bunched up beyond her waist and her flimsy nylon panties 
ripped away. 

She even tried to fight the joy she felt as he brutally climbed between her 
legs, forcing them wide apart until her sparsely-haired loins were made 
helplessly available to him. And then, she felt his hands at the lips of her 
cunt, not brutal, but not tender either, and she felt her whole being lurch 
at the initial contact of the turgid head of his prick with the moist, soft 
delicate flesh; she knew there was nothing more to say ... He was going to 
fuck her ... and dear God, she wanted him to! Oh, how she wanted him to! 

"Oh no, darling, no!" she moaned in confusion. "Not this way ... please?" 

"Go to hell, you bitch!" he snarled, pushing her legs back and flicking his 
raging cock against the smooth, hair-lined mouth of her unready and 
reluctant vagina. 

"Aggghhh!" Dianne grunted as he ground the hate-filled cudgel into her 
unprepared channel without benefit of mercy, ramming it into the barely 
moist, raw sensitive flesh with a wicked rush that left her gasping for 
breath. She tried desperately to put her hands between them, to grasp his 
hips and hold them back, but he pinned her arms down and held them there. 

His penis tore into her, scraping her tight vaginal walls painfully, causing 
the passage to contract and squeeze desperately around him as if it were 
trying to force him out as he thundered into her. He, too, gasped, at the 
sudden deliciously clamping enclosure hugging his rigid cock and he 
continued to pound deeper and deeper into her, forcing the warm, moistening 
flesh of her cunt in rolling ridges before it. 

Lying helpless and dominated in under him, Dianne started to cry, completely 
going to pieces, but now firmly embedded in her, he began to fuck her 
pitilessly, trying to hurt her, she was certain, bending her thighs back to 
her shoulders, raising far out of her then thrusting right up to the cervix 
with brutal jabs so that she coughed and choked with the abrupt agony and 
humiliation. 

"Oh ... oh ... Phillip ... Phillip ... my God, you're hurting me terribly!" 

"Good! Good! You bitch! That should make it somewhat even!" he sneered down 
at her, panting and snarling, his strong fingers digging and gouging into 
her soft white flesh as he twisted her body this way and that, trying to 
stuff the expanding circumference of her hole. Then, he was plunging to such 
depths in her that at the apex of every lunge a spasm of torment jolted 
through her loins, and she bit at her lower lip and rocked her head back and 
forth on the blanket in an effort to endure it. 

"Oh ... please, please, Phillip. ... " 

"Please what? You're no godamned virgin!" he spat at her. "How many filthy 
pricks have shot their loads in this slut-hole of yours anyway? A dozen ... 
two-dozen ... or maybe you've lost count! Hell, this is just another fuck, 
pig ... just another fuck!" 

"No ... no! It isn't true, Phillip ... I swear ... Ooooooh, Dear God, 
please, you're killing me...! " she pleaded. "I beg you..." 

But he ignored her, beginning to go wild with passion and bitterness, his 
rock-hard penis battering into her with vicious, relentless strokes, his 
face a twisted mask of sadistic hate. His hands clawed and tortured her 
flesh and she writhed painfully away from them. She couldn't believe the 
horror of his attack as he drove deeper and deeper into her with each 
buffeting of his hips. His prick hammered into the moist clinging passage, 
his balls smacking resoundingly into the smooth crevice of her ass. Suddenly 
his hands went beneath her to cruelly cup the soft, white mounds of her 
buttocks, and he dug his fingers deep into her anal crevice. 

"Oh, my God almighty!" she screamed. "Stop! Stop!" 

She might just as well not have spoken, for he ravaged her with unheeding 
savagery, twisting his hips and crashing his throbbing organ deeper into her 
from every angle, feeling the swollen head tear at the lining of her raw 
vagina, raising gasps of bitter lust from him to match the moans of pain, 
degradation, guilt and misery from her own contorted lips. 

The tender walls of her womanhood felt as if they were ablaze, her whole 
womb and belly being gutted and destroyed by the inferno of his hate-filled 
lust. Oh, dear God ... it was too much ... too much! She wished she could 
die! There was nothing left ... ! 

Suddenly, he was ripping at the front of her dress, clawing at her bra until 
his hands found her soft, white breasts, and he began to maul her like an 
animal. His nails ground into her supple flesh and raked at the tiny erect 
buds of her nipples fiendishly. He squeezed harder and harder and she knew, 
even through her agony, she'd be a mass of purple and black bruises as her 
chest constricted from the pain... 

It happened then, in the very midst of what she had thought was a never 
ending nightmare that would live with her forever. She saw the tears 
streaming freely down his sensitive face, his lips drawn back baring his 
teeth in a grimace of mental anguish. He was crying! He stopped fucking into 
her and she felt his hot tears dripping onto her exposed breasts... 

"Jesus Christ! What am I doing?" he blurted at her, shaking his head as if 
in sheer disbelief. He didn't see her, even though he gaped down at her. 

She lay beneath him unmoving, momentarily welcoming the respite in his 
savage rape of her aching body. Her mouth opened and closed as little gasps 
of breath gulped from her tortured lungs. His tears continued to wet her 
breasts hotly and she saw his chest convulse with a sob. At that moment, 
something lumped up into her own throat to choke her as her whole being 
seemed to overflow with pity, love and understanding of him; she reached 
upward for him, pulling him down tightly upon her. 

"My darling, my darling!" she moaned, covering his slender, handsome face 
with wet, warm, sobbing kisses. "Oh Phillip ... what have we done to each 
other...? " 

For a brief moment, he lay as if stunned, succumbing to her words and 
caresses of love, then, with a jerk, he freed himself from her arms and 
raised up over her again. He gaped down at her, his hardened rod of flesh 
still lewdly connecting them together. 

"You bitch! You dirty filthy bitch of a whore!" He shook his head wildly, 
hatefully, his mouth spread in a bloodless leer of vicious hatred. "You 
don't understand, do you? You can't realize how a man could feel that he's 
lowering himself by stooping to animalism ... by stooping to your level! 
It's hard for you to understand that I think of you as dirt, isn't it?" 

"Oh Phillip..." 

"Isn't it, bitch?" he spat at her. "You pig! You slut! You rotten 
cunt-whore! You make me sick to my stomach. . . but I'm going to finish ... 
I'm going to shoot my load of hate as deep as I can into that hole of yours 
and hope to God you're knocked up ... Because then, my kid could grow up and 
learn to hate you as much as I do!" 

"Oh God, Phillip darling, stop it ... stop it!" she begged, her own tears 
dribbling down her soft cheeks. "You don't know what you're saying..." 

"Don't I? Bitch! Whore! Cunt! Slut!" he half screamed, beginning to fuck 
into her once more like a demented fiend. 

"Agggghhhh ... oooohhhh ... pleeeaaassseee ... oooohhhh!" Dianne cried out 
as suddenly he used brute force to ram her legs back over her head and 
pounded his fury-incited long, thick cock into the already ravaged depths of 
her vagina. 

She screamed and screamed as he continued to ram into her, breaking beyond 
all reasonable barriers, the swollen head of his prick pummeling and mashing 
her every intricate part. She begged and pleaded, wept as might a ravished 
child at the insane force and cruelness of his inhuman attack. Oh God, how 
he hated her! How he hated her! 

He came then ... with a sudden wet, hot relief that was almost too much for 
him to shoulder. He shot into her, into the very depths of her belly, 
knowing the clam-like mouth of her womb was open to him ... shot into her in 
shattering long jets of hot, white sperm that spewed, and squirted and 
squirted, emptying all of the pent-up bitter hate of months in one great 
overwhelming release that Dianne could do nothing to avert ... and she lay 
beneath him helpless, filled with shame, guilt and remorse, degraded, 
humiliated ... destroyed. . . absorbing deep in her belly the life-giving 
liquid of this boy she had loved so much deep in the core of her battered 
and bruised body. 

When it was done, he immediately kneeled back from her. Slowly, she let her 
legs down on either side of him. He stood, gaping down at her in the 
half-light as he straightened himself, finally zipping his trousers. 

"It's done," he said coldly. "A ... a kind of vendetta fulfilled. Now, I 
don't give a godamn. Die if you want to, bitch. My debt has been taken care 
of." 

"Ph-Phillip ... oh Phillip ... please listen..." Dianne heard her own feeble 
voice and could hardly believe it. She raised to her elbows and saw her 
splayed legs, her naked breasts ... the obscenity of herself. Again, tears 
gushed down her cheeks. "Ph-Phillip, please listen to me..." 

"Get up, pig. Now, I'll take you to the Coleman Mansion but don't speak to 
me again. Just get up and do whatever you have to do. I'll be in the car 
waiting. You've got five-minutes." 

He bent down and pulled the blanket from beneath her and she watched him 
walking away folding it. Then, slowly she got to her knees, the agony of her 
assaulted loins sending electrifying spasm of pain through her. Her vision 
was still blurred from her wet eyes as she tried to adjust her appearance, 
and as she stood, she felt her inner-thighs saturated wetly from the still 
warm drenching of his curse-filled semen that was seeping slowly down her 
legs from between the inflamed lips of her vagina. 

For one brief moment, she lowered her head and prayed; then, she 
straightened, chin high, and walked to his car. 

Oh well, she thought miserably, there was always tomorrow. 

 CHAPTER 12 

The celebration following Mark Coleman's election took place at the 
country-estate of Judge Julian Reed. It was well underway at one-o'clock in 
the morning when Dianne arrived with her husband and the Faros, immediately 
after the opposition's announcement of concession. The sprawling, 
two-storied temple of luxury was filled with chosen political dignitaries, 
their wives and women, along with selected couples from the country club set 
... all Mark Coleman supporters and Judge Reed serfs. 

Dianne couldn't help but smile inwardly as she observed the gathered clan of 
insidious politicos, and professional leeches; a more lecherous 
conglomeration of males hadn't been assembled since the days of Nero, she 
mused, nor was one apt to find a more promiscuous group of eager, 
anticipating females than the mates accompanying them. Her own eyes blurred 
from the excess of liquor she had consumed throughout the long tiresome 
evening, still her wits were keen enough to see that the swapping process 
was progressing nicely, with couples slipping off toward the second floor at 
an ever increasing rate, along with some rare and stimulating performances 
taking place in darkened corners, nooks and crannies ... wherever one might 
turn. Soft music composed the background, accompanied by an ample supply of 
absinthe and Pernod. Couples danced ... rather, remained on their feet in a 
dry-run semblance of the sex-act they were working up to. It was a 
celebration all right, she decided, but Mark's victory was not the reason 
for it, merely the excuse ... if such was necessary. 

Following their entrance and the brief congratulatory well-wishes of the 
more experienced sycophants, Dianne saw the "kingmaker" rolling his 
wheelchair toward them. The sudden shock of the repugnant sight caused her 
to momentarily freeze and stare. His tremendous obesity was unbelievable. 
She was aware that because of it, he had taken to a wheelchair to make 
himself more mobile, that he suffered no crippling of limbs ... simply that 
walking was too much of an effort with his vast bulk, but she'd had no idea 
of the enormity of his massive body. It near-nauseated her, still, she 
managed a smile when he said: 

"And you must be the delightful creature I've heard so much about." He 
grinned with a small, baby-like mouth set in the middle of what seemed an 
acre of fat. Multiple chins hung below it. Tiny, wet, blue-eyes on either 
side of a button-nose raked her body lasciviously and a little pointed 
tongue popped out to lick at the red, wormish lips. His hair, straight and 
sparse, was jet-black, his flesh pink-hued; he looked thirtyish rather than 
a man in his mid-fifties. 

Dianne swallowed tightly and heard Mark introduce her. With an effort, she 
responded to his compliments, remained stark still while he continued to 
ogle her, then, let off a little inward sigh as he acknowledged the others 
and moved into political conversation with the new young senator. Abruptly, 
it was done, the Judge suddenly wheeling about and disappearing through a 
doorway, leaving them. 

"I-I had no idea," Dianne said, looking at Tonya Faro. 

"Handsome, isn't he?" Tonya commented, smiling. "You must get to know him 
better, dear ... and I'm sure you will." 

Mark cleared his throat nervously, and Dianne watched the nasty glare he 
tossed in Tonya's direction. She hadn't quite caught the meaning of the 
attractive, dark-eyed woman's words, but frankly, it mattered little to her 
anyway. Nothing much in the last few days ... since the horrible episode 
with Phillip, had moved her. She had emerged from that, heartbroken at 
first, then bitter, and finally more resolved than ever. The Dianne Coleman 
who stood amidst these cruel, greedy, licentious people, she knew, was now 
as cold, as calculating and determined as any one of them ... and soon 
they'd know too. But right now, she was more concerned with keeping the 
semi-stupefying alcohol glow alive inside her. During the past week she had 
drunk more than ever before in her life, knowing that it was not an answer, 
merely a tranquilizer, but it had helped her from completely shattering 
after Phillip's brutal raping of her soft young body. 

"Well, are we going to have a drink, or are we just going to stand here 
throwing dirty-looks around?" she said, abruptly walking around them toward 
the small self-service bar. 

Mark caught up to her and took her arm. "Don't you think you've had enough?" 
he said, a touch of concern in his voice and expression. 

Dianne returned his gaze, not quite contemptuously. She smiled. His growing 
attention and seeming regard for her welfare of late, amused her. 

"I beg your pardon, Senator," she said. "But I thought this was a victory 
celebration ... a party of some such nature..." 

"Come along, Dear," A.C. Faro interrupted. "I'll fix you a drink." 

Dianne slipped her arm through the handsome Commissioner's, gave him a warm 
smile as she saw the look of anger blanch from her husband's face. 

"And you can pour me one of those nice Pernods, Darling," said Tonya 
wrapping a naked arm about Mark's waist. "Then, I have some other plans for 
you and me, involving, shall we say, the ardent pursuits of amour..." 

* * * 

Mark had reached one of his unpredictable, liquor-sodden moods in a matter 
of an hour's time, openly kissing and running his hands over a most 
receptive Tonya Faro. Dianne had purposely retired to the lap of A.C. in a 
partially secluded corner arm-chair where she could watch and be watched by 
her husband. She, too, was playing little kissing and hand games with the 
handsome Commissioner, but her enthusiasm was pretended, projected solely 
for the purpose of torturing her husband ... if such it was, for to hurt him 
and keep hurting him as deeply as he had hurt her had become a monomania 
with her. Not that that alone was going to satisfy her ... indeed no, it 
wasn't. There was much, yet, to come! 

The sweet, licorice taste and effect of the multiple absinthes she had drunk 
spurred her on and helped loosen her morals enough so that she stopped the 
infernal blushing as A.C. caressed and stroked her breasts, ran his strong, 
large hands down her side and over her rounded hip and buttock to her thigh, 
smoothing with warm, arousing strokes that Mark couldn't miss seeing. 
However, she hadn't expected that his massaging and stroking would awaken 
the little prurient sensations in her ... that was contrary to her purpose 
... but they did. She found herself responding more intently to his kisses, 
his tongue slipping between her lips into her mouth and she shifted on his 
lap, squirming her buttocks down against his leg nervously, feeling his 
strong thigh muscle brush electrically against the soft swelling of her 
vulva. She jumped at the contact and the more unexpected shock it brought, 
her breath quickening. 

Faro sensed the sudden excitement surging through her and made his kisses 
more fervent, increasing the urgency of his caresses. He felt his prick leap 
beneath her thigh and her responsive little pressure against it. 

The presence of Mark and Tonya Faro in another chair somewhere near them, 
drifted for a moment from Dianne's fogged mind. The heat and excitement of 
their own actions was, contrary to her plans, begging to stimulate her 
hotly. She couldn't resist squirming down against his thigh again, feeling 
the hardened sinews of his leg push dress and panties into her slightly 
moistened crevice; she rubbed herself gently upon it, working the lips of 
her vagina open slightly against the hard flesh. Her body rocked on it in 
almost indiscernible rhythm while his rigid, jerking member responded in 
tempo against her thigh. She could feel the wetness spreading further 
between her thighs and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with 
his leg; its hardness and her motion causing her panties to rub tauntingly 
upon her tiny, rising clitoris. 

It was then that she shifted once more and turned enough to see that Mark 
and Tonya were no place to be seen. She sat up quickly. 

"Where did they go?" 

"Upstairs probably to find a stall," A.C. said smiling, his hand 
continuously kneading the firm, voluptuous protuberance of her right full 
breast, tweaking its erect throbbing nipple and sending a rich little 
shudder through her. 

Dianne jumped off his lap. She grabbed his hand. "Come on. I want to find 
them and watch this. I want to see the whole damned show," she said, an 
unexplainable and exciting desire to play voyeur filling her. 

Her glazed hazel-eyes sparkled with a tempest of flushed eagerness that 
stimulated A.C. Faro even more so. He got to his feet and led her off toward 
the stairway. 

"That shouldn't be hard," he said. "The good Judge has a game-room with a 
row of Plexiglas, sound-proof, walled cubicles, each equipped with a bed. 
Little masks are available for those who want to wear them, but that's all. 
It's a unique set-up, and of course you can watch your neighbors on either 
side." 

"My God ... I never heard of such a thing," Dianne gasped, the salacious 
idea seeming to incite her even more. "Are they lighted?" 

"Oh yes ... you see, the Judge-likes to watch," A.C. informed her, grinning 
lewdly. "He has a private corridor with a door that leads into each cubicle, 
but he usually watches through the door's peek-hole." 

"My God! Dianne gasped again, her excitement rising at the lewd scenes 
flooding her mind. "Hurry. I don't want to miss a thing." 

The evil fascination of the impending show between Mark and Tonya and others 
hotly piqued her liquor-aroused salacity. She almost ran up the stairs and 
along the hallway, then A.C. opened the door and she saw the large, long 
room, just as he'd described it; but it was almost impossible to comprehend 
with the lewd and obscene acts that were taking place in the occupied booths 
almost whichever way she turned. 

Never in her most wild lustful fantasies had she ever imagined such a 
bacchanal circus! Naked bodies, mostly couples, but sometimes in trios and 
foursomes were involved in sexual action in every conceivable approach and 
combination ! There were no masks being worn, nor sounds except for soft 
music that filled the long room, and Dianne suddenly had the feeling she was 
watching a series of silent stag movies. She saw many faces she recognized 
from the club and each time an identification would jar her to the heels. 

"Look there," A.C. said suddenly, pointing to a familiar trio as they walked 
along the narrow aisle observing the lascivious acrobatics in each 
sound-proofed room. "Doc and Betty Rhodes making a threesome with Byron 
Acker." 

"My God!" Dianne exclaimed, the sight of their three naked bodies stacked on 
top of one another with the Doctor's wife sandwiched in between sending wild 
fermentations of lust shooting through her. 

"Byron's fucking Betty in the cunt while the Doc sodomizes the Councilman," 
A.C. chuckled. "That's one thing about doctors, Baby ... never expose your 
ass to them." 

Dianne stood close to the glass with A.C. tight against her, his arms around 
her waist, his hands massaging and tweaking the nipples of her throbbing 
breasts beneath her dress while the hardness of his cock insinuated itself 
tightly into the crevice of her full, round buttocks. She felt agitating 
throbs pulsing in the tiny bud of her clitoris and she bit her lower lip 
tightly to hold back the growing sensations building between her legs. 

"Come on ... I want to find Mark," she panted excitedly. 

"And I want to fuck you," A.C. hissed into her ear. 

"We've ... we've got to find them first, and ... and then you can," she 
insisted. "Come on..." 

They did find them, several stalls beyond, and the one next to them was 
empty. They went inside, closing the door and A.C. began to immediately 
undress her while she watched fascinated at Mark's licking and sucking of 
Tonya's wide open loins. Tonya lay on her back, her legs jacked back and 
spread wide, her hands wound tightly in his hair. Mark had worked her up to 
a fevered pitch and Tonya's mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture ... her 
glassy, great dark-eyes staring off into nothingness. Mark raised his head 
up and grinned at his prey, not yet seeing Dianne who was shivering beneath 
the gentle teasing hands of A.C. undressing her. She felt those hands slip 
beneath her now naked, vibrant breasts and lift them, one in each hand as if 
weighing them, then taunt the protruding button-hard nipples as he pressed 
his long thick cock into the crevice of her panty covered buttocks. 

Momentarily, Mark's face hung but inches above Tonya's soft pubic mound 
below. His hands were pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her stomach 
and his thumbs lay against the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips. Dianne 
sucked in her stomach with a gasp as his thumbs massaged a moment, then 
pulled outward slowly, parting the soft pubic hair and exposing the moist 
red slit of Tonya's vulva. The dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly 
visible, throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of 
her vagina. Simultaneously, Dianne felt A.C. kneel down behind her and his 
soft wet tongue slip hotly into the crevice of her now naked buttocks, just 
as he had done that first time, and a violent shudder rippled over the soft 
supple flesh of her body. 

On the other side of the glass partition, Mark's head dropped, his long wet 
tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the quivering little nub of raw 
nerves at the top of Tonya's thin hair-lined cuntal slit. Her body jerked 
wildly at the electric contact and Dianne's mouth gaped limply open in 
disbelief as she watched her naked torso twisting lustfully to the depraved 
sucking Mark was submitting her to. 

Oddly enough, she realized, there was absolutely no feeling of hatred or 
bitterness at the sight of her husband performing such a vile, obscene act 
on another woman ... no emotion whatever, except that of lewd voyeurism, and 
that was what she wanted to know ... to be certain of ... and now she was. 

Suddenly, A. C. was pushing her back from the glass and getting in front of 
her on his knees. He slipped his hands between her legs, gently spreading 
her hot receptive thighs. She felt his wet lips pressing tightly into the 
nude flesh of her belly, the sudden contact sending a chill racing the 
length of her spine and she automatically reached forward, locking her hands 
in his hair as he dropped his lips to the gently throbbing mound of her sex, 
spreading the soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue 
lizard-like into the now wet, flowering slit of her vagina. 

Dianne jumped and gasped from the sudden shocking contact with the tiny bud 
of her clitoris. 

"Ooohhh," she moaned. "Yes, yessss ... lick it, Darling! Lick my cunt for me 
while I watch my husband doing it to your wife!" 

Her own body began a rhythmic swaying motion against A.C.'s hungry oral 
ministrations at her cunt while she watched that of Tonya squirming in lewd 
surrender to the nerve-shattering slavering of Mark's tongue, lips and mouth 
glued leech-like to her open pussy. The whole erotic happening was 
immediately almost more than she could bear. The furiously wild 
fermentations saturating her loins and belly caused her to release her grip 
in A.C.'s hair and clutch at her throbbing breasts. Already the pressure of 
climax was mounting in her belly, and then she felt A.C.'s long thick finger 
slip up into her vagina, its tip flickering at the mouth of her womb as his 
tongue and lips laved at the plexus of her clitoris in a hot liquid 
envelopment of bliss. 

My God, she would cum in an another second if he kept this up! She had never 
been this hot in her life! Her whole being seemed alive with ecstatic 
sensations of rapture. Oh God, she'd never get enough this night and she 
knew it! She closed her eyes and rolled back her head, throwing it from side 
to side and causing her long blonde hair to flail wildly, her firm large 
breasts swaying with the motion as she entwined her finger once more in 
A.C.'s hair to keep her equilibrium. 

Then, when she re-opened them, her mouth fell open in loose amazement as she 
watched Tonya squirm frantically from beneath her husband's mouth, twist 
herself over to a kneeling position and back her full round buttocks toward 
him as he, too, lurched upward to his knees. 

Dianne watched in half stupefied amazement as they positioned themselves, 
still unmindful of any audience, Tonya with her face on the pillow and her 
soft round buttocks thrust back openly with wide-spread thighs toward Mark's 
jerking, rock-hard prick. Greedily, she reached behind her while Dianne 
watched, clasping the rigid shaft and bringing it into the cleft between the 
white round cheeks of her ass. 

"My God!" Dianne gasped, watching the other woman place the swollen, 
blood-filled head tight against the small dark entrance of her puckered 
anus. And she continued to gape while the mounting pressure in her own loins 
expanded toward a pinpoint of blazing fire that seemed to be generating in 
tiny fulgurations from the aching tips of her breasts. 

Dianne couldn't contain the moans and gasps that. A.C.'s fluid tongue and 
thick plunging finger were causing to erupt from deep inside her. To cum, 
she thought ... to cum standing up and watching her own despised husband 
fuck into the ass of another woman was too much! Her legs began to quiver, 
the full round suppleness of hidden muscles in her upper thighs and buttocks 
trembling with galvanic sensations pressuring there: he would die with the 
bliss of it! 

Then, she saw it ... Mark's long, thick cock plunge into Tonya's tiny anal 
passage ... inches at a time, while the helpless girl's small hands clutched 
insanely at the pillow, even as she grunted and skewered her beautifully 
rounded buttocks back onto Mark's long, fleshy rod ... and as he thrust into 
her, she lurched backward at him, until rhythm was established. 
Unbelievably, Diane watched Tonya's mouth gasp in distressed joy, saw her 
hand move down between her thighs to her cunt lips and begin to manipulate 
her own vaginal slit while Mark sawed brutally and beautifully into her back 
passage, his head tossed back, his teeth bared. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh!" Dianne blurted, A.C.'s unceasing lovemaking 
undeniable. The pinpoint in her loins had been reached. She was about to 
burst. She grunted, then managed: "I want that! I want ... fucked in the 
ass-hole! Oooooh, I want it, Darling! Next! Next! Oh my God! I'm going to 
cum! Darling ... I'm going to cum! Suck my cunt ... yessssssssssss!" 

It was as if she had been struck across the small of the back with a 
tremendous blow. Wild and unbelievable sensations of rapture ground through 
her loins, filling her belly and breasts. The room swam and her knees, 
jelled. She felt herself being propelled backwards even as the insane 
ecstasy continued as she floated through air, something soft and bouncy 
catching her, then, A.C.'s mouth and tongue were there to lick and suck at 
her wildly spewing cunt, and momentarily, she wondered if she were losing 
her mind ... moving onto another plane in this corporeal realm of existence. 
Her legs jerked out on either side of his head, the furious pleasure 
continuing to permeate her whole soft, sensitive body, and again she 
clutched at her breasts while rhythms of incessant, passionable release 
splurged through every muscle, nerve and cell of her being. 

My God almighty, I'm in heaven! 

She lay prostrate for a long time, staring up at the glassed ceiling 
unseeingly. Eventually, the earth steadied. She raised her head to see him 
down between her thighs, kissing ... tenderly caressing the seething split 
in her crotch with his tongue and lips ... knowing how so as not to torment 
her ... soothing, making it all believable ecstasy. Her hands found his hair 
and gently ran through it. Her body quaked; his tongue tip brushed her 
clitoris in a second spasm and she felt desire ripple through her once more 
... yet. 

Oh God, she thought, would she even get enough of such bliss? She rolled her 
head and saw Tonya with Mark still mounting her, pounding feverishly into 
her bottom while she pummeled at her own cunt with her fingers. Dianne 
raised her head to watch more ardently and could see the little ridges of 
inflamed pink flesh extracted with every out-stroke of her husband's thick 
member, only to disappear as he thrust forward savagely burying his whole 
cock up her rectum until his balls smacked hard down against her wide-spread 
cuntal slit. 

Just the thought of the erotic, forbidden pleasure she must be enjoying was 
enough to re-stimulate Dianne. The very idea of having a man's huge prick 
thrust to its utmost depths in her back passage sent new prurient sensations 
of excitement spiraling through her. Her sensual craving was still a long 
way from being fulfilled. Perhaps she had drunk to much, or maybe it was 
what she drank ... she didn't know ... didn't care ... only that desire 
still raged inside her. 

Suddenly, and gently, she pressed A.C.'s face away from between her thighs, 
withdrew her legs and turned, getting to her knees. She remembered vaguely 
how Tonya had done it, lowering her face to the pillow, spreading her thighs 
as widely as she could and pushing her smooth, white buttocks back toward 
him. She felt the pressure on the bed behind her as A.C. moved between her 
legs, hot against her thighs ... and then, the sudden sensations of his 
massive organ between them. 

Momentarily, her breath caught in her belly and she reached back to grasp 
the forgotten size of the brutal staff. Her breath eased out of her in gasps 
as she half-encircled its thickness ... but committed, not stopping. Slowly 
she drew the blood-engorged head upward between the wet lips of her vulva 
... then, a second time, almost hesitantly, finally raising it to where its 
tip pressed against the tiny cringing orifice of her rectum. 

At its intimate touch, a sensation of excitement rippled over her. She left 
it there, drawing away her hand and stared at the erotic face of Tonya in 
the next stall absorbing all of Mark that way. The mere sight was sufficient 
to make her press her buttocks back toward A.C.'s massive cudgel. She wanted 
it this way! She did! She did! The pleasure on Tonya's face more than 
inspired her ... it made her covetous. 

"Now, A.C.! Fuck me there, now! In my ass ... and if I cry out don't pay any 
attention, you hear ? Just fuck me there!" 

He wet her back passage more with spittle. Then, he eased one finger in 
while his other moved down and between the lips of her cunt to massage her 
clitoris enticingly. 

It was more than she had ever imagined. The penetration in her rear channel 
excited her to no end ... and then, came a second finger, at first somewhat 
painfully, but in her determination she threw her ass back at it feeling the 
excitement grow within her. 

"Now, Darling, now! Fuck me there with your cock! I want it! I need it, my 
Darling...! " she hissed back at him, her eyes trained on her husband's 
soaring member smashing into Tonya's receptive anus, the thought of the 
rapture she must be enjoying driving Dianne wild with anticipation. 

Then ... it came! The finger withdrawn and the pressure of his prick working 
against the exceedingly tightened aperture of her tiny pink anus. She gasped 
aloud as the turgid head shot forward, expanding the sphinctered mouth 
beyond reason. She felt it pushing into her ... the almost audible snap of 
the protective entrance as it dipped over and closed behind the coronal rim 
of the head of his prick and she screamed. 

"No! No! No! Stop! My God! Jesus, I can't stand it! You're killing me...! 
Take it out! Take it out!" 

But he didn't. Instead, he continued to move into her as gently as he could, 
unheeding of her pleas, clutching tightly at her upper thighs and pulling 
her beautiful round white buttocks back toward him onto his throbbing prick, 
sadistic pleasure rapidly building inside him as he watched the slow 
penetration of his long, thick cock slipping inch by inch into her 
helplessly exposed rectum. 

"Oh my God!" Oh my God! You can't! You can't! Take it out! Please, A.C. take 
it out, I beg you!" she pleaded. 

Now, he eased back, using an in and out motion several times that seemed to 
let her release a breath, then, he moved forward again feeling her rectal 
muscles tighten as might the width of a male-hand about his prick. Still, he 
moved into her while she cried back at him, twisting and grinding the pillow 
into little spirals of foam simultaneously. She was in agony all right ... 
and maybe that was where she belonged, he thought. 

His loins ached for release. His prick was as hard as a railroad tie, and 
his balls throbbed with the sperm bloating them. This woman crouched before 
him with her magnificent ass thrust upward into his face was a bitch ... 
maybe not born that way, but a bitch nevertheless ... and she deserved 
everything he was going to give her. No mercy! No respite! Christ, she was 
voluptuously breathtaking! But dangerous too ... He didn't know how ... only 
that she was. 

"Scream, Baby," he blurted down to her all of a sudden, the first words he'd 
uttered since sending his prick up her ass. "Go ahead ... scream! Because 
I've only got it halfway in, and you're going to take it all ... Then, I'm 
going to fuck you there ... maybe for an hour ... maybe two ... until I blow 
every drop of jizz from my guts!" 

"Oh ... Oh ... oh, my God!" Dianne exclaimed wildly as the thick, never 
ending rod moved into her back passage. She must have been out of her mind! 
Faro's wife was a fiend! Maybe she liked pain ... torture. My God, hadn't 
she heard of those people too? 

A.C. could stand it no longer. His cock ached with its need for release. He 
spread his knees, driving her legs outward even more and hearing the gasp 
come from her tortured lips. A ripple of pleasure moved over him at the 
sound. He pressed tight to her, then, drove forward mercilessly, his wide, 
lengthy prick moving right up her warm, dark rectal passage until his balls 
slapped and swung down against the gaping split of her vulva. 

Dianne screamed, nausea almost overwhelming her as the head of his organ 
tousled her entrails ... and then, he was withdrawing and soaring the full 
length into her, his pelvis smashing against and flattening the soft 
whiteness of her buttocks, his balls thwacking into the split of her cunt in 
a steady cadence that was numbing her belly and ripping her back passage 
wide open. 

It was then that the big door on the far wall opened and she saw Judge 
Julian Reed wheel his chair into the room. He wore no covering over the 
lower half of his huge body. She rose to her elbows to gape at him even as 
A.C. soared his mighty prick relentlessly into her wide-stretched rectum ... 
but the agonizing plunder of her rear channel was nothing compared to the 
visual horror of this monster's exposed body; she was certain she was going 
to vomit. 

 CHAPTER 13 

Contrary to the pinkish cast to his facial flesh the mountain of amorphous 
rolling flab that composed the Judge's exposed stomach and lower extremities 
was a fish-belly, gray, an abominable spectacle causing total revulsion to 
overwhelm Dianne. She could see no part of his genitals although he was 
naked there; they were completely hidden somewhere amidst the multiple 
billows of puttyish fat. 

She gaped at him open-mouthed as he paused several feet from the bed 
grinning at her licentiously, his small beady eyes raking her naked body 
that A.C. was pummeling mercilessly from behind, his huge penis surging 
right up into her rectum, solid and very painful, but now better because 
there was no more for her to absorb there. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Ooooh God!" she gasped, fighting to keep the tears of 
pain from gushing to her eyes. She'd had no idea it would hurt like this. It 
felt like an enormous, splintered log, shredding the soft raw skin of her 
passage. 

"Christ, it's tight ... tight ... tight!" A.C. blurted. 

He grunted and groaned and rammed into her with long, powerful strokes, 
continually pounding the whole length of it far up into her. She heard him 
gasping and mouthing obscenities, and she heard the heavy breathing of Judge 
Reed who watched with wild lust-filled eyes, his small tongue licking at his 
red worm-like lips. 

Gradually the pain eased a little, though it was still a blend of 
uncomfortable hurt and stimulation; yet, she found herself moving backward 
to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and swinging her 
buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the flexing 
throb of her rectum on the out-stroke. 

A.C. began to gasp and croon with delight as he sawed rhythmically and 
sadistically up into the soft confines of her ass. He watched from above, 
the reddish pink skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his prick and 
felt the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks before him. 

"Fuck her, A.C.! " Judge Reed leered excitedly. "Hard! Hard! Pound it into 
the little bitch, damn it! Pound it, you hear?" 

Dianne groaned and Faro plunged into her with increased vigor. He knew now 
that she was gone, that her back passage had acclimated itself to his blunt 
intrusion, that he could do whatever in hell he wished and she'd accept it. 
She was a slave kneeling before him, prepared to follow his every wish and 
command; there was no resistance left in this girl impaled like a skewered 
pig on his cock. He'd hammer it to her now, damn her, as she'd never had it 
before, and she'd loved it ... she was loving it, the beautiful bitch! 

He watched the movements of her buttocks and the aching hollows of her back 
as she worked and ground back onto him like a street slut, her long blonde 
hair falling over her face and around her neck and back while she squirmed 
lewdly before him. 

To Dianne the pain had become weirdly pleasurable. It was as if her mind had 
lapsed into an erotic coma and she was hardly aware of anything around her 
but the thrusting cock sodomizing her defenseless rectum, filling her with 
sensations of masochistic joy. If she saw the Judge manipulating his 
mechanical chair so that the back lowered, then lifting his massive legs 
onto the bed and moving forward, it didn't register in her brain. And she 
made no effort to struggle against Faro who was turning her around bodily, 
so that she was still on her knees with him tight behind her, but they were 
now crossways of the bed with Dianne imprisoned between the huge columns of 
fat that were the Judge's legs. 

Then, it dawned, as she gazed down at the blimpish ponderosity of flesh and 
saw the thick, stubby shaft that was his prick straining up at her from 
between his wide-spread legs, its purplish head half protruding from the 
reddish, circumcised foreskin, the sudden smell of his sweat coated body 
stinging her nostrils. The filthy gargoyle wanted her to ... to take him in 
her mouth. 

"Oh God, no!" she gasped. 

"Suck it!" the Judge snarled, lying almost prostrate on his back, lifting 
the vast bulk of his stomach back with both hands to give her greater access 
to his near smothered loins. 

"Oh God, no!" Dianne moaned again. She had never done that to any man, let 
alone this inhuman freak! 

Suddenly, she felt A.C. laying his heavy weight over her, pressing her head 
downward and grasping her hands to push them back between her thighs. 

"Hold my balls and suck him!" Faro ordered. 

"I can't, I can't!" she moaned, but then Judge Reed had her by the hair and 
was drawing her down cruelly toward the short jerking rod, forcing the large 
bulbous head against the moist softness of her lipstick lined lips. 

She tried to resist, the repugnant odor nearly sickening her, but the hand 
wound in her hair was the deciding factor. When he twisted, she opened her 
mouth to scream and his cock shot upward and into the warm moist cavern 
almost to her throat. She felt it on her tongue, pungent and foul tasting as 
he smelled, a blunt, hot thigh tearing her attention in brief spasms from 
the continuous piercing of her rectum, sliding in and out of her lips, never 
quite withdrawing, always leaving an inch or two within the warm wet shelter 
of her mouth. She closed her eyes. Saliva filled her mouth as he held to her 
head and worked it up and down the thick short fleshy shaft of his prick. 
Once or twice she coughed and spluttered, but then she grew accustomed to 
the chocking entry and let it move in and out as he bobbed her head with 
increasing fury, ramming at a faster pace than the Commissioner's burrowing 
into her back channel. 

Behind her, A.C, his eyes bulging wide at the sight of the Judge's fat, 
stubby cock soaring upward wetly between Dianne's tender, open lips, began a 
desperate, wild thrusting into the expanded hole in the wide split crevice 
of her, once more, salaciously moving buttocks. 

Again, she found herself moving backwards to meet the forward thrust of his 
loins. She repeated her undulating movements, rotating her buttocks in tiny 
circles as she sucked at the Judge's rock-hard cock. Subconsciously, she 
raised her hands still extended down between her legs and scratched at 
Faro's swinging balls gently, wishing she could turn her face just so that 
he could see the effect he was having on her. 

She felt the spongy head of the Judge's cock continue to rub the full 
distance of her tongue, almost imbedding itself deep in her throat, the 
sharp, racy taste and odor now causing her nostrils to flare slightly as her 
mouth salivated and she began a hungry nibbling action with her teeth, 
gentle but firm, her tongue beginning to swirl lasciviously around the small 
fleshy ridge separating its length from the pulsating head. She could feel 
the moist, lubricated tip brushing tantalizingly against her tongue, and she 
began to think of the moment when the glans in her mouth, slippery from her 
own saliva, along with the massive prick thundering into her ravished anus, 
would erupt inside her and fill her as she had never been filled before with 
their hot, lewd sperm. 

"Damn! Damn!" the Judge rasped, his elephantine bulk rippling and jiggling 
like a great mass of queasy gelatin. "Suck it, girl! Tighten your lips! Suck 
harder! Suck harder, damn you!" 

Dianne responded, feeling at the same time the lust-filled excitement 
mounting again inside her at the vile, debasing thought of her mouth being 
used this way by such a foul creature. She hoped Mark was watching! God, how 
she hoped he could see it all! She sucked demon-like, pumping her own head 
up and down the fat, throbbing rod, swishing her tongue with vengeance 
around and around the jerking head sliding in and out of her tightly ovaled 
lips, the helpless, degrading, masochistic joy of being used like a filthy 
tramp, saturating her whole being with tingling, submissive, mewling sounds 
that came from her lips locked tightly around his thrusting cock. Soon, he 
was going to spew his despicable white sperm into her until it dripped from 
the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that were 
unmatchable in this human existence, while A.C. filled her rectum from 
behind with the hot jetting sperm of his orgasm. 

Oh God, if only they'll both cum together! 

* * * 

Mark Coleman's cock felt as if it had been rolled in ground glass, its 
narrow passage ramrodded with it. His loins ached, but not for release ... 
rather from strain. He'd lost count of the time he'd cum in this insatiable 
pig's cunt and back passage, and the orgasms she'd squealed out to saturate 
his dripping crotch. She was some kind of nightmare ... he didn't know what 
... a witch, perhaps... 

"In my cunt now!" she wailed back at him from her all-fours position, 
waggling her white round buttocks wildly back at him. 

He did, roaring his stone-hard, agonized organ up her unresisting, salacious 
hole with the force of a pile-driver, the numbed head battering her cervix 
and causing her to grunt from the brutal pain-pleasure she was deriving from 
his sadistic ravishment of her genitals. 

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh!" she choked at his vicious pummeling of her vagina. 
"I-I've got to ... to cum again! I've got to! Fuck harder, damn you! In my 
ass now! Quick ... in my ass!" 

He complied, his pelvis smacking loudly against the softness of her twin 
white buttocks, his rampaging cock buried to the balls in her nearly split 
anus. He watched in a daze his raw, reddened prick disappearing all the way 
up her gyrating ass in a series of cruel strokes. Not a fraction of an inch 
remained visible as it sunk into the velvety passage, reaching far into her 
quivering belly. 

"My cunt! My cunt! Quick ... in my cunt!" she hissed again and he alternated 
once more, smashing his bruised prick into the gluttonous, insatiable 
cavity. 

Good Christ! He was being eaten alive! Devoured by this twin mouthed 
carnivorous monster masquerading as the secret, soft bewitching genitalia of 
a woman. He'd licked her cunt and unleashed a demon. Her body glistened with 
sweat before him and she was squirming and bucking back against him like a 
mad woman... 

"My ass! My ass! Shove it in my ass!" 

He did, automatically ... but at the same moment he turned his head and saw 
through the glass-wall the orgy taking place in the next stall. Something 
knotted convulsively in his belly at the depraved sight! It was the Judge 
and Faro with a girl ... the repulsive bulk of Julian Reed spread 
sickeningly with the girl on all fours over his loins, his great fat 
absorbing her as she sucked him, while Faro sodomized her voluptuous white 
body from behind, and unbelievably she seemed to be reveling in it. His 
dazed, fatigued brain made no effort to analyze the salacious spectacle, 
only observe it. The sight of the girl's long blonde hair covered head 
bobbing up and down on that vile judiciary prick seemed to incite new lust 
in him at the sadistic thought of such a luscious looking creature forced to 
degrade herself... 

Blonde hair...! Luscious! Faro...! Jesus God! It was Dianne! It had to be! 
Oh Christ! 

Mark jerked his cock out of Tonya, falling backwards and struggling to get 
off the bed. His prick wilted like a heat-softened candle. 

"What're you doing?" Tonya wailed desperately, dropping onto her side. 
"Christ, you can't stop now! I was almost there ... almost there!" she 
panted, her mouth wet and loose, her dark-eyes glazed. She plunged her hand 
down to her crotch between the lips of her quivering wet pussy in an effort 
to keep her near-climax alive. "Please, Mark! My God, I've got to cum, you 
hear...? " 

"Dianne! Look! That filthy bastard's got 

Dianne sucking him off!" he blurted, getting off the bed and stumbling 
toward the door. "The dirty, lousy bastard! Godamn him, I'll kill him!" 

Tonya caught him before he reached the door, setting her heels and holding 
tightly to him, trying to swing him around as she shouted at him. 

"Don't be a fool, Mark! Wait...! You don't realize what you're doing...! " 

"I'll kill the sonofabitch! Both of them...! " he cried, wrestling to free 
himself from her clinging hold around his neck from behind. 

"Mark! Listen to me, damn you! You go over there and break that up and 
you're finished, you understand? Judge Reed'll destroy you ... ruin your 
whole career over night!" 

"Fuck the career!" he screamed, still struggling with her. "You don't mean 
that!" she shouted back at him. "You don't mean it and you know it, Mark! 
Now, get hold of yourself before it's too late! So she's sucking him off ... 
so what? I've had to do it many times and will, undoubtedly, again ... and 
unless I miss my guess, so will she!" 

Mark shook her off, swung around and stared at her. Slowly, her shrill words 
sunk into his infuriated brain. "Oh my God..., " he hissed. 

"And just why in hell the big surprise? And why the sudden noble husband 
gestures, Mark Coleman? You've known all this right from the beginning. 
Wasn't that the reason you married her ... to help you climb your warped, 
vicious ladder?" 

He couldn't answer, only gape at her, his eyes growing moist with the tears 
of rage and shame of what he had done to her. Of course, Tonya was right. 
There wasn't one godamned thing he could do about it ... not yet, unless he 
was prepared to give up everything he had worked and planned for ... and God 
knows, he couldn't do that ... he couldn't! No matter what they did to her 
... there was nothing he could do about it ... absolutely nothing! And ... 
and ... Oh God, he loved her! He did! He realized it now ... He really and 
truly loved her! 

Tonya tried to draw him back toward the bed, but he shook her off. Instead, 
he went back to the Plexiglas wall, pressing himself masochistically against 
it until his nose was flattened like a child looking through a window, his 
arms outstretched, his spread hands tight to the cool transparent material. 

Oh my God almighty! Look at her! My own sweet, beautiful Dianne, sucking his 
foul prick like a common whore! My own love! My darling! What.. .what have I 
done to you, darling? 

Tonya was saying things to him, but he didn't listen, didn't hear. Then she 
was worming between his lower body and the glass, dropping to her knees. He 
felt her take his deflated prick into her mouth and start to suck gently 
while he lay against the partition above her, his eyes wet with his tears. 
He watched with increasing rage as Faro reached down and pulled his wife's 
soft white ass cheeks wide apart to better drive his pelvis into her tender 
yielding buttocks with his had vicious stroke. His sweating face dripped 
onto her lovely hollowing back making it glisten in the light of the 
cubicle. He wanted to scream...! 

Godamn her! She looked as if she were loving it! 

"Fuck her!" he spat aloud. "Fuck her! She's just another cunt like all the 
others, anyway! Godamn her ... I'll be damned if I'll sacrifice my future 
for a slut! Look at her...! She's loving sucking his filthy prick while Faro 
fucks her ass ... the little bitch! She's nothing but a whore ... a dirty 
slut-whore!" 

"Mmmmmmmm," Tonya hummed her agreement as she nursed his cock in the warm, 
saliva filled cavern of her mouth. 

"Suck it, you pig!" he snarled down at her, entangling his hands cruelly in 
her hair. "Get it hard and I'll fuck you blind, you little cunt! Blind, you 
hear...? " 

Tonya moaned excitedly as his cock began to thicken again in the soft, now 
slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, her delight 
building inside her at her power to bring it to life again after its 
cataclysmic collapse. This time, it would be better than ever! 

...And the tears streamed down Mark Coleman's face... 

* * * 

Dianne, completely oblivious to everything but the lewd ravishment she was 
being subjected to by two men at one time, aware only of her uncontrollable 
desire to reach that point that was building ... building madly inside her 
had no idea of what had occurred in the next stall when Mark had discovered 
her engaged in her totally depraved performance, nor was she aware of the 
gathering naked audience, both male and female in the aisle outside their 
glass wall, who were watching lustfully and with bated breath her voracious 
sucking of the Judge while Faro pummeled her near-split rectum with his 
massive cock racing furiously into her between her beautiful white, round 
buttocks. 

In the heat of her passion she was conscious only of the increased vigor of 
the thrusts into her rectum behind, and the repulsive flab crushing up 
tighter and tighter into her face. She could feel the prick that was rigidly 
poling into her mouth, begin tensing in great quaking movements and the 
hands now clutching her face grip harder. He levered upward into her mouth 
until it felt as though he were trying to force his shaft all the way down 
her throat to meet the other coming up from far back in her rectum. 
Suddenly, she was almost suffocating and piteous groans of protest burst 
from her lips around the cramming instrument, only to be muffled again as 
the sounds were shoved back down her throat by his brutal inward thrusts. He 
screamed and rammed it far into her mouth until the tiny strands of pubic 
hair sparsely covering his flat-layered loins pressed tightly against her 
nose. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... suck it hard, you bitch! Suck it! I'm cumming! I'm 
cuuummiiinnggg!" 

And abruptly her mouth was flooded with a great undamming of hot, white 
liquid that gushed uncontrollably down her desperately swallowing throat 
like a raging river of seething lava that had no end. She fought for breath 
and gulped hungrily at the thick, milky fluid wildly ejaculating from the 
jerking cock sunk deep down toward her contracting tonsils. And then, as 
suddenly as it had erupted in her mouth, the spurting, convulsing organ 
began to lose its rigidity and she could feel it slipping wetly from between 
her sucking lips. She was able to catch her breath again and ran her tongue 
around her slippery sperm-coated lips, snatching in the last of the 
remaining pungent tiny drops of semen that had trickled there from the 
corners of her mouth. 

Simultaneously, she was aware of the greater assault against her behind and 
the screaming within her belly for her own release. She screwed back against 
the driving cock wildly, little pleading mewls of passion tumbling once more 
from her freed lips. She was almost there ... almost ... almost... 

"Oh ... yes ... oh ... yes," she chanted, her hips forcing themselves back 
as the hammering cock worked demon-like in and out of the hot, vibrant flesh 
of her anal passage making her strain and grunt feverishly. She had never 
felt so completely abandoned ... such a wanton slut, and her body contorted, 
writhed and quivered as if she were trying to show herself off ... to show 
Mark and the Judge ... especially the Judge, just how lewdly wild she could 
really get. 

Behind her, she knew that A.C, too, was ready. She could hear him wheezing 
and panting, faster and faster, and he forced her thighs so wide with his 
knees that she was almost flat on the bed, but the pain didn't matter. 

Nothing else matters! Nothing! He's going to cum in me there! I'm going to 
cum...! 

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh God almighty! Now! Now! I'm cumming ... yes, 
yessssssss!" she wailed from between her tightly clenched teeth, her body 
exploding in what seemed an inexhaustible array of colorful bursting stars 
... and then she felt the first delicious waves of the hot, white liquid 
creaming into the depths of her rectum. She felt his loins jerk 
spasmodically against the flatness of her upraised buttocks while his hot 
swirling semen flooded deeply into her back passage, filling her quivering 
belly almost to the bursting point. She screamed again and again as she 
skewered back onto his spurting cock and the orgiastic fluids gushed from 
her open cunt, drenching his testicles pressed tightly against the spewing 
opening. His cum ran down the crevice between her wide-split buttocks to 
blend with her own in a single stream of thick viscous fluid ... then, he 
fell back from her and she could feel the welcome cool rush of air tickling 
against the raw, unplugged hole of her anus as she slumped forward onto the 
bed, her breasts heaving convulsively down into the mattress ... the room 
beginning to whirl before her glazed eyes. 

"She'll do..." The voice ... the Judge's voice drifted to her seemingly from 
a great distance off. ". . . Christ yes, she'll do all right ... Any woman 
who can suck a cock like that ought to have a governor for a husband..." 

"Hell, Judge ... she ought to be governor..." 

She heard them laugh, the gargoyle and his lieutenant, and then she slipped 
off very peacefully into silent oblivion. 

 CHAPTER 14 

Senator elect, Mark Coleman paced the floor of their palatial bedroom 
restlessly. It was mid-afternoon and he wore only a dressing gown over his 
nudeness. On the large bed, Dianne lay naked, one leg propped up lewdly, a 
cigarette in her hand, a glass half-filled with straight bourbon on the 
night-stand beside her. She had slept long and sound, awakening only moments 
before to find her handsome husband moving about the room uneasily. 

She had swung her feet to the floor and stood, callously, ignoring the 
propriety of a robe and walked to the cabinet where Mark kept a moderate 
liquor supply for convenience sake. He had been facing the window at the 
time, his back to her, and wheeled about at her sounds to see her voluptuous 
soft loveliness brazenly crossing the floor. His eyes fastened on the bounce 
to her round, full white buttocks and he saw the purplish bruises there and 
on her upper thighs that A.C. Faro's hands had caused only hours before. The 
sight aroused a bitter, but stimulating, little charge to churn in his 
stomach and he felt his penis give a lurch beneath his robe. 

He watched her pour liquor into a glass, light a cigarette and walk back to 
the bed to sprawl obscenely on top of it, the whole performance carried off 
as if he were not in the room. Slowly, he approached her where she lay, his 
hands shoved deep in his robe pockets, his eyes feasting on her full, well 
rounded curves, tiny ripples of desire beginning to run swiftly over the 
sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. He drank in her naked contours sprawled 
unashamedly now before him, from the high-set, round, firm breasts down over 
her flat belly to the enticingly rounded, ivory-sheened hips that led to the 
delicious sweep of long gradually tapered thighs. Between her carelessly 
spread legs he could see clearly through the soft, golden pubic hair 
covering her loins the fleshly pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly 
in the daylight flooding the room. He swallowed tightly. 

"A drink the first thing you wake up?" he said softly. "Has it come to that, 
Dianne?" 

She eyed him coldly, observing him now as if for the first time, but only 
after he had spoken to her. 

"It helps make it all tolerable," she said flatly, lifting the glass to her 
lips and consuming a portion, the liquid burning rawly in her throat and 
stomach and causing her to grimace as she swallowed. 

He bit nervously at his lower-lip and she read the frustration, pain and 
bitterness in his eyes. Something of compassion ... and maybe even love 
became suddenly evident, too, and the little gleam of desire rapidly growing 
there didn't go unnoticed. 

"Dianne, listen ... I..., " he stammered. "Oh, dammit ... I'm sorry, Baby 
... You understand? I'm sorry ... for everything." 

"Everything?" she repeated. 

"Yes. Everything I've done to you ... and let be done to you. Listen..." He 
paused, gaping at her, his eyes growing wet, his mouth trembling. "Dammit, I 
love you! I-I didn't realize how much..." He dropped onto the bed beside 
her, his face above hers and started to put his arm over her, but she 
stopped him. 

"And ... when did you first notice this great surge of love, Mark?" She 
spoke bitingly up into his face. "Was it when you saw A.C. fucking me like a 
bitch dog in the ass? Or when I was sucking off the Judge...? " 

"Shut up!" Mark spat, recoiling as if she had struck him across the face. He 
was on his feet again, his mouth stretching into a bloodless slash. "There 
was nothing I could do ... don't you understand ? I had to agree ... 
otherwise, I didn't stand a chance in this election. Everything I worked and 
planned for would've been lost..." Then, his expression softened once more, 
and he said: "But now it's over with. Mark Coleman's going to move into the 
driver's seat, Baby ... I'm going to finish Judge Reed's hold on this 
country." He grinned wryly. "You're looking at the new kingmaker, 
Sweetheart, and you're going to be my queen." 

"Really," said Dianne, her expression unchanged. "So that's what my noble 
husband has in mind ... a little upheaval in the ranks ... an usurper, no 
less." 

She shifted lewdly on the bed, spreading her thighs even further apart in a 
nonchalant, obscene gesture. Mark felt his prick lurch again and the 
excitement rumbling in his loins. He moved back to sit on the bed beside her 
once more, this time quickly draping his arm over her softly rounded belly 
as he leaned above her. 

"Listen to me, you luscious creature ... I love you," he whispered down at 
her. "You're my wife and I love you! I'm going to make it all up to you, 
Darling ... I swear I will..." 

He started to bend down to kiss her, but she held him off again with hands 
against his chest. 

"No, husband," she hissed coldly. "There's no love inside this whore any 
longer ... especially for you. You killed that, completely and utterly ... 
just as you destroyed the naive girl that once was me. In her place is a 
little monster you created, a greedy, sex-hungry bitch who intends to take a 
lover or two in the local country club tradition ... one in particular, my 
Phillip, if he'll have me ... and if he won't, well, there's plenty more I'm 
sure, who'd like to get into the hungry pant's of the state's future first 
lady." 

Again, Mark Coleman drew back from the exquisite naked girl sprawled 
carelessly beneath him, stunned, her words cutting him as might a keen edged 
blade. He bolted to his feet, starting down at her beautiful contemptuous 
face, almost cringing at the hate he read there. Something vile and galling 
erupted into his throat and he swallowed its bitterness away as he gaped in 
disbelief at her. 

"You ... you are a bitch!" he hissed. "A-A vicious little bitch!" 

"Exactly," she agreed. "I'm just what you made me, Senator ... and from now 
on, for the rest of your life, you're going to be reminded of that ... and 
more." She raised her glass, draining the raw liquor from it, then smiled 
warpedly as she said: "But you have one thing twisted, Darling. Little 
Dianne is going to be kingmaker in this realm ... the power behind the 
throne, so as to speak. Otherwise, the whole world is going to know about 
the hush-hush Coleman curse ... that juicy little tidbit where one Matthew 
Coleman had a son by his sister, Catherine, or Kate, if you prefer ... your 
grandparents, Darling ... and you know how society regards the offsprings of 
incest. Something of a mental deficiency that's inherent, isn't it?" 

Mark's eyes slowly widened in his horror. She had learned the truth! A 
skeleton that could destroy him immediately if it were publicly known ... 
Good God! He was finished ... finished! 

"Damn you ! " he spat venomously. "Now ... I see. This is how you plan to 
get even ... by destroying me..." 

She cut him short with a little shrug. "I don't know what you're thinking 
of, Darling, but if it'll put you at ease ... I intend to do nothing with my 
little weapon ... except hold it over your head. I have, however, put the 
whole sordid story in writing and placed it in a secure place, to be opened 
and made public should anything happen to me ... if I make myself clear." 

Dianne continued to smile icily as she watched the expressions on her 
husband's face change in a kaleidoscope of horror, hate, and finally defeat. 
A sensation of sadistic pleasure rippled through her. At last, the sweet 
taste of revenge permeated her whole being, raising goose-flesh along the 
sensitive areas of her smooth, naked skin. She felt them on her breast and 
her tiny pink nipples distending; her hands moved there to caress 
automatically, narcissistically. What a shallow man he was, she mused, and 
what a delightful little puppet he was going to make. Again, tiny prurient 
sensations stirred within her. 

She spread her thighs wider apart, drawing them up in a purposely obscene 
position as she continued to smile dominatingly at him. She said, finally: 

"Isn't it pretty, Darling? Doesn't it make your mouth water and your cock 
strain to get at it?" 

Mark said nothing, only stared, the undeniable desire mounting in his eyes 
mingling with his rancor and vanquishment. ... but she had not yet seen 
subjugation, and this she must read there... 

"You may lick it," she said softly. "Lick it and suck it for awhile, then 
... you can fuck me in the customary fashion you've always used on me ... No 
love, just a fuck," she went on, the lustful idea causing further tingling 
excitement to race through her. 

"My God!" he gasped. "And ... and if I'd rather not put my hands on you...?" 

"You'll do exactly as I say, Darling," she hissed softly, but acidly, her 
wicked smile continuously prevalent. "Exactly as I say ... and when I say 
... I'm ready to be licked and sucked ... do I make myself clear? NOW!" 

Dianne watched the tears of helpless rage fill her husband, the Senator's 
eyes, at last giving way to crushed subjugation, as slowly he moved forward, 
slipping out of his robe, his reluctant long thick cock caught in a half 
erection the sight of which sent a series of shivers along her spine ... 
onto the bed ... crawling between her legs subserviently, until his face was 
directly above her loins only inches from her now gently palpitating vaginal 
split. She could feel his warm breath against the silken strands of her 
pubic hair and wild sensations of dictatorial lust swirled within her 
sensuous, vibrant body as she reached down and grasped his head, pressing 
his mouth tight against the soft flanges of her cunt lips. 

"Lick, Senator!" she ordered, her breath catching ecstatically in her 
throat. "Lick my pussy damn you!" 

And he did, obediently, as she lay back sighing, the words of Boufflers 
suddenly coming to her: How beautiful is victory, but how dear! 


THE END
