Newlywed Swappers
by Peter Rowen
(SSL-102)


PREFACE 

A major controversy has gone on in America for a number of years now over 
the rapidity of change. Such high-speed movement in our society has been the 
topic of many books and films, as well as a primary issue in the various 
bodies of government. Pros and cons on the development of such instruments 
of change as the supersonic transport, or SST as it is generally referred 
to, have ranged from economic well-being, to the potential hazards the 
development will bring on our environment. 

Yet, what is often overlooked when debating such issues, is the effects of 
rapid change and movement on the simpler institutions in our society. It was 
not so many years ago that young people grew up in one community, married 
another from the same community, and eventually settled down to raise a 
family, starting the same cycle all over again. Today, especially in the 
"melting-pot" cities, young people are-likely to be from a totally different 
part of the country and living in those cities for work or study. Raised 
with different standards and outlooks, they are nonetheless thrown together 
in work and play. The net result of these conditions is numerous marriages 
between two people who really don't know one another. The values they were 
raised with may often conflict to such a degree, that they either work hard 
to reach an understanding and balance, or end by divorce. On the opposite 
side of the spectrum, such wide-spread backgrounds can result in a 
fulfilling and rewarding exchange of experiences. 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Is this Carol Ann Morse ... I mean the Miss Carol Ann Morse who's 
twenty-one today? The girl who can now legally accompany a gentleman for a 
drink?" 

The teasing tone in the man she was soon to Mary's voice was hilarious, and 
Carol laughed into the telephone, unable to think of a suitable reply. Bob 
immediately started singing "Happy Birthday" in an off key grainy voice, 
which made her laugh even more, but by the time he was finished, she was 
ready. 

"This must be Mr. Robert V. Fontaine IV, and he still can't sing worth a 
darn!" Carol listened for some quick response, but all she heard was 
silence. "Bob?" Carol said after a few seconds. 

"Can't sing, huh?" came the reply, his mock hurt tone not very convincing. 

"You make a better fianc'," Carol said sympathetically. Then she burst into 
laughter again. She had a feeling it was going to be her best birthday ever. 

"Yeah! And I intend to prove it! Just called to remind you that there are 
only two hours left! Take a look at your clock, 'cause I'm going to be on 
time, ready to wine and dine you like you've never been wined and dined 
before!" Bob's words shot over the phone like a machine gun. 

"Heck, for that I'm ready right now!" Carol replied quickly. She glanced at 
her half undressed reflection in the door mirror, and she giggled to 
herself. "Where is this place you're taking me, sir?" 

"That my dear lady is a surprise!" Bob said triumphantly. He was enjoying 
the suspense he was able to create about the date. "You've now got one hour 
and fifty-eight minutes!" 

"Yes sir! I'll be ready and waiting!" Carol said, and she knew she would be. 

"Happy Birthday, baby!" 

"Bob?" 

"Yep?" 

"Thank you..." 

"Only the first of many! Bye!" 

"Bye!" Carol listened as he hung up the phone, then she slowly set down the 
receiver. He was so thoughtful, almost too thoughtful at times, she was 
completely overwhelmed with his gentlemanly way. It was the third time he 
had called her that day, and Carol appreciated everyone of his calls. He 
made her feel really important, and she knew that he had to care a lot for 
her. There just could be no doubt in her mind. 

Feeling totally disorganized, Carol picked up a stack of books on the desk 
next to the phone, and she carried them to the built-in bookcase above her 
studio bed. As a birthday present to herself, she had done little or nothing 
all day, and the mess around her apartment was beginning to bother her. 
Setting the books on the shelf, she glanced over at her clock radio, and she 
was almost startled by the time. Gads, it was getting late! 

Picking up a half-filled cup of cold coffee and stacking it on a crumb 
covered plate, Carol hurried with them into the small kitchen. She didn't 
have time to take a leisurely bath, and do the dishes too, so she decided to 
forget the dishes for the moment. If she had time enough after her bath, 
well then she would do them. It was her birthday, and the most important 
thing was looking nice for Bob. Straightening her apartment would have to 
take second place that afternoon. 

Carol had been living in the same small studio apartment since she first 
came to Los Angeles. It had been nearly two years, and there were still 
things she had planned to do the first day she moved into the place, not yet 
done. The apartment was almost always as neat as a fresh cleaned suit, a 
reflection of Carol's up-bringing, but the projects she had mapped out for 
herself just never seemed to get started. She had wanted to change the color 
of the paint in the kitchen, and find another picture to hang in the studio 
room to replace the old shipping scene. But, the color of the kitchen was 
still the same, and the old sailing ships still hung on the wall. She made 
excuses to herself about her studies taking too much time at Southern 
California, but the real truth was that she simply didn't feel inspired. 

Carol's father was a doctor in Corvallis, so she had spent her first two 
years at Oregon State, "Studying English to become a teacher," she always 
said. She had worked hard at getting good grades, and the net result was a 
scholarship from Southern Cal. It was what she had really wanted, as it was 
an opportunity to get a distance away from home for the first time in her 
life. Her life there had been rather strict and confining, and she yearned 
for a freedom that would give her the chance to discover life. For her, 
going to Southern Cal. represented that opportunity, and the scholarship was 
just the thing to convince her parents she should go. 

Carol thought of her first year in Los Angeles as being exploratory. Meeting 
new friends and going on dates had been her primary objective, and she made 
it a point to never date one boy more than a few times. She didn't want to 
get serious, and she succeeded in keeping things that way. Yet, in 
retrospect, she considered that her "wild" period, as at the beginning of 
her second year, she met a law student named Robert V. Fontaine IV. From 
that time on she dated no one but Bob, and the month before her twenty-first 
birthday, he asked her to marry him. She had said yes without hesitation. 

Carol was due to graduate in a month, and Bob had been preparing for the bar 
exam for the past year. So they jointly decided that the Wedding day 
shouldn't come until after she had graduated, and Bob had passed the bar 
exam. Bob's parents thought they were being very sensible, and Carol found 
that she held their feelings in great esteem. Bob's father was an important 
corporation lawyer, and they had a large home in the Bel Aire district. The 
seemed to epitomize everything "right" and "proper" to Carol, and without 
really being aware of it, she identified them closely to her own parents. 

Opening the closet door, Carol reached inside to get the dress she bought 
for the special occasion that evening. She felt it a little bit too sexy in 
its style, but when she had seen it, something told her that it was right. 
It was sheer black and simple in line, but in the front was a long vee of 
black net that plunged almost to the waist. She knew that it was designed to 
be worn without a bra, and the idea of it was wickedly exciting to her. 
After checking to be sure it was in perfect condition, she hung the hanger 
over the open door, leaving it ready and waiting to be put on after her 
bath. 

Carol believed she was very lucky to have such an ideal relationship with 
Bob, and she was very much aware of the fact that their friends called them 
the perfect couple. Being engaged to be married to Bob was like a dream come 
true, and she felt she was definitely ready to settle down as a home-maker 
and wife. Only one thing bothered her, although she wasn't completely aware 
of it, and that was in spite of her two years of freedom, at the age of 
twenty-one, she was still a virgin. 

Having met Bob's parents on the evening of their second date, Carol had 
become very fond of them. Without really knowing it, Carol tended to see her 
own family in them, and she had come to believe that she couldn't do 
anything they, like her parents, wouldn't want her to do. She was convinced 
that they would want their son to marry a virgin, a girl that had taken her 
purity to the wedding bed, and it had been just that belief that had kept 
Carol pure. On the numerous occasions that she and Bob were engaged in heavy 
petting, she had always stopped it from advancing too far by reminding him 
of his parents. "What would they think if they knew I wasn't a virgin?" she 
had said many times, and she said it in spite of the tremendous desire that 
always seemed to take hold of her body. After a while, much to Carol's 
dismay, Bob had simply stopped trying, resigned to wait until their wedding 
night. As a result, Carol found that she was becoming even more aware of the 
budding desires in her body. 

After a quick check of the clock again, Carol walked into the bathroom and 
turned on the faucets to fill the tub. The chrome handles felt cool to her 
touch, and she dipped her fingers under the stream of water, adjusting the 
faucets until the temperature was right. She liked the water as hot as she 
could stand, as it always had a soothing effect on her body. 

Walking back into the studio, Carol pulled off her robe and threw it onto 
the bed. She often liked to run around her apartment in the nude, but that 
afternoon she had started to get dressed. She had only gotten as far as her 
undergarments when she changed her mind, so she was still wearing her bra 
and panties. It was warm outside and the air-conditioner was on full blast. 
When she started back toward the bathroom, the cool air stream seemed to 
caress her body when she crossed in front of it, and she was suddenly aware 
of the dampness between her inner thighs. She had forgotten what she had 
been doing before Bob called, but it came back to her thoughts immediately. 
As she approached the bathroom, Carol saw her full reflection in the long 
mirror on the open bathroom door, and she slowed her steps, her eyes 
examining the various parts of her body. She didn't think she looked as good 
in her bra and panties as she did naked, and she stopped in front of the 
mirror, intentionally keeping her eyes diverted from her face. She didn't 
like to look herself in the eye when she was contemplating self-indulgence. 

The tub was nearly full, and Carol hurried into the bathroom to turn off the 
faucets. The steam was rising from the swaying surface of the water, and she 
dipped her hand in, deciding that it was too hot. She could wait a few 
minutes for it to cool some. Straightening up, Carol closed the door so that 
the mirror was facing inside the bathroom, and she again looked at her body. 
She was fascinated by the sensations she sometimes had, and they would often 
occur when she watched herself undress in front of the mirror. 

Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail so it wouldn't get messed 
before her date that evening, and she unconsciously flipped it back with her 
and hand as she reached behind to unhook her bra. Holding the cups, she 
lowered the material slowly, letting the lace brush tantalizingly across her 
nipples to the very edge. They seemed to peak back at her as they appeared 
over the top of the white material like pink buttons on the tips of her 
breasts. Dropping her bra to the floor, Carol stared at her full, round 
breasts, pleased with what she saw. They were firm and pointed, perhaps even 
a little large for her size, but they still stood up proudly, without the 
support of a bra. Her nipples were erect, just from the touch of her bra 
moving across them, and she placed the palms of her hands flat against the 
twin mounds, her heart pounding from the sensations it gave her. Just 
touching herself there made her want to touch all of her sensitive parts, 
and she started to lower her hands over her belly, down toward the moist 
spot between her inner thighs. For an instant, Carol glanced up to her face, 
and meeting the reflection of her own eyes, she blushed and turned away from 
the mirror. 

"Oh Darn!" she said out loud. She scolded herself mentally for being so 
preoccupied with her sexuality. God, she had been stroking her hand over the 
soft, curl-lined lips of her vagina when Bob had last called It was becoming 
too much! And now. she was supposed to be getting ready for a bath, but 
instead she was getting herself all excited. Trying to stop what she had 
already started, Carol turned back toward the mirror, looking at her face 
intentionally. 

Her long blonde hair framed a face that was more sensual than that of a 
classic beauty, as although her features were well defined, there was also a 
certain pouty quality that made her appear a little devilish. Her green eyes 
were like giant round globes, perpetually misty and deep, and certainly the 
most outstanding feature in her face. Her nose was small, curving out 
slightly at the tip, and served to accent the slightly pouting lower lip of 
her full, sensual mouth. Her complexion was milky clear and white, as was 
the rest of her long slender body. There was nothing athletic about her 
shape, although she was correct in assuming her full blown qualities. Her 
body was like a soft and tender maze that anyone would be eager to explore. 
Her waist was long and narrow, and her hips flared out in perfect proportion 
to her long tapering legs. Her buttocks, like her thighs, were firm, but 
they rounded out like two ripe melons waiting to be squeezed and tested for 
ripeness. Beneath their sensual curve toward her inner thighs was the fuzzy 
mystery of her entire being. 

Knowing she had to remove her panties before getting into the tub, Carol 
lowered her eyes again as she pushed her thumbs beneath the elastic band 
top. She started to lower them quickly, but she stopped, caught-up for the 
moment in the arousing exposure of her vaginal triangle. The soft nylon 
strip of her panties that ran between her thighs seemed to want to cling to 
her pubic hair, and she lowered the fabric slowly, inch by inch revealing to 
her sight the triangle patch of silky blonde hair. She could almost feel the 
steam from the bath rising up between her slightly spread legs, and it 
seemed to gently drift up into the soft fold of her slit, warming the 
already heated bud of her clitoris. Her clitoris tingled, aching to be 
touched by human flesh, and telling herself she would only do it for an 
instant, she released one side of her panties, leaving them tightly clasping 
her thighs. Watching her hand move over to the triangular patch of fuzz was 
enough to make her feel more excited, but she extended her long middle 
finger, bending it slightly as she pushed it hesitantly into the softness of 
her cuntal lips. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" Carol moaned out loud as she felt the electric-like flash of 
pleasure as her finger made contact. Her clit was hard, and she rolled it 
gently under her fingernail, trembling with the lewdly wicked sensations 
that poured through her sensual young body. She could feel the lubricating 
fluid from her vagina begin to form at the opening just below her finger, 
and she couldn't keep from working her finger down into the soft, pink flesh 
in search of the warmly pulsating pussy mouth. Finding it moist, she pushed 
the tip of her finger into the narrow hole, and her mind whirled with the 
images of sexual gratification. She could just imagine having a man's 
passion-hardened cock pushing into her there, and taking a deep breath, 
Carol wormed her finger into the smoothly quivering passage of her vagina. 
She worked it up deep, not stopping until the palm of her hand was pressed 
tightly against the excitedly trembling lips of her cunt. It felt good, too 
goood! 

"Oh God!" Carol exclaimed for the second time in a few minutes, and feeling 
ashamed, she pulled her finger from her warmly throbbing vagina. Quickly 
removing her panties the rest of the way, she stepped out of them, and left 
them on the floor where they lay. Her belly was burning with desire, but she 
turned away from the mirror, wanting to hurry into the warm water of the 
bath. She hoped that it would take some of the notions out of her mind, but 
as she stepped over the edge of the tub, she looked back over her shoulder 
at the reflection of her buttocks as if expecting to see a sign of her 
arousal. The smoothly rounded cheeks stuck out just enough to make the 
crevice dividing them appear deep and tantalizing, and she quickly looked 
away as she lowered herself into the warm water. 

Stretching out, Carol flipped her hair over the edge of the tub to keep it 
dry, and she laid perfectly still, enjoying the pleasant feel of the heated 
water around her nude body. Ever so slowly, the sensation she identified 
with the wet warmth of a bath dominated her mind. She felt soothed and 
relaxed, and she was sure that she could keep her mind off of the things she 
so badly wanted to do. She thought herself oversexed at times, even though 
she had never really experienced complete sex, yet at the same time, she 
thought that she was unusual to still be a virgin at the age of twenty-one. 
She knew that a lot of their mutual friends were having sexual relations, 
and she even felt that they believed she and Bob had such a relationship. It 
almost seemed foolish not to do it since everyone believed they were anyway! 
Well, Bob's parents didn't think so, she was sure. 

One date with Bob, one of their first, stood clearly in her mind as the 
first time she really would have given in to him. They had been at a dance, 
and they were dancing close, their bodies pressed together, more swaying 
than anything else. She could vividly remember that first sensation she had 
when realizing that Bob's penis had become hard, and it was like a solid 
lump pushing against her loins. It had felt so big, that for a moment she 
had thought it was out of his pants, right there in the middle of the dance 
floor! She had been afraid to back away from him for fear everyone would 
notice what was happening, and in fact she had even pushed in closer, 
thinking she needed to cover it up. It had throbbed and jerked against her, 
and her belly had begun to burn with a strangely exciting sensation she had 
never really known before that time. It was almost like she could feel the 
flood flowing through it, pounding with his heart-beat against her vagina, 
and, in spite of her initial shock, she had felt moisture forming under the 
crotch band of her panties between the delicate fleshy folds of her pussy as 
her clitoris throbbed with passion. She had thought she was going to melt 
where they stood. Just fall back with his hardened penis still pushing into 
her pussy, and twist down on the floor with him on top of her. Then, the 
dance had ended, and rather than have to look him in the eye, she had 
whispered in his ear that she wanted to wait for the next dance. She wasn't 
sure if she had said that because she didn't want to walk off the floor 
risking the possibility of his hardness being noticed, or because she had 
liked the sensations so much. But, as luck would have it, the next dance had 
been a fast one, and everything was sort of released. 

Picking up a bar of soap, Carol slowly began to wash, her mind still 
thinking back on that one certain date. She had known after they left the 
dance floor that Bob would be very anxious to get her alone somewhere, and 
she knew that hard-to-resist things would happen to her if he merely touched 
her once. She had even gone to the trouble of weighing the pros and cons of 
giving in to him, considering how he would later act after having seduced 
her, and she had decided that it wouldn't really matter. She had come to the 
conclusion that it was a good way to know if she should get serious with him 
or not. Bob had squeezed her hand, looking at her in a way that left no 
doubt about his intentions, and it had excited her to think she was possibly 
ready and willing to be seduced. The decision had been made, and she had 
gone to the restroom to daub perfume on her inner thighs. It had somehow 
seemed to be the right thing to do, but then when she returned to where Bob 
was waiting for her, the whole evening fell apart. His best friend had been 
out in the parking lot with a girl named Barbara, apparently trying to get 
her to loosen up with some liquor, and she was sick and crying. She was 
afraid to go home in her condition, and the net result was that Barbara had 
stayed at Carol's apartment. It had destroyed her and Bob's chances of being 
alone together that evening, and the next time they had gone out together, 
Carol didn't feel the same. They had eaten dinner at Bob's parents, and she 
just couldn't give in to sex without marriage after that. The most Carol 
even allowed him to do was fondle her naked breasts a couple of times, as 
she was afraid if she let him do anymore than that, that she too would be 
unable to control herself. 

Opening her eyes, Carol realized that she was daydreaming, and instead of 
washing herself, she was again unconsciously stroking her vagina with her 
hand. "God, I've got to get married soon!" she thought guiltily, and sat up 
in the tub, vigorously splashing water as she hurriedly washed. It had to be 
getting late, and Bob would be there to pick her up soon. After a few 
moments, Carol stood up in the tub, and avoiding her reflection in the 
mirror, she grabbed a towel to dry her lusciously curved young body. 

As soon as she was dry, Carol kept her eyes down as she walked through the 
doorway past the door mirror, and still naked, she went straight to her 
dresser to find her best black panties and bra. Finding them, she quickly 
stepped into her panties, then placed the cups of her bra over her firmly 
rounded breasts while reaching back to fasten it. 

Checking the time, she gasped out loud and started for the bathroom again, 
when she glanced at her dress hanging from the closet door. "Oh Darn!" she 
groaned, and she turned around, removing her bra as she walked back to her 
dresser. She had forgotten she wouldn't be needing it! Stuffing the bra in a 
drawer, Carol again headed for the bathroom, counting the seconds in her 
head that she had remaining, and she pulled at the clip holding her hair 
back, dropping it in the sink in her hurry to brush it out. She couldn't see 
her reflection clearly for the steam, so she grabbed a towel, wiping half 
the mirror off, then dropping it as she picked up her hair brush. On the 
fiftieth counted stroke of the brush through her long shining hair, she 
dropped the brush and, looking over the results of her hurried efforts, she 
was satisfied. 

Carol never used much make-up, and she didn't need it to improve her looks. 
But, that evening she wanted to take a little extra care with the small 
amount she used, so she took a deep breath to slow herself down. With a 
patient and steady had, she applied lip-stick and eye-liner, then hurried 
into the studio to finish dressing. 

"MMMMMmmmm!" Carol said appreciatively to the sexy looking woman in the 
mirror. The dress was really nice, and she paused to run her palms over the 
curving front down to the waist. Checking the clock again, she realized that 
Bob was due there right that moment, and she hurried into the bathroom to 
pick up after herself. Satisfied that everything looked neat, Carol picked 
up a bottle of perfume, a gift from Bob, and she touched a little to her 
neck. Then almost unconsciously, she lifted her dress, only a short distance 
was necessary, and put a touch of the tantalizing perfume on her inner 
thighs close to the point where they met her panties. She was setting the 
perfume bottle down when she heard the familiar knock on the door, and half 
running, half skipping, she went to the closet and pulled out her black 
coat. Closing the closet door behind herself, she dropped the coat on the 
bed, then quickly went to answer the door. 

"Well, where have you been? I've been twiddling my thumbs for an hour!" 
Carol said. She smiled as Bob took her in his arms to give her a happy 
birthday kiss. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Well, darling! Happy twenty-one!" Bob toasted. Her held up the glass of 
champagne, reaching with it across the table to clink it on Carol's glass, 
and they both took a sip of the bubbly liquid. 

"Thank you, Darling. This is the nicest birthday I could ever hope for," 
Carol said as she set her glass back on the table. As she had expected, Bob 
hadn't settled for anything less than the best restaurant in Beverly Hills, 
and just the atmosphere of the place excited her. 

"It's only just begun," Bob replied, his handsome smile making her heart 
pound. "Drink that glass, and I'll put the rest on ice until after we've 
eaten." 

"You mean that's all I get to drink?" Carol said kiddingly. She sipped more 
of her champagne as if greedy to have it all. 

"You underestimate me! I told you to be prepared for the best wining and 
dining of your life, and I meant it. There's a drink they make here that I 
want you to try!" Bob smiled again, but he was trying to exaggerate it into 
a lewd grin. 

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were trying to get me drunk, Mr. 
Fontaine!" Carol fairly beamed when Bob shook his head yes. "What is this 
magical potion that you want me to try?" 

"It's called a scorpion, but any similarity to the creature, living or dead, 
is entirely, etcetera!" 

"Sounds awful," Carol said, but when the drink was brought to the table, she 
was overjoyed. It was served in a large bowl, two long straws stuck in the 
bowl like horns, and on top of the ice and liquid floated two white 
gardenias. "Bob! Are those flowers real?" Carol said, astonishment all over 
her face. 

"Sure! Adds a special flavor. If you don't like the drink," Bob said handing 
her one straw. "Just pinch your straw, and I'll be glad to finish it for 
you!" 

Carol didn't need to taste the drink to find out if she liked it, as just 
looking at it made it good to her. But, when she did taste it, she wasn't 
disappointed. "It's as good as it looks, darling!" she said, and she drew on 
her straw, gulping the delicious drink down. 

"Hey, take it easy. Your not going to leave me any," Bob kidded, but he was 
glad to see that Carol really went for it. 

Carol felt like a child with a new toy, and she went after everything put in 
front of her that evening. Bob had ordered chateau-briand that was specially 
prepared, and they had a rare vintage Bordeaux wine with it. But, the meat 
wasn't brought until after they finished their second scorpion, and after 
the entree, they had banana-fritters in rum, topped off with the rest of the 
champagne. Carol felt like she had been to a food and drink orgy afterwards, 
which was closer to the truth than she realized. 

"Darling, I don't think I've ever eaten so well in my entire life," she 
stated honestly. She felt warm, pleasantly warm like she could feel the 
blood rushing through her whole body, and Bob had showered her with so much 
special attention, she wanted to just grab him. 

"We've been here three hours. Did you realize that?" Bob said looking at his 
wrist-watch. He could clearly see that Carol was too wrapped up in 
everything to have noticed the time, but he wanted to speed thing's up a 
bit. Hell, he'd been waiting nearly a year for the right opportunity, and he 
was becoming a little impatient. Carol looked just a little too sexy in her 
new dress, and he could imagine the sensation of getting his hands under it 
and touching her naked young flesh. 

"God! It seems like we just got here." Carol felt a slight, unexplainable 
tingling sensation in her belly, and then she suddenly remembered the last 
time she had seen that look Bob was now giving her. It had been at a dance, 
just before they were going to leave. "Thank you for the wonderful dinner, 
darling," Carol said in a low voice. She tried to put the meaning she wanted 
with her inflection, but the liquor was beginning to have an effect on her. 
Bob stood up from the table to slide out her chair, and when she stood, she 
grabbed his arm, afraid that she would fall if she didn't. 

"You O.K.? " Bob put his arm around her waist and held her tightly. 

"Yes, darling!" Carol insisted, and then grateful for his arm, she smiled up 
at him. "Now, I am!" She half turned to face him completely, and pressing 
her hips against his groin, she felt his penis hardening. Looking directly 
into his blue eyes, she suddenly felt she could put everything eke in the 
world out of her mind. "Why don't you take me home now?" she whispered 
breathlessly. 

"My thoughts exactly," Bob replied, and he walked with her toward the front 
of the restaurant to get her coat. 

"Bob?" Carol said, slipping into her coat. 

"Yes, darling?" 

"Let's hurry before any of your friends show 

* * * 

Something about the drive back to Carol's studio apartment made them both 
feel an urgency in everything they did. Carol felt almost desperate to get 
into her apartment, and as a result she had a hard time finding the door 
key. Bob finally had to look in her purse for her, and he was able to come 
up with it. But, then, he was hardly able to get the key into the lock, and 
by the time they got the door open, they were both laughing uproariously. 
The moment the door was closed behind them, Bob took Carol into his arms, 
and pressing his mouth hard against hers, he drove his tongue deep between 
her welcoming lips. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Carol moaned deep in her throat, and she sucked on the warm, 
wet flesh in her mouth, tasting the sweetness of Bob's arousal. He held her 
tightly to his muscular body, and she provocatively ground her hips against 
his groin, feeling the growing hardness. The champagne, rum and wine made 
her feel a little dizzy still, but there was another sensation joining it. 
Her vagina down between her thighs was beginning to moisten, only it seemed 
amplified to even greater awareness than she had ever known. Her clitoris 
was tingling, and she knew that she was ready to resign her body to Bob. 

Bob squeezed her body against his with all his strength, no longer able to 
contain the urgency of his desire. Kissing her deeply, he moved his hand 
down to her buttocks, and pressing hard against the firmly rounded cheeks, 
he ground his hardened penis into her loins. Her scent, her softness, 
everything about her was sexually exciting, and he was determined to have 
her once and for all. Sliding his hand down over her buttocks, he pushed his 
fingers in toward the narrow space between her inner thighs as his cock 
throbbed against her with tremendous pressure. 

"Darling," Carol said, breaking away from his kiss. She put her mouth close 
to his ear, her warm breath stimulating him even more as she spoke. "Wait, 
darling, pleaseee! I ... I want ... " Carol's belly was burning with 
sensations that grew more intense from thinking about what she wanted to 
say. "Undress me, darling! I want you to see me stripped completely nude ... 
To see all of me so you'll know I'm who you want!" 

Bob's cock jerked as her words came hotly into his ear. She wanted to be 
naked! He had never before been able to get her stripped off, and now she 
was asking him to take off her clothes. Tipping his head back, he looked 
Carol in the eyes, but she looked away immediately. He relaxed his hold of 
her, and she turned her back to him. 

Carol couldn't contain the excitement she felt over the thought of Bob 
undressing her, and she was afraid he would think her immoral if he saw in 
her eyes how she truly felt. She wanted the beautiful experience she had 
dreamed about so many times, to have him gently caress her nude body, kiss 
her lovingly from head to toe until finally, her virginity would just melt 
away from the heat of her passion. She was twenty-one, his fianc', and still 
totally inexperienced in the ways of sex. 

It was too good to be possible, he thought, as so many times she had stopped 
him from making any advances. Now, like she was another person, she was 
willingly asking him to undress her! It could only mean one thing, and it 
had to be that she was ready to be fucked. So many times he had been denied 
and put-off by her reluctance to do anything until they were married, and 
now all of that was changed. It almost seemed like the dinner and drinks had 
really worked, that it had compounded itself into making her finally ready 
to be taken by him. 

Reaching out at the zipper running down the middle of her dress, Bob was 
completely absorbed by his realization. His cock was hardened into a rigid 
shaft, ready to burst with the intense excitement of finally conquering his 
young girlfriend's heretofore reluctant body. The idea of shoving his cock 
deep and hard into the soft virginal folds of her naked young cunt was more 
arousing under the circumstances than any experience he'd ever had before in 
his life. As he lowered the zipper, exposing the smooth naked curves of her 
back to his sight, his balls pounded with unbearable pressure from his 
churning sperm, and he was afraid he would lose his load just looking at 
her. He knew that he would have to, want to take her fast and furiously, or 
he'd never last. 

Feeling a rippling shudder run up her spine as she felt her dress being 
undone and pushed away from her naked breasts, Carol suddenly was aware of a 
desperate kind of energy from him. He nearly ripped her dress in his hurry 
to get it away from her body, and she turned to face him, completely 
forgetting that she wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Bob, please be gentle!" she said, but she caught her breath as he suddenly 
leaned forward, his mouth closing over the nakedness of her full breast. His 
arms held her tightly to him as his tongue rolled around and around the pink 
bud of her hardened nipple, and his teeth nipped at the sensitive tips, 
sending chilling pleasures through her tense body. For the moment, she was 
completely absorbed by the sensations, and she was hardly aware of his 
clawing fingers digging into the waist-band of her panties. 

"Oohh! Ooouuuu! Darling, please, I ... We...." 

He wanted to see her naked and open to him, and he had little time for 
playing games. She had put him off too long, too many times, and now he was 
going to have her his way. He was going to fuck her until the teasing little 
bitch begged him to fill her belly with every ounce of cum in his body. 
Pulling at the black filmy material covering her vagina, Bob got the tight 
nylon panties stripped down over the smoothly round cheeks of her buttocks, 
feeling the warmth of her naked flesh against his hand. The crevice dividing 
the two cheeks felt mysterious and deep, but he felt he would not be able to 
wait for any foreplay. All that mattered was getting her naked and onto the 
bed with her legs spread wide. 

With her black lacy panties still clinging to her thighs, Bob scooped Carol 
up into his arms, and he carried her without taking his mouth from her 
breast. A new, uncomfortable sensation joined the passion in Carol's body as 
she felt herself being lifted up and carried toward the bed. She realized 
her panties were half-way off, the fabric still clinging to her legs, but 
her vagina open and exposed to anything he might want to do to her. It was 
terrifying, and she knew then that she should fight to protect herself as 
her instinct of old took over. 

"Nooo! Bobbb! Not this way ... Pleaseeeee!" She screamed as his mouth on her 
breasts suddenly felt like it was sucking her inside out, his teeth biting 
cruelly at the nipples, leaving tiny impressions as a symbol of his lust. 
She came down on the bed on her back with Bob on top, pinning her helplessly 
beneath his strong body. She couldn't even twist out from under him as he 
locked one knee between her whitely straining thighs. Slowly but surely her 
fantasies were crumbling down around her, and the final blow to all of her 
dreams of doing it the first time with him came with the ripping sound of 
her panties being torn away from her body and being thrown in a useless, 
tattered pile to the far side of the room. 

Above the roar of his passion, he could hear her frightened cries of 
protest, but his insanity was unbounded, refusing to give heed to anything 
but complete and total possession of her young virgin body. The liquor in 
him hadn't dampened his emotions in the least, but instead it helped inflame 
him to a point he had never reached in his life. He wasn't himself anymore, 
but he was instead a wild man, hungry for the lust that had been denied him 
too long. Feeling the silky smoothness of her resiliency curling pubic hair, 
Bob slipped his fingers down into the softly quivering flesh of her pussy, 
searching desperately for the tightly clenched opening he had to have. 

A state of helpless confusion seemed to engulf her mind as she felt Bob 
groping for her naked vagina. She tried to clamp her legs together, wanting 
nothing but to close off any access to her helpless body, but he had her 
thighs locked wide apart. In spite of her efforts, she felt her pussy being 
lewdly touched as his fingers probed into the defenseless hair-lined lips, 
seeking like tiny insects the virgin passage to her womb. She felt nothing 
but anguish, even when his fingers brushed across her clitoris, still 
hardened from her previous anticipation. Yet, this wasn't the way she wanted 
her first experience to be. She wanted to reach the sexual heights that her 
own fingering couldn't achieve, and she had thought surely her first 
experience with Bob would be gentle, building her up to a magnificent 
pleasure that she would never come back from. 

"Ooooooohhhhh! Please! Bob!" Carol moaned when his fingers dug hotly into 
the tender flesh around the opening to her womb. She just couldn't 
understand why he had gone so wild, and she squirmed under his maniacally 
strong grip in a futile effort to make him understand. 

Her body was like a masterpiece of all the sexual joys rolled into one, and 
just the sight of her made his heart pound with lust. Her cunt was tight, 
virginal, and he worked his finger down between the soft hair-lined lips, 
worming his finger inside the warmly fleshy passage in a hurried attempt to 
prepare it for his throbbing cock. Her moans went unnoticed in his frenzy, 
and he cruelly drove his finger in and out of the tight, restricting passage 
with savage thrusts. Her efforts to hold her legs together were thwarted by 
his powerful knees placed firmly on the bed between her thighs, and he 
continued to suck and pull at the smooth flesh of her full, lush breast with 
his warm wet mouth. 

Wanting desperately to please, but unable to understand the humiliation and 
pain he was causing in his lusting madness, Carol half cried, half pleaded 
to her passion-crazed boyfriend. It didn't make sense at all when her belly 
burned with desire for her future husband, and to have him suddenly go 
insane with an emotion she hadn't even believe him capable of having. The 
thrust of his fingers in her vagina hurt her mem-tally, not physically in 
the least, as he had done it unlike the way she had expected, or planned for 
it all to take place. She questioned her dream, her understanding of what 
sex was supposed to be like, and she could only guess that either he or she 
was wrong. Whatever was right, Carol wanted her learning process to be kind 
and gentle. Yet, in spite of the cruel base emotions behind his actions, she 
felt an excitement of seduction that she had also been waiting for a long 
lime. Her excitement wasn't nearly enough to compensate for her shame and 
embarrassment, though it did help in making his frenzied lust less painful 
than she imagined it to be. Her vagina was becoming more and more moist in 
spite of her feelings, and way back inside her brain she felt the sensation 
of electricity that was so familiar from her clitoris. Before she could 
completely hold onto these emotions, Bob pulled his fingers from her vagina 
quickly, and she knew that he was groping angrily with his pants. The idea 
of what he was preparing to do to her virginal young body excited her, 
although she was frightened. Then, before she could collect her thoughts, he 
was on his knees between her out-spread thighs, his arms placed firmly on 
her shoulders to pin her helplessly back on the bed. AH that she could see 
was the blazing lust in his eyes, and the giant erect penis that stood out 
straight from his groin, was pointing directly at he nakedly exposed vagina. 
He was staring down at her pubic mound like a hungry animal about to feast 
on its long-sought prey, and Carol began to shake violently. 

"Bob ... Please ... Waitttttt! Don't do ... Be gentle!" she moaned, but he 
didn't lift his eyes to meet her pleading gaze. It was apparent that he 
wasn't even hearing her, and she prepared herself for the worst. She was 
sure that his huge cock would split her in two, and the thought made her 
look closely at its throbbing length. The tip was thick and purple, a 
gland-shaped head that seemed to bulge out with his growing excitement. She 
could clearly see the long shaft lined with a road-map of blood-filled veins 
which pounded with his heart-beat, and the entire long column protruded like 
a great battering ram from a tight tangle of black pubic hair covering his 
groin. The twin sacs holding his balls were drawn up tightly between his 
hairy thighs, and she knew that the sperm inside was pounding and anxious to 
be released. As much as it frightened her, she suddenly had visions of the 
huge member spurting out white-hot cum deep up into her from the dilated 
tip, and she wondered how that would feel happening inside her womb. 

Bob was frantic with desire for Carol's young, virgin body, and in spite of 
his demanding balls, he hesitated to carefully examine the tight pussy 
nestled neatly between her smooth white thighs. There was something about 
her cunt that he had never felt about any other cunt he'd fucked before that 
moment. It was so pure, yet passionate in appearance. The silky-smooth, 
light-colored pubic hair lining the narrow slit of her pussy was interesting 
in itself, and where it parted around the tight, pink opening were gathered 
tiny beads of moisture that had flowed from the passage to her womb. It 
looked absolutely untouched, like a fresh made glove for his cock alone, and 
he was convinced that it had a life all its own, ready and waiting to 
massage the throbbing length of his penis until it had milked all of the 
waiting sperm from his body. It was the most sensual sight he had ever seen, 
and he had to have it right away! 

Shifting his weight to one side, he took his hardened penis in his hand, and 
he moved his hips forward until the thick rubbery flesh of the purple head 
made light contact with the sweet warmth of her cunt. Using his cock like a 
wedge, he moved it up and down in the hair-lined slit until he had parted 
the soft little lips that were tucked away, hiding the thin vertical slit of 
her cunt mouth. She moaned when he lightly touched the bulbous head to her 
clitoris, and he took that as a sign that she was ready to be fucked. He 
wasn't really noticing her pleading cries, and when he had his cock 
positioned over the opening of her cuntal passage, he rolled over her body 
to ready himself for the drive of his giant member quickly inside her. 

Dumbfounded by the sight she was witnessing, Carol began to lose all contact 
with everything other than her immediate surroundings. She wasn't even sure 
if it was her small studio apartment, or her own bed that she was lying on 
under his body. All she could clearly understand was the nakedness of her 
own body, helplessly spread-eagled out beneath a mammoth penis about to 
plunge deep into the depths of her belly. She raised her head up off of the 
bed, looking down over the hardened tips of her breasts to her wide-spread 
thighs, and what she saw made her shudder with fear. The lips of her virgin 
pussy were parted out, the hair-lined flesh wrapped around the thick purple 
head of a long throbbing column, and it was posed and ready to drive inside 
her body, tearing her vagina into a helpless mass of shattered flesh. Her 
pleas for mercy were going out into the room like they had never been spoken 
for the benefit of anyone's ears, and she knew that he was determined to 
have her right then and there no matter what she said. The pressure on the 
tight opening to her womb became greater and greater until she thought she 
would be ripped apart, and she was sure the huge object would never fit 
inside her vagina. It couldn't fit! It was much too big! 

"Nooooooo! Pleaseeeeeee! Boooobbbbbbbb!" 

Her cunt was like a tight elastic band that would not give way to his 
insistent pressure, and he continued pushing his hips forward with all of 
his strength. His aching cock was ram-rod hard and stiff, and just the 
excitement of finally having it pressing into her hot unattainable little 
cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs out 
wider, he knew that the moment had come, and with a low grunt and a heavy 
shove forward, his cock was suddenly wrapped tightly inside the opening to 
her warmly clasping cuntal walls. 

"AAaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Carol felt a great flashing pain dash through 
her body like she had been stabbed up between her thighs with a hot poker, 
and her vainly resisting vagina was stretched wide as it opened to take the 
giant head of his penis inside her. It hurt hellishly, but he had gained his 
entrance to her young, virgin passage. She had no idea how she would feel 
when the rest of his cock pushed up inside her stomach, but she expected the 
worst, trying desperately to worm her way upward on the bed. She wanted to 
get out from under the painful thrust of his cock, and she screwed her 
buttocks down hard into the mattress, but to no avail. She was held too 
securely by his arms and legs, and looking down over the tops of her firmly 
rounded breasts, she could see that only an inch of the long, hotly 
pulsating column had penetrated her body. It was simply hopeless, and she 
was convinced that she would definitely die from the pain of his final 
entry. 

The tight passage around the head of his bulging penis served only to excite 
him more, and Bob could feel the sensitive nerves at the tip of his cock 
sending urgent signals of pleasure deep inside his groin. It felt good, and 
he had to have his cock buried all the way up inside the tightly clasping 
passage before he spurted out his waiting semen right there. Even though he 
was fully aware of the pain involving virgin entry, he somehow couldn't keep 
himself in control, and he shoved hard forward again to drive his penis 
further into her nakedly trembling body. 

"OOOoohhhh! AAaaaaggghhhh! Nnooooooo!" It was terrible, worse than she had 
imagined it could possibly be, and she bit her teeth into her lip in an 
effort to keep from passing out cold. Bob was acting like a maniac, and she 
was afraid he would kill her without ever knowing he had done so. She was 
totally humiliated by his crude coldness toward her feelings, and at that 
moment she wished she had never fallen in love with him. Her defenseless 
young vaginal passage was stretched to the point of splitting, and the 
horrible pain was dousing any chance of desire in her belly, for that night 
at the very least. Yet, when he shoved forward again, sinking his cock in 
another few inches, the pain in her vagina was suddenly and strangely gone. 
She didn't think about it at the time, but the pain she felt was only in her 
mind. The method he had chosen to fuck her, the way he was appearing to act 
was what hurt, as she had been cheated out of everything she had dreamed 
about for her first sexual experience. There didn't seem to be any 
gentleness or understanding, but instead there was a vicious lusting 
selfishness of one-sided fucking for only his own gratification. She was 
being shamed, not physically damaged by his cruel thrusts. 

She was tight, really tight, and Bob felt like his cock was going to explode 
with his cum at any second. The glove-like velvety feeling of her pussy 
around his slowly sinking penis was sending such tremendous sensations of 
pleasure to his brain, that he knew he would have to do something quickly to 
keep himself from cumming before he got all the way inside. He had to have 
it all the way inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming 
sperm, and he shoved hard with all his strength to drive his cock to the 
maximum depth of her newly-stretched vagina. It plowed down the wet-warm 
passage like a high-powered locomotive steaming through a long dark tunnel 
at full speed. 

UUUuuuuugggghhhhh! AAaaaagggghhhhh!! " Carol didn't know what hit her, the 
suddenness of his penetration was so severe. She felt as though a giant pole 
had been plunged into her belly, skewering up between her open thighs like a 
roast for the spit, and the surprise of being completely filled by his 
mammoth penis macie her tense up in a desperate attempt to stop the final 
humiliation. She was helpless, and she felt like she was hanging from the 
end of his groin, suspended by the fleshy pole buried deep inside her belly. 
It was the final blow to her ego, the final blow to all that she had dreamed 
about in her imagination of the very first time she would have her body 
fully used by a man. Her womb ached from the rubbery fleshed head of his 
hardness pressed into her cervix, and she raised her head to look down 
between their cock and vagina joined bodies. His pubic hair was tangled 
tightly together with the lighter hair covering her wide splayed pussy, and 
it staggered her imagination to believe that his giant cock was now buried 
all the way up inside her proud young body. 

The pressure in his balls was getting out of control, but Bob fought off his 
tremendous desire to cum. He was too excited by the sensation of having his 
whole long cock in the warm depths of her slickly clasping cuntal passage. 
It was better than he had hoped for, far better then anything he knew. 
Flexing his cock several times in an attempt to hold back his mounting 
climax didn't help very much at all. Carol only moaned from her pained 
humiliation, and otherwise there was no response from her. He couldn't wait 
for her to come to any adjustment, and he had to immediately start fucking 
his huge cock in and out of her freshly stretched vaginal passage. Pulling 
his hips back slowly at first, he drew back the glistening hardness from the 
depths of her womb until only the thick swollen head remained inside, then 
with greater speed he plunged it unerringly back into the warm buttery 
depths of her cunt. 

"Oooohhhh! Pleaseeeee! Bobbbbb! OH! OH!" She chanted her discomfort to no 
avail, as he began to unmercifully pound her battered loins with long hard 
stabs of his excited rod. She was feeling nothing but shame and frustration 
at the situation, as he hadn't even waited for her to adjust to his huge 
size. She couldn't understand why he was being so cruel, and that thought 
dominated her mind to such a degree that she didn't consciously notice the 
slowly igniting flame in the pit of her belly. If things had been done in 
almost any other way, she would have immediately realized that his now 
rhythmically fucking cock was actually beginning to feel really good. 

The tight, liquid smooth walls of her cunt seemed to part before and wrap 
warmly around his driving cock as he shoved his hips forward in a powerful 
downward thrust. He was fucking her as hard and fast as he could, to make up 
for all the frustrating nights he had longed to do it to her. Each deep, 
swift moving plunge of his long column was like a blow that released his 
pent-up emotions, and the strains of having her stop his advances on the 
many occasions before that moment were eased. It was as though he had 
finally completed an act he had begun several months before, and he was 
furiously making up for lost time. She was squealing and groaning loudly 
with each stroke of his lewdly throbbing cock, and he looked down at her 
beautiful writhing body as he battered his way hotly into the nakedly 
clenching little hole up between her open thighs. Her legs were locked 
around his hips, making it hard work for him to fuck her as fast as he 
wanted to, but he could clearly see the inner pinkness of her tightly 
clinging cunt lips as his fleshy moistened rod slid hotly up into her open 
depths. The slid hotly up into her open depths. The outer elastic-like ring 
of tenderly giving flesh seemed to flow in with his in-stroke, and then it 
would roll back out as he withdrew his excited pistoning cock. Her hot 
little cunt was clasping his cock so tightly that he felt he could feel his 
blood swirling around all the way up inside his balls and he fucked deep 
down into the depths of her cunt with such force that he lifted her buttocks 
up off the bed. His balls swung freely, slamming against the open crevice of 
the softly rounded moons with a loud smacking noise, and her breasts seemed 
to respond by bouncing up toward the top of the bed. Her long blonde hair 
was spilling all around her head as she rolled from side to side, and he was 
convinced he had never seen a more sensual woman in his life. Her eyes were 
staring smokily up as though she could see nothing, but her tongue seemed to 
flash out through her red, parted lips like a snake gasping for air. And 
Bob, aroused by her panting, worked his hands down under the smoothly 
rounded cheeks of her buttocks to cup them and her crotch hungrily up 
tighter to his vicious thrusts. 

The incessant pounding in her vagina was like punishment for something she 
didn't understand, and she wanted to cry out from the frustrations it 
caused. She couldn't enjoy it even though she wanted to, because if she did, 
it would be like showing him that she approved of his methods in bed. She 
couldn't let herself believe that was the way sex was to be performed, it 
just didn't seem possible, so she tried to shut out the growing sensations 
in her womb from her mind in a self protest to the way she was being 
treated. Yet Carol had to raise her head momentarily and look down between 
her full ripe breasts at the huge male penis sliding in and out of her 
wide-stretched vagina. It was wet and glistening from her cuntal juices as 
it pulled from the whiteness of her belly, and when it plunged up inside 
again, she could see his large sperm-filled balls smack hard into her 
upturned buttocks just before the hard, fleshy column was completely filling 
her again. He drove up in between her widespread thighs with such force that 
she felt it like a shock wave running through her body, and her breasts were 
shaking wildly from the impact. It actually felt good, almost too good, but 
it looked cruel and horrid at the moment, she thought helplessly. He was 
having his will with her body without any regard to her own pleasure, and it 
angered her. She wanted to please him, but she had always believed the best 
way to do that was for a woman to be pleased and satisfied herself. Instead, 
she felt she was being fucked, and that was the word, fucked, like nothing 
more than a common whore off the streets would be, and rather brutally at 
that. 

Then, as if it were Carol's lack of response, or the insane desire to 
completely have all of her, Bob decided to push for more. Her buttocks felt 
warm and soft in his hand, but he was imagining the look of the tiny 
puckered orifice hidden teasingly and mysteriously up between their hotly 
trembling cheeks, just below the tight fleshy warmth of her cunt. Extending 
his middle finger, he pushed in between her buttocks cheeks, feeling the 
smooth hairless skin of the softly yielding valley leading to her anus. He 
wanted to touch it, feel the tight texture of her ass-hole with his finger, 
and possibly he was making an unconscious effort to make her react. The 
moment his fingertip made contact with the tightly puckered little opening, 
he pushed hard against it, causing Carol to moan in surprised response. The 
elastic-like ring of warmly pulsating flesh seemed to loosen and tighten in 
time to the fucking of his cock in and out of her cunt just above it, and he 
twisted it around up to the first knuckle, screwing it hotly up into the 
rubbery mouth of her hairless little anus. 

"Ugggggh! Oohhhhhh! Ooouuuuuu!" Carol groaned from the sensation of his 
unnatural probing of her defenseless anus, and she was even more confused by 
the added instrument working at her loins. It seemed like she was about to 
again feel the pain of virgin entry as he worked his finger teasingly around 
the tiny exposed opening, but at the same time she felt strangely excited by 
the nakedness and total vulnerability of her every sexual opening. 

"Oooouuuuuuuuu!" Carol gasped when suddenly he pressed up and slipped his 
finger hard into the tightly resisting orifice, his finger sinking to the 
first knuckle, held tightly by the warmth of her rectum. He could feel the 
hardness of his cock sawing in and out of her cuntal passage through the 
thinly dividing membrane separating the two passages, and he probed deeper, 
driving his digit deeper into the rubbery depths to the second knuckle. 

"Uuuuggggghhhhhh! Pleaseeeeee!" She was confused by the pain of his entry, 
but there was something new, something almost masochistic in the pleasure 
that poured through her body. Her total exposure and openness to his assault 
was taking on a new experience of sensation, and she twisted her buttocks 
back onto his finger without really understanding why. He suddenly shoved 
his finger down until his palm was pressed hard against her wide-spread 
buttocks, his second assault deep inside the hot, rubbery depths of her 
rectum. Almost immediately, he began to saw his finger in and out of her 
anal passage in time to the intense motion of his long cock in her cunt, and 
she squirmed on the bed beneath him, her anguish suddenly taking second 
place to the vibrant pleasures filling her groin. He was debasing her, using 
her openings completely, as if she was sexually available to anything he 
might desire, and the hard thrusts in her battered loins suddenly seemed to 
force her to recognize what was happening. 

At an instant in time that was only distinguishable by a momentary flash in 
her mind, she felt the complete pleasure she wanted, in a masochistic 
awareness of her entire body. She realized in that second there was 
something of great pleasure to be had from being fucked like a whore, and 
she wanted to know the heights of that pleasure now, in spite of her anger 
with her fianc''s rough treatment. It was a discovery of the growing burning 
sensations in her womb that seemed to emanate from her entire body as it 
became more and more intense. She thought she could feel her clitoris 
beating with pleasures that danced electrically over every nerve in her 
pounded body, and somehow she knew that it was going to get better and 
better. She was sure that she was on her way to a climax, having an orgasm, 
and almost magically she found she was working her hips up and down in the 
frenzied rhythms which Bob beat hotly in her cunt and anus. 

"Aaaaahhhhh! Ooooohhhh! Yyyyeeeesssssss!" She mewed with newly discovered 
pleasure echoing in her passion-torn cunt. Her change appeared ever so 
slightly, becoming the sensual woman that Bob wanted, and slowly she was 
beginning to respond to his fucking. The warm, strong muscle in her rectum 
began to slowly, hesitantly, pull and work at his screwing finger, wanting 
it deep as he drove it through the tight spongy grasp of her anus. Her whole 
body was coming to life, her buttocks grinding under the smoothly steaming 
plunges of his throbbing member, raising themselves up to his deepest 
drives, then gripping his hips tightly between her firmly locked thighs as 
if not wanting him to leave her again. She pulled her legs up, opening her 
loins even wider to his hard thrusts, and she arched her hips up to meet 
him, twisting and mewing as if enchanted by the hard fleshy column shoved 
deep in her burning cunt. 

"Ooohh! Goddddd! Yeessssss!" 

It was too much, and suddenly the processes were set into motion that Bob 
couldn't stop. She looked so wildly wanton squirming passionately beneath 
him, that his balls, suddenly and without warning, exploded like hand 
grenades and the white hot cum began its sensation giving dash toward the 
blood-filled head of his cock. Slamming his hips forward to completely bury 
the wildly jerking head deeper up inside her burning womb, he arched his 
back and threw his head up as the first pleasurable blast of his climax 
burst into her cunt. He couldn't hold it back, and his cock swelled up to 
huge proportions as it fired out the stored-up liquid with tremendous jerks. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhh! Godddddddddd! I'm ... I'mmmmmmmmmm!" the crazily twisting 
young girl didn't know what to think as she felt the hot blast of liquid 
strike far up into the depths of her belly, and she thrilled to the 
sensation of the hugely swollen penis as it jerked and throbbed out again 
and again, firing its lavalike jets deep up inside her hungrily clasping 
cunt. It was like it had suddenly triggered an emotion she was unaware of, a 
startling realization that she was able to fly after all. Her mind swam with 
a thousand lewd images as she kicked her legs out impossibly wide, jamming 
her cunt up hard onto Bob's groin as her belly seemed to explode in response 
to his lewdly spewing instrument. His finger buried deep in her rectum 
seemed only to intensify every thing she felt, and she wanted it all, again 
and again and again. 

"Ooohh honey!" Bob groaned as his balls seemed to shoot right on past the 
head of his cock, his mind deep within the depths of her tightly clasping 
cunt, and the hot liquid surrounding his throbbing member suddenly gushed 
out around the thick base, matting down his pubic hair before running slowly 
down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks over his deeply buried finger 
in her anus. His cock was like an insane beast spitting at its prey, filling 
Carol's pussy with his churning white-hot cum until it overflowed, mingling 
lewdly together with the whitely cascading juices of her own orgasm. At that 
moment they were one, coupled in a steaming mass of passion that neither one 
of them had even known existed before. 

"Ooooooh God, darling! Oooooh God!" She groaned and grunted as her belly 
rippled with the pleasure she had tried to deny herself, and she was lost in 
the frenzied heat of complete sexual enlightenment She was suspended for 
several moments on a precipice of teetering ecstasy, her cunt welded hotly 
to the hard fleshy column squirting hot liquid into her belly, and she could 
not deny the sheer pleasure it gave her. She was a woman, complete and 
fulfilled no matter how it had occurred, and she wanted it to go on forever. 

For several moments, his cock continued spewing out his whitely flowing 
sperm, filling her passage with lewd spasms of erotic delight as it traveled 
up the full length of his rod, then splashing out the dilated tip to strike 
wetly back against her cervix. But then, he was exhausted, spent, and his 
arms felt like they could no longer hold anything. He fell heavily on top of 
Carol's still nakedly writhing body, pulling his finger noisily from her 
anus as he gasped for air. 

It was over, but she didn't want it to stop. Grinding her slipperily 
perspiring buttocks frantically against his deflating cock, she tried to 
milk more life from his semen-drained balls, but it was no use. Slowly the 
spasms in her belly died down, and she was again reminded of the way she had 
been so selfishly assaulted. Her excitement had made her forget her anger, 
but then she was remembering that he bad been brutal. She had lost her 
virginity to her fianc', as she had wanted, except for the method, and she 
wondered if she had driven him to it. 

"I'm sorry," Bob panted through his gasping breath, and only then did she 
realize that he felt wrong. Her body suddenly began to ache instead of 
tingle with pleasure, and she moaned feeling the softness of his deflated 
cock still trapped limply up inside her now forever stretched vagina. 
Something inside her told her to be hurt and angry, and she looked into his 
eyes while beginning to sob. He should feel guilty for what he'd done to 
her, she thought. He'd robbed her of her virginity before their wedding, and 
brutally in spite of the fact that she had enjoyed part it and even led him 
on to do it. 

"Go away! Leave me alone!" Carol said suddenly, the words coming out like 
sharp blades intended to injure. 

Not really understanding what she was sobbing over, Bob rolled off of her 
body, his cock pulling from her satiated cunt with a soft, wet, whooshing 
noise that seemed to accent all that had happened. A thin string of cum 
clung to the tip of his deflated penis, running like a web to the thin 
blonde strands of her pubic hair as a lewd reminder of his recently 
unleashed orgasm. He looked at her, wanting to explain all of his pent-up 
emotions, his excitement over her suggestion of seeing her nude, but the 
look in her eyes told him that nothing would help right then. Moving 
quickly, he pulled his pants up, sloppily tucking his shirt into his 
trousers before going to pick up his coat from where he'd dropped it. He was 
completely sober now, and reaching the door, he turned to say something to 
Carol, but she only rolled over on her side, turning her sexy naked back to 
him. 

"I'll call you tomorrow," he said simply. He was afraid to say anything else 
for fear of raising her wrath. 

"I have to think, Bob. Leave me alone!" Carol waited until she heard the 
door slam, then she turned onto her back, her hand instantly touching the 
tender spots on her breasts. They were a little sore, but not sore enough to 
blot out the tiny fluttering sensations of her first orgasm that still 
lingered in her belly. She had Bob for sure now, and there was no question 
in her mind that he would be careful not to do anything she complained about 
in the future. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"I'm so relieved to have all my finals over with, you can't imagine!" Carol 
said into the receiver. "I feel like I could celebrate for a week!" 

"Well, well have to put off the celebration for a couple of days anyway, but 
I promise the wait will be worth it!" Bob's voice sounded more than sincere, 
as it had for the past month. 

"Do you have to study for that old exam tonight? Couldn't you put it off 
just this once?" she pleaded. 

"That old exam is what I've been going to law school for all this time. 
Honey, you know how important it is for me to pass the bar the first time! 
Don't make it any harder on me. I want to go out tonight just as much as you 
do!" 

"I know," she said weakly. "I'm just mad that it it has to come around at 
this time. I want you to pass it too, you know. I can wait to celebrate, 
honest!" She tried to keep the hurt out of her voice, as she really didn't 
want him to feel bad about having to study. The bar was the most important 
thing in front of them now that her finals were over, and the sooner Bob 
passed it, the sooner they would be married. It had just been so difficult 
the last few weeks for her, but she didn't dare let him know it. 

"I know you can, but I'm sorry it's necessary. I'll give you a call 
tomorrow, baby!" His voice was almost questioning, like he wanted her 
approval. 

"Bob!" She wanted to say it. Tell him what had been bothering her for so 
long. "Yeah?" 

"Don't study too hard," she said, her real feelings still concealed in 
forced joviality. "O.K. Bye." 

"Bye!" 

Carol put down the phone slowly, her mind still on the things she had been 
unable to say. It had been all her fault, she knew, but she had hoped that 
he would somehow undo all the stupid things she'd done. She was feeling 
frustrated, and she wondered why she had told him, no tricked him into doing 
as she asked. 

It had been nearly a month since the night he had seduced her or put an end 
to her virginity, as Carol liked to think of it. Her anger had gotten the 
better of her reason, and the following day she had made Bob promise not to 
try anything "physical" again until they were married. She had been ashamed 
of the way everything happened, especially since she had enjoyed it so much, 
and without really thinking about the effect it would have on her too, she 
had just told him that in a weak moment. She knew it was only because she 
had made him feel bad that he'd agreed to go along with her request, and as 
time passed, it was increasingly more difficult to undo. Many times she had 
wanted him to take her in his arms, and then carry her to the bed, just like 
he'd done on her birthday. 

"Damn!" she said jumping up. She knew what was going to happen if she stayed 
around her apartment that evening, and she also knew that it wasn't going to 
do any good. She had tried many times to relieve the lewdly haunting 
pressures down between her thighs with her finger, but since that night with 
Bob, she couldn't achieve what he had done so magnificently with his cock. 
So many times she wanted to let him fuck her again, ram his big penis into 
her burning vagina to give her the pleasures her body was demanding, but she 
had made him promise to wait until marriage. She couldn't think of any way 
she could gracefully rescind her statement, back down without seeming like a 
complete fool. 

Pacing back and forth in the small studio room of her apartment, she tried 
to will the hotly tingling sensation in her pussy out of her mind. It seemed 
to occur every time she saw or talked to Bob anymore, and she knew that she 
would go crazy if something wasn't done about it soon. After the bar exam 
was over, she knew that she could back down, give the appearance that she 
was giving in to him as a way of celebrating the end of the last obstacle to 
their marriage, but that was still several days off. In the mean time she 
was going to be left alone, as he had to study, and study hard if he was 
going to pass it. 

Avoiding her reflection in the mirror on the open door to her bathroom, 
Carol considered how she might find temporary satisfaction. Two, even three 
fingers did not do what she wanted to feel, as it was just not the same as 
having his full weight on top of her naked body, his long, viriley pulsating 
cock driving in and out of her pussy like a pile-driver. That experience on 
her birthday had opened her eyes to the sensations of a real orgasm, and she 
couldn't be satisfied with anything less. 

Stopping her pacing, Carol knew one thing was certain. She was going to have 
to get out of her apartment that evening, or she would go crazy from 
thinking. She had to do something that would keep her mind off of her body, 
and she considered going to a movie. Walking over to the desk, she picked up 
the newspaper and thumbed through it until she found the entertainment 
section. As she studied the numerous listings of theaters, she realized that 
going to a show by herself wouldn't help keep her mind off of Bob, so she 
set the paper down again. But, the image of an ad on the entertainment page 
stuck in her mind, and she picked up the paper to look and see what it was. 

There were several listings of nightclubs and bars along the side of the 
page, and the name of one of them reminded her why she had noticed it. It 
was a place that an old girl friend from Corvalis worked as a cocktail 
waitress. Vicky Richards worked there, she was certain. Carol had run into 
Vicky quite by accident one afternoon on Sunset Boulevard, and it was as if 
they were both back in Corvalis. It had been a chance meeting, and Carol 
never really had the opportunity to find out how Vicky had come to be there. 
Vicky had been on her way to work, and she told Carol to come by for a drink 
and chat when she had more time. It had been just before her birthday, and 
Carol had completely forgotten about it since then. The bar in the 
advertisement was the name of the place Vicky worked, and Carol knew that 
she had found something to do that evening. She was sure Vicky would 
understand why she hadn't come by sooner, what with finals and all, and 
Vicky had assured her that it was O.K. for single, unescorted girls to come 
in to the place. It was the perfect solution. 

Turning to look at herself in the mirror, she checked to see if she looked 
all right for going out. She was wearing a leather mini skirt and burnt 
orange sweater with a slightly deep "V" neck, but she remembered that people 
dressed rather casually at clubs on the "Strip", She decided she looked 
acceptable, and she went to the closet to get her coat. Before putting it 
on, Carol remembered how warm it was getting that close to the summer, and 
she decided to leave the coat behind. After brushing out her long blonde 
hair and checking the amount of money in her purse, she glanced at herself 
once more in the mirror, then went out the door. 

While driving up toward Sunset, Carol wondered why she had been so 
preoccupied with her appearance, as she was only going-out to chat with an 
old girl-friend, but she reasoned that she should after all look proper no 
matter what her reason for going out. Since her birthday, she hadn't yet 
gone into a nightclub for a drink by herself, and the idea was somehow 
exciting to her. She was twenty-one, legal, and it was high time she took 
advantage of that fact. The few times she had gone into bars with Bob before 
her birthday had always made her nervous, as she continually expected 
someone to ask her for identification. With Bob, she had been lucky, but she 
knew then that she would never be served if she was alone. Now all that was 
changed, as she could produce the proof of her age, twenty-one. 

Finding a parking place proved harder than 

Carol would have thought, and she ended up having to leave her car several 
blocks from the club she was going to. The street was crowded with people, 
some hurrying as if they had to get somewhere important, and some just 
standing around watching the hurrying people. It was warm out, and Carol 
found the stroll both interesting and pleasant. When she finally reached the 
bar where Vicky worked, she hesitated as she noticed the large sign out in 
front. In big capital letters was the single word, 'Topless". 

She had heard about clubs like that, but she had never had the opportunity 
to go in one, and shrugging her shoulders she walked in the large door. 
Beyond a black partition, Carol found she was staring at a girl, nearly 
naked, dancing slowly behind a long bar. She was surprised at how few people 
were in the place, and she would have felt better walking into a larger 
crowd. She almost started to leave when someone called her name. 

"Carol! Hey!" 

A girl wearing brief bikini pants and a kind of shortie see-through top was 
walking across the long room toward her, and for a moment Carol didn't 
recognize that it was Vicky. 

She knew Vicky was about her same age, maybe six or eight months older, but 
right then she looked more sexually sophisticated than Carol thought 
possible. Her long, dark brown hair hung down almost to her shapely round 
buttocks, and there was a look about her face that showed her far more 
worldly wise than Carol. Her eyes were dark, a little heavy on the make-up, 
and her mouth was pertly heart-shaped, red and sexy. More than anything 
else, Carol noticed that her large, firmly shaped breasts were plainly 
visible under the sheer fabric of the shortie top. 

"Hi, Vicky!" she said, lost for any other words at the moment. She thought 
if Vicky's long shapely legs weren't so white in contrast to the tiny bikini 
pants, she would look like she was completely naked underneath the 
see-through top. 

"Well, you finally made it! You alone?" Vicky said as she took Carol's hand 
and pulled her toward the bar. "Come on, business is slow tonight, so we can 
talk!" 

"You look nice," she said as she was led to a seat near the end of the bar, 
but then she was sorry she had said it. She thought it a rather stupid 
comment under the circumstances, but Vicky smiled in response. 

"Thanks, so do you! It's nice to see old friends from Corvallis once in a 
while. Beats the hell out of the creeps you see in this place!" She was 
really overjoyed at seeing Carol, it was obvious, and she turned toward the 
bartender. "Bill, this is an old friend of mine from Oregon, Carol! Why 
don't you buy her a drink?" 

"Hi, Carol, sure! What'll you have?" The bartender was obviously bored with 
everything going on around him, and Carol almost felt like she was some kind 
of relief in their routine work. 

"Do you make anything with rum?" She was not really sure what she wanted to 
have, but she remembered the scorpion she'd had on her birthday. 

"You name it baby!" 

"Can you make a scorpion!? " she asked a little incredulously. The place 
didn't seem at all like the type to serve exotic drinks. 

"For you, I'll try anything," Bill replied, and he went off down the bar in 
search of ingredients. 

"So where've you been since I saw you on the strip?" Vicky was leaning up 
against a chrome pipe that curved up over the edge of the bar, a symbolic 
separation of the service area. She was really quite attractive, and Carol 
wondered if she too went up behind the bar to dance. 

"Finals. Lots of finals," Carol said in answer to her question. She started 
to say more, but Vicky interrupted her before she could speak. 

"I'd forgotten you were going to school." There was a trace of bitterness in 
her voice, as if she was remembering something in the past. 

"Not anymore I don't!" Carol said quickly. Then she added, "Graduation's in 
a week!" 

"Any plans after that?" Vicky asked, and she smiled at Carol, her warmth 
returning. 

"Marriage ... well, who knows?" she answered. She meant that she wasn't sure 
what she was going to do after she and Bob had settled down, but it came out 
sounding like she wasn't sure about getting married. Before she could go on, 
the bartender returned with a large glass. 

"One special scorpion! Perhaps not exactly the same as you've had else 
where, but loaded none the less!" He placed the glass in front of her with a 
flourish, and she was honored by the attention. As if completing a contract, 
she picked up the glass, carefully sipping down some of the contents, and 
with an approving smile, she sipped down some more. 

"Mmmmm! That's good! Thank you!" She was serious, as the drink made her feel 
refreshed and warmed at the same time. She had thought on entering the place 
that she was destined to be uncomfortable, but sitting there at the bar with 
the drink in her hand made her feel more at ease. The music was loud, almost 
loud enough to make it necessary to shout to be heard, but it was also 
exciting and captivating, a rhythm or beat that seemed totally involved with 
the sexy looking girl dancing behind the bar. The girl was wearing nothing 
but the same type of bikini pants that Vicky wore, and although she looked a 
little bored with her efforts, she was obviously enjoying the attention she 
was getting from a couple of men further down the bar. Carol couldn't help 
comparing the voluptuous girl's body with her own, and she felt a tinge of 
jealousy, though unnecessarily. The music was almost finished, and she 
turned back toward Vicky, nearly falling off the bar stool in the process. 
Vicky was pulling off the shortie top, her breasts full and naked, not three 
feet from Carol. 

"I've got to do the next number to give Prudence a break," she explained 
seeing the surprised look on Carol's face. So Vicky did dance half-naked 
after all, Carol thought. 

"I'll be here when you get through," she said, not really knowing what else 
to say. She watched as Vicky climbed up a small set of stairs leading to the 
ramp behind the bar, and she was amazed at how unselfconscious Vicky seemed, 
even though nude, or practically nude. The music finished, and the other 
girl, Prudence was really her name? Carol wondered, walked quickly to the 
small stairs and out through a door. 

"Don't like it huh?" Bill said as he came up in front of her to pick-up used 
glasses off a tray. 

"Oh, no! I like it very much!" she protested, looking at her half full 
glass. 

"Well, I've got another one on its way, so you better drink up!" Bill 
smiled, then he walked back down the long bar. 

She was pleased to be treated like a special guest, and she took large 
swallows of the drink to "catch-up". It was making her feel good, and when a 
new record started playing, she directed her attention to where Vicky was 
beginning to dance. Her movements were sensual and enticing, like she was 
beckoning anyone in the place to come up and play with her lush young body. 
Carol was really impressed and surprised just how sexy Vicky could act, and 
she mentally pictured her writhing like that on a bed. There was no doubt in 
her mind that Vicky had been highly experienced in the ways of sex long 
before herself, and she again felt a tinge of jealousy, seeing the obvious 
excitement in Vicky's eyes. 

It was difficult to imagine, but Carol tried to understand how she would 
feel dancing half-naked in front of strangers. She thought it could be very 
exciting in some ways, but then she also felt that she would never be able 
to face herself if she tried such a thing. She was sure she would blush from 
head to toe the moment she got on the stage, and she had to admire Vicky for 
her apparent coolness and skill. She seemed to know exactly what to do, 
every motion designed to seduce or arouse every man in the audience, and 
maybe even the women in the audience too! Carol carefully studied her 
motions, noting that she even used her tongue to sensually lick at her full, 
sexually pouting lips, as if she was getting ready to have an orgasm. It was 
almost wanton and lewd the way Vicky spread her legs apart, flicking her 
hips forward at the audience as if daring them to look up between her white 
inner thighs. Her flat sexy belly seemed to roll with passion as she moved 
her entire body in slowly building rhythmic waves of practiced lust. It was 
a stimulating sight to Carol, even though she was a woman too, and without 
really being aware of it, she stared at the sheer, sexual image that Vicky 
created on the stage. She was so engrossed in it, that she didn't even 
notice the tall man sitting down at the bar next to her. 

"Here ya go, Carol!" the bartender said placing a fresh drink in front of 
her. He interrupted her thoughts long enough for her to thank him, and she 
realized that he was already turning to the man next to her. 

"Chuck ... what'll you have?" 

Feeling a little silly for having been so engrossed in Vicky's dancing, 
Carol glanced at the man next to her, surprised that she hadn't even noticed 
his sitting down. He was young, in his middle twenties she guessed, and he 
was remarkably good looking in a niggled sort of way. His hair was almost 
down to his collar, and although he was dressed rather casually, on him his 
clothed looked formal. Carol wondered if he was an actor or male model, as 
that was the first impression she had. He seemed to know the bartender quite 
well, as he asked for a "usual" drink, and she was particularly taken by the 
permanent smile that seemed to be etched on his handsome face. 

"How is it this time?" Bill questioned as he placed a drink in front of the 
man. 

"Fine, thank you," Carol replied, and she smiled at the bartender, grateful 
for the attention. 

"Meet Chuck!" he said motioning to the man next to her. "This is Carol. 
She's a friend of Vicky's!" 

Carol was a little taken aback by Bill's introduction, but she half turned 
to face Chuck. "Hello!" The way he was looking at her made her feel like she 
was blushing. 

"A pleasure! I didn't realize Vicky had such attractive friends." Chuck held 
out his right hand, and Carol took it in hers. His look and actions were 
very suave, and she had to look down to keep from showing embarrassment. It 
was almost as if he were approvingly appraising her body. 

"I'm not so sure she does," Carol replied modestly. She picked up her drink 
and sipped from it, almost afraid to continue further conversation with 
Chuck. He was too charming, and it somehow made her feel as naked as Vicky. 
The atmosphere of the place seemed to her to be sexual enough without the 
addition of a virile man, and she was highly aware of her body as a result. 
She was remembering her original reason for going out at all that evening, 
and now she was in the company of numerous reminders. 

"Have you known Vicky long," Chuck said, ignoring her comment as if it 
wasn't worth arguing. 

"Yes, many years," she replied. She thought that would stop him from going 
on, but he began to talk as if they had known each other the same length of 
time. He was so casual in his approach that she couldn't ignore him, and 
after a few moments, she found him to be very interesting. She didn't even 
realize that Vicky had finished dancing and come off the stage. She was 
putting her shortie top on when she interrupted them. 

"So you've met each other I see! Hi, Chuck, how are ya?" Vicky said moving 
between them. 

"Hi ya, babe!" He put his arm around her narrow waist, pulling her soft body 
against him. 

"O.K. wise guy. I hope you're not talking Carol's ears off. She came to 
visit with me, you know." She was smiling, knowing she was no competition 
for him. She pushed away from his grip, seeing some customers walking into 
the place, and nodded her head toward Carol to excuse herself. "He's all 
right most of the time. "I've got to get to work now, so hold down the 
fort!" 

"Get busy!" Chuck said, his hand patting her lightly on her round buttocks. 
She giggled as she picked up her tray and headed toward a table of new 
arrivals. 

Carol watched Vicky and Chuck, wondering if he and she were going together, 
and she decided to pry to satisfy her curiosity. "You two been going 
together long?" she asked casually. 

"If we were, I think my roommate would have something to say about it," he 
replied quickly. "They've been making it together for months now." 

She was a little shocked by his direct response, but she tried to cover her 
innocence by taking a sip from her drink. It was beginning to hit her, and 
she felt more daring than she had since her birthday. She felt a little 
envious of Vicky's manner and experience, a point that she herself had tried 
to reach when she first came to Los Angeles ... now she was surrounded by 
the images and sounds of all those things, and it was stimulating and 
exciting to be out among them. When Vicky returned to the service bar for 
drinks, she commented about things that Carol had thought were only talked 
about in private, and at the same time, Chuck was talking about things one 
could learn from watching people. It turned out that he was in fact a 
sometimes actor, and Carol found him to be not only charming, but witty. 
Between Vicky and Chuck and the numerous drinks that Bill continued placing 
in front of her, she became completely absorbed in the activity around her. 
Before she knew it, the bar was closing, and she was being asked to join 
Vicky and Chuck at a party at his house. 

"There's something going on there all the time, especially after the bars 
close," Vicky said trying to encourage Carol. "Jack and Chuck have a neat 
place just above the strip. It's only five minutes from here. Come along, I 
think you'll have fun!" 

Carol would ordinarily have refused the invitation, but the drinks had 
loosened her to the 

"point that she felt daring. What the hell, Bob was studying and too busy to 
go out with her, so she had to find entertainment for herself. It wasn't 
like she was going on a date, just joining her old girl friend for an 
after-hours party. She said yes, that she would enjoy going with them. It 
all seemed innocent enough anyway, and Chuck had proved to be good company. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The house turned out to be one large party pad, everything in the place 
seeming to be designed for entertainment. There was a long bar across one 
end of the living room, a huge fireplace with chairs grouped around it in 
the corner, and a balcony opposite the bar that had a tremendous view of the 
city below. What surprised Carol more than anything else, however, was the 
bulk of the furnishings. With the exception of the chairs around the 
fireplace, the rest of the room had nothing but giant pillows spread out 
around the floor. 

She had to step over ashtrays and glasses placed on the carpeting, as well 
as numerous couples stretched out on the pillows. There really was quite a 
party going on, and it seemed like none she had ever been to in her life. 
There was music blaring from a built-in stereo somewhere, and the people 
there seemed to be from all sorts of different backgrounds. They were 
talking and drinking and dancing, but the ones Carol noticed first were the 
ones in various embraces, stretched out on the pillows as if no one was 
around to notice. Chuck and Vicky greeted many people as they lead her 
toward a tall red-haired man standing next to the bar. 

"Carol, this is Jack!" Vicky said as she grabbed the tall man around his 
waist. Jack kissed her, then he looked at Carol, and smiled. 

"Hi, Carol. She never told me you were this beautiful," he said, and much to 
Carol's astonishment, he took her in his arms, kissing her too! 

It was more than a friendly kiss, but Carol just assumed he was greeting her 
as an old friend of Vicky's. She didn't know exactly how to react, but Vicky 
obviously didn't object, so she laughed it off. "Nice to meet you, Jack!" 
she said breathlessly. Then they all laughed, and she felt comfortable 
again. Chuck was already behind the bar mixing drinks, and he handed one to 
Carol before she could say another word. She tasted it, but she had decided 
that she shouldn't drink anymore. To be polite, she thanked Chuck for the 
drink, then just held it as he again joined her. 

"Come on, I want you to see the balcony!" he said, slipping his arm around 
her waist, and she felt a slight warning shudder ripple through her as goose 
bumps covered her arms. His touch seemed to run right through her sweater, 
and she was extremely conscious of her body all of a sudden. She guessed it 
to be a result of all the liquor she'd consumed, and she made a mental note 
to remember not to drink anymore. 

The city lights were beautiful, and the warm air was like a sheath of 
stimulating sensations caressing her body. Chuck kept his arm around her 
waist as he pointed with his drink toward the various landmarks below. The 
way he held her seemed innocent enough, and she didn't give Bob a second 
thought since deciding to go to the party. It was nice being in a crowd of 
people, and she figured she was celebrating the completion of her finals in 
her own private way. When they walked back inside the living room, someone 
called to them from the darkest corner of the room, away from the brightly 
burning fireplace. 

"Over here, Chuck!" 

They walked to the direction of the voice, stepping over several couples as 
they went, and then they saw Vicky and Jack stretched out on a large yellow 
pillow. Jack was waving a funny looking pipe, and Chuck grinned openly. He 
led Carol to another pillow a few feet from Jack and Vicky, taking the pipe 
from Jack as they joined them. 

"Smells great! Where'd this come from?" Chuck said quickly, not really 
caring for an answer. 

"Morocco?" Jack said, and he laughed. Vicky was snuggled close to him, and 
he faced her, nuzzling her neck with his nose. 

Carol didn't understand what was going on at all, but she sat down on the 
pillow, being careful to place her nearly full drink on the floor beside 
her. It seemed odd to be sitting so close to Vicky and her boy-friend as 
they fondled one another so openly, but she tried to act nonchalant to it 
all. Chuck sat down beside her, all the while holding the strange pipe in 
his hand like it was made of gold. Carol watched as he carefully took a long 
drag from the slightly smoking device, and she only then got a whiff of its 
strange perfumed odor. He held the smoke in his lungs, and when he finally 
exhaled, there didn't appear to be any smoke coming from his mouth. 

"Do you smoke?" he asked smiling. 

"Sometimes," Carol answered. She thought he was referring to cigarettes, and 
once in a while she would smoke one with Bob. 

"Try this! Don't inhale too much," he said, handing the odd pipe over to 
Carol. She was a little hesitant to do as he suggested, but she wanted to 
fit in with the party, so she put the pipe to her mouth. Inhaling slowly, 
she immediately tasted a sweetness that seemed like nothing she'd ever 
smoked before, and she dragged deeper, the smoke suddenly burning her 
throat. She caught her breath from the sudden heat, and held it to keep from 
coughing. The result was almost dizzying, and she quickly handed the pipe 
back to Chuck. 

"God, that's strong!" she said honestly. She was afraid to ask what it was 
for fear of appearing ignorant. She had seen that Vicky was smoking it, and 
she felt if her girlfriend smoked it, it had to be all right. Chuck was 
taking another drag, but when he handed the pipe back to her, he cautioned 
her again. 

"Not so much this time! It'll taste much better!" he said, and she took the 
pipe, doing as he suggested. She exhaled the smoke immediately, and it did 
taste much better in the lesser amount. 

"Hold it in your lungs for a while," he instructed. "You can feel the 
effects sooner that way! 

Doing as told, she took another drag of the sweet scented smoke, holding it 
in her lungs, and she did begin to feel an effect. It was like she was 
suddenly more aware of her whole person, like she had melted into the pillow 
on the floor, and she could feel every part of its contact with her body. It 
didn't occur to her until she had taken yet another drag, just what it was 
Chuck had been talking about. She had heard about it often enough, but it 
was her first experience at trying it. The thought frightened her, and she 
gathered the courage to ask Chuck about it. She wanted to confirm her 
suspicions. 

"What is this?" she asked, and she marveled at the distant sound of her own 
voice. 

"Hash! What'd you think?" he answered. He looked at her as if she might be 
kidding with him, and she quickly smiled, not wanting him to think her a 
dumb kid. She figured by Chuck's reaction that her ploy worked, as he smiled 
openly back at her, then took another drag from the pipe before handing it 
back to her. 

Her curiosity was aroused, more so than her fear of the hashish, and she 
pulled on the pipe, tasting the sweetness of the smoke traveling into her 
lungs. She felt sure that she could get up from the pillow at any time, and 
if necessary leave the party to go home. After all, she was with Vicky, and 
therefore she had no reason to fear anything. It was almost as if she was 
not the same person she had been even a few moments earlier, and that 
frightened her a bit though she didn't want to think about it then. The heat 
of the room was beginning to stimulate her hotly against her will. The only 
light from the distant fireplace cast strange glows on the walls and 
ceiling, as if the very room was dancing with the driving music from the 
stereo, and her body seemed to pulsate with it, the tempo increasing toward 
an infinite point. 

"Wow!" Carol heard herself say, and she giggled as Chuck nodded in response. 
She had almost forgotten about Vicky and Jack, but then she heard Vicky 
speaking. 

"Her, Jacko! How about putting on that dirty movie you're so hot for!" 

Carol looked over at the horizontal form of her girl-friend, and she was 
somewhat amazed to see that Vicky's skirt was almost up around her hips. 
What did surprise her completely, was that Vicky wasn't wearing and panties 
at all. It was like she was back in the night-club, dancing half naked, only 
this time she was doing it with no panties on and laying down. Carol quickly 
looked away, feeling like she was prying into Vicky's private life, and she 
watched as Jack jumped up and walked across the room. 

"Movie time!" Jack yelled, and he was answered with a number of approving 
shouts from the others in the large room. Carol didn't know what to think, 
and she didn't want to think at all. The smoke from the pipe had made her 
throat feel dry, and she picked up her drink, gulping down a huge amount of 
the cooling liquid. She thought she could feel it tingling through her body, 
and she drank more, feeling like she could never get enough. It wasn't until 
she set the empty glass down that she became aware of Chuck's hand around 
her shoulders. It seemed innocent enough, like a reminder that they were 
sharing some special secret, and Carol relaxed against his arm, knowing it 
didn't hurt anything. Her senses were fine tuned, alert and ripe for any 
sign of warmth, and the large pillow under her body seemed to press up into 
her loins, making a strangely sensuous contact with the soft lips of her 
vagina through her sheer panties. She turned her head toward Chuck, and his 
face was close, very close, moving like a descending sphere as his lips met 
hers. She wanted him to kiss her, press his mouth and tongue into her to 
draw out the raging heat that poured through her suddenly overly sensitive 
body. It lingered, held to a boiling pitch of passion that made her mind 
blank out what she knew was wrong. His tongue flicked into her open mouth, 
touching the roof of her mouth, like a hot poker, and she sucked on it 
hungrily, feeling a tantamount sense that she had never felt in a kiss 
before that moment. It was good, too good, and she pushed herself free, 
searching through the haze in her mind for something to say. Any excuse to 
stop the demanding heat. 

"I ... We ... Need another drink. I'm so thirsty, Chuck. Would you mind?" 
She didn't want to look directly at him for fear her true feelings would be 
discovered. 

"Good idea! I'll get them before the movie starts," he replied. It seemed as 
if he was grateful for her thinking of it, and he stood up withoug 
hesitation. He was already half-way across the room when Carol wondered what 
he had been talking about. There was to be a movie? Yes, she had heard Vicky 
say something about a movie to Jack, but it seemed hours earlier to her hash 
distorted mind. She turned back toward Vicky, and she smiled seeing that she 
was still comfortably entrenched on the yellow pillow. 

"What's this movie, Vicky?" she asked, still marveling at how distant her 
voice sounded. 

"Hot stuff, Carol. You'll like it," Vicky said smiling. It was like she 
wasn't really speaking to Carol though, as she was looking up at the 
ceiling, her eyes reflecting the flames from the fireplace. But Carol was 
relieved to see that Vicky's dress was down again, enough to cover the 
softly curling hairs of her pussy anyway, so she felt everything was all 
right. 

In a moment, Chuck reappeared out of the darkness of the room, carrying two 
glasses and the strange looking pipe. He sat down on the large pillow next 
to her before handing over the freshly filled glass, and then he held up his 
own glass as though to say thanks. 

"Good thinking! Don't want to run to the bar during the movie," he said, and 
he clinked his glass against hers. "I couldn't find the popcorn stand, so 
this will have to do." He held the pipe up, and smiled as if pleased with 
his suggestion. Popcorn did sound good at that moment! 

"That's much better," Carol said as she lowered the glass from her oddly 
trembling lips. The liquor was cool, if strong, and it had the pleasant 
effect of making her see Chuck in a different light. He had kissed her, and 
she had let him. But, she was somehow able to reason that it was not really 
hurting anything. It was kindness, a secret understanding formed in the 
privacy of a room full of people. She certainly wasn't being unfaithful to 
Bob by merely enjoying a harmless kiss from another boy who meant nothing to 
her. No, she had kissed many guys before Bob took away her virginity, and a 
little innocent kissing with Chuck was no more damning than that. Heck, they 
weren't married yet anyway! 

"Somebody turn down the stereo just a bit!" Jack's voice boomed out of the 
darkness from the opposite corner of the room, and some mysterious hand did 
as he asked, the music suddenly becoming quieter. "There isn't much sound in 
this film, but what it's got, is worth hearing!" 

Carol looked toward the direction of Jack's voice, and as she did, she saw a 
point of light flicker into whiteness. The projector was apparently across 
the room near the fireplace, and she had to turn the opposite direction to 
see where it was being projected. She was surprised to see that he was 
showing it on the wall just a few feet away from them. 

"This should be interesting," Chuck said quietly in her ear, and he handed 
her the freshly lit pipe before stretching out with his arm around her. 

Settling back after taking a drag of the sweetly curling smoke, Carol 
wondered why the party had become so quiet. It was almost as if everyone in 
the room was tensed for some great happening, and she found she too was 
excited with anticipation. For what, she had no idea. 

At first there was only numbers like a countdown for a space shot, then with 
garbled noises from the sound track, a scratchy blackness appeared. In a 
second a picture faded in, and it was a close shot of a beautiful young girl 
asleep in bed. It was in color, and the girl's auburn hair was long and 
wavy, framing her cute face against a white pillow. She was dreaming, as she 
squirmed slightly, and a low moaning sound came from her sensuously open 
lips. There was the faintest hint of tiny beads of perspiration on the 
girl's forehead, and her eyes blinked several times as if she was 
half-awake, half-asleep. 

The camera pulled back slowly to reveal a feminine bedroom, and it was 
apparent that the girl was sleeping with only a sheet covering her lush 
young body. There were distinct impressions in the sheet, outlining full 
round breasts, a narrow waist, and curving sexy hips. Almost imperceptivity, 
the girl began to move her body, like she was trying to feel the faintest 
weight of the sheet where it pressed against her. The camera continued 
pulling back until a chair beyond the bed came into view, and on it, was a 
sleeping German Shepherd dog, it too seeming to be dreaming. 

The camera cut to an angle from the foot of the bed and closer in on the 
girl. Her mouth was partly open, and her tiny pink tongue tip flicked out 
and in, moistening her lips until they glistened. She seemed to be breathing 
faster and faster, and suddenly her hand moved under the sheet, the 
impression plainly showing that she was reaching for her breasts. For a 
moment her hand lingered there, fondling the large twin mounds with obvious 
pleasure, and then, the heat of her body apparently stifling, she grasped 
the edge of the sheet, slowly pulling it down to expose her naked breasts. 

Her firm, ripe breasts were starkly white against the sun-bronzed color of 
her skin, the nipples dark and the aureoles a brownish gold. Her hand moved 
immediately back over the tips, rolling the tiny nipples into pointed 
hardness. Her hips continued their grinding motion, the rhythm becoming more 
intense as she became more aroused. Suddenly she pushed the sheet down 
further, first exposing her flat, smooth belly, and then almost frantically, 
she kicked the sheet clear of her whole body. She laid with her legs 
slightly apart, completely naked and open, and her legs scissored wider out 
to expose to the camera the entire length of her moist little cuntal slit 
and the throbbing, rigid clitoris nestled within the lightly reddish pubic 
hair. Her hand left her breasts then, circling down over her stomach, down 
over the silky pubic hair, down between the whiteness of her thighs so that 
the tips of her fingers revolved over the tiny pulsating clitoris. 

Carol held her breath as she watched the scenes taking place on the wall. 
She had never in her life seen anything remotely like it, and she was 
grateful for the near total darkness of the room. It all looked so real and 
true to life she was reminded of her own erotic dreams, and through the 
intoxicating haze of the hashish and liquor which seemed to be hitting her 
with greater force, she found that she was sympathizing with the girl on the 
screen. It was like she was begging for a release that she couldn't have, 
and Carol felt the tingling sensation so familiar to her. It seemed to start 
in her belly and slowly move to the space between her legs, ending at the 
sensuous point of her clitoris. It was all she could do to keep from 
touching herself there, and she ground her hips unconsciously into the soft 
pillow, feeling the material of her skirt and panties press tightly up into 
her pussy. She was only slightly aware of Chuck's hand as he moved it over 
to her breast, and she made no move to resist as she could feel the tiny 
bud-like nipple harden under the lacy material of her brassiere. She knew 
that she would have to stop him before things got carried away, but she 
decided to wait until the deliciously rising little tingle between her legs 
subsided. Keeping her eyes glued to the picture on the wall, she took 
another drag of the pleasant tasting hashish. 

The girl's buttocks on the screen twisted down against the mattress as 
though she were trying to bury herself in it, and her fingers played 
teasingly at the narrow slit of her open cunt. Sheer wanton desire seemed to 
take hold of her as though she was being attacked by some unseen lover. Her 
hands began running over her body as though they were out of control until 
they both came to rest at the vee of her soft down covered crotch. She 
groaned at the contact of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs, 
and she pulled her knees up, jack-knifing them back and spreading her legs 
even wider apart until the camera was zeroed in on the moist, glistening 
furrow between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair covered lips and spread 
them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible, and the 
mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks 
shone clearly, divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny anus 
nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen and visibly throbbing 
lips. 

Slowly, the girl extended her long middle finger, and rotating it around 
lewdly, she teased it into the pink glistening valley, stroking teasingly at 
the tiny bud-like clitoris. 

The girl's sensuous movements on the bed increased as her probing fingers 
worked themselves inside the thin pink edges of her warmly contracting cunt, 
slowly widening the lips. She slipped her middle finger in and out smoothly 
between the lubricated lips as she drew her legs back to her breasts, and 
the soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the obscenely 
inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined another 
finger with the first, and clenching her teeth, worked both into the hungry 
pink folds. They disappeared with a soft sucking noise, and the girl purred 
with pleasure. 

It was reaching a point of no return, and Carol knew she should leave right 
then and there. Chuck had a firm grip on her throbbing breast, his fingers 
working hotly over the tiny tingling nipple, pinching it teasingly, and it 
kept her from standing up from the pillow. She was sure that at any moment 
her own excitement was going to run away with her, and it would then be too 
late. 

Her desire to run lasted only a few moments, as in her nervousness, she 
dragged deeply from the slow burning pipe, and the effect was to relax her 
slightly trembling body back into the pillow again. The hashish seemed to 
calm her mind, while her body was alive with strange, lewdly building 
sensations coursing through her flesh in tiny flames of desire. Chuck had 
pulled her so close against him now she could hardly move, and then he 
suddenly slipped his hand to the vee of her sweater, pushing under it and 
the looseness of her bra to cup possessively around her naked breast. She 
could feel small pin-pricks of delicious feeling dance over her nerves to 
the tip of her nipples, as he rolled the tiny hardening bud maddeningly 
between his thumb and forefinger. Trying desperately to get a hold on her 
run-away emotions, she sipped a large amount of her drink, and took another 
drag from the hashish pipe. The sweet scented smoke filled her lungs with 
its relaxing magic, and the fear she felt a second before seemed to drift 
slowly away from her body. It was simply overtaken by an ever increasing 
flood of passion, and she hazily snuggled back against the boy named Chuck's 
strong arm while her eyes remained hypnotically fixed on the erotic picture 
on the screen. 

The girl on the bed had by now become possessed with raw lust. Her teeth 
were tightly clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in 
uncontrollable passion. The steadily increasing rhythm drove rapid grunts of 
pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink 
opening, making wetly rhythmic sucking sounds as she withdrew them to drive 
them in again. Her beautiful young facial features were strained into lust 
driven contortions of desire as she worked furiously to reach a climax, her 
mouth open and groaning out of her obvious frustration. She rolled her head 
from side to side, her hair flying like a thousand soft whips onto the 
pillow, and it was apparent that she was desperate for some kind of release. 

She pumped harder and faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her 
wide-spread cunt almost too fast to see, and she clenched and unclenched her 
firmly rounded buttocks as she wildly strained her open vagina up against 
her probing digits. Her grunts became louder and louder with each passing 
second, until her actions and voice seemed to blend into one insanely crazed 
cry of passion. 

Then suddenly, the girl froze, and the camera zoomed back to reveal the huge 
German Shepherd leaping onto the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror as 
the dog stood menacingly between her out-stretched legs, growling at her 
like a warning. She started to move her legs, to roll off the bed, but a 
sudden loud bark made her freeze once again. She stayed immobilized in the 
position in which she was fingering herself with her thighs spread, and her 
knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the dog hovered 
menacingly over her naked body, his great panting head hardly inches above 
her defenseless, upturned crotch. 

Carol jumped at the sight of the dog coming into the picture, and she 
gripped Chuck's arm tightly, her nerves tingling with fright. She was 
completely absorbed by the actions in the film, and she had been identifying 
so very closely with the girl on the bed. 

"My God!" she gasped, her voice low and quivering. "What's going to happen? 
The dog..." Her voice trailed off as she felt a shutter run through her 
aroused body. 

"I can guess!" Chuck answered, a wide grin spread across his face. "I think 
the girl knows very well what the dog wants, and I think she wants it too!" 

Somehow the helplessness of the girl in the film made Carol feel helpless 
too, and she held tightly to Chuck for security. She knew that she should 
leave the party then, before she too became a hopeless bundle of tingling 
nerves, but she was fascinated by the thought of the dog raping the girl. It 
was only a film, she thought, and the girl must have known what she was 
doing. Repulsive shivers of curiousity ran through her as she watched the 
defenseless girl quaking on the bed in fear. The evil fascination of seeing 
the impending ravishment held Carol glued intensely to the spot, and her 
tenseness made her spine stiffen. She immediately gulped down several large 
swallows of her drink, and the liquid had a soothing effect on her body, 
making her relax once more. Chuck's hand on her naked breast felt good, a 
feeling that she didn't want to deny herself. She thought there was no harm 
in letting him continue for the moment, as she knew Vicky was there and he 
couldn't go any farther without forcing her. His fingers tweaking her nipple 
made tiny electric sensation jump along her nerve ends, and she squirmed her 
buttocks down harder against the pillow, forcing it to press deeper into her 
wet crevice. Her panties were soaked, and she squeezed her thighs together 
to hold down the tingling sensation beginning to grow there. She knew she 
was on dangerous ground, but she could not bring herself to deny the 
demanding throbbing. The smoothness of the pillow excited the sensitive, 
pink lips of her vagina, and she felt tiny throbs pulsing in the bud of her 
clitoris. She bit into her lower lip to hold back the forbidden sensations 
that were throbbing between her legs with greater urgency as her attention 
was concentrated back on the film. 

The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, 
hair-covered loins, and he began sniffing at its moistness. It was as though 
he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned in mixed terror as the cold 
nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus, and then she tensed 
as his tongue snaked out, licking wetly up and down the crevice around it, 
the tip burrowing slightly into the outer anal ring. 

She tried to squirm away, wiggling her body to move cautiously up the bed, 
but the dog raised his head and growled again before dropping it back and 
greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue 
wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little anus, up over the 
fluted pink edges of her cunt, and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her 
pubic mound. His sharp tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling 
like a knife through soft, half melted butter. It flicked relentlessly 
between the girl's wide-spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way 
deep up inside her helplessly twitching vagina. She jerked spasmodically as 
she squirmed in hopeless submission beneath the giant dog lapping and 
sniffing at her naked loins. 

Carol shuttered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that comes from 
indulging in something forbidden, even though against one's will. She was 
particularly excited by the gradual change coming over the writhing young 
girl in the film. The frightened moans that had come from the girl's 
terror-contorted face changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure. It was 
as if the pleasure came in spite of her wishes, brought on by the 
slithering, sharp tongue licking at her loins. 

She wasn't sure if she should look at the film any longer, or turn away to 
help quiet the growing flames of passion in her own belly. When Carol heard 
the groan just next to her, she tore her eyes from the film long enough to 
glance at the direction it came from. What she saw was even more shocking 
than that happening in the film. 

Her girl friend, Vicky, had both of her legs spread wide, her skirt again up 
around her hips, and her boyfriend, Jack's, hand was moving rapidly, his 
long fingers worming wetly in and out of her naked vagina. Vicky, unaware of 
anyone else, was grinding her naked hips and buttocks salaciously up off the 
large pillow, in lewd rhythm to the fingers fucking wetly into her. Both she 
and Jack had their eyes locked tightly on the lascivious film projected on 
the wall in front of them. 

Carol turned away, suddenly aware of the other couples in the surrounding 
darkness, and though indistinct, it was apparent they were all in lewd 
embraces by their writhing motion. The obscene film was affecting everyone, 
and another belated warning bell sounded in her brain, as she knew that she 
too was about to succumb to the lewd urges pulsating through her body. But 
then, a sound pulled her drugged mind back to the film, and away from all 
logical thought. 

With a deep animal-like sound, the girl reached out for the dogs head, and 
kicking her legs back to expose the whole of her naked loins to him, pulled 
his nose forward, into her well-lubricated cuntal slit. His giant tongue 
thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking snake, ravishing her 
upthnist loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her 
lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating and licking 
hungrily up between her writhing, upturned buttocks. He worked at her 
savagely, like a wild beast devouring his prey, and the girl was completely 
surrendered to his wildly swirling tongue. 

The dog lifted his head from the pleading girl's crotch to nose her over 
onto her stomach. Her resistance was gone under the maddening tongue which 
had so mercilessly lapped at her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast 
panting over her, and she rolled over until her quivering body was face down 
and spread-eagled on the bed. The big dog lowered his head again, his sharp 
tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's 
buttocks. 

She twisted the twin cheeks back toward him lasciviously, reaching to spread 
the full young ivory globes and give full access to her tiny, brown anus. 
The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment, causing her to groan 
with a low gurgling eruption of passion that seemed to transcend the film 
and all around it. 

Carol felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her 
passion-swollen breasts. Chuck's hand fondling her naked breast thrilled and 
frightened her, and she shivered beneath it, gasping hotly for breath. She 
squirmed her firm young buttocks harder down into the pillow which had now 
shaped itself into her burning loins, pressing relentlessly into the moist, 
pressure spread lips of her vagina. She knew that she had to stop his 
caresses, take his hand away from beneath her sweater, but she couldn't move 
her hand to stop him. It would not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and 
useless as she turned her glassy eyes back to the brightly moving picture on 
the wall. 

The German Shepherd now was nuzzling under the lust-enraged girl's crotch, 
pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress, and his head 
suddenly lifted, raising the girl's buttocks up into the air. What he wanted 
was plain, and the girl obediently knelt, elevating the wide spread moons of 
her buttocks, binding before the huge animal in abject surrender. The 
relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushed her resistance 
with its vigorous and non-stop attack on her sensitive young pussy for 
interminable minutes. 

She was on all fours and the huge dog mounted the roundly spread globes of 
her buttocks, forelegs on her back. The glistening, scarlet penis slipped 
from its huge sheath, dripping wetly with its excitement. The smooth 
hardened point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal 
trembled and jerked, trying to bury the thinly tapered point and the thick 
shaft up into her impatiently waiting her body. 

The camera moved in closer as the girl sobbed and looked back, and she 
shifted her smoothly rounded buttocks back to try to capture the lengthening 
shaft. She was like a bitch in heat as she strove to sheath the long, 
scarlet organ in her voraciously grasping cunt lips. The sharp tip missed 
and slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, attempting to enter. With 
a loud cry, the girl tensed and evaded the slipperily searching prod in 
fright, but the dog returned immediately to the attack having tasted his 
first success. He thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully 
beneath, into the soft, pubic hair covered crevice, rubbing against her 
clitoris. The hot scarlet of his excitedly jerking penis contrasted 
startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, 
spreading the quivering little lips wider as his still fur-encased shaft 
nibbed impatiently between them. The huge dog bucked madly behind the 
frantic girl, attempting to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of the 
huge dripping penis and seeming to growl out of frustration. The girl, her 
eyes closed tight, reached back trying to guide it into her cunt. She 
grasped the slippery organ, placing the point of it against her thin pink 
vaginal slit, and the dog thrust wildly, spreading it wider and wider apart. 

Suddenly it was in, the German Shepherd jerking forward to bury his huge 
cudgel deep up the squirming young girl's hotly grasping hole. It slithered 
forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy animal 
balls swinging lasciviously below her wetly shining pubic hair. The girl 
grunted a low sigh of relief as she began to move rhythmically backwards to 
meet the humping thrusts of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her 
waist, she began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks in lewd, 
ever-increasing circles, and abandoning herself completely to the delicious 
animal fucking she was receiving from behind. The girl twisted her head to 
look back toward the camera, and it was clear what effect the fucking was 
having on her. Her face was contorted in rapture from the animalistic 
screwing the dog was giving her, and her large, firm young breasts danced 
tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in salaciously timid tempo to the 
skewering cock of the dog. It slid deep into her from behind, a relentless 
hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself relentlessly in her hotly 
churning belly. 

Carol's breath was coming in tight, excited little gasps now, and the 
burning sensation in her belly grew in maddening intensity as she watched 
the girl in the film being wildly ravished. The room began to feel warm, the 
heat of the other couples compounding her excitement, and she felt beads of 
sweat forming on her forehead. She was terribly frustrated, her entire body 
acting like a raging fire that needed release. She bit down on her lower 
lips again in an attempt to keep back a vocal groan of her frustration, as 
Chuck's hand worked with increased intensity over the hardened little nipple 
of her breast. His finger nipped into the soft flesh, causing her to jump 
nervously each time he did. 

Her nerves were shattered, and her mind whirled with indecision. She knew 
that she should go home to her apartment. Vicky's crowd was just a little 
too fast for her, and she wasn't being true to Bob. She owed him 
faithfulness, and had already gone too far by letting Chuck squeeze and 
fondle her naked breasts like this. Bob was studying to pass the bar exam so 
that they could be married soon, and she wa rewarding him by allowing 
another man to lewdly touch her. But then too, Vicky was an old friend, and 
she didn't want her to think that she wasn't experienced in the world. 
Perhaps it was all right, as the petting didn't really hurt anything so long 
as it didn't go any further! She was certain that Vicky wouldn't go any 
farther with Jack, at least not right there in the room with other people, 
and Carol blushed thinking about Jack's finger fucking wetly in between her 
girl friends thighs. The lewd thought sent yet another electric tingle deep 
into her belly, and she could feel the heated wetness between her own thighs 
increasing. She was sure that Chuck could feel the ferocious beating of her 
heart through her breast in his hand. Her situation was simply that she had 
to stay until the film was over, and then she would leave. It was the only 
way, she decided, and she again directed her attention to the film. 

The girl's body swayed obscenely as she knelt before the hunching German 
Shepherd. She had gone completely out of her mind, shouting lewd 
encouragements through clenched teeth to the dumb beast. Seh was begging him 
to fuck her harder and faster, and grinding her buttocks back in her greedy 
plea for his hot animal sperm in her cunt. She was no longer human, but a 
quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be 
subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by the panting 
beast, and ground her buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like 
another animal. 

Tiny rivulets of moist sweat were building in the crevice of the girl's 
lewdly rotating buttocks and the camera moved in even closer to show the 
tiny glistening drops dripping slowly down her smooth inner thighs. 

Carol realized that Chuck was becoming more bold now, and she was suddenly 
sure that he noticed her wiggling her buttocks into the pillow. It was 
difficult for her to hide the frustration she felt, as her belly felt like a 
raging uncontrolled fire had ignited with ferocious insistence. His hand was 
kneading her breast more vigorously, and her nipples throbbed with guilty 
pleasure. Although she was almost sure that no one else in the room could 
see Chuck's hand under her sweater, she remembered that Vicky and Jack were 
close enough to possibly observe what was happening. She didn't want Vicky 
to think she was a prude, but then too, she didn't want her to notice that 
Chuck was so blatantly fondling her breasts. She wanted to convince herself 
that Vicky wasn't noticing, hoping that she was still engaged with Jack's 
fingers, and nothing more. She chanced looking back slightly, and the sight 
that filled her vision was more erotic than anything she had anticipated. 

Vicky's head was now bobbing up and down over her boyfriend's loins, her 
lips clasped tightly in a hungry oval around his erect penis. 

It stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of 
pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base. His fingers were 
still worming furiously in and out of her pink, wet vagina, their obscene 
position on the yellow pillow like an obscene tabloid of pure unadulterated 
sexual passion. 

Carol was stunned, turning her head around quickly to avoid staring at the 
wickedly exciting oral coupling. It was something she hadn't at all 
expected, right there in front of everyone else! She thought a moment ago 
she had herself in control, that she could handle herself under any 
circumstances, but now she found that she couldn't. The sight of Jack's lust 
hardened cock disappearing into her girlfriend's hungrily sucking mouth was 
just too much for anyone to stand. The sounds coming from just next to her 
were like the film, wet sucking noises punctuated intermittently by small 
mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She could hear other sounds 
of obscene sexual pleasure coming from around the room too, as other 
couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl on the screen, locked 
themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. She burrowed her 
head into Chuck's shoulder in hopes that it would keep the sounds away, but 
it was useless. The images and sounds of sexual stimulation were everywhere, 
and she was nearly beyond the point of fighting it. 

Chuck had moved even closer to her when she had moved her head against his 
shoulder, and suddenly, she tensed as she felt his other hand working its 
way slowly but surely under her round full buttocks. A fold of the large 
pillow was tucked in between her thighs, and she Was completely indecisively 
as to how to control Chuck's roving hand. He was pressing his fingers toward 
her soaking vagina, there was no doubt about that, and she could feel the 
warm wetness on the softly quivering cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed 
down harder against the protective pillow. As his fingers worked more firmly 
beneath her skirt, indecision arose again, but the overpowering force of the 
hotly building pleasure rationalized away the danger. He could not without 
forcing her get beneath her skirt, but the rolling sensations of desire 
coursing uncontrollably now through her body, tempted her to relax her 
tightly clenched thighs. His finger tips were hooking at the hem of her 
skirt, pulling the material up from beneath, and she was afraid to say 
anything or move to stop him for fear it would be noticed by everyone in the 
room. She moved her hand down to grab his wrist, but she could barely close 
her fingers around it, not to mention stopping him. She kept her eyes on the 
movie, not wanting to look at Chuck, and she reasoned that her hands 
presence on his wrist was enough to sooth her conscience. She was trying to 
keep him from pushing his fingers into the moist, softness of her burning 
vagina, but slowly, inch by inch, his hand was working her skirt up, moving 
toward the wetly drenched crotch-band of her panties. There was nothing she 
could do without creating a scene, so Carol resigned herself, almost with 
relief to the young man's hand beneath her buttocks. Then, squirming 
slightly away, she jumped as his middle finger began a gentle stroking 
motion, pushing the folds of her dress moistly into the suddenly heated 
throbbing crevice of her cunt lips. A gush of shame washed through her at 
the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to resist. His 
hand under her buttocks became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to 
its probing. Suddenly his fingertips were moving faster, his fingernail 
grating against her inner thigh, making her raise up slightly, and she felt 
the back of her skirt clear her buttocks although it was not apparent from 
above. She gasped aloud as she realized that there was no more skirt to 
protect her! Chuck's hand covered all of the passion flooded crotch-band of 
her panties, snaking under the elastic leg band, and worming teasingly into 
the moist wet walls of her softly hair-lined pussy. 

My God, Carol thought, as she felt an involuntary wave of pleasure ripple 
obscenely through her helplessly aroused body. She was not only letting this 
complete stranger do it to her, but she was enjoying it too! She squirmed 
nervously down against his probing finger, holding her breath for fear some 
tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her whole torso quivered until her 
impaled vagina became accustomed to the invading finger probing at the 
lubricated softness of its tender fleshy walls. She could feel its moisture 
seeping out and covering the palm of his hand beneath her buttocks as it 
ground imperceptibly up between her softly rounded ass-cheeks. His fingers 
moved in tiny teasing circles inside her, expanding her tight little cunt 
hole further with each teasing rotation. She was almost out of her mind. She 
didn't think she could stand the maddening teasing of her genitals another 
moment. She was ready to crawl up the walls to quench the fire raging 
through her now greedily contracting vagina. The sight of the girl in the 
movie being buffeted into the bed by the German Shepherd, and the long thin 
probe, fingerfucking into her cunt without mercy, were just too much. 

Back on the silver screen the young girl was twisting her head from side to 
side wildly, her long hair churning on the mattress, when she let out a low, 
throaty scream. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her 
buttocks greedily back against the desperately humping dog like a she-devil 
gone insane. The giant animal's tongue dangled and danced loosely from his 
mouth as he fucked into the waving buttocks of the kneeling girl from 
behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the sweat on her back. Suddenly she 
screamed again and rammed back against the dog wildly just as he jerked 
forward and his cock began spitting thick animal sperm in great bursts deep 
up into her thirstily milking vagina. The girl's tight round buttocks began 
contracting and straining uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic 
upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from the 
thin, hair-fringed lips of her tightly locked cunt squeezing at the lewdly 
jerking prick of the dog, and thin glistening trails of the sticky whiteness 
ran down the smooth ivory columns of her inner thighs. Her buttocks 
glistened in the razor sharp image, displaying soaked pubic hairs and 
flooded pink flesh as she pitched forward of her face, seemingly 
unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her semen 
drenched passage-way with a moist sucking noise that echoed in obscene 
parody from the sound track. The girl was spread out on the bed, and the dog 
stood wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. In a last act of bestial 
depravity as the film started fading out, he dropped his head to her 
wide-spread crotch and licked at the white milky liquid of his own cum 
seeping out from her still slightly quivering cunt. Just as the wall-screen 
turned black, the dog was contentedly laid out between her open legs, his 
long nose nuzzled gently into the softly curling pelt of her ravished 
pelvis. 

Someone in the darkness turned the projector off, and turned up the stereo, 
but Carol hardly noticed that anything had happened. Her body had become a 
slave of the pleasure giving finger still grinding hotly up into her soaking 
vagina, and the image of the girl on the screen's frantic climax was still 
flashing in her mind. It had completely overwhelmed her, as she too was 
going out of her mind with demanding lust. She paid little attention to the 
fact that Chuck was shifting down beside her, his hand removed from her 
tingling breast. She was wondering about Vicky, and she turned back to look 
for her girl-friend, her senses dulled to any shock. Vicky was lifting her 
dress up over her hips, and she crawled up over her boyfriend, Jack's 
prostrate body. For a moment, Carol wasn't exactly sure what Vicky was 
doing, but she remembered that she was wearing no panties. She was 
straddling Jack, the white roundness of her buttocks poised directly over 
the hardness of his long, thick cock. Then, she was reaching back behind and 
underneath her body with her hand, and guiding him into her. Carol gasped as 
she saw the purple bulbous head of his large penis make contact with the 
moist open flanges of Vicky's cunt. She moved it up and down in the moist 
glistening slit for a long moment, parting the soft curls of her pubic hair, 
and then with a slight groan, ground her open pussy hard down on it. 

Hypnotized by the sensual sight, Carol's eyes were wide as she stared at the 
boy's lustfully throbbing cock slide slowly up into the wetly clasping lips 
of her girl-friend's cunt, making a wet sluicing noise as it entered. She 
ground down on it all the way until all Carol could see was a small tiny bit 
of the base of his cock protruding from the tight moist lips surrounding it. 

She had to remind herself that she was not watching a film, that it was 
really happening to her own girlfriend, and not a few feet, but inches away 
from her! Vicky began a slow grinding up and down movement with her buttocks 
rising in the air above Jack's loins until just the tip of his rock-hard 
cock was left just inside the warm enclosing sheath of her tightly clasped 
vaginal flesh. Then, groaning openly each time she made the movement, she 
dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long 
stroke. 

Carol had never imagined what it would be like watching two people making 
love, particularly her own girl-friend, and found it affected her in a way 
she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion and embarrassment 
she had expected, she could feel a strange, light quivering deep between her 
thighs. She was so completely absorbed by the sensation that it was 
overwhelming everything else in her mind. She turned away, shifting her gaze 
back to Chuck, and she was almost glad that he had moved down alongside her 
flaming body, his hands pulling at the light flimsy material of her panties. 
She closed her eyes, looking within herself for the strength to resist her 
overwhelmingly powerful urges, but all she could do was listen to the soft 
moans and wet sucking noises of intercourse drifting to her ears from all 
around her to magnify the obscene image in her mind a thousand times. 

Moving as if guided by an invisible force, Carol closed her eyes tightly 
shut, and in a lost gesture of helpless surrender to the lewd demands of 
her.body, raised her buttocks from the pillow as the almost unknown man 
pulled her panties down over her long shapely legs, and in just a second, 
they were stripped completely off, her vagina naked and helpless before him 
now. He moved her legs back, jack-knifing them and spreading them wide, so 
that the light fuzz covered lips of her only once fucked cunt were open 
completely to his gaze. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, out of 
the way, but with it still on it somehow made Carol feel less of her 
nakedness. She knew that she was visible to many others in the room, but she 
also knew that they were all too busy to pay any attention to what she and 
Chuck were doing. Anyway at that moment she didn't think she'd care who was 
watching her. Her body was like a prison to a raging storm of emotions, and 
all she could think of was having it released to burst out of her with 
ultimate orgasmic sensation. Feeling the wet warmth of softly nibbly lips 
making contact with her lower belly, Carol opened her eyes to see the top of 
Chuck's head as his tongue slowly teased down over her pubic mound. It was 
then that she groaned aloud and remembered her coming marriage to Bob, and 
in spite of the lewdly flaming desire permeating her whole body, she wanted 
to stop this near-stranger from going any farther. It was a foolish notion, 
as he was now far beyond having anything stop him from fucking her. 

"Nnoooo!" Carol half groaned, half whispered. She still didn't want anyone 
to know how far gone she was, so she kept her voice low, hoping she would be 
heard by Chuck alone. He didn't seem to pay any attention to her pleas 
however, so she tried to close her thighs together, expecting him to quit 
his humiliating assault on her body. 

Feeling the tenseness of her thighs, Chuck locked his arms between them, his 
strength all that was necessary to hold her legs spread apart in an open 
position. Then moving quickly, he dropped his lips to her loins, spreading 
the soft blonde pubic hair outward with his thumbs and flicking his tongue 
lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her vagina. 

Carol tried to lurch back from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny 
bud of her clitoris, but she was held hard against the large pillow. Her 
legs were spread wide apart by his sweating palms pressed against the soft 
inner flesh of her thighs. It was a hopeless battle, and looking down 
between her upraised breasts she could see him hunched on all fours down 
between her open thighs like a beast of prey devouring its victim. The pink 
moist flesh of her vagina was presented up to his greedily leering face in 
defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen on the pillow, her humiliation 
complete as she watched his tongue, a stranger's tongue, slowly circling 
around the edges of her wide-parted vaginal lips. Oh god! It wasn't even her 
own fianc' doing it, and yet she was loving the wickedly lewd sensation it 
gave her. She was ashamed of her body's betrayal of her, and she struggled 
vainly to keep from losing complete control. 

Raising his head for a moment, Chuck stared at the moist pink slit, the 
ragged pink flanges of flesh open to his hungry gaze. He watched it greedily 
for a moment, then with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried 
the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm 
throbbing walls of her expectantly pulsating pussy. 

Carol choked back a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her throat. Her 
buttocks ground helplessly down into the pillow trying to escape the 
maddening assault on her secret genitals. She could only whimper before his 
depraved attack, and raising her head up, she watched in horrified disbelief 
that she was actually letting a man she had only just met, greedily beast 
between her legs below. It couldn't be real, she told herself over and over 
as she dropped her head back to the pillow, flailing it from side to side as 
his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her 
cunt. The sensations of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her 
belly, and her arms lay tensed at her sides while she twisted her body 
slowly churned and twisted in lewd erotic bliss beneath him. She was 
becoming an object to be played with any way Chuck desired, and the thought 
made her again try to stop the demanding throbs in her belly. He was 
defiling her as she never before thought possible, humiliating her beyond 
her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she could do but lie beneath 
him and accept any degradation he would desire without so much as a scream 
of protest. She knew that Vicky could be no help to her, and she was beyond 
the point of helping herself. She was reminded of the girl in the film, the 
way she twisted seductively on the bed when the dog had licked at her 
insanely aroused pussy. Carol couldn't stop the delicious sensations that 
Chuck's probing tongue brought her, and it seemed to stretch up into the 
furthest reaches of her wetly clinging passage, teasing the walls of her 
cunt like the wildly flicking tongue of an angry cobra. She knew she had 
never been so aroused in her life, and in the back of her mind she thought 
about the way her fianc', Bob, had taken her the evening of her birthday. He 
had not been at all gentle like Chuck, and she wondered if she was entitled 
to the pleasure she was getting. She wasn't married yet, after all, and she 
was sure that Bob had been with many other girls before they met. Maybe he 
had even gone to bed with other girls since they had met. She was willing to 
believe anything at that moment, as her belly was rippling with wildly 
quivering sensations that could not be denied. 

Fully aware of the declining resistance from the hotly aroused girl he had 
picked up in the bar, Chuck forced her legs back even farther, exposing the 
whole of her naked loins to his assault. Driving his tongue in quick 
stabbing motions up the warm fleshy passage between her thighs, he worked 
with greater speed to bring her to total submission. A low, quiet groan that 
seemed to come from deep in her chest was what he was waiting for, and 
lifting his tongue from her tortured pussy, he grinned. She was almost 
there, he was sure, but as if to put the final seal on it, he flicked his 
tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below 
the opening of her cunt. 

Clenching her eyes shut, she moaned feeling the wet, searing contact with 
the sensitive, rubbery opening. Her lips bared back over her teeth from the 
torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body. Tiny 
goose-bumps rippled across her helplessly quivering belly and full heaving 
breasts as a further stab struck out at the tight fleshy ring. She was 
helpless before his attack, and the pleasure tortured nerve ends of her body 
began to finally desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the 
darting tongue sending helpless spasms of deliciously erotic sensations 
coursing through her raw nerves. 

"Aaaggghhhh!" Carol groaned out loud as the cruel realization of her loss of 
control hit her with its full impact. She fought with her mind for control 
that wouldn't come, as the tiny licking sparks began to burst into 
uncontrollable flame, devouring her in final helplessness. Her shamelessly 
aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and the thinly bearded mouth of 
her naked young cunt began a slow abandoned movement up against his hotly 
thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair with a low moan from 
deep within her chest. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of 
pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire. 

She was completely his, he was certain of that, and dipping his tongue into 
her tightly clasping cunt once more, he moved his hands to his belt to lower 
his pants. His cock was aching from the confinement, and he worked quickly, 
taking his jockey shorts down in the same motion. His throbbing prick sprung 
out fully erect from his bushy groin, the freedom making his blood flow 
faster in the long, hard column. He could imagine how her tight young pussy 
would feel wrapped so wetly and warmly around his cock, as it even felt 
tight around his tongue, and he was determined to make this fuck one the hot 
little bitch would never forget in her life. 

Raising his head up suddenly, he grabbed her legs with both hands, and 
twisting her cruelly, rolled her onto her belly. Carol was so caught up in 
the tongue lashing of her loins that she didn't protest being forced into 
such a lewd humiliating position, but instead she was instantly reminded of 
the girl being fucked from behind by the German Shepherd. She didn't fight 
when he pulled her hips up, bringing her into a kneeling position, her round 
white buttocks lewdly exposed to anything he might desire. Her face was 
pressed into the pillow, but she twisted her head to one side, seeing the 
sensual sight of her girlfriend's tightly locked cunt around her boyfriend's 
cock a scant few inches from her face. Vicky was grinding her buttocks up 
and down in such wild abandon, that Carol was sure she was nearing a climax, 
and the excitement of witnessing such an act made her own needs even more 
intense than before. At that moment, Chuck bent down behind her and peeling 
the soft white moons of her buttocks apart with his thumbs, flicked his 
tongue out again to make obscenely searing contact with the tiny puckered 
lips of her nakedly exposed anus. 

"Oh, God!" she groaned as the tantalizing licking invaded her whole crotch, 
teasing at her like some demon from another world. She quivered back against 
it, screwing her buttocks in tiny small circles around and around to feel 
deliriously its complete rape of her helpless exposed loins. There was 
nothing in the world like this feeling. She had never known it before, it 
was different, it was wicked, it consumed the whole of her being and there 
was nothing else now but the lashing tongue licking so hotly between her 
salaciously spread ass-cheeks from behind. Wild thoughts of the dog in the 
film ran through her mind, of his great slobbering tongue slithering over 
the naked welcoming cunt of the squirming girl. She knew what it was now, 
and wildly reveled in its lewd tingling joy until she thought suddenly her 
entire body was going to explode in a thousand pieces. 

Chuck stopped just in time, and he moved his tongue wetly up the smoothly 
dividing crevice of her buttocks over her back until his progress was halted 
by the bunched up skirt around her waist. He moved up between her 
wide-spread thighs, pinning them apart with his knees, and he thrust his 
rigid throbbing penis between them toward the curl-fringed softness of her 
burning vagina. 

For a fleeting second she felt fear when the huge blunt head pushed against 
her naked loins. It was huge, bigger than she thought possible, and she was 
afraid momentarily that it would split her apart. He thrust at her, almost 
frantic in his efforts to find the opening to her nakedly quivering young 
pussy and her fear was quickly overcome by the burning deep inside her belly 
and the sight of her girl friend Vicky, and Jack locked so obscenely 
together. She was grinding her buttocks down on his glistening, vaginal 
juice covered column with wild abandon, the great pole of flesh disappearing 
and reappearing like a jumping jack from a box as she fucked crazily up over 
his groin. 

"Ooooooh God" Carol, the hashish and the swirling tongue of the man named 
Chuck in her open pussy were too much. She knew then, that in spite of all 
her devotion to her future husband Bob, she had to have a cock fucking into 
her belly too, and she arched her buttocks shamelessly up in the air to give 
herself up to his probing demands. 

"Put it in! Reach back and put it in!" Chuck panted. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly, and in her drug induced haze she reached 
back between her legs, wrapping her trembling fingers around the huge cock 
in spite of her fear of its size. She could feel the blood flowing rapidly 
through the thickly pulsating column, and fear welled up inside her as she 
perceived the true enormity of his giant throbbing cock. 

"Do it, dammit" he commanded again, and he dug his fingers into the flesh of 
her inner thighs, pulling them even wider apart. 

"Ooohh!" she groaned from the pain of her nakedly exposed flesh being 
squeezed, and in desperation she guided the hard, fleshy shaft into the 
passion drenched hole of her cunt. She moved hesitantly at first the smooth 
rubbery head back and forth to part the sparse blonde pubic curls and the 
lips of her vagina, and when it made contact with her tiny throbbing 
clitoris, she felt a salacious shock of further pleasure coursing through 
her body. Sliding the huge head back, and forth between her parted cunt 
lips, she relished the wickedly erotic sensation, the last one she expected 
to feel before his impatiently probing cock split her body in half. Kneeling 
down behind the voluptuously curved nakedness of the blonde's ass and 
feeling the fleshy wet warmth of her hotly nibbling little cunt lips closing 
teasingly around the head of his aching cock, Chuck was afraid he might 
shoot his cum out right then, before he had a change to get into her. 
Shoving his hips forward, he pressed the tip of his cock up into the thinly 
bearded mouth of her cunt, and the bulbously pulsating head wormed slowly 
into the elastically giving warmth. 

"Ooohhh God!" she moaned helplessly, and she pressed her face into the 
pillow, trying to stifle the volume of her cry. She lurched momentarily away 
from his relentless thrust, but he held her trembling hips tightly with both 
hands, preventing her from squirming away from the forced entry. 

"Oooh God! Do it slow! Please do it slow!" She whispered down into the 
softness of the pillow. Then ignoring her helpless little cries completely 
and pushing again, he drove the throbbing length of his cock another inch 
inside her defensively clenched opening, the tiniest move eliciting a moan 
of protest from deep in her throat. He slowly continued the impalement into 
her hotly quivering depths, his giant throbbing cock impatient to be totally 
sucked up by the wet, glistening walls of her cunt. Inch by inch he thrust 
his way into her, slowly filling her smooth, velvety passage with the full 
length of his hardened rod of flesh. The defenselessly exposed crevice of 
her buttocks opened, and closed in lewd cadence with the muscles in her 
vaginal passage as she futilely resisted the steady penetration, but the 
involuntarily flowering lips of her pussy were sexually moistened and 
slippery from his saliva and her earlier secretions. It was as if her cunt 
were sucking him into her and swallowing him up inside, and his cock swelled 
even larger from the snugness and moving muscles up inside her. 

Carol felt as though she was being stretched to the bursting point, and she 
could clearly feel every wrinkle and edge of the massive cock through the 
sensitized walls of her vagina. His relentless penetration seemed to go on 
and on, then still for a moment, and after a second he flexed his hardness 
and lurched all the way into her belly. 

"Aaagggghhhhhh!" The presence of other people was no longer occupying her 
thoughts as she groaned out more from surprise than pain. She just suddenly 
realized that her nakedly open cunt was completely filled with his massive 
cock, and it was even more surprising to her that she was already becoming 
adjusted to it. Her initial whimper changed rapidly to tiny demanding cries 
of burning need, as she felt his pelvis smack solid up against the softness 
of her buttocks and the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing into the open 
crevice, sensually brushing against her anus. Then he thrust even further 
into her now wide stretched cuntal depths, his balls swinging forward to 
slap noisily up between her thighs, and she was stunned by the blunt head of 
his penis pressing all the way up into her cervix, his cock sunk far deeper 
up inside her than her fianc', Bob's, had the only night they had ever made 
love. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Her soulfully low moan of pleasure-pain was like the signal 
of attack for the young man fucking into her from behind, and he immediately 
withdrew his cock out of the wet fleshy tunnel, drawing it out until only 
the head remained inside. He held it there for a moment, waiting patiently 
for her to surrender to her emotions and grind her buttocks back for it, and 
when she did, he drove back into her liquidly absorbing depths again. This 
time his penetration was smooth and quick, the thick, rubbery head of his 
cock parting the wet tight walls of her cunt wide apart as it plowed toward 
her belly until his groin was pressed hard into her up-turned buttocks. She 
whimpered a half cry of pleasure, half of pain, but he was only interested 
in fucking her for all his worth. He began sawing in and out, taking long, 
hard strokes that pounded deep up inside her tight, warm cunt, striking her 
cervix again and again. He stared down at her slavishly bent-over form, her 
buttocks wiggling back to his driving rhythm, her smoothly hollowing back 
sloping down to the loosely scattered blonde hair of her twisting head. The 
sight of her sensual young nakedness bent to his will made his balls stir 
with lusting passion, begging him to fuck her quickly to release the 
pressurized liquid of his sperm. 

"Uuuugghh! Uuugghh! Uuggghh!" she grunted down into the pillow in time to 
his long hard thrusts, feeling every inch of his big cock as it slid 
smoothly down her now greedily clasping cuntal passage to hit bottom, then 
like a well-oiled piston suddenly returning to the beginning of the hungrily 
working tunnel. She fucked back shamelessly now, raising her buttocks 
voluntarily up to each of his downward strokes, spreading her thighs wide 
apart to take him up inside her gratefully accepting vagina as deep as 
possible. There was nothing left but the pleasure-giving cock in her flaming 
cunt, pulsating with wild, animal-like abandon. There was no longer any 
morals or shame, but only the ultimate pleasure of being fucked and fucked 
good by a long, hard male cock! 

"Ooohh, fuck it! God, yes, fuck it!" Carol shrieked as her sexual frenzy 
took full control of her mind and body. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, 
and she stared at the cock and vagina joined bodies next to her, their own 
driving frenzy adding to the lewd sexual pleasure of her own fucking. Jack's 
cock was coated with a White liquid icing that was continually smoothed over 
by the tightly clutching lips of her girl friend Vicky's pinkly working cunt 
as she ground wildly up and down on the long rigid pole. Vicky's head was 
thrown back, and she wailed as her climax took possession of her jerking 
body. 

"OOOoouuu! Fuck me, Jackie baby ... Fuck me ... Fuck me..." 

Carol's girlfriend's excited screams seemed to make Chuck's cock grow even 
bigger up in her belly, and Carol arched her smoothly rounded buttocks up to 
suck him wetly back up inside. She was experiencing a new passion she had 
not realized possible, or ever dreamed, and it overwhelmed her completely. 
She was witnessing an erotic sexual climax while at the same time she was 
being fucked by an almost perfect stranger like never before. It had never 
been like that before ... not even in her imagination had it been so good! 
Each buttock-flattening stroke of his sizzling hot cock was like a thousand 
different thrills of delight, and his sperm-filled balls slapped hard and 
noisily up between her inner thighs, swinging forward to strike her lust 
hardened clitoris again and again. There was never such pleasure, such pure 
physical sensation, and she loved it ... Oh God, LOVED IT! 

Her body was tingling from head to toe, and she suddenly felt confined by 
her clothes bunched around her narrow waist. Unsnapping the side of her 
skirt, she frantically pulled it and her sweater up over her head, throwing 
them away from her body like a final commitment to freedom. She did the same 
with her bra, letting her breasts swing from the impact of Chuck's hard 
driving young cock. The moment she was completely naked, she felt his hands 
moving down over her back, reaching under her breasts to squeeze them and 
tweak the nipples teasingly. Her hashish and passion-dimmed mind was totally 
consumed by the sheer lewdity of her slavishly kneeling position, and she 
rolled forward on her forehead to look back beneath her naked body, to see 
the thin blonde pubic curls of her lusting cunt being split wide apart by 
the hard driving column of flesh. His cock seemed to withdraw until only the 
very tip of him remained inside her body, then it would smoothly fuck back 
up inside, the lips of her cunt clasping it hungrily until it completely 
filled her tight, burning passage. His pubic hair was pushing into the 
crevice of her buttocks with each hard push, and she felt a tingling 
sensation that immediately reminded her of the dog licking at the bent-over 
girl's anus. 

Running his hands from her breasts over her belly to her thighs, Chuck felt 
the beginnings of rolling spasms build within her. He held her tightly, 
pulling her nakedly grinding young buttocks back to his groin, then pushing 
her away as he rhythmically continued his fucking into her open cunt. He 
wanted to make her scream with the pleasure of his cock, beg him to pump his 
hot sticky cum deep inside her belly until he was completely dry. Her cunt 
Was like a tightly clenched fist filled with hot melted butter around his 
throbbing penis, the passion slickened walls feeling every part of it like a 
massaging, rippling wave. It was tight, and he fought off the growing urge 
in the tip of his thundering cock, not wanting to cum until she had screamed 
out her own orgasm. 

"Oooohhhh ... Ooouuuuu!" she moaned as his cock pounded her flaming passage 
unmercifully. She struggled with her breathing as her face was pushed again 
and again into the softness of the pillow beneath her by his lunging force. 
The tips of her large firm breasts brushed sensitively across the smooth 
fabric, adding to the steaming pleasures already throbbing through her 
passion filled body. 

With eyes fixed on the white smooth globes of her buttocks, Chuck released 
his grip on her hips to dig his fingers into the narrow curving crevice 
dividing them, and he spread the twin cheeks wide apart. The tiny, 
brownish-pink hole of her tightly puckered anus was clearly visible to his 
line of view, and it seemed to be gasping and sucking at his groin as he 
pushed hard against it. Working his finger down into the crevice, he placed 
his middle finger tip against the small, hotly working lips of it, and then 
he began working it slowly but relentlessly up the tight, spongy flesh. 

"Uuugghhh! Yes! Yes! Use your finger there too!" Carol groaned in her 
passion crazed revery. She raised her buttocks to the worming finger, trying 
to nip at it with the tiny, visibly working mouth and suck it deep up inside 
her hot rectal passage. The tight restricting anus suddenly popped open 
slightly to let the digit enter, and at first she felt nothing but pain. And 
then ... he accommodated her lewd cries of lust by shoving his middle finger 
far up into the soft rubbery tunnel, and slowly as she became adjusted to 
the unnatural invasion, it began to feel weirdly pleasurable to her. 

"Uuuuggghhhhh! Oooouuuuu!" She grunted as she tried to take the turning, 
rotating finger to the hilt, shoving back against it at the same time she 
tried to absorb more of his hard, lustfully throbbing cock deep into her 
screaming belly. He plunged his finger down hard in the rubbery passage 
until he could shove it no further, and she moaned out her ecstasy into the 
muffled softness of the pillow below. 

Worming his finger around the depths of her rectum, Chuck could feel his 
hugely skewering cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her 
rectum from her cuntal passage, and she let out a deep low-throated moan 
continually into the pillow. She writhed abandonedly, driving and grinding 
her buttocks back against the two impaling instruments, her tortured 
backside now an inferno of sexual pleasures. The slamming sensations wracked 
her body into wildly contorted jerks and spasms as she felt the growing 
sensation of orgasm rising deep within her cock filled belly. She was going 
to cum! 

"Ooohhhhh ... Oouuuuu!! " Her gasps were like another signal to Chuck, and 
he felt the walls of her desire slickened cunt begin to seep forth with the 
warmth of climax. Shoving forward with all his strength, he drove his cock 
and finger as deep as he possibly could into the twin passages, working 
furiously to bring her to the heights of ultimate pleasure. She screwed her 
groin back against his hammering cock like a wanton bitch in heat, and she 
jerked and jumped crazily up and down on the battered pillow. 

"OOooohhhhh ... I'm ... Going ... Godddd ... I'm going to cummmmmmmmmm!" 

Her bent-over, convulsing body was maddeningly sensual, her cunt sucking 
feverishly on his cock, while her tiny, finger stretched ass-hole expanded 
too and clenched hungrily at his imbedded finger all the way up to the palm 
of his hand. She was more wild than any woman he had ever had, and he fucked 
into her with the growing satisfaction of knowing he had made her like it. 

She pushed her buttocks back hard against his groin as she felt the 
fantastic sensation of her surging orgasm spilling out from deep within her 
womb. The heat of the brightly exploding fire flooded out of her lewdly 
contracting cunt like a raging river of pleasure, clasping and squeezing 
around the twin instruments of lust that were buried hard against the cheeks 
of her desperately jerking buttocks. 

To Chuck behind her, the surging waves of hot sticky sperm felt like a 
boiling explosion in his balls, and the bursting sensation of it traveling 
up his long, hard cock sent him into wild ecstasy. He was lost in the 
incredible sensuality of his own climax as the first quick burst of cum shot 
from the tip of his deeply-buried penis. 

"Aaaaaaggghhhhhhh!" She screamed as she felt the liquid heat pumping into 
her cunt like a stabbing series of hot explosions. The sensation was more 
engrossing than anything she had yet felt, and she bucked back insanely 
against the hotly spewing column. His cock fired again and again, machine 
gun-like, filling her belly to the bursting point, and the walls of her cunt 
began clasping and unclasping around the rigid pole, milking at it 
desperately in a desperate attempt to drain it completely dry. 

The mutual climax seemed to last forever as they bucked and bounced 
together, Carol's screams of joy echoing crazily around the darkened room. 
Her legs kicked out, as if she was spurring him on for more when his limp 
penis finally pulled noisily from her still hungrily clasping cunt. She fell 
forward onto her stomach, then rolled over onto her back, her head swimming 
from the awakening of her body. It was as if her body was still unbounded, 
still jerking with lust! 

Looking up through narrow, hazy slits of lust dazed eyes, Carol saw that her 
girlfriend, Vicky, and Jack were standing at her feet, their bodies now 
completely naked. It was obvious they had been watching her climax, and she 
saw that Jack already had another erection. There were others in the 
darkness of the room too, but Carol didn't care about any of them. It was 
the hard, virile looking cock that jerked out from her girl friend's boy 
friend's groin that she was interested in, and raising her legs up and back 
like a wanton whore, she bared the moist, sperm flooded opening of her cunt 
to his vision. The thin blonde wisps of her pubic hair was matted down from 
her orgasm, and the pink valley of her open cunt glistened in the firelight. 
For an instant she shuddered, torn between the hot desire that still 
scorched her awakened cunt; and the quick twinge of shame and humiliation 
that flickered through her confused thoughts. But nothing else mattered now 
except the uncontrolled raging lust in her pulsating cunt! 

"Fuck me!" Carol groaned up suddenly through tightly clenched teeth as she 
wiggled her buttocks at Jack in lewd unmistakable invitation. 

He needed no further encouragement, and glancing at Vicky for her approval, 
he moved over Carol's nakedly writhing young body, his thick pole plunging 
into her waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting flesh in 
moist waves before its cruel searching head. 

Carol cried aloud at the quick brutal impalement, surprised by its 
thickness, but it was only momentary, the greedy moist walls clasped around 
the fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the 
hilt. He began fucking into her with quick furious strokes, and in a moment 
he was joined by Vicky. Carol was ready when her girlfriend knelt down and 
straddled her face, opening her moistly excited cunt to her lust hungry 
tongue. The sexual delights had taken over her mind and body completely, and 
she lapped hungrily and wildly at the juices in the girl above her cunt 
while she moaned out her pleasure from Jack's thick, driving cock. It was 
heaven, and she loved it, all of it, from then, until late, late on into the 
night! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Wednesdays had become particularly difficult for Carol, as it was always the 
time when Bob would be working late into the night. She didn't really 
understand why late hours were necessary in the law firm, but his being the 
most junior member left him with the job. He had explained it to her once, 
but she hadn't really paid attention to his explanation, so she just 
accepted the fact that she would always have those evenings alone. The 
problem was simply that it gave her too much time to think. 

Carol had to stop for a second to remember where she had put the calendar, 
then going to the cabinet over the sink, she opened it and checked off the 
date. She still wasn't used to the new apartment, even though they had been 
living in it for over a month. She had become used to her small place, and 
now, living with her young lawyer husband, she had a much larger apartment 
to care for. It was one of the burdens of being happily married, she told 
herself, and she really didn't mind the extra work it entailed. Actually, 
she wished often that there was more for her to do. 

It had been nearly three months since the night of the party at Jack's and 
Chuck's, and a lot had happened to her during that time. Yet, she had 
not-been able to forget any of it, and when she had too much time, she 
thought about nothing else. It had turned out to be an experience that 
provided her with the first real insight to her true self, although at first 
she had simply written it off as a rather spectacular end to her single 
life. If everyone at the party hadn't acted like she was perfectly normal, 
she would have been totally unable to face Bob afterwards, but Vicky had 
talked to her at great length when the first light of dawn had ended the 
sexual nightmare. She had convinced Carol that such actions were perfectly 
normal, especially for a girl who'd never had anyone besides the man she 
intended to marry. She had told her to keep it as her own private secret, 
and remember that the experience would help her to hold onto Bob should the 
going ever get rough. What Vicky had failed to tell her, however, was a way 
of obtaining such complete, hedonistic satisfaction again. 

Bob's passing of the bar exam and the subsequent planning for the wedding 
had kept Carol so busy, that she had little time to think about the things 
Vicky had said. It had been relatively easy to put the whole episode out of 
her mind while preparing for the important event at her parents home in 
Corvallis. She had gone up a week before Bob in order to help in all the 
preparations, and then when he finally did arrive with his parents, there 
was the wedding itself to keep her occupied. It had gone very well, just as 
such a marriage should, she told herself, and their honeymoon had been 
pleasant too. His parents had given them a trip to Hawaii as a wedding 
present, and they had gone to all the islands, visiting all the right spots 
and swimming at all the best beaches. There was only one major drawback to 
the whole thing, and she knew it was a carry-over from the night of her 
twenty-first birthday. 

Because of the rough treatment he had given her then, he was almost too 
gentle in his love-making with her after the wedding, and with time it 
hadn't gotten any better. There was something missing from it, and Carol 
felt it was simply fire. In fact in the whole time of their marriage, he 
hadn't tried to make-love in any way other than the routine and conventional 
"man on top between legs" position. It had become so predictable and 
standard, that she hadn't had an orgasm in months, and on Wednesdays she was 
always very much aware of it. 

Eating dinner alone wasn't so bad, but when she went to bed alone, all she 
could think about was the way she had been fucked half to death that night 
by Chuck and Jack and she didn't know who-all! She would get that demanding 
burning sensation in her lower belly, and she'd end up doing the one thing 
she thought she'd never do after her marriage. She'd have to play with 
herself, trying to make her fingers take the place of the thing she really 
needed ... A real man's cock! 

Carol slammed the cabinet door so hard that the glasses inside rattled. She 
looked around at the clock over the stove not even caring about the glasses, 
and she felt disheartened to discover it was only noon. All of her housework 
was done, and she had gone shopping for groceries the previous day. There 
was plenty of food in the house. She gave up trying to think of unfinished 
chores, and faced the fact that she had nothing left to do with an afternoon 
and evening to look forward to. She knew what that meant, and she didn't 
want to have to go through it. Yet, she was already feeling the beginning of 
the tiny, now familiar licking flames in her lower belly, and she wanted to 
cry from the frustration of it. She didn't want to face the fact that she 
wanted more than one man could provide her. 

Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, Carol knew that one 
thing was certain if she intended to control her urges. She had to get out 
and find something to do, even if it meant sitting in a movie house all 
afternoon. At the very least it would be a distraction. Without stopping to 
think about it further, she hurried into the bedroom to change her clothes. 
She felt like some different scenery, she told herself, and she got out a 
skirt and sweater from her dresser. Pulling off her house-dress, she looked 
at her reflection in the mirror over the dresser, still pleased with the 
sight she saw. Marriage hadn't changed her physically in the least, although 
she knew plenty of old girlfriends that seemed to become different people 
after marriage. For her though, she was still the same person, she was 
convinced of that. Her breasts still stood up proud and erect, and her waist 
was as thin as always. Even her panties looked enticing on her she thought, 
although she still believed she looked better in the nude. 

She started to pull them down, her eyes fixed on her own reflection in the 
mirror, but she caught herself just in time. Damn, she thought, it was only 
the beginning of the afternoon and she was already wanting to play with 
herself. 

Grabbing her skirt and sweater, she dressed quickly, not bothering with 
nylons or a slip. It was the hottest time of the year in Los Angeles, and 
even her light-weight sweater seemed to be too warm. Yet, it was the coolest 
garment she owned, and it gave her the idea to go out looking at some new 
clothes. A beginning attorney didn't make very much money, and Bob had 
insisted that they make it on their own without their parents help. But, 
Carol figured that she had to at least look at clothes, even if she could 
not really afford to buy any. What counted was the distraction the shopping 
would provide. 

After a few quick strokes of her hair-brush through her long, blonde 
strands, she grabbed her purse and walked out of the apartment. Their new 
place was in Westwood because it was close to Beverly Hills where Bob's firm 
was located, but instead of shopping around there, she decided she would 
drive toward downtown. The thought ran through her mind that there were a 
lot of small specialty shops along Sunset Boulevard, and the idea of walking 
along and window shopping there appealed to her. It wasn't really that far 
from the apartment, and she was tired of always going into Westwood Village. 
Then too, she felt like the drive would be refreshing, even though it meant 
hassling the traffic through Beverly Hills. 

The inside of her car was cool from having been in the shade of the garage, 
and she started the engine, quickly backing out before she changed her mind. 
She knew at the slightest provocation she would run back inside her 
apartment and play with herself, so she drove out onto the street, turning 
the car in the direction of Sunset Boulevard. Once on the road she almost 
laughed out loud at herself, realizing that she was in a hurry to waste 
time. The whole idea seemed rather absurd as she thought about it, yet 
tucked back in some corner of her mind, she was remembering the address of 
Jack's and Chuck's place. 

It took her nearly a half-hour to drive the few miles to the "strip" area of 
Sunset, and she was frustrated by the slowness of the drive even though she 
consciously told herself that she was in no hurry. The first unlimited 
parking zone she came to was a welcome sight, and she anxiously searched out 
and found a space. She was glad to be out of the traffic, and the thought of 
walking seemed even more appealing than it had before. Leaving the car, she 
began strolling down the shady side of the street, pausing at each shop she 
came upon to cursorily study the displays in the windows. Some were garish, 
while others were simply expensive looking, but she wandered from one to the 
next, her eyes feasting on the odd assortment of clothes displayed. It was 
the first time she had been on the strip since the night she had gone to 
visit Vicky, and she was mildly amused by the remarkable absence of people 
walking there in the afternoon. It might as well have been abandoned when 
compared with the crowds seen at night. 

Gradually, Carol began to loose track of the time as she became engrossed in 
her observations of the things around her. The few people that she passed on 
the sidewalk might as well have been faceless bodies, as her eyes only 
feasted on the critical parts. One girl was wearing a brilliant purple 
mini-skirt that was so short that she was able to see the orange colored 
panties the girl was wearing underneath. The contrast of the two colors made 
Carol chuckle to herself, and looking at the people coming from the opposite 
direction became a game. She took note of the bulges at passing men's 
groins, and she was surprised at how many wore extremely tight pants. One 
man's pants were so tight that she could-make out the detailed shape of his 
penis against the material, and the image was so vivid in her mind, she 
again thought about her purpose for being on the "strip". She was trying to 
keep from thinking about sex, and instead of doing that, she was continually 
being reminded of it. Even the window displays seemed to amplify sexuality, 
the partly covered mannequins like immobile symbols of sex. One shop window 
was filled with headless women in the most revealing bikinis she had ever 
seen, and she felt herself blushing just looking at them. It wasn't until 
she turned away from the window that she realized the shop was directly 
across the street from the night-club where Vicky worked. 

A thought had flashed through her mind on seeing the large "topless" sign, 
but Carol scolded herself immediately for even contemplating such an idea. 
Her feet however acted as though they were of another mind, as they 
continued moving in the direction of Jack's and Chuck's place. She 
consciously told herself that she would never go back there again, but try 
as she might, she couldn't force herself to turn around and walk the other 
way. It was as if she was denying the truth of her real desires, while she 
was physically accepting those truths. Step by step she walked closer to the 
street where their house was situated, and even when she turned off of 
Sunset Boulevard up that street, she was still telling herself that she 
wouldn't dare go inside once she got there. 

Carol stood a few yards away from the entrance to the hillside home, staring 
at the front door like she wasn't really seeing it. She remained frozen 
there for several long seconds, trying to resist the magnetic-like force 
that was pulling her towards the house, and in spite of her thoughts she 
found her feet moving to the front door. The few steps seemed to take an 
eternity, but then she was next to the door, her hand poised to knock on it. 
She did. 

She waited there for only a short moment, but during that time her thoughts 
ran wild with images of what she was about to do. She considered Bob, the 
obvious fact that she was now married to him, and she reminded herself that 
going into the house that day was a lot different than the time she had last 
been there. Before she at least wasn't married yet, but now she was supposed 
to be the faithful wife, devoted to the one man she truly loved. Mustering 
up all of her strength and willpower, she quickly turned away from the door, 
hoping she would be out of sight before someone answered her knock. She 
didn't even think about the fact that no one might be there, and all of her 
strength was shattered when she practically collided with Chuck, who was on 
his way up the walk to his house. 

"Ooohh! I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, not even realizing immediately who it was 
she'd bumped into. 

"Carol!" Chuck said, his mouth forming into a wide grin. "I've been 
wondering what happened to you! How've you been, baby!" he added. 

Being face to face with Chuck again was almost too much to cope with, and 
for a second, she didn't know what to say. She was caught in the act of 
visiting his house, she knew that much, so she could think of few excuses to 
make her passing by seem innocent. ' 

"I was walking in the area ... I ... I thought I'd stop by and see if you 
were still alive!" She felt stupid and angry for not thinking of a better 
story. 

He put his arm around her waist immediately, and half carrying her, he led 
her back to the front door. "Come on in! It's too hot to talk out here ... 
I'll buy you a drink!" He was carrying a package in his hand, and he handed 
it to Carol as he dug in his pocket for his key. 

"Well ... I've only got a few minutes ... Maybe just one drink, though..." 
She lied, she knew, as she had all afternoon and evening with nothing to do. 
But she was afraid of what would happen if she stayed there too long. She 
convinced herself that she could resist her urges for a short while, that it 
would be all right to have one drink, if only for old times sake. Yet, in 
the back of her mind, she knew she was already lost. 

When Chuck opened the front door and she saw that the place was still the 
same, a thousand memories came back, flooding her mind. There was a 
difference, however, because it was day time, and the whole living room was 
brightly lit from the sun pouring in through the sliding glass doors opening 
onto the balcony. Yet, her eyes moved from one point to another, her mind 
remembering everything that had happened to her in that very same place. The 
large pillows were still spread out over the floor, and the long bar along 
one-side of the room was still covered with glasses. Only one thing was 
really different, and that was the fact that this time she was completely 
alone with Chuck. 

"What can I fix you?" he asked as they walked into the large room. He took 
the package back from her, and opening it, placed a bottle of liquor onto 
the bar. 

"Do you have any Mai Tai mix?" she asked automatically. She had taken to 
drinking that as a reasonable substitute for Scorpions, and she'd become 
quite fond of it. She had never had one so early in the day, however, and 
the idea of drinking one seemed a bit exciting. 

"As a matter-of-fact, I do!" he replied, his smile like a mark of his own 
memories. "I'll have one for you in short order!" 

Carol sat down on a stool by the bar, her mind filled with notions and 
trying to forget them. She knew she had to control her impulses for the sake 
of her marriage, at the very least, and also to assure herself that she was 
not a cheap woman. Sexual experience still seemed to her to be a sign of 
weakness and wantonness, a lewd and vile habit of whores and bitches, "Have 
you seen Vicky lately?" Carol asked to make small talk. His back was turned 
to her as he was mixing up some drinks, and he glanced over his shoulder 
when answering her inquiry. 

"Sure have! As a matter of fact, she and Jack just got married and she was 
talking about you just the other day. She wondered how you were ... You 
know, that sort of thing." Chuck finished his elaborate preparations, and 
turned to face her, two brightly decorated drinks in his hands. "Your Mai 
Tai, madam!" 

"My you do things in grand style, sir!" Carol laughed seeing the drink he 
set down in front of her. It pleased her to be the object of such 
extraordinary workmanship in the preparation of a simple drink, and she knew 
that Chuck was lavishing attention on her for a simpler purpose. But, she 
was pleased that she had arrived at the right time to catch him alone. 

"To days past, and future pleasures!" he toasted holding up his glass toward 
her. 

Carol was sure she blushed at his statement, but she touched her glass to 
his, then sipped from the sugar rimmed lip of the glass. It was really 
refreshing, and she took several large sips before setting her glass down 
again. The liquor seemed to quiet her nerves instantly, and she felt less 
guilty about having ended up there. She knew that she had intended all along 
to stop by and see if Chuck was home, but now that she was there, she was 
sure that she could keep from doing anything improper. She was only having a 
drink with an old friend, she reasoned, and there certainly was no harm in 
that. 

"Is Vicky still working at the same place now that she's married?" she asked 
wanting to return to the subject of her girl-friend. 

"No, she left that place several weeks ago. She's quit working cocktails ... 
I guess you know she never liked it." 

"Isn't she working at all?" 

"Sure. A club in the next block offered her a job just dancing, so she 
jumped at it. She says she makes more money at it too!" Chuck replied. 

Carol felt herself blushing again, knowing what he meant by "dancing". The 
idea of getting up before strangers in the near nude still fascinated her, 
and she had often wondered since seeing Vicky doing it the first time, if 
she too could do it. There was something sinfully exciting about the idea to 
Carol and she wondered how Jack could let his new bride do it in front of 
other men. 

"I've been meaning to call her since..." She hesitated, not wanting to talk 
to him about her marriage. "For some time now ... Wow, time really flies, 
huh? When you see her, give her my congratulations, and tell her I'll get in 
touch with her soon ... O.K.? " Somehow she felt silly talking about Vicky, 
but she thought it best to imply it was Vicky she had come to see. She was 
sure that Chuck knew the true reason behind her visit, and the thought 
embarrassed her. 

"I should see her Friday night after work. I'll tell her you came by." He 
moved around the bar, slowly walking toward her until he was very close. "Do 
you like the drink?" he questioned, his smile turning to a lewd grin. 

"It's ... Delicious..." She felt breathless just being close to him, and his 
look reminded her of his appearance on the night she first met him. It was 
as if he was about to lower his mouth to her nakedly spread vagina, and the 
remembrance of the sensation it had given her made her lower belly jerk with 
pleasure. The bar stool cushion seemed to suddenly press up into the 
sensitive flesh between her inner thighs, and she could feel the beginnings 
of moisture forming on the lips of her pussy. 

Twisting slightly on the stool, she tensed as the bud of her clitoris rubbed 
sensuously against it, the electric bolt tingling over her nerves to cause 
the tiny pulsating bud to harden. Her whole body seemed to be alive with 
heated spasms, and the more she tried to put the feeling out of her mind, 
the more she thought about sex. She began to feel panic, knowing what she 
wanted to do right then, and she looked for anything to keep her mind off 
it. 

"How many rooms does this place have, Chuck? ... I mean it seems so big!" 
She motioned around the large living room, hoping to divert his gaze from 
herself. 

"Come on, I'll show you," he said, and he put his arm around her waist to 
help her off the stool. 

It wasn't what she had expected, but his arm touching her was like a hot 
fire-brand melting her resistance. When she was standing next to him, he 
pulled her body tightly against his, and she opened her mouth to receive his 
advancing lips. He kissed her hard, his tongue darting into her warm mouth 
like a snake after its prey, and she sucked hungrily on its wetness as she 
felt his firm muscular body pressing against her breasts and loins. She was 
finished, she knew it, as all the strength to fight her urges seemed to flow 
out of her with the passionate urgency of his kiss. There was no denying 
what she wanted, even though it was totally against everything she had been 
taught it believe. The truth of her real, feelings was suddenly clear, 
crystal clear in her mind, and with some horror and repugnance, she accepted 
it. 

Chuck eased off, feeling the passion in the beautiful girl's body, and 
without saying a word, he slowly walked with her toward the hallway. She 
seemed to be in a state of sexual need that was precariously balanced, and 
he was afraid to tip it the wrong way. He was not going to pressure or force 
her into doing anything, as he was certain she would drop her panties for 
him of her own accord. As he led her toward his bedroom, he let his hand 
slip down over the smooth round cheeks of her already sensuously trembling 
buttocks, and the smooth yielding crevice there seemed to open slightly to 
the caresses he made. When he reached the door to his bedroom, he pushed it 
open, letting her walk inside the darkened room. 

"This is one of the bedrooms," he said almost too casually, and Carol just 
stood there, staring at the empty bed. It was as if she was trying to make a 
decision, and when she turned to face Chuck, her expression alone told him 
what decision she'd made. 

"Fuck me, Chuck! I want you to fuck me!" She knew it was her voice, but it 
was almost like the words were coming from somewhere else. She felt 
detached, as if she was going to only observe what she wanted to happen to 
her, and in the process, the fire in her body would not be denied. 

His response was immediate, like he had just been waiting for the command, 
as he quickly had her clothes pulled from her lush young body. In a moment 
she was completely naked, and without hesitating, she walked to the large 
bed and laid down on her back. She marveled at how easy it was, that she 
didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, even while she watched him begin to 
undress. 

Feeling his cock lurch into full erection at the sight of Carol's 
voluptuously naked body, he hurriedly reached down to unbuckle his belt and 
slip his pants from his hips. His blood-filled cock sprang out from the 
confines of his shorts like a giant telephone pole being raised, and he tore 
at his shirt to have his body completely free from restraint. He was intent 
on having her like she had never known any man before, including himself. 

The sight of his huge cock again, seemed to make her feel even more detached 
for all that was happening. It was looking bigger, more menacing, than it 
had the night of the party when he had fucked into her lust-enraged body for 
the first time. She had the idea that she was going to see what had happened 
to her before, that she was going to be a witness to her own fucking, but 
she knew that it was going to be real. Her vagina was on fire, and she 
thought she could feel her lubricating fluid slushing from out between the 
soft pink lips and running down her thighs. In a moment, he was on the bed 
pushing her legs out wide, then doubling them back until her knees were 
practically locked against her shoulders to leave her burning loins 
completely exposed to his gaze, and the look in his eyes showed that he 
still approved of all he saw. 

"I'm going to lick that delicious little cunt of yours, Carol baby! It's 
been too long since I've tasted it ... I'm going to bite it, and fuck my 
tongue up inside until you cum and cum and cum! Do you understand?" 

His lewd words were like stinging pricks of excitement, and she could only 
nod her head in helpless response. She was ready for him to do anything he 
desired. But then he went on with his statement. 

"And while I'm tongue fucking your cunt, you'll suck my cock!" His voice was 
absolute and final. 

She was both repulsed and at the same time wickedly excited by his words, 
the vile language seeming to heighten the flames burning in her lower belly, 
while she was at the same time frightened by the prospects actually taking a 
man's penis in her mouth. She had never even thought of doing such a thing 
before, the idea seeming to her to be vile and debasing, an act performed 
only by whores. He was spelling out his demands, and they were more than she 
had bargained for. Yet, at the same time she felt so distant from her own 
physical actions, that she felt a mesmerized pleasure sweep through her 
body. He was going to take her body on some sexual journey into the heavens 
of ecstasy. It was like an enactment of her previous experience in the same 
house, only this time she was going to be forced into a greater involvement. 

Leaning across her naked body, Chuck took the pink, warmly quivering little 
tip of her breast in his mouth, and his teeth sank softly into the sensitive 
flesh sending a vibrant thrill flashing through her body. She was aroused 
like never before, like she'd been waiting for the moment all of her life, 
and she hung on each sensation as his mouth covered her every part with 
kisses. Then after a moment, his lips were pressing near the sparse blonde 
triangle of her pubic hair. She was suspended in that instant of time, the 
moment of anticipation for the pleasure that she knew would come when his 
mouth closed over and pressed into the soft wet folds of her pussy. 

"Oh, yes! Kiss my pussy! Put your tongue inside my cunt! ... Now!" she 
squealed, not really recognizing the tone of her own voice. It was another 
person speaking the lewd demands in her mind, but she screamed out loud when 
he suddenly did flick his wetly searching tongue between the pink fleshy 
lips of her cunt, making direct contact with the hardened little bud of her 
clitoris. 

"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh! Oooooooooohhhhh! Yeesssssss!" She hissed out her 
intense pleasure at the electric connection of tongue and clitoris, and the 
rippling pleasure continued when his teeth closed on the sensitive nerve 
end. Her hands instinctively reached out for his hair, and she wrapped the 
strands around her fingers to pull his head tightly up into her wide open 
loins. It was good! It was better than it rightly should be! She had never 
felt anything as good as Chuck's hungrily sucking mouth on her cunt, and she 
wanted to have more and more and more. 

Sucking the miniature phallus-like clit into the top of his mouth, his teeth 
held it tightly while his tongue worked around and around, stroking it wetly 
in continuous circles. She was grinding her hips into the mattress as if 
directed by his tongue, and he ran his hands up over her belly to cup and 
squeeze her full, firm tits, almost brutally. She reacted instantly with a 
deep throated groan, her hands pulling his face harder into her widespread 
vaginal furrow, and his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault, making 
obscene sucking sounds that seemed to echo through the entire space of the 
bedroom. Her head flailed in complete abandon from side to side, and he 
opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, 
heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her steaming 
vagina. His tongue dashed across the tight elastic opening, teasing her 
until it screamed for it inside. He held back for only another instant, then 
viciously he began to orally fuck her, harder and harder, faster and faster, 
driving his hot, wet tongue up into her dilated, clasping hole. A long 
stream of unintelligible obscenities babbled from deep in her throat as he 
swirled and flicked his tongue around in the velvety interior of the softly 
throbbing cunt lips. He moved his hands up to the bend in her knees, and he 
pushed her legs back further until they were practically touching her 
shoulders, leaving her entire vaginal plane in naked abandon to his churning 
face. Then he cupped her slowly grinding buttocks in both hands as he drove 
his tongue deep into the searing liquid depths of her burning cunt. 

Carol's animal-like screams of joy rebounded around the room as if to give 
greater substance to her passion. She loved it! She had never before 
realized that such fantastic pleasure existed in being licked between the 
legs by a man, not even when it had happened to her before. It was never 
like this! She ground her buttocks in the pounding rhythm his tongue 
established in her hungrily working pussy. The tingling thrills running 
through her body had taken over the command of her thoughts, and her head 
was filled with dizzying pictures of sex acts she had witnessed in her short 
life. It seemed to illustrate a knew meaning of sexual involvement, a raw, 
hungry and sensational picture that was a part of her life. 

"Fuck it! Oh God! Fuck it with your tongue!" 

She chanted as the wetly swirling probe bore deeper and deeper into her 
widely 'gaping passage. It was unadulterated physical enchantment, and she 
wanted more and more of everything he had to offer. His tongue was working 
in a fever pitch, her buttocks jerking beneath each thrilling stab into her 
flaming cuntal passage, but then, he pulled the wet pink instrument out, 
moving it instantly downward to the secret, tiny ring of her virginal anus. 
For a moment she felt defeated, neglected by the pleasure-giving tongue, but 
then he struck out like a hot snake after forbidden fruit, his tongue 
lashing into the tiny, tightly clenched hole with a searing liquid fire of 
passion. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed as the lewd sensation of warm wet contact 
with her anus sent chills of bursting lightning up her spine. Sensations 
smashed into her brain with the vibrant intensity of a monumental crescendo, 
and his damp, stabbing tongue slowly ground against and then entered the 
restricting passage. Her entire body shook uncontrollably beneath the 
overpowering assault, and spasms rippled furiously with torrent and torrent 
of sensual pleasure that had seized control of her lusting and naked body. 

He was sure that she was ready for him, but he licked and sucked and drove 
his tongue into the rhythmically flexing little ass-hole, thrilling with the 
knowledge that she was ready for anything he might demand. His cock felt 
like it was a mile long, the pressure of his excited blood filling it with 
swirling passion until it seemed like it would explode. He wanted to shove 
it into her warm wet mouth, make her take it all the way inside her throat, 
until it was rammed all the way down to her hotly jerking little belly. He 
would make her cum with his mouth, as he would cum into her mouth, and then 
and only then would he fuck her like she had never known what fucking was. 

Shoving his tongue harder and harder into the tiny pulsating anal passage 
until he thought she would scream for him to stop, he suddenly pulled his 
tongue free, and in a quick twisting move on the bed, he positioned his 
erectly throbbing cock next to Carol's warm gaping mouth. He held his tongue 
poised over the saliva-soaked down of her vagina, its tip resting teasingly 
at the opening of her burning cunt. 

"Suck it! Suck my cock like it's candy! Suck it until it fills your mouth 
with my hot cum!" Chuck barked, and confident that he would be obeyed, he 
plunged his tongue into the depths of her liquid cunt again. 

Her brain still reeling from the tongue lashing of her virgin anus, when 
Carol heard the demands he made of her, she was lost to the passion in her 
womb. She wanted to take his cock down her throat, to have him pump her 
belly full of his cum until she burst inside, and she searched with her eyes 
to find the lewdly throbbing head. Letting out a cry of delight when his 
tongue again plunged into her flaming cunt, she frantically grabbed his 
hardness with her hand, and twisting her head toward it, she flicked her 
tongue hungrily and without further thought at the semen seeping slowly from 
the dilated tip. The rubbery flesh of the thick purple head jerked to the 
touch of her tongue, and it gave her a sense of power, a feeling that she 
too could return great pleasure for the pleasure she was getting. She rolled 
her tongue out at the blood-filled member, licking it with warm saliva like 
she would a delicious sucker, and the building spasms in her belly grew as 
his tongue in her cunt worked with greater intensity. She used the tip of 
her tongue like a whip, lashing out at the sensitive head to make it jerk in 
response. Then, laying out her tongue on the underside of the monster-like 
column, she opened her mouth wide and sucked the smooth purple colored head 
up inside the warm wet moistness. 

Chuck flung his hips forward as the huge throbbing tip of his cock entered 
her warmly enfolding cavity, and suddenly she felt like her throat was being 
pushed down to her belly. Fighting the gagging effect, she closed her mouth 
tightly around the swollen member, clamping her teeth down hard, and she 
licked and rolled her tongue around as best as she could in her totally 
filled mouth. Jerking her head back she left white streaks along the huge 
cock from the force of her teeth pushing the blood from the surface, and she 
sucked back on it until she was ready to take more of it inside. The pungent 
odor and taste of his seminal fluids filled her nostrils and mouth, and it 
excited her into savagely plunging her head down the long, hard column, 
wanting to have his cum. 

He felt as though her mouth was filled with warm slippery olive oil as his 
cock sank into the warm liquid depths nearly its full length, and her teeth 
biting on it made his balls stir with the need to release his churning 
sperm. He had his face pressed tightly into the slick narrow passage of her 
cunt as she writhed and squirmed beneath it. She was near climax, he was 
sure, and he worked his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of 
her desperately sucking mouth as his own excitement reached the same 
pinnacle. 

Feeling she was losing complete control of her body, Carol tried to 
concentrate on making the thick instrument ramming in and out of her mouth 
to cum and get it over with. Shoving her hand up between the taut hairy 
thighs in front of her face, she grasped for and cupped the twinly swaying 
sacs of his sperm-filled testicles in the warmth of her palm, massaging 
their prize. Her lips were grotesquely distended by the huge presence of his 
cock, and she groaned and took more of it inside the swirling depth of her 
mouth, her cheeks bloating out and in as she sucked. She ran her tongue 
around the bulbous head as fast as she possibly could, teasing and stroking 
and whipping it into final explosive submission. It seemed to swell up 
larger with each bob of her head, the blood-red thickness of the column 
growing and throbbing as it went deeper and deeper into her hotly gasping 
throat. She squeezed his balls in her hand, begging and pleading silently 
for the hot sticky cum they held, while her own belly seemed to take a giant 
leap into an ecstasy of passion she had never experienced before. Her head 
was like a machine, bobbing up and down the giant cock at a faster and 
faster pace, her forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat, and she ground 
her loins up into his face and lusting tongue, feeling the gathering billows 
of her orgasm rising. She thought she would go mad if she didn't climax 
soon, and she grabbed the thick, hairy base of his huge penis, pumping 
furiously with her hand wrapped tightly around the stump, mashing his pubic 
hair against his groin as she sucked with all the urgency of the mounting 
passion swirling and building deep down in her own belly. 

This was it! She was near the point of final orgasm, and he drove his tongue 
deep, deep into the hot clasping depths of her cunt. It contracted suddenly 
around his distended tongue, and she moaned from the very pit of her cock 
filled throat as her belly rolled with one tremendous spasm of erupting 
delight. She shoved her boiling cunt up hard against his face and tongue, 
and her juices ran hotly up her passion-wracked cuntal passage. Oh God, she 
was cumming! 

A guttural-like groan echoed from somewhere in her muffled throat as her 
entire body was launched on the fantastic flight to sexual heaven. Every 
muscle, every nerve and fiber of her exploded body was sensitive to the 
extraordinarily overwhelming sensation that tore through her. It was a 
screaming, searing, volcanic eruption of passion above and below and all 
around her, as the jerking release flooded her cuntal passage with hot 
gurgling liquid. He sucked and licked at her passion soaked vagina like a 
mad, lust hungry animal, and his cock swelled up to tremendous size as he 
fucked it down deep into her open throat. Her mouth closed tightly around 
the hard thick member, and her hand was automatically pumping around the 
short length that remained outside as his balls at long last jerked once and 
unleashed his hot sticky sperm from its dormant captivity. It made the 
maddeningly sensational trip up the length of his cock in an instantaneous 
span of time, and blasted out from the huge purple tip like an artillery 
salvo. 

The sudden tremendous burst deep in her throat caught Carol by surprise, and 
she felt like her mouth was being filled with the hotly spurting liquid from 
a giant cream pump. Opening her throat and gulping as fast as she could, she 
again tasted the pungent heat of his cum, only this time it was in huge 
boiling amounts. Her whole mouth and throat was being flooded with it, and 
she had to suck and swallow furiously to keep up with the hotly cascading 
juices. It was like icing on a cake, as the realization of his climax hit 
her, and it again sent her belly into unbelievable spasms of pleasure. She 
didn't think anything could ever be better, and she lapped hungrily at the 
endlessly spewing rod, licking and sucking in all of the hot delicious cum 
only to instants later gulp it thirstily down into her almost bursting 
belly. It was the release she had so desperately wanted, and she could 
muster up no guilt for having had it. 

Chuck continued lapping at the hotly flowing liquid that still seeped 
uncontrollably out of Carol's rhythmically clasping cunt around his tongue, 
and he couldn't keep up with the heated passionate outflow. It ran wetly 
down the wide spread crevice of her loins, bathing and clinging to her 
tightly puckered anus before trickling in tiny white droplets into the 
mattress below. Then at long last her orgasm was over, but she continued 
sucking and licking at the few remaining drops of his semen that still 
dripped from his deflating cock. She ran her tongue around and around while 
gasping from the breathtaking thrill of her own climax. 

Carol knew she should feel guilty for what she had just done, but her 
satisfaction seemed to overpower any other feelings. It was what she had 
wanted, needed, and she couldn't make herself feel guilty for having taken 
it. She loved her new husband, Bob, wanted to please him too, but she knew 
her needs were greater than what he was apparently willing to supply. Yet in 
the back of her mind, she felt she was wrong not to share her experiences 
with him. 

"like it?" Chuck asked as he lifted his head from between her wide-spread 
thighs. He was grinning lewdly at seeing the thin thread of his cum still 
connecting her mouth with his cock, and he wanted to laugh at the change he 
saw in her eyes. They were glazed over with a newly-discovered passion, and 
he was sure that she was ready for anything. 

"It ... Oh, God ... Beautiful!" Carol moaned, her belly jerking just 
thinking about it. "Ooouuuuu!" She gasped as he playfully pressed a finger 
into the open crevice of her naked buttocks, the sensation startling her. 

"How about sticking with me this evening? I can promise you won't be 
disappointed," He said, pushing his finger teasingly against the sensitive 
little lips of her anus to emphasize his point. 

It was tempting, too tempting, and she laid back on the now messed-up bed, 
her mind going like a computer. Bob never got home before two or three in 
the morning, and if she left right then, she'd have hours to think about the 
afternoon. The thought of being alone that evening was too much to even 
contemplate. 

"I . . .I couldn't stay very late, Chuck," she replied, a slight blush 
coming to her cheeks. "What did you have in mind?" 

"I have a friend who throws some very interesting parties every Wednesday 
night!" he said winking at her. "We could have a small dinner, then drop by 
his place ... You can leave as early, or later as you like!" He continued 
the playful probing of her tight, virgin anus to encourage an affirmative 
reply. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Carol felt her body reawakening from his gentle fondling, and 
the kening from his gentle fondling, and the thought of participating in 
another party like the last one, amplified her feelings. She wanted to say 
no, but she couldn't. She felt she had already made the first step to an 
adulterous existence with Chuck that afternoon, and going to a party with 
him that evening couldn't make her indiscretions any worse. If she could 
keep her meeting with Chuck that afternoon a secret from Bob, the same could 
be applied to any additional activity that evening, she thought! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

After eating a light dinner and having a few drinks, Chuck drove Carol to 
her car. The party it turned out was at a place near Westwood, so she had 
insisted on driving there herself. She wanted to be able to leave without 
having to return to Sunset Strip to pick-up her car, and having it there 
would make it easier for her to leave when she wanted. It wasn't until she 
was following Chuck's car toward Westwood that she began to have second 
thoughts about going to the party. 

The time she had gone with Vicky to Chuck's and Jack's place had been a 
night when Bob was studying for the bar exam, and now she was about to go to 
another party while Bob was working. She had cheated on him before their 
marriage, and now she was about to cheat on him for the second time after 
their marriage. Somehow she knew the party she was going to that evening 
would turn out very much like the first one. Chuck had told her over dinner 
that there was even a chance they would see the newlyweds, Vicky and Jack, 
at the party, and Carol imagined how she would feel doing the same things 
again. She could excuse her previous actions as the last fling of a single 
girl, but this time she couldn't. She was supposed to be a devoted 
house-wife with a husband to take care of her. It was difficult for her to 
admit to herself that she had today already, and was going to again this 
evening, commit adultery, but the burning little tingle down between her 
thighs strengthened her to face it as she drove toward the party. 

Tears trickled softly down her cheeks as she decided the only difference 
between herself and a prostitute was that instead of doing it for money, she 
did it for her own uncontrollable gratification. God, she had turned into a 
complete nymphomaniac. When Chuck's car ahead drove past the street where 
her apartment building was, she almost turned off to go home. She thought 
she could possibly forget the whole thing, but when she had her final 
chance, she didn't take it. Instead, the lewd, all controlling twitch in her 
vagina pressed her foot on the accelerator to catch up with Chuck's car. 

It wasn't long before he turned off to the right, heading up a road that 
seemed to wind endlessly into the hills. Finally at the end of a cul-de-sac, 
Chuck parked, and she pulled into a place right behind him. 

"Here we are baby!" Chuck said as she got out of her car. Carol looked 
around, impressed with the large property all around. The house was huge, 
and from where she stood, she couldn't see any neighboring houses. There 
were large trees all around the property, and she thought it no wonder the 
place was suitable for parties. As she walked to the house with Chuck, she 
counted at least fifteen cars parked along the private driveway, and she 
thought it had to be an impressive crowd so early in the evening. The party 
had to be something special. 

They walked into the house without knocking. "Hey, don't you have to at 
least be invited in?" Carol questioned as she followed him through a large 
and empty foyer. 

"Charlie-likes to keep these parties open house," Chuck laughed. "The action 
all takes place downstairs." He led her to a doorway that opened on 
descending stairs. 

The suspense of just walking into a mansion, finding no one around and going 
down a narrow stairway, made Carol feel an excitement of mystery. She was 
anticipating a wild sexual orgy, and the house seemed to make it all the 
more exhilarating. At the bottom of the stairs, she heard the sounds of 
rather loud music that seemed to come from behind a doorway to their right. 

"Where is this party?" she questioned. 

"It usually covers several rooms ... Charlie s got this downstairs fixed up 
just for his parties!" He opened the door where the music was coming from, 
and Carol, even though expecting it, was shocked to see a room full of naked 
people just beyond a short hallway. There was mostly only candlelight, but 
it was enough to make out several people dancing in the nude. 

"Good grief! I don't..." Carol started to protest, but Chuck quickly 
interrupted her. 

"We can leave our clothes here." He motioned to a wall of small cubicles, 
many of them already filled with neatly folded clothes. Chuck was already 
starting to peel off his clothes, but she hesitated, the whole thing seeming 
a bit bizarre. She started to say something again, when a naked man came out 
of the room toward them. 

"Chuck! Good to see you again!" 

"Charlie ... How the hell are ya?" 

"Ahhhh, I see you brought a new girl," the naked man said facing Carol. 

Carol kept her eyes diverted from the man's naked groin, as she noticed 
immediately that his cock was half hard. The whole scene made her feel 
uncomfortable, and she felt reluctant to join such an apparently weird 
party. Stripping naked in front of a bunch of strangers without any liquor 
or hashish to give her courage was more than she had bargained for, and the 
thought of strange and bizarre sexual activities made her shudder. 

"This is Carol ... Meet Charlie!" 

"Welcome, welcome ... Just make yourself right at home!" Charlie said to 
Carol, then he laughed loudly at his poor joke. 

"How do you do!" She swallowed trying to keep her nervousness out of her 
voice. Chuck was down to his underwear, and Carol felt very self-conscious 
about being the only one dressed. But, she didn't want to start undressing 
while the host stood by watching. She just wasn't ready for that yet. 

"Make yourself comfortable," Charlie said motioning to her clothes. "Say, 
Vicky and Jack are here too..." he added to Chuck. "When you're ready, come 
to the bar and I'll make you a drink, or something!" 

"Where's Vicky?" Chuck asked as Charlie turned toward the party. "Carol's 
known her for years." 

"I think they're in the 'bedroom'! " He laughed loudly as he returned to the 
large room full of dancing couples. 

"Chuck ... I..." She had a feeling that she shouldn't stay. Something about 
the host and the atmosphere of the place told her to leave right then, but 
Chuck started pulling at her clothes, his smile re-assuring. 

"You'll get used to it after a minute ... Come on now. With a body like 
yours, you got nothing to be ashamed of!" He lifted her sweater up, pulling 
it off over her head, and then ignoring her protests, he unhooked her bra. 
Her full, slightly tumbling breasts stood up straight and proud, and he 
caressed them as if to remind her of her sexuality. 

She had wondered how Vicky felt dancing half-naked in front of strangers, 
and now Carol realized that she too was about to go out in front of 
strangers completely naked. It was a titillating and strangely exciting 
thought, and besides that, the others were all naked too. She didn't resist, 
but let Chuck help her take off all of her clothes. When she was completely 
nude, she felt the tingling sensation in between her thighs growing greater, 
and she took a deep breath as she walked into the crowded room. Several 
people said hello to Chuck, but she noticed that many of the men were eyeing 
her appreciably. Their looks seemed to arouse her sexually, as she realized 
that a look at her body alone was enough to make their cocks leap into 
erection. Chuck hurried her through the group of dancers to a long bar, and 
by the time they'd reached it, Carol felt more at ease. There was a man and 
girl standing by the bar, and the man's hard penis was pushed between the 
girl's inner thighs as he nibbled on her neck. Carol was surprised to 
discover that instead of being shocked by the sight of the couple, she was 
openly staring at them, feeling lewdly wicked and excited herself. 

"Do you want to drink, smoke, or both?" Chuck said, interrupting her 
thoughts. 

"Oh, what ever you're having is fine..." she replied. The host, Charlie, was 
behind the bar talking to Chuck, but her mind was on the "bedroom' that 
Charlie had mentioned. The way he had pronounced the word had indicated that 
it was more than a simple bedroom, and she was very curious to see what 
Vicky and Jack were up to. Chuck must have been reading her mind. 

"Here you go, baby. Let's carry them into the bedroom ... See what's 
happening with our friends!" he said handing her a drink. 

The room they were in had been weakly lit, but the room Chuck led her to was 
even darker. The only source of light came from numerous little spots in the 
ceiling that almost made her feel they were outside under the stars. The 
walls of the room were painted a very dark blue, and it took a second for 
her to see anything but the "star" light. When her eyes did adjust to the 
darkness, what she saw made her belly jerk with excitement. 

There was the distinct scent of hashish in the room, and on two of the four 
large mattresses in each corner were naked bodies locked in lewd positions 
of sexual contact. Her eyes focused immediately on the one where her 
recently married girlfriend, Vicky, was. She could hardly believe what she 
saw! 

Her girlfriend was kneeling upside down over some man who's face buried in 
her vagina couldn't be seen between her thighs, but Vicky's head was bobbing 
up and down on the man's erect waving cock, her lips ovaled tightly around 
it and sucking it deep into her throat. Her young husband, Jack, was on the 
mattress too, kneeling directly behind Vicky's bent over body, his fingers 
pushed into the soft white crevice of her wide-spread buttocks. He was 
teasing his middle finger in and out of Vicky's tightly clenched rectum, 
while she was moaning and sucking on some other man's cock! The lewdly 
sensual image nearly made Carol almost drop her glass. 

"Chuck ... what's going to happen..." She didn't know what else to say as 
her whispered words caught in her throat. Chuck had his arm around her, and 
he led her to one of the mattresses just a few feet away from the lewdly 
playing trio. 

"Let's just watch for a minute," he said quietly into her ear as he sat her 
down. 

Stretching out on the mattress, she leaned up on one elbow to make herself 
comfortable. The sight of the three people on the mattress next to them was 
more sexually arousing than anything she'd ever seen, and she stared at 
Vicky, feeling her own belly churning with lewd excitement. 

Chuck laid down behind her, his hardening cock pressing into the narrow 
crevice of her ass-cheeks and on up into the slightly open space between her 
thighs, and he placed his hand on her breasts, gently massaging the nipples 
erect. She knew that her excitement was going to quickly reach a fevered 
point, and she gulped her drink down hurriedly so she would have nothing to 
distract her from watching. 

Vicky raised her head up from the large throbbing penis, her tongue flicking 
and rolling around the visibly pulsating head as she ground her buttocks 
hungrily back against Jack's finger in her naked rectum. Her eyes were 
glazed with obvious arousal, and she gasped and sputtered when she stopped 
sucking for a moment. 

"Put your cock up in my ass-hole! Jack! Fuck my ass-hole while he licks my 
cunt!" Vicky groaned with excitement, then she plunged her greedily sucking 
lips back down on the wet, hard cock. 

Carol was astonished to hear Vicky's plea, and she shuddered when she saw 
Jack pull his fingers from the tightness of her tiny puckered anus, his 
other hand stroking his giant penis into full erection. It wasn't possible! 
She had to have been hearing things, Carol thought. Jack's cock would split 
Vicky apart if he forced it into her back there! 

Her heart leaped to her throat as she stared unbelieving at the ludicrous 
sight of Jack's purple headed cock pointing directly at the tight opening. 
He used his thumbs to spread the round, white cheeks of her buttocks wide 
apart, and then thrusting his hips forward, placed the tip of his cock 
against Vicky's defenselessly waiting rectal lips. 

It was true, Carol thought as she saw Vicky grind her buttocks salaciously 
back against the fleshy pole like a wild animal. Jack gripped her hips with 
both hands then, and gradually he forced his swollen penis into the tight 
anal passage. At first it seemed like it would never fit, but then suddenly, 
the elastic-like flesh of the small brown mouth stretched open, rolling 
slowly out and then suddenly popping outward to slip tightly back over the 
thick purple head. Jack flicked his hips forward, driving the rigidly 
pulsating shaft a full inch inside the tight restrictive passage. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Vicky moaned from deep within her throat without breaking the 
hot hungry sucking rhythm she was maintaining on the other man's cock. Carol 
realized that the second man's thumbs were pressing outward on Vicky's 
wide-splayed cunt lips to give his tongue greater access and she could see a 
ring on the man's hand that somehow looked familiar. But, Jack's sudden 
lunge up in-between her girlfriend's widespread buttock cheeks diverted her 
attention, and she gasped as she saw his purple veined cock sink another 
inch into Vicky's tightly clenched, fist-like anus. Her body bucked wildly 
under the cruel impalement, jerking spasmodically as Jack's thick, huge 
cudgel slipped ever deeper into her wide-stretched rectum. 

"Ooohhh!" Carol moaned in vicarious sympathy as she watched Jack's cock 
suddenly drive unimpeded into the rubbery depths of Vicky's rectum and 
flattening the softness of smooth rounded buttocks up hard into hipbones. 
The sight alone was enough to drive her crazy, but it was effecting Chuck in 
much the same way, as from behind, he rubbed his cock impatiently over the 
warm flesh of her lust moistened cunt from behind. His fingers kneaded and 
pulled at the sensitive little nipples of her breasts, his excitement 
equaling the passion she was witnessing. Carol wanted him to fuck her soon, 
but she also wanted to see how Vicky responded when her boyfriend, Jack, 
started fucking in and out of her wide-stretched rectum. 

* * * 

Vicky Richard's hungrily sucking mouth was like a milking machine gone mad, 
and Bob Fontaine's wetly licking tongue matched her insane sucking rhythm, 
driving the hotly flicking little tip its full length up into her liquid 
cunt. With it, he could feel Jack's cock through the thin wall of flesh 
separating her cunt and rectum, and the sight just above his face was the 
most lewdly erotic thing he had ever seen. In his hashish induced haze, he 
thought about his wife of a couple of months, sorry that he had made her 
first experience unpleasant. If he'd been patient, Carol might very well 
have been with him at that moment, he thought. When he went home that 
evening, he was sure he would again feel guilty, but he had been going to 
these Wednesday night parties for too long to quit now! Maybe with time he'd 
be able to get Carol to loosen up! Oh, God, could that Vicky suck cock! Even 
while she was getting fucked like a Greek whore in the ass-hole! If only 
Carol could do that! 

"Carol, baby! I've got to fuck you now!" Chuck said, his cock throbbing with 
his stirred-up blood. The sight of Vicky getting it at both ends was driving 
him crazy, especially with his cock pushing into Carol's rapidly moistening 
cunt and the softness of her sparsely curling pubic hair teasing against it. 

His words reached her ears like vivid reminders of her past experiences, but 
Carol was transfixed by the lewd sight of the three nakedly entwined people 
on the mattress next to her. She had no idea that the man under Vicky had 
also heard Chuck's voice, or that he was twisting his head to see who she 
was. All that really mattered at that moment was the burning sexual desire 
flaming up brighter in her belly, and the thought of having Chuck's cock 
fucking hard and heavy into her. Rolling voluntarily onto her back, she 
spread her legs wide and drew her knees back and up until the tiny throbbing 
tips of her nipples. Her lewdly open position spread her cunt wide and 
exposed the whole of her naked loins and crotch to her lover's appreciative 
eyes. 

"Yes, fuck me now!" Carol groaned, but he was already moving into position 
between her wide-spread legs. His cock was huge, the purple veins seeming to 
stand-out clearly, and she reached voluntarily down between their bodies, 
and with her fingertips spread the soft hair-fringed lips of her cunt apart 
to reveal the thin vertical mouth of her cuntal passage. Chuck held back for 
a moment as she arched her loins up, trying to desperately to find the 
thick, lust-engorged head of his cock. She mewled and whined until he 
finally grunted and thrust heavily forward, slipping the heated tip of his 
penis into the warm, wet passage between her inner thighs. He ground it in 
slowly, teasingly, holding back on purpose while she impatiently nibbled the 
thinly bearded lips of her soft blonde pussy up his long column, bucking and 
mewling each time he sank deeper into her hungrily waiting cunt. The hotly 
pulsating walls of her vaginal passage seemed to suck and bite at his prick, 
pulling and drawing on it greedily as if to get his whole body inside. Still 
he held back the remaining three inches until she squirmed pleadingly 
beneath him like a wild bitch in heat, and then he slammed hard into her, 
sinking the thick full length of his lust-hardened cock up deep into her 
belly, the smooth rubbery tip striking bluntly into her cervix. 

"OOocKiooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, God, Chuck! Fuck it good! Please fuck it good!" 

Sonofabitch, Bob's eyes suddenly popped open wide as he realized who the 
naked girl on the mattress was. His wife was there, right next to him, and 
she was being fucked by some guy! Fucked good, and obviously loving it! A 
thousand questioned echoed through his mind, questions he didn't have 
answers for, but between the hashish haze and Vicky Richard's warmly sucking 
lips on his cock below, he couldn't concentrate on any of them. All that he 
could think of right then was getting to Carol, doing something, anything, 
that would vent the anger he felt. She had tricked him, that was apparent 
enough, and the thought occurred to him that she was aware of his presence, 
his being sucked by Vicky. Maybe that was why she was letting herself be 
fucked right next to him! To show him! To get even! 

Bob slipped his tongue from the young girl's hotly clinging pussy above him, 
pushing her head up from his near bursting erection at the same time. She 
moaned her displeasure, even though her own husband, Jack's, cock was still 
ramming hard into her rectum. She had no idea that Bob was Carol's husband. 
He ignored Vicky's protests, crawling off the mattress on all fours toward 
Carol and Chuck. He was stunned to see how much she was enjoying it, her 
tight, blonde fringed little cunt practically climbing up the hard, rigid 
male cock screwing into her. 

"Turn her over! I wanna split her cheatin' little ass-hole wide open! NOW!" 
Bob shouted down at Chuck. The sound of his voice was all that was necessary 
to identify who he was, but Carol looked up, her eyes bulging wide in shock 
to see that her own husband was standing angrily over her. She had no idea 
where he'd come from, but he was stripped completely naked, his cock wet and 
glistening in the dull light of the bedroom. 

"Bob! ... I..." She didn't know what to say, but her recognition was all 
that Chuck needed to encourage him to do as Bob commanded. The idea of a 
dual fuck was fine with him, and he took hold of her hips, rolling with her 
until she was straddled helplessly above him, her buttocks waving 
defenselessly behind her in the air. 

"No! Please! I. . . " Carol pleaded, her mind a mass of confused thoughts. 
Bob had caught her in the arms of another man, and he was going to punish 
her horribly and drive his anger-hardened cock deep into her anus. Oh God! 
It would kill her! Chuck held her tightly, his cock sunk its full length in 
her burning cunt, and his legs kept her thighs spread wide apart, leaving 
her anus open to her young husband, Bob's coming assault. She was helpless, 
and she trembled helplessly, knowing there was nothing she could do, no 
escape at all from her coming fate. 

"Oooohhh, God! Bob, darling! Don't do that to meee!" she tearfully pleaded 
in one last desperate try. 

But, Bob, ignoring her cries completely, moved down onto the mattress, 
straddling Chuck's legs while forcing his young fearfully groaning wife's 
legs out even wider. Her position was such that the softly rounded cheeks of 
her buttocks were spread wide apart, exposing her tiny virgin anus in the 
open crevice just above the thick, flesh rod buried deep up in her 
hair-lined cunt. Vicky had taken Jack's cock easily enough, but then Vicky 
had been fucked in the ass before. He knew that Carol's ass-hole was going 
to be tight, and without saying another word, he spit down on it and probed 
into the rubbery passage with the tip of his middle finger to prepare it for 
the greater entry to come momentarily. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhhh! Nooooo Pleaseeeee!" she moaned, the sudden thrust of his 
digit into her behind searing through her like a hot poker. Yet, her body 
shivered with lewd anticipation. She had been caught letting another man 
fuck her, and now he was going to punish her. He was going to drive his 
angered cock far up into her rectum, just like Jack was doing to Vicky at 
that very moment, while at the same time Chuck was fucking from below up 
into her cunt. A masochistic excitement took hold of her thoughts as, his 
palm pressed flat against her softly trembling ass-cheeks now, his finger 
wormed lewdly in and out of the warm rubbery walls of her defenseless anus, 
enlarging her rectum for the coming entrance of his punishing cock. 

Drilling his finger in the tiny pink hole, Bob suddenly didn't care about 
the reasons his wife was there at the party. The idea of fucking her in her 
proud little ass-hole was all that dominated his thoughts, and the lewd 
excitement made him impatient. Slipping his finger from the tight rubbery 
opening, he spread her soft, yielding buttock cheeks wide with his thumbs, 
and he arched his hips forward until the blood swollen head of his cock made 
nakedly quivering contact with the tiny, elastic-like circle. 

Feeling the bulbous head of her husband's cock pressing into her sensitively 
exposed anal lips, her heart pounded wildly with fear as she knew the 
forgiving pain would be coming soon. The pressure was unrelenting and 
insistent, and she was certain that with two male cocks sunk deep up between 
her legs at the time her helpless body would be split open all the way to 
her breasts! 

Waiting for the right instant, Bob felt his young bride's tightly clenched 
rectal mouth relax momentarily, and shoving hard forward against the tiny 
orifice, he watched as the tight restricting ring of flesh stretched wide 
and then with a slight popping sound slip rubberily up over the tip of his 
cock. His wife cried out in pain, the sound muffled by man's hotly sucking 
mouth locked to her lips from below, and her legs flailed out on either side 
of him, struggling hopelessly to escape the cruel impalement. 

She jerked and bucked beneath him, trying to throw him off, but she was held 
tightly by Chuck as Bob skewered into her tightly-resisting anus another 
cruel and painful inch. 

"Oooohhhhh! Godddddd! Nnoooooo!" Her cries blended with the screams of 
ecstasy issuing from Vicky's mouth on the mattress next to her, and in spite 
of her passion-pained state, she twisted her head to see the lewd coupling 
of her girl friend. Jack was buffeting Vicky's wide-stretched ass-hole like 
a maniac, and through the haze in her mind, she realized that the man Vicky 
had been sucking was gone. The realization struck her like a thunder-bolt as 
she remembered the ring the man had been wearing. It was her husband's ring! 
That had been Bob with his face lodged up between her girl friend's 
widespread thighs all along, and now he was killing her for the same thing 
by driving his penis in her rectum. Carol, through the haze of the pain 
between her legs, knew she should be angry, but all of her thoughts were 
cruelly dispelled by a sudden greater searing pain back there in her rectum. 

Bob made one last savage thrust, the rubbery walls of her ass-hole expanding 
before his invading cock until every inch of his member was buried in the 
hotly clinging passage. His groin mashed into the soft cheeks of her 
buttocks with a loud slap, and his cock was sunk deep up inside her 
gaspingly contracting belly, joining Chuck's cock already buried lewdly 
there in her cunt. 

She could only whimper as she felt her rectum stretched by the last 
humiliating blow of having her husband's cock completely filling her belly. 
The pain didn't matter anymore, nor did the shame. She was sandwiched 
helplessly like a whore between the two of them, the thin wall of flesh 
between her anus and cunt the only separation between the two deeply 
imbedded instruments. Then, as though her nakedly imprisoned body were 
nothing but a mindless receptacle for their passion, they both began to fuck 
in and out of her belly at the same time. At first their rhythm was uneven 
and broken, but gradually they began driving up between open thighs into the 
wide stretched mouths like they were one. She felt pain, but not as it had 
been on Bob's initial entry. Her anal passage was burning and clenching 
tightly in protest from the heat of his cruel thrust, but in a sudden 
masochistic frenzy of despair and lust, she grunted down into Chuck's hotly 
kissing mouth below and bravely started fucking back. The slow, teasing 
grinding motions of her cunt and ass-hole were gradual at first, as if she 
was testing to see what would happen, and she was surprised to discover that 
the pain she expected just simply wasn't there. Instead she was overcome by 
a strange new sensation of orgiastic bliss and she began to enjoy the 
bestial and lewd sodomizing of her secret, so well protected before, anal 
passage. 

"Oooohhhh! Oooohhhhh! Ooooohhhh!" she began to chant in time to their 
crushing thrusts into her now gratefully accepting cunt and ass-hole. Faster 
and faster they plowed their desire-enraged cocks into her flesh filled 
young belly, punishing her between them like an oversized, limply discarded, 
Raggedy Ann doll. Then, suddenly she too was being caught up in a wildly 
raging storm of heated passions as the two male phalluses pistoned like well 
oiled machines in and out of her widely stretched cunt and rectum. She was 
being fucked half to death by two men at once, and the complete helplessness 
of her situation drove her into a crazed frenzy of lust that seemed beyond 
all reason. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the now screaming Vicky as 
Jack's cock pumped his sperm deep into her rectum, and the thought of having 
her own husband's cock filling her rectum with hot cum at the same time 
Chuck's cock filled her cunt made her mind whirl dizzily with uncontrolled 
lust. 

"Oooohh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" 

As if obeying her command, the two rhythmically fucking instruments suddenly 
swelled up larger, plowing deep into her belly, as her twinly absorbing 
passages clamped tightly around them. And then, as though she were being 
given a douche and an enema at the same time, their tightly pressed together 
balls simultaneously exploded down between her thighs and began ejaculating 
their hotly boiling male sperm deep up inside her. The maddening sensation 
of their heated cum, husband's and lover's surging together up inside her 
nakedly twisting body was the final act, and her semen flooded belly began 
jerking and quivering like it too was about to explode. 

"Ooooohhh ... Uuuuggghhh ... I'mmmmmm cccuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggg!" 

She bucked wildly against the two, still orgasmically jerking cocks, hot, 
lava-like cum pumping furiously into her rectum and cunt until she was 
insane with the pleasure. Her orgasm too gushed liquidly out of her cunt, 
spilling hotly between her thighs and drenching the relentlessly emptying 
balls of the two men, as both fleshy columns were jerking and squirting out 
the last of their steaming hot jism at the same time. Her cunt and rectum 
were filled almost to the bursting with the white, thinly pooling cum and 
she was overflowing down between her open thighs with the joining mixture of 
her own orgasmic liquid. They finally all three collapsed in a spent and 
satiated heap, rolling on the mattress until they were all lying on their 
sides. Chuck slipped his penis from her wide-stretched vagina with a wet 
sucking noise that could be heard through-out the room, and he grinned his 
satisfaction. Carol lay still, Bob's cock remaining imbedded deep in her 
forever stretched young anus for several seconds more, but then he too 
pulled his cock from between her legs. They both realized that quite a few 
people had gathered around for the wild, uninhibited exhibition of lust they 
had just put on and they knew there was no time for an emotional 
confrontation between them. Something more important that they both wanted 
more than explanations was presenting itself. She hardly looked at Bob, nor 
he at her, as the newlyweds, Vicky and Jack, were already joining them on 
the mattress, excitedly anticipating the exchange of partners that neither 
Carol nor Bob felt like resisting at that precise moment. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Mr. Robert Fontaine, please ... This is Mrs. Fontaine calling!" Carol 
tapped the telephone nervously as she listened to the inevitable clicking 
noises of her call being transferred. 

"Mr. Fontaine's office," came a slightly snobbish voice. 

"Hello, Anna, this is Mrs. Fontaine. Is your ogre boss able to speak on the 
telephone?" She always got a kick out of rattling Bob's secretary. 

"Oh ... Yes, one moment please, Mrs. Fontaine." 

Carol put her hand over the receiver as she cleared her voice, and when Bob 
picked up his phone she began singing immediately. He didn't interrupt her 
as she sang through the complete verse of 'Happy Birthday'. 

"You know, I don't think Carol Ann Fontaine can sing any better than I," he 
said when she had finished. "But I must say, her voice is a whole lot 
sexier!" he added laughing. 

"Maybe I can't sing well, but that doesn't necessarily mean I can't do other 
things well," she said in an exaggerated, sexually breathy voice. 

"That, I'll have to go along with!" 

"Why thank you, darling. I don't want to take up too much of your expensive 
time, but I called to remind you that tonight is not only Wednesday, but 
your birthday. You are expected to arrive on time in exactly two hours!" She 
took a deep breath before going on. "Take a look at your watch, because I 
expect you on time, ready to be wined and dined like never before. And not 
incidentally, you're really going to love the dessert!" 

"Sounds enticing ... Can you give me a clue?" Bob pressed, knowing what his 
wife was getting at. 

"I can only tell you that many special guests will be here, including Vicky 
and Jack," she replied in a half whispered voice. 

"Sounds like a party I don't want to miss. You can count on my being on 
time!" Bob's voice turned more serious then. "Thank you darling ... For 
being you! And the birthday party!" 

"Just one of many to come, darling!" 

When she hung up, Bob suddenly smiled and wondered if she was referring to 
birthdays or all the naked guests that would be gracing their beds, couches, 
and floors that coming evening ... Oh well, it didn't really matter, he 
could hardly wait to get his hands on Jack's new young bride, Vicky, again. 
He'd give her a ride tonight she'd never forget ... 


THE END
