The Degraded Wife
by Jon Larson


INTRODUCTION 

In our fast-paced age, the time of the so-called Nuclear Family, 
neighborhood and community ties are often stretched to the thinnest as 
couples move in and out, sometimes barely unpacking before they are gone 
again. It is little wonder that these communities offer little for the 
lonely housewife, the "salesman's widow" who needs more than anything a 
friendly smile now and then to guide her through the often lonely times when 
her husband and breadwinner is away. 

These women, many of them young and sexually at their peak, are forced by 
the rules of money-making to live what is at best an unnatural existence, 
deprived of their husbands for days or even weeks, alone and without the 
kind of attention a responsive female needs and deserves. 

There is little surprise when some of these women stray, tempted by the 
occasional man who enters their lives. Most of these same wives would never 
have thought of adultery, even in their wildest moment, had their husbands 
been closer at hand. But they do... and they do it by the thousands every 
day of every week. 

This novel attempts to take you into the secret lives of several such women, 
to help you understand their temptations and their failures. To give us all 
a clearer understanding of this often tragic phenomenon. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

Bill Hodges looked covetously at the next house on his route, an enormous 
Tudor-style mansion with gardener-kept lawns and a formal garden. There was 
a winding brick driveway that led to the three-car garage. Outside the 
opening to one of the automobile bays, a uniformed chauffeur who looked to 
be of the pre-horseless carriage vintage, polished slowly and methodically 
the gleaming wax-coated finish of an immense Rolls Royce. 

He supposed he should be grateful for the kind of job that took him to 
houses like this, but he wasn't... right now he would have traded it all for 
a cold beer. Cleaning and maintaining rich people's swimming pools was not 
such a hard way to make a buck if it weren't for all the stuck-up old farts 
he had to suck up to. Withered old women in bikinis that would turn a man's 
stomach and half-senile goats so old that the sun refused to even tan their 
leathery skin. 

He shook his head disgustedly as he envisioned what would await him behind 
the redwood fence that surrounded the pool. He nodded courteously to the 
chauffeur. 

"Hi... I'm from the pool service. Can I go in?" he asked, waiting for the 
old man to show some sign of recognizing him or even of being alive. For a 
moment he thought the old codger had died there leaning on that Rolls, and 
his arms were just working back and forth in a kind of chauffeur's 
death-dance. He laughed to himself at the vision of that old man just 
polishing away until the fender wore through and he fell onto the drive, 
still polishing. 

"Yeah... and what's so funny, boy?" the chauffeur squinted menacingly. Bill 
knew better than to tangle with these old family hangers-on; often they were 
the real bosses in a house full of near-corpses. 

"Nothing, sir... I was just remembering a joke I heard on the radio driving 
over. Is it all right to clean the pool now?" Bill asked officiously in his 
best serviceman's voice. The only thing missing was the click of his heels, 
and he thought of that but decided the old driver was not one to appreciate 
a joke. 

"Go ahead... the lady of the house is by the pool, but she left instructions 
for you to be allowed in." He turned back to the mirror-bright finish. 

"Thank you." I'll bet she left instructions... probably seventy years old if 
she's a day, and she's hoping I'll take my shirt off while I'm working... 
these old broads are all alike... horny as a roomful of sailors on shore 
leave! 

From the corner of his eye, he saw the feeble old servant wobble over to an 
ancient wall telephone and crank the handle, pressing down a red button on 
its square black base. Bill laughed cautiously under his breath... probably 
calling his druggist for some more heart pills! 

He pushed open the heavy wooden gate, lugging his tool box and managing a 
balancing act with the extension-type pool skimmer and vacuum. It took him a 
moment to see her as the sun caught him full-on in the eyes... when she came 
into focus, it was hazily, her voluptuous curves partially hidden by the 
late-afternoon sun. 

"Come on in and shut the gate... Higgins gets apoplectic when he sees me 
like this," the beautiful blonde purred. She was stretched across an 
expensive chaise, her rich-girl tresses spilling over the sides of the 
padded mattress... and she was completely naked! 

Bill did a double and then a triple take, looked away and coughed nervously. 
He had seen a lot of things on this job, but this was too much... she could 
have stepped off the centerfold pages of Playboy or Penthouse! 

"Uh... is it all right for me to be here?" he managed, his voice cracking to 
his chagrin. "I mean... I could come back another time." 

She lifted her head and looked at him and he stared back... a kind of potent 
animal magnetism seemed to pass between them like radiant energy. Bill was 
almost afraid to let his imagination run away with him. He had been warned 
that this job could go to a man's head... or to his crotch. And guys who 
fell prey to designing wives found themselves on the unemployment line... if 
they were lucky. 

"C'mon in... there's nothing like the present. And don't worry about my 
husband getting annoyed. He's asleep in his study... with his brandy. Where 
he is every afternoon. And that door... well, it could be locked if you're 
worried." She smiled thinly, but there was a wealth of hidden suggestion 
behind it and Bill felt his cock harden under his workpants. 

He smiled as enigmatically as he could manage and threw the lock on the door 
behind him. They were effectively walled from the outside world, with just 
one pair of shuttered windows overlooking the pool area from the main house. 
She saw him looking at them. 

"That's my bedroom... and my husband never goes in there." Her legs parted 
almost imperceptibly. "Never... not even at night." Her voice seemed to 
richen and Bill could feel the heat of her ripe full nakedness from where he 
stood a dozen feet away. She was not a day over thirty-five, with the body 
of a twenty year old, tanned all over except the pink half- dollar-sized 
rounds of her nipples. And she was beautiful... breathtakingly beautiful. 

She looked him over with cool, calculating calmness as casual as though she 
were fully clothed instead of completely naked. "You're new on this route... 
what happened to, uh, Harry?" 

A flash of memory burst into Bill's thoughts - that's why the S.O.B. was 
reluctant to take that promotion out to Eden Valley! He didn't want to leave 
this behind! 

"He's gone... he got promoted," Bill said, trying to match her coolness word 
for word. 

"And you're going to take his place... permanently?" she purred. 

"Maybe... what did you have in mind?" 

She winced at his insubordination - this was supposed to be her show and she 
did not like being upstaged. "Don't be too sure of yourself, big boy. You 
haven't proved anything to me yet." 

"What's to prove? I'm here to clean the pool... unless there was something 
else you wanted?" He grinned boyishly, showing his white teeth. 

"Yes," she answered, a wicked smile playing across her naturally moist lips. 
"I'd like you to fuck me." 

At the call from Higgins, W.F. Crosby Senior left his comfortable Sloane's 
chair in his walnut-panelled study and hurried as fast as his sixty-one 
years would allow to the corner bedroom suite his wife of less than a year 
occupied. He knew all the stories she had spread about him - the servants 
were faithful indeed after all these years, and nothing much was said or 
done on the Crosby estate without his knowledge. 

This serviceman was a newcomer and Crosby hoped he would be as exciting to 
watch as the last one. That Harry fellow was a bit crude, but he offered an 
afternoon's entertainment cheaply enough... with the binoculars he always 
took when he peered through the shutters down to the pool below! 

He seated himself next to the windows and opened the shutters just enough to 
rest the binoculars on the most convenient space between them. He twirled 
the focus knob until his wife's voluptuous body was clearly in focus. 

He could see the look in her eyes, the licking of her lips... and he knew 
what he was in for. Another afternoon watching his young wife screw some 
half-witted serviceman silly! 

CHAPTER TWO 

Bill was still standing with his mouth open, slack-jawed at the wanton 
boldness of the pretty young married woman's urgent proposition. She was 
incredibly beautiful in an unusually sensuous way, and it was not just her 
sunbathing nudity that accounted for it... she had a kind of magnetic 
attraction, almost a musky lure about her that made it near- impossible to 
turn her down. 

He thought of his job, how well it was going, and how quickly he would be 
canned if word of this leaked back to the sales office. They wouldn't hear 
of any hanky-panky, for it would just take one irate husband spreading the 
word at the country club and they would be out of business. None of the 
executives in town would dream of buying one of their expensive pools if 
they suspected the servicemen would be after their lonely wives! 

But still... there was that unearthly attraction this young blonde with such 
a gorgeous, available body possessed, this attraction that muddled his 
thoughts and made it difficult to be rational. 

"What's the matter, big boy? Cat got your tongue?" she purred, her own soft 
pink tongue sensuously swiping over her lips. 

Bill laughed nervously, glancing around almost as if he expected an irate 
husband and a pair of private eyes to jump from the neatly-trimmed tropical 
foliage that surrounded the custom-built pool. 

"No... my tongue's all right," he winked. "But I'm not that certain about 
what you said... What happens if your ol' man comes running in?" 

The beautiful blonde laughed, and when she did, her naked suntanned breasts 
rose and fell excitedly. "My husband? Shit, lover, he hasn't run anywhere in 
twenty years! Unless he might have run off to count his money once or twice! 
C'mon, baby... that is, if you're man enough." She cocked her head to one 
side and let her eyes slide down his sleek, muscled young body, mentally 
undressing him. Bill could actually feel the heat of her intense stare. 

He looked up at the closed and shuttered windows on the second floor, the 
only ones with a view of the pool. 

"Go ahead... lock the gate. Then we'll be absolutely alone. None of the 
servants would dare disturb me here," she purred like a gorgeous feline in 
anxious heat. 

Bill closed the latch on the redwood gate and started toward her, his libido 
rising as he saw the voluptuous nakedness of her beautiful unloved body 
beginning to come alive in anxious anticipation. He reached the side of her 
chaise lounge and he leaned over her, still in his uniform, gazing down at 
the crinkly, swelling tips of her nipples, her deliciously curvaceous 
breasts. And down further along the trim, well-maintained curve of her body, 
the light brown fleece of her pubic vee... and the moistened, quivering lips 
of her pussy there between her slightly-splayed thighs! 

He started to kiss her but she stopped him with her upraised hand, a 
mischievous gleam in her soft blue eyes. "Not yet... first you take that 
uniform off. I want to see what I'm getting... I'm a comparison shopper and 
I never take second best." She winked impishly at him... it was a snide 
remark he wouldn't have taken from most women, but with this one he felt 
differently. So it was a free show she wanted, huh... well, he'd show her! 
He knew his well-hung equipment was nothing to be ashamed of and it would be 
worth it just to see the look on her face when she got a look at it all 
-hard and stiff! 

"Okay, baby," he leered down at her, his eyes taking in the full expanse of 
her unashamed nakedness. "We'll play it your way." 

He smiled down at her and, taking one last furtive glance around, he started 
to undress. First, his shirt, exposing the well-muscled strength of his 
working man's chest... and then his work pants and jockey shorts. Her eyes 
never left his body for an instant. There was no fake modesty or shyness 
with this gorgeous, sexy creature... she knew what she wanted and she wasn't 
ashamed to show it! 

When his pants dropped to the concrete pool deck and he stepped out of them, 
kicking off his loafers and pushing his socks off with his big toe, she 
murmured approvingly and a long, low moan rumbled from her throat. 

"Mmmmm... nice, honey," she breathed deeply, extending one hand to lovingly 
caress the long, thick flesh of his penis. It throbbed under her gentle, 
loving touch and swelled into full, jutting erection... a man-sized hardness 
any guy would have been proud of. 

She touched it cautiously with her other hand, extending her arm across her 
full, tantalizing breasts; her two hands encircled the thick, turgid pole of 
his erection and she stroked it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and 
forth between her palms as his prick swelled into full, virile hardness. 

"I ain't ever had any complaints," he said with a confident smirk, his hands 
on his naked hips, his pelvis stuck slightly out, and his cock warmly 
cradled in the married woman's grip. 

Her legs parted a little more and he could easily see in the tree-filtered 
sunlight the beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her 
vagina. When her legs opened wider, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed 
to flower into eager openness... Man, was she ever a cock-hungry piece! She 
was just aching for it... aching for a long hard hunk of prick between her 
legs! 

Bill crawled cautiously onto the double-sized chaise beside her and reached 
a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks. He was 
less than surprised to find she had the pert skin tautness of a young girl 
-she was clearly the kind of rich woman who kept her body in shape, quite 
possible because it was the most priceless asset she could claim that was 
truly her own. 

She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed as she breathed 
anxiously, her lips seeking his. He kissed her and she responded like the 
high-school tramp out for a drive-in gang bang... her mouth opened around 
his and her lips ground into his teeth as her tongue searched furtively down 
his throat. 

Her hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between their 
reclining bodies and firmly gripped the one thing she needed most... his 
long, hard dick! 

Bill moaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the 
thick, blood- engorged length of his cock and he kissed her arousedly, 
answering her fervent soul-kiss with one of his own. He felt strangely 
excited... not in years had the simple act of kissing aroused him so... 
perhaps it was her hand on his prick that made the difference! 

Suddenly he knew just how badly he needed her, how much he wanted to fuck 
this gorgeous married woman. He had a wife of his own, every bit as pretty 
as this cunt and maybe prettier... but that seemed not to matter now. He had 
to have her! Karen would just have to forgive him... and if she didn't, to 
hell with her! 

The naked blonde eagerly squirmed her sweet-smelling feminine body 
frantically against the slender, muscled expanse of his working-man's body. 
Her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth from exercise and expensive spas, 
ground against his and he could feel her rising heat, like a consuming 
fever, burning, frantically in her loins. 

Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his cock shot up 
between them as if it had a homing-device built in... eagerly in search of 
the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those soft, 
trembling thighs! Her arms went around him and she gripped him desperately, 
breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back... her 
thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he 
rolled effortlessly onto her naked blonde beauty. 

"Mmmmm, lover... you're so big and hard! God, I can't wait a second longer, 
darling! Stick that big thing in me... stick it in my cunt!" she gasped, 
hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened 
to consume her with their rabid ferocity... unless she had his cock inside 
her! Unless she could quench the ardent lust-flames with the gushing bliss 
of his virile cum! 

Her delicate hands seemed to be everywhere at once, hotly searching his 
hard, muscled nakedness like it was the first man she had seen... or 
touched. She touched him all over, feeling the ridges of his muscles, 
brushing over the hairy patches of his legs and chest, and anxiously 
squeezing the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks. His cock probed deeply 
between her thighs, the bulbous, pulsing head pressing incitingly against 
the puckered moist lips of her pussy. 

She squirmed under his muscled weight like an anxious schoolgirl about to 
get laid for the first time, her back arching in suprising strength. 
Wantonly, she wriggled her hand between their bellies and spread apart the 
pliant pink folds of her pussy to give him greater access to her 
hotly-steaming slit. 

"Lover, hurry... I can't stand it! I need your cock soooo bad!" She mewled 
in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving passionate welts 
of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly clawed him in 
her rising, furious desire. 

He squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over 
the crinkly- hard peaks of her nipples until her thighs opened wider still, 
her loins wriggling upward until she had the head of his prick luridly 
between the soft splayed lips of her twat. 

"Hey, that's nice," he mumbled, his cock trembling from the tickling fingers 
of a hundred curly pubic hairs around its sensitive, lust-bloated head. 

She groaned impetuously... she could stand it not a second longer! Her legs 
opened until Bill wondered if she was double-jointed, her ankles locked now 
around his hips as her feet pounded barefoot frustrations on his naked back! 

"Ooooohhh, God, come on... fuck me before I die!" she gasped, her voice 
richening and cracking with fervent arousal. Her lips trembled as she spoke 
and her eyelids fluttered as if she were losing consciousness. She was about 
to cum and he hadn't even fucked her yet! 

Bill wanted nothing more than to sink his aching, burning pole of flesh 
between her thighs and fuck her silly, but she was even quicker than he was 
in going for his jutting, blood- pulsing cock... she grabbed it and worked 
it with a squeal of anxious pleasure between the pliant moist folds of her 
ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his dick through the fleecy 
light brown softness of her pubic curls and into the hot, clasping grip of 
her cunt! 

"Aaaahhhhh... it's going in me! I can feel it there in my pussy! God, it's 
even bigger than it looked... Mmmmm, push it in, lover! Push hard!" she 
choked, her eyes half open as she looked blankly up at him. It didn't matter 
that she could barely see his face... it didn't matter if he was young or 
old; white, black or yellow... the part of him that mattered was there 
between her anxiously-stirring thighs - his big, beautiful hard cock! 

He entered her with a single, deep-thrusting stroke... a hugely-powerful 
lunge that sank his cock into her upturned pussy with the strength of a 
dozen men. Like a stallion mounting a whimpering mare in heat... he surged 
into her like a fist into soft sweet butter. 

"Oooohhhh! Yessss!" she whimpered animalishly, hissing up at him through 
clenched white teeth as the taut, rubbery grip of her twat pulled him 
wantonly into the liquid depths of her belly. 

Bill gasped at the ravenous pressure of her surprisingly tight pussy... the 
walls closed hotly around the thrusting shaft of his hardened penis like a 
warm moist fist. He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite pain of her 
incredible cuntal grip... she was like a nineteen-year-old virgin! 

Deep into her very insides his lust-stiffened erection probed rapaciously; 
her delicious tightness was so remarkable that he nearly cried out from the 
strength of her grip. She was one of that rare breed of female with absolute 
control down there where it mattered... she had a real, honest-to-God 
snapping pussy! 

His pain quickly subsided in the gushing flood of her pussy-juices, a 
veritable torrent of warm moist lubrication that oozed around the thick, 
pistoning length of his cock and made his entry a lingering moment of pure, 
unbridled bliss! 

Less than fifteen minutes ago, he did not even know this woman existed... 
and now he was fucking her with every inch of his hard, manly prick, her 
nakedness beneath him mewling and writhing with the frenzied, hurtful 
passions of a wanton college coed getting it for the first time. 

She gurgled and grunted with every thrust of his long, stiff prick; her 
buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling 
after-shocks of his deep- thrusting fucking as her skin shivered with the 
strength of their adulterous lovemaking. 

She was in pain... that rapturous, secret pain that only a woman will ever 
know, the agonizingly delicious pain of being fucked! Bill enjoyed with a 
trace of sadistic relish his ability to hurt this beautiful, country-club 
bitch so easily... all it took was an extra-powerful thrust of his long hard 
cock, the vicious flick deep inside her, and she was like soft putty in his 
arms. He could do anything to her, hurt her, make her scream... and she was 
powerless to answer with any pain of her own. It was woman's eternal curse, 
perhaps a relegation from the original sins of the Garden... naked in the 
arms of a man, she was always the slave and man was always her master! It 
was the way of the universe! 

His breath coming deeply and hurriedly, Bill pushed down hard with all his 
virile strength and she met him with surprising vigor, pushing up against 
him with such anxious furor that they both nearly toppled from the chaise 
lounge. She grunted and moaned with demoniacal frenzy, like a woman 
possessed of the devil himself... and this firm, muscled young man was her 
own private incubus! 

He cursed silently under his breath when a tree limb moved in the wind, 
momentarily obscuring his view, but he was able to shift enough in his chair 
to regain the vantage he wanted... looking almost right down on his 
unfaithful wife and the pool serviceman! 

You always were a slut, he spat down at her. 

But it's been my nature to make the best of life's adversities, even this. 
You think you're pulling the wool over my eyes with your poolside escapades, 
but I'm smarter than you, Caroline... I've always been and I always will be! 

Go ahead, tramp and let him fuck you! I enjoy it... it's all the sex I get 
these days! Don't hold back... show him your whole repertoire, I don't mind! 

The middle-aged Crosby reached under his velvet robe and opened his 
undershorts with one hand, still peering excitedly through the expensive 
German binoculars. His fist closed around the fleshy, soft length of his 
prick and he began to slowly, rhythmically, pump it up and down... he felt 
it begin to stiffen, just as it always did when he watched his unfaithful 
wife in the act with her serviceman boyfriends. 

He laughed softly as his cock surged into full, potent erection... Oh, you 
stupid cunt! You think I can 7 even get it up any longer. I just won't get 
it up for you! I don't want to fuck you, you slut! Let these stupid clods do 
it for me... I wouldn't soil my dick by touching you now! Now now... not 
ever! 

But he made a mental note to have Higgins do some checking on this one. 
Harry, the last of Caroline's Paramours, had been unfortunately single and 
unattached... but maybe this time it would be different. Maybe that 
long-dormant plan could be put into action, he smiled to himself. 

Go ahead, you dumb musclehead... I may get the last laugh yet! 

They thrashed about on that shaky chaise lounge like a pair of mating salmon 
in some cold-water mountain stream, their bodies fused as one by the 
lascivious heat of their forbidden passion. 

Bill smiled down at her lust-contorted face, still beautiful despite the 
agonized grimace of rising desire that twisted her features into a mask of 
absolute surrender. She was close to the brink of her screaming, 
back-scratching orgasm, he grinned. His virile, muscular young body was 
sweat-soaked, the tiny rivulets of perspiration dripping from the hollows 
and crevices of his legs and torso and oozing onto the naked married woman's 
tingling flesh. 

He pumped up and down like a sex-machine, a deep-thrusting rhythm of long 
hard strokes, every one boring to the hilt in her upturned crotch, pushing 
hard into the tight, moist grip of her cunt until his balls slapped lewdly 
into the smooth hairless cleft of her buttocks and his pelvis ground 
salaciously against the soft pink flesh of her nakedly- splayed pussy! 

Bill could feel her ecstatic climb to the pinnacle of her wanton climax... 
he could feel her body tauten, every muscle, every pore, attuned to this 
wild, devastating ascent... another few seconds and she would be a 
screaming, scratching demon in his arms! 

She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her smooth thighs, 
opening and closing them scissor-like as she matched his piledriver 
cock-thrusts ounce for ounce with the upthrusting fervent 'flesh of her 
crotch. She ground hotly against his hard muscular virility. Her moans had 
degenerated into a hoarse muffled gasp as she struggled to keep from 
screaming lest the servants hear. But it was increasingly difficult as the 
time-bomb of her passion ticked toward the moment that was only seconds 
away... her naked, writhing orgasm! 

And then... ! 

"Unnggghh... don't stop... that's it, lover! Hard, harder!" she gasped, her 
eyes suddenly popping open wide as if a thousand volts had been sent through 
an electric line to her sensitive, squirming twat. 

She choked back the scream that hung in her throat and Bill grinned 
sadistically as he saw her face flush with color, almost purplish, as she 
held back the jarring, satisfying yell that he knew she needed. He grabbed a 
quick, furtive breath and stepped up the powerful, lust-stirring pace of his 
fucking... his cock was pumping in and out of her flowered pussy- lips now 
so fast that it seemed to heat up from the lascivious friction! 

"Yes,-yes... I'm cumming! I'm ccccuuuummmmiinngg!" she gasped, louder than 
she wanted to, but still managing to hold back the scream she ached to empty 
from her lungs. Her knees pulled so far back that her toes curled in his 
longish dark hair and she impishly toyed with his ears as she giggled 
hysterically beneath him in that babbling, mindless aftermath of her wild, 
savage orgasm. She shook convulsively, gasping and choking for what little 
air she could manage, and every single spasm of her naked, sweat-soaked body 
sucked another deep thrust from his still-rigid cock. 

Bill slowed his ravishing pace mercifully, sensing that the beautiful 
married blonde would be climbing the walls if he didn't. She shook and 
shuddered in the after-shocks of her adulterous orgasm, her arms and legs 
still locked around his firm youthful hardness. 

"Mmmmmmm... you're too much, lover! I'm a lump of jelly and you're still as 
hard as a rock! What a cock, darling... I love it, I just love it!" she 
exclaimed, her voice tremoring with girlish excitement. 

Bill tried to look nonchalant, still on his elbows and knees over her, his 
pipe-hard prick between her upturned thighs. He gave it a playful throb and 
felt her belly tighten around the deep-burrowed thickness of his erection. 

"Ooooohh, honey... take it out and lie down here," she whispered, her voice 
rich and husky with feminine passion. "No, I've got a better idea... sit 
here beside me and watch!" 

Bill levered upward and felt his stiffened rigidity slip from her taut 
cuntal wetness with a reluctant plop! 

"Wow, it's still hard as a brick!" she giggled as he swung his weight off of 
her and rested his feet on the concrete poolside patio, sitting on the edge 
of the chaise lounge. She squirmed out from under him and jumped up with 
surprising energy, vibrant and misted with a fine glistening sheen of 
perspiration... buoyant with the exuberance of sated desires. 

She crawled off the chaise lounge and dropped to her knees between his 
legs... only then did Bill realize what she planned as a surprise for him, 
and his cock tightened in throbbing anticipation as he knew she was going to 
suck his cock! This beautiful rich married woman was going to give him a 
blow job! 

The naked blonde ogled the steel-hard erection that stood up between his 
muscular thighs like an extra leg. Her fingers began to caress it lovingly 
like it was an ivory hand-carved work of priceless art. She stroked it 
anxiously, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she stared at the 
tiny slit in the bulbous, blood-engorged head as if it was an eye and she 
was hypnotized by its unblinking stare. She rolled the thick, fleshy 
foreskin back and forth, groaning with animalish excitement as she saw the 
bluish veins along the seven- inch pole of virile maleness pulse and quiver 
with lust-heated blood! 

She stroked it and fondled it lovingly until Bill groaned with the tautening 
pain of lust- swollen balls... God, if she doesn't suck it soon, I'm gonna' 
explode! 

His hair-matted loins began to work back and forth, his buttocks rising off 
the edge of the lounge as she pulled and drew on the hard, pulsing length of 
his manly erection, her small gentle hands everywhere at once... along the 
stiffened thickness of his cock, cradling the swollen, sensitive orbs of his 
testicles, tenderly caressing the leathery sack of his scrotum, the wispy 
hairs tickling her palms. 

Then, with a giggle of aroused eagerness, she pushed her head between his 
muscle- ribbed thighs and salaciously licked the bulbous, purplish head of 
his cock with her small pink tongue. 

Bill gasped aloud and shivered involuntarily as his prick jerked into full 
aching erection, moistened now with the combined wetness of her pussy-juices 
and the warm saliva from her tongue and hps. 

The naked blonde, kneeling between his legs, moaned as if she had been 
starved for days and was now offered a royal banquet... seven inches of 
hard, hot cock! 

She worked her glistening pink lips down along the turgid pole of virile 
rigidity, drawing her ovaled mouth over his cock like a tight condom. The 
warmth of her clasping lips and tongue enclosed his prick in a fervent 
pressure of arousal that made him shudder again and again with exquisite 
rippling shock-waves of desire. Her tongue swirled heatedly around his 
erection in a gesturing effort of utter abandon! 

Bill groaned anxiously and shoved his cock deeply down her throat, expecting 
her to gag and pull away as his wife always did when she attempted this, but 
to his bug-eyed amazement... she took it all! 

This was no amateurish attempt at nibbling, something half-hearted to 
satisfy her need to bring him off... this was the real thing, fellatio as it 
was meant to be! The kind of performance you'd pay a whore twenty dollars 
for, but never get the real emotion this naked married blonde was obviously 
experiencing... she wanted his cock, she wanted to eat him alive! 

Bill groaned loudly as the encasing wet warmth of her mouth closed tightly 
around his prick, like a warm fist drenched in butter... Man, what a 
cock-sucker! I could bottle this and make a fortune! 

He looked down at her delicious nakedness, her large firm tits bobbing and 
squirming as she worked frantically between his wide-splayed legs. The 
insides of his thighs rubbed incitingly over the sides of her head as her 
mouth worked hungrily up and down the full, hardened length of his cock. He 
could see it all happening... the soft pinkness of her lips tautly ovaled 
around the thickness of his prick in an expression of cock-hungry lust as 
old as time! 

She rubbed the swollen, sperm-laded orbs of his testicles with her opened 
palms; he could feel their weight throbbing anxiously as they rested in her 
hands. They were swollen inhumanly, bloated with the pressure of his 
yet-to-come orgasm... and he knew that in seconds, they would pump their 
viscous load right down this rich broad's cock-sucking gullet! 

He pushed hard into the ovaled softness of her mouth and gasped in cock-hard 
astonishment as she swallowed and let the head of his prick slide down her 
throat! She took it without choking, the muscles of her throat constricting 
deliriously around the thickness of his erection. She breathed wheezingly 
through her flared nostrils, her lips ovaled to the breaking point around 
his cock... and the lascivious sensation of fucking right into this rich 
married broad's throat brought him off. 

Bill's head went back and he grunted once, his pelvis shuddering like a tree 
in the wind, and his bloated balls began to pump like a pair of tiny 
engines, gushing the thick, sticky rush of semen up and along the pole of 
virile flesh that was so deeply imbedded down her ravaged throat passage. He 
felt the white-hot torrent ripple down the length of his cock and explode 
from the end like a hail of scatter-shot from a shot gun barrel. 

The gushing viscous spurts ricocheted down her gullet, swirling hotly down 
into her belly as she swallowed again and again, milking his still-hard cock 
with exquisite pressure until every drop of his cum was swirling thickly in 
her belly. 

She lifted her head finally from between his thighs, licking the last of his 
semen from the rubbery head of his cock with a quick swipe of her tongue. 

"You're all right, handsome. I like a man who can stay with it. None of that 
five-second quickie crap for me," she purred, looking up at him with the 
glazed look of a satisfied woman. "I hope we'll be, uh, seeing a lot of each 
other. When are you coming again?" 

Bill laughed down at her. "Not for a few more minutes, that's for sure!" 

"Oh, silly... I didn't mean that kind. When are you scheduled to make 
another service call?" 

"Well, I think your husband is signed up for one each week, but we do come 
as often as twice a week if the customer requests it." 

"Mmmm, this customer certainly requests it, lover." She stood up, putting 
her weight on his knees until she could stand without swaying. She was 
misted with a gleaming sheen of perspiration and looked like something he 
remembered from high school... a statue of a goddess he had seen on a field 
trip to the state art museum. 

She motioned to the pool. "I'm gonna take a swim, care to join me?" 

Bill shook his head. "I'd better get going... I'm behind schedule already." 

"But I'll see you again soon?" 

"Honey, you'd better believe it! The sooner the better!" 

As Bill splashed clean with the pool water and started to dress, a shuttered 
window slowly closed, unseen by either of the exhausted young lovers at 
poolside. And behind that window, a man Bill Hodges had never seen was 
working out the details of a plan... a plan for delicious revenge! 

He reached for the locked gate but suddenly turned to where the naked blonde 
lanquidly floated in the pool. 

"I'll check the pump and the filter in the pumphouse... but before I leave, 
I almost forgot... I don't know your name!" 

She laughed so hard she had to turn over to keep from sinking. Sputtering 
with pool water in her pretty nose, she called to him as he left. 
"Caroline... Caroline Crosby!" 

CHAPTER THREE 

Karen glanced at her wristwatch - nearly an hour before Bill could possibly 
be home. She switched off the television and went into their bedroom, 
anxious to get something off her mind... something that had been bothering 
her all day and now was like a knife-blade in her guts, twisting and tearing 
at her flesh. 

The pretty, slender redhead pushed her hair back behind her ears as she 
pawed through Bill's undershorts and socks drawer, in search of the Danish 
magazine she knew he secreted there. She kept glancing back over her 
shoulder, an act of unconscious apprehension, until finally she found it. 
Remembering exactly the position so she could return it without Bill 
suspecting it had been disturbed, she took it carefully with her to the bed 
and stretched out beside the multi-color large magazine. It was called 
Cross-Color Sex... a book a friend of her husband's had brought him from 
Copenhagen, and it was filled from page to page with full, exciting 
photographs of two black guys and a couple of exquisitely beautiful Danish 
blondes, in every imaginable act of sex, and a few the young redhead could 
not imagine! 

Damn that husband of mine, she cursed under her soft breath as she thumbed 
through the arousing photos... If he'd spend less time on that job of his 
and more on me, I wouldn't have to get my kicks from a magazine! It's been 
over two weeks... Darn it, I'm still young, I'm just twenty-five, and I need 
a man more often than that! He's lucky I haven't started flirting with the 
mailman or something... instead of this! 

The skillfully-photographed tryst was supposed to be the picture-story of a 
couple of Danish schoolgirls who meet a pair of Negro American soldiers on 
leave in Copenhagen. There were captions beneath some of the pictures -in 
Danish and German - but Karen didn't need a dictionary to know what was 
going on. There were a few shots of the foursome in a bar, then walking 
through Tivoli with the summer crowds around them... and then the action 
really got under way in an unnamed forest glade. 

Karen felt the tingling itch of her own unrequited passions begin to taunt 
her, burning between her slender girlish thighs like a hot flame held close 
to her loins. She was wearing her favorite daytime attire, a pair of cut-off 
jeans and an old shirt of Bill's, she slowly unzipped the faded denim jeans 
as she turned the page with her other hand... undressing just as the two 
beautiful young Danish teenagers did in the color photos. 

She pushed her jeans over her flaring hips and wriggled out of them, tugging 
them down her long smooth legs and kicking them off at the ankles. 

There was nothing but smooth skin beneath her jeans, as she wore no panties 
with her shorts while puttering about the apartment. She inhaled a quick 
breath as her fingertips lightly searched the reddish fleece of her pubic 
vee for the moist deepening slit of her pussy. 

She looked longingly at the photographs, watching the lust-stirring sequence 
unfold through the pages as the two young Danish blondes stripped to their 
girlish soft nakedness. Karen let her mind wander, unfettering her fervent 
imagination as she had before with this same picture-book... she could hear 
and feel the photos coming to life as she turned the pages... they took on 
an unreal exuberance of their own and Karen's breath began to come in short, 
shallow gasps as she rubbed the mound of her mons veneris with the opened 
butt of her palm. 

Skynd Dem! Skynd Dem! the girls were shouting in the stirring scenario 
Karen's imagination brought to life... Hurry up! Hurry up! 

The two black soldiers could hardly believe their good fortune, not having 
dared swallow all the stories they had heard back at their base in Germany. 
Stories about these Scandanavian woman and their innate curiosity about 
black-skinned men... it was more than an idle fantasy, it was almost a 
fetish with these Danes and Swedes! 

The two beautiful girls, not a day over seventeen, stretched out invitingly 
on the soft summer grass. Their legs spread apart in unmistakable hunger as 
the two soldiers stripped their civilian off-duty clothes. 

"Mmmmm... yes, the legend is true," one of them softly enunciated in perfect 
schoolgirl English. "You are... so big! I have never seen such a thing!" 

The black men dropped to their knees as if their next move were rehearsed, 
lowering their heads between the Danish blondes' slender teenager's legs. A 
chorus of moans and gasps rose from the two young girls as the wispy curls 
of the black men's afros teased over their bellies. 

"Aaaawww, yes, yes, darling!" the closest girl moaned tremorously as the 
Negro's thick pink tongue splayed through the thin, sparse curls of her 
blonde pubic hair, and parted the dew-moist folds of her vagina in one 
laving swipe. 

Karen turned the page again... the closest girl to the camera was on her 
knees, the big, well-muscled black kneeling tight up behind her... the 
camera moved in for a breathtaking closer look and Karen felt her heart 
racing in her chest as she heard the girl's frantic screams in the echoing 
silence of her own mind... ! 

"God, yes! Yes! Hurt me! Hurt me, my big black stud!" she cried, and then a 
few words of unintelligible Danish, words you wouldn't find in a traveler's 
phrasebook. And then... Ja, Ja, Jaaaa! 

Karen's hand was between her thighs, feverishly rubbing, palm down, over the 
hummock of her pussy, hotly insinuating her own fingers over the fervent 
mound of her cunt... her legs scissored open and closed in a lustful rhythm 
of naked desires as she turned the page again. 

The black men worked like a pair of dark-skinned demons from the bowels of 
hell, their hands tightly gripped over the dangling, jiggling mounds of the 
teenagers' boobies. Their thigh muscles tensed incredibly as they fucked the 
girls mercilessly, long deep strokes that bored hotly into their cock-hungry 
white bellies. Tears streamed from the girls' eyes as they reached their 
climaxes almost as one, and then went past it... into another screaming 
ecstatic orgasm, and another still! 

And when the book was at last finished, the pages shaking as Karen anxiously 
flipped them open... there were the two girls, exhausted and soaked with 
their own perspiration and the dripping salty sweat of the blacks... and the 
two soldiers were still hard, grinning broadly as they stood over the girls, 
holding their still-erect pricks like huge black swords until they knelt 
over the blonde teenagers, their buttocks pressing down over the soft mounds 
of their girlish tits... and the girls sucked their cocks! They sucked them 
until they came down their throats and the gushing thick rush of their sperm 
trickled and oozed from their lips and dribbled obscenely from their chins 
and onto their necks! Ja! Ja! Ja! 

Karen's legs were straight up in the air over her, her bare feet waving 
frantically as both her hands worked feverishly between her nakedly-splayed 
thighs. She had the pinkish moist folds of cuntal flesh parted with the 
fingers of one hand, the other one busily caressing the nerve-filled bud of 
her clitoris. 

"Unngghhh... unngghh... " She chanted mindlessly, the photo-book closed now 
and forgotten as she soared in her own private fantasies, imagining herself 
in the place of those pretty Danish girls, just her and two huge, glistening 
cocks to take away this burning hunger in her belly! 

Suddenly, she started to come... groaning and cursing between clenched 
teeth, she rolled the oily marble of her clitoris between her fingers, 
fast-pumping it as her crescendo of orgasmic intensity swelled to a pinnacle 
of grunting crying ecstasy and then blissfully subsided. 

She dozed off, her hands still between her thighs, smiling as she reminisced 
about the old days of her four-year marriage, the days when Bill used to 
take off early from his job just so they could have time for an extra round 
of lovemaking before they ate dinner. Reminiscing about how he always came 
through the front door with a hard-on, a hard-on just for her! And how they 
sometimes couldn't make it to the bedroom in their frantic passion, ripping 
and tearing at each other's clothes -and how he liked to push her down over 
the coffee table, a pillow beneath her breasts as he kneeled on the carpet 
and fucked her deliciously from behind... ! 

Oh, Bill, the job just isn't worth it! I know we need the money and I know 
you want to save for your own business', but I need you too... God, how I 
need you! I need you to fuck me, Bill... fuck me like you used to! I'm a 
real, live woman, Bill and I need it... I need it bad! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Ol' Hard-Ass Akins was waiting for him when he parked his pickup and hauled 
his gear out of the bed. He was standing by the door of his air-conditioned 
office, his arms crossed like an irritated schoolmarm about to deal with an 
errant fifth-grader. 

Bill hated his boss with the kind of intensity that brought the bile up from 
his guts every time he had to cross words with him. First of all, he was a 
pansy... a real raving queer, and there was little Bill Hodges hated worse 
than slobbering fairies. He didn't really care what a guy's sexual 
preferences were as long as he was a man about it -working with a couple of 
fags on his last job had taught him that there were all types of 
homosexuals. But Jason Akins was the worst kind and Bill had to swallow his 
pride and swallow hard every time he saw the queer son-of-a-bitch coming. 

"It's about time, Hodges," he simpered. "I thought you'd taken your vacation 
early." He looked at his watch emphatically, as if Bill should take that as 
his cue and start making excuses. Only if that was what Akins wanted, he 
didn't know Bill Hodges as well as he thought. Bill looked past him and 
winked at his private secretary, Claire, who was at her desk inside, a big 
grin of amusement on her pretty face. 

"What's eating you this time, Akins? I'm hardly a half hour late... and I 
finished all I was assigned. So what's the beef?" Bill stood close to him, 
not too close, but enough for his boss to feel the full strength of 
six-and-a-quarter feet of real man towering over his five- five skinny 
frame. Bill would never have hurt him -beating up on fags was not his style 
- but he did get a kick out of watching the old queen squirm. He never knew 
whether it was fear or passion that made the balding, flabbish man break out 
in a sweat every time he was around. 

"Nothing's eating me," he smiled thinly, emphasizing the double-entendre for 
Bill's enjoyment. "But Mr. Crosby called." 

"Crosby?" Bill answered. That cocksucker! How did he find out? 

"Uh, what did he want? Didn't I do a good job on his pump? I even took the 
filter off and washed it." Bill was getting nervous but he tried not to show 
it - if ol' Crosby had the goods on him, it would finish him in this 
business. He could kiss goodbye any hopes of a pool service of his own once 
the story got around to the other husbands! 

"He didn't say anything was wrong... he just wanted to know your name and 
why the old serviceman was no longer on the job. I was hoping you might have 
some idea why he called." 

"He didn't sound mad?" 

"Should he have been?" Akins re-crossed his thin arms. 

Bill breathed a slow, easy sigh of relief; Akins was incapable of bluffing. 
If Crosby had said anything, it would be all out in the open now and Akins 
would be spluttering like a beheaded chicken. 

"No... I did a good job like I always do. He's a fussy ol' cocksucker." He 
paused at the word and let his boss stew on it a moment. "I mean, with that 
money and those servants and all, I suppose he just wanted to check up on 
me, that's all. Is there anything else?" Bill turned to leave without 
waiting for a reply. Akins started to say something but broke it off and 
went back into his office retreat, muttering under his breath and waving his 
limp wrists in the air. 

Bill stored his gear and got into his economy car for the freeway drive 
home, switching the radio on to a country and western station that was his 
favorite. 

He felt good -in more ways than one. And satisfied -also in more ways than 
one. Jason Akins was put back in his place. His savings account was growing 
all the time, ever closer to his own pool maintenance service and the 
opportunity to run Akins and his kind out of business. And there was 
Caroline -that was something a man couldn't forget. 

He felt his cock harden inside his pants, stiffening along the inside of his 
hairy thigh as he zigged and zagged through the late afternoon traffic. 
Already he was counting the days until he would have an excuse to call on 
that Crosby broad again. 

Damn, I can't walk in like this! Karen'll know I've been up to something! 
She'd cut me off at the knees if I walked in with this hard-on! 

He pushed it down with the heel of his hand. He was still pushing it down 
when he drove into the apartment complex parking lot. 

But he was spared the problem -Karen was sound asleep on their bed when he 
let himself in. He thought it was sort of odd that she wasn't wearing any 
pants, but figured it was the hot weather and covered her with a light 
blanket and helped himself to a beer. 

She woke herself up a little past seven, scurrying on pretty bare feet into 
the living room to apologize for being asleep when he got home. 

"Oh, that's all right," he waved benevolently. "What's for dinner?" 

"Spare ribs... I'll just have to heat them up," she said, tugging up her 
cut-off jeans, her face turned so that her husband could not see the reddish 
streaks of embarrassment that criss-crossed her pink cheeks. She had 
awakened to find the Danish magazine still close to her on the bed, though 
part of her pillow covered it... Had he seen it? She guessed not, since he 
had said nothing so far. 

She hurried into the kitchen to prepare their dinner, breathing fast and 
furiously as she thanked a dozen gods for being sneaked past this close 
one... she'd have to set the alarm next time in case she dozed off again. 
That is, if there was a next time. Maybe I won't have to do that again. 
Maybe Bill will take care of it for me! 

But she knew better. After dinner, he excused himself and went into the 
second bedroom that they used as a study and began to pore over his figures, 
and his plans, for the umpteenth time. 

Karen sighed and went off to bed... alone. Always alone. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The seven days of waiting he had dreaded suddenly became only two as Akins 
announced to him the next morning, somewhat grudgingly, that Crosby had 
switched to a twice-weekly schedule and that he was to call on the Crosbys 
again Thursday afternoon. 

The appointed time came and Bill was straining at the bit, parked a couple 
of blocks from the Crosby estate, his motor running, as he waited until the 
right time to announce himself at the gates. 

He was there on the money, not a second late or early, much to the 
astonishment of Higgins, who was clearly surprised to see him there at all. 

"I'm expected, Mr. Higgins... to service the pool." 

He sputtered. "I'm aware of that, Sir... I suppose you can find it on your 
own this time?" 

Bill grinned. "Yeah... I know the way." 

He opened the gate exuberantly, ready for the warm greeting he expected. Had 
he guessed right about Caroline Crosby? But the pool was empty. His heart 
sank when he realized the anticipation had been for nothing. 

He went listlessly about the task of servicing the pool and the pump 
mechanism, silently cursing that rich broad and all her kind. He felt 
foolish for expecting anything else -after all, she was loaded and beautiful 
and guys were probably falling all over her day in and day out. Why should 
she go out of her way to get laid by a guy like him? He was just a pool 
serviceman, a nobody... well, crap on her! Who needs her! 

He was about to leave when the gate opened suddenly; he turned in surprise 
and saw her standing there, her bikini on and obviously out of breath. 

"Hi... I almost missed you," she purred, hiking up her bikini top. It was 
about as little as the law would allow, hardly enough to contain her full, 
swaying breasts. In fact, her dark tempting nipples peeked over the top like 
a pair of brown eyes winking at him. The bottom half wasn't much larger, and 
the soft sparse fleece of her pubic hair could be seen in relief against the 
wet-look vinyl as it pressed tightly against her pelvis. 

"Yeah, I was just leaving. I'm all finished," he muttered, trying to hide 
the feeling in his voice. 

She cocked her head and let her eyes run up and down his lean, clothed 
torso. "Completely finished? Are you sure?" 

He grinned broadly and she closed the door behind her and eagerly reached 
for the single hook that held her bikini top up. She freed it and the tiny 
halter sprung from her breasts like it was spring-mounted. She lifted her 
full, heavy tits and offered them to him, one in each cupped palm. 

Bill put his gear down and moved toward her, already unzipping his trousers 
and fumbling with the buttons on his uniform work-shirt. 

"Oh, hurry, darling... get your clothes off before I scream!" 

CHAPTER SIX 

Karen had just finished dressing when the phone rang. She looked at the 
clock on her vanity table - it was too early for Bill to be calling. Maybe 
somebody selling magazine subscriptions, she chuckled, reaching for the 
receiver. 

Mrs. Hodges... Mrs. Bill Hodges? 

"Yes... who's this?" she answered cheerily. Their bills were all paid and 
there was no one she didn't care to hear from. 

My name is Crosby, Karen... You don't know me, but I think we should have a 
little talk. It's about your husband... and my wife. 

Karen's voice hardened to a cutting edge. "Oh? I'm afraid I don't know what 
you're talking about. You must have the wrong party." 

Oh no... you're the right one. I even know what you look like. Young and 
pretty, red hair... you see, I've checked on you these last few days. Now, 
could we have a little talk. 

I'll... 

"What is this, Mr. Crosby? Some kind of trick?" she shot back, upset at the 
implications. "I'm going to hang up and call my husband. He'll... " 

"He'll do nothing, Karen. You see, he's with my wife at this very moment. 
And they're both naked, Karen... I don't have to spell it out for you, do 
I?" 

"I... I... " Say nothing, my dear... There's a car coming for you, a dark 
blue Rolls Royce. It's my car and my driver, Higgins will be at the wheel. 
He'll bring you here... You'll be quite safe, but if you're worried, there's 
a telephone in the passenger compartment. All you have to do is dial the 
mobile operator and notify the police if you suspect this is not on the 
level. I'll see you very soon... Good-bye. 

Karen stood motionless for a long time, staring into the humming telephone 
receiver as if it were a crystal ball that could give her some answers. Her 
mouth hung slack and she shook her head slowly from side to side... was this 
some kind of cruel joke? Who was this man and how did he know who she was 
and what she looked like? 

Just then there came the rich sound of an expensive air horn from outside in 
the parking lot. She crossed to the window and looked down on the roof of a 
luxury limousine... a baby blue Rolls Royce, just as Crosby had told her. 

Without thinking, acting merely on her gut-level instincts, she hurried 
downstairs and outside to the car. The chauffeur's window was down and 
people from the other apartments were staring curiously at this expensive 
sedan that had come for her. 

"Uh, I'm... " 

"Yes, Ma'am, you're Mrs. Hodges. I was given a description by my employer, 
Mr. Crosby. Would you get in, please?" he asked, still behind the wheel. 

"Oh... yes. Yes, I'll get in." She glanced around for the telephone; Crosby 
had been right about that too. There was a multi-channel mobile telephone 
neatly installed in the right armrest. 

God, wherever this dream is taking me... let's get on with it! Karen had 
heard Bill talk of these millionaires' homes, but she had never seen one 
close up. From the highway they were merely beautiful, but unobtainable, 
like photos projected on a distant screen. 

But here, within the gates, they were like the stuff old movies were made 
of, the dreams of a nation caught by the balls in a depression. Everything 
was larger than life, realer than real, and Karen walked about like a kid in 
her first candy shop, eyes wide and innocently curious. 

Higgins drove her to the front door, but she caught a quick, shocking 
glimpse of Bill's truck parked in back as they drove along the shrub-lined 
driveway... My God, what if he was telling the truth? What if Bill really 
was with his wife... naked! 

"This is Mrs. Hodges. She is expected," Higgins said with perfect English 
enunciation to an older woman in a maid's attire who greeted them at the 
front door of the palatial home. She nodded and answered in an accent still 
laden with French. 

"Of course, Mr. Higgins. Right this way, Madame." She stepped aside 
courteously for Karen to enter and then led the way. Nothing on the outside, 
despite its richness, could have prepared her for the house's interior. 

They first crossed a marble-floored foyer, complete with enormous potted 
palms and antique wicker furniture. That room alone was larger than their 
whole apartment. But then came the main room, whatever you called it in a 
place like this. Living room hardly seemed adequate; it was more like the 
Grand Salon. Richly paneled in dark, expensive woods, the walls were adorned 
everywhere with spot-lit oils and luxurious tapestries that looked as if 
they had come from some medieval castle - and probably did. 

There was an enormous staircase curving from left to right, but the maid led 
her to a tiny elevator beneath the stairs. It was almost like entering a 
broom-closet, but it worked - in a few seconds they were silently whisked to 
the bedroom corridor above. 

When the doors parted, a gray-haired man, impeccably attired like a clothing 
ad from Esquire - and old Esquire - greeted her with a warm welcome. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Hodges... welcome to my home. I trust your brief trip 
here was a pleasant one?" he said politely. 

Karen nodded in agreement - it was obvious that he was waiting for the maid 
to reach the elevator and leave their range of conversation. "Yes... now, it 
you could just tell me what this is all about." 

Karen took a good look at this man who had so suddenly entered her life. She 
had heard of him, of course, as had everyone within miles. 

Many Sunday afternoons she and Bill had driven along the mountain road, 
peering down onto the palatial grounds of the Crosby estate and wondered, 
like a thousand other weekend gawkers, what it was like in that other world. 

He was not at all like she had expected -he was much older than she was, but 
certainly not the dottering old geezer she had imagined him to be. He was 
actually quite handsome, like a minor-league version of Cary Grant in his 
later movies. 

He escorted her into an elegantly-furnished sitting room; through the opened 
door she could see the adjoining bedroom. It was a woman's room, obviously, 
and for a moment she wondered if her husband was in there. 

Crosby seemed to sense the bewilderment in her pale green eyes and the look 
of confusion on her delicate young features. 

"We're alone now... we can talk freely." 

Karen glanced again into the adjoining bedroom. 

"Oh, no, they're not in there... Caroline has him down by the pool." 

She winced. "You make it sound like she has him on a leash or something." 

"Caroline is quite capable of putting any man on a leash... any man, that 
is, but me. I've learned her ways and how to cope with them." 

"Then your wife is not new to this kind of thing?" Karen inquired nervously, 
anxious to know the real truth, but afraid of rushing the inevitable. If 
Bill was with her, she wasn't sure she wanted to see it. 

He smiled and a trunkload of painful memories surfaced in his dark eyes. 
"No, she's done this before... many times. But let me show you what I mean, 
Karen, May I call you Karen?" 

"C-Certainly... but what do you mean, 'show me'?" 

"In there... from that window, you can see exactly what is going on and you 
will understand why I called you." 

Karen swallowed hard. "But I don't understand. Even if it is true, I mean 
about my husband. Why did you tell me?" 

He laughed warmly and put his hand on her shoulder. Karen liked the feel of 
it there - it was fatherly and she felt strangely close to this man, like 
the father she never knew. 

"Karen, my wife' is a man-eater of the worst kind. I only stay married to 
her because a divorce would be so sticky. You see, I have committed a few 
indiscretions of my own and I know Caroline would throw these up in my face 
at a divorce hearing. They were nothing like this... they were not dirty or 
seedy, but she would make it look that way and the papers would have a field 
day. I don't know you, Karen, but I know a lot about you. A man in my 
position has access to a lot of information, some of it legal and some of it 
not so legal. Anyway, I didn't want to see you become another of Caroline's 
victims... she has left behind quite a trail of broken men and wrecked 
marriages, believe me." 

The pretty redhead smiled openly - she felt weirdly comfortable and secure 
with this man, and it puzzled her. After all, she didn't know him... this 
could still be some kind of trick. 

But when he motioned her through the bedroom door, she obeyed without 
hesitation, unsure what she would see Or how it would affect her. There, in 
the half-closed window, was a pair of binoculars attached to a small mount 
that fastened with a clamp to the window ledge. 

"Don't open the shutters any further or they can see us... just look through 
the binoculars and 'focus them for your vision... you can see for yourself 
why I called you." 

Karen leaned close to the mounted binoculars and squinted into the 
eyepieces, adjusting the center focus knob until the distorted, squiggly 
images took form. She blinked, then blinked again, a gasp of astonishment 
hung in her throat like so much bad meat. 

"M-My God... it is Bill! And... they're making love!" she breathed in 
disbelieving horror, her hand clutching to her breasts as she stared down at 
their secret rendezvous in undisguised fascination. It was like watching a 
gory automobile wreck - she found herself staring at the two of them, unable 
to look away though her stomach knotted in pain and her mind reeled with the 
agony of her husband's wanton betrayal. 

Finally, she managed to lift her eyes from the binoculars. When she turned 
to face the husband of the naked blonde who was wrapped sinuously around her 
man, her eyes were watery with stinging tears. 

"There, there... I didn't mean to hurt you, Karen. I only thought you should 
know. It isn't nice to be the only one left in the dark, you know." 

She managed a thin, wavering smile of gratitude. "Y-Yes... I know." 

He looked around as if searching for something. "Would you like something to 
drink, Karen? I know it's sort of early in the day, but it might... " 

"You don't have to talk me into it," she interrupted. "I would love a 
drink... anything as long as there's whiskey in it!" 

"Then excuse me a moment... I'll be right back." He smiled at her tenderly, 
like an understanding father. Karen felt much better, though the searing 
memory of what she had glimpsed through the binoculars was still uppermost 
in her confused thoughts. When he left the room, she found herself drawn to 
the binoculars again - like a moth to the flame that will destroy it! 

Crosby returned with a pair of drinks, cool and inviting in frosted crystal 
tumblers. 

"What's that... it's green," she said, puzzled. 

"A specialty... chartreuse, and lemon and lime. There's a rather coarse 
common name for it, but I just call it a chartreuse cooler. It's quite 
good." 

Karen took hers and sipped it cautiously. To her surprise, it was indeed 
delicious, with hardly an aftertaste of the highly potent chartreuse liqueur 
that was its base. 

"How are the lovers doing?" 

Karen blushed. "I looked again... they're still at it. She's, uh, on top... 
if you know what I mean." 

The graying millionaire smiled, teeth sparkling. "Of course I do, Karen. Why 
don't you watch them some more. I think you should know everything, so you 
can confront the sly devil with the truth when he gets home. 

"Oh, I don't know if I could," she said, flinching. "Bill's pretty rough 
sometimes when he gets angry. He'd really be mad if he knew I was spying on 
him." 

"He'd be mad? I should think it would be more logical the other way around." 

"Maybe... do you think I should?" Karen was already edging toward the 
binoculars and the peculiarly exciting image of her husband and that naked 
woman. She peered through the eyepieces again and could clearly see Bill's 
stiff, jutting erection disappearing deeply inside the naked blonde as she 
humped up and down on him. He was lying on his back on a chaise lounge, his 
hands on her breasts as she worked slavishly over him. There was a grin of 
contentment smeared across his face that Karen could see even from here... a 
smirking grin of deceit and adultery! 

Karen watched with growing interest, her anger and hurt forgotten for the 
moment as they cavorted in the viewer of her binoculars like a pair of 
actors in a porno movie... only this was for real! 

The German binoculars were incredibly powerful and Crosby leaned over her 
shoulder to show her the red button on the bottom... the power zoom! 

"Watch... we can zoom right in on them. It's like a 3-D movie when you go in 
close." Karen watched in amazement, wondering how many times this strange, 
powerful man had sat alone up here in this room, his wife's bedroom, 
watching her wriggling and screaming in the arms of another man. How many 
times he had watched his pretty blonde wife come, her legs around a 
stranger's back, her breasts soft and bruised from another's coarse, 
ravenous touch. 

The zooming-in took her breath away and she nearly took her eyes from the 
binoculars as suddenly, the double finder was completely filled with naked, 
sweat-soaked flesh... her husband's and Caroline Crosby's! 

She felt his hand on her shoulder, innocently touching her, and it felt 
good, as though somehow she could draw on his fantastic strength and power. 
For this man Crosby was indeed a forceful man, a self-made millionaire from 
all the stories she had heard... and just being close to him seemed to bring 
her some weird and exciting sense of strength. 

And when his hand started to move down her back as she leaned over, peering 
through the binoculars, not one pore of her being cried out to stop him... 
it was a natural event, the logical continuation of an innocent caress. 

His hand moved over the small of her back and up and along the curvaceous 
swell of her pert young buttocks. She shivered as she felt his fingers knead 
delicately the soft girlish flesh of her bottom-cheeks, but she was not 
moved to dissuade him... his touch was not repulsive to her; in fact, it 
felt good there. 

Suddenly, his hand darted beneath her skirt as she leaned vulnerably over 
the window ledge. His fingers tightened around a handful of her warm inner 
thigh. 

"P-Please... " It was less a plea than an encouragement. 

"Shhhh... don't talk, my dear... just watch through the binoculars," he 
whispered. Her eyes never left the eyepieces as his hands lowered her white 
sheer panties and lifted her skirt. She felt her body tingle with forbidden 
arousal as his fingers touched her in secret, private places... she was his! 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Oh, lover, lover... it's so deep in me! It's so deep in my belly!" the 
naked married blonde gurgled, her head flailing from side to side and her 
hair swirling around her like a misplaced halo. Her breasts wriggled and 
danced on her chest as she leaned forward for the perfect penetration, his 
cock was deeply imbedded between the pouting moist lips of her pussy, and 
every time she worked up and down, it bored deeper, bringing a groan of 
ecstatic abandon to her throat. 

"Pump harder, doll!" Bill called up at her. "I'm about to cum!" His face was 
twisted into a grimace and his eyes bulged in their sockets. 

She leaned further over him until her naked, jiggling tits brushed over his 
face; his lips closed around one of her dark, dollar-sized nipples and he 
rolled the crinkly peak between his teeth, playing his tongue over it as she 
moaned her approval. 

His hands went down behind her wildly-humping buttocks and he pulled the 
fleshy tanned cheeks apart. The blonde groaned shamelessly as he probed 
between her ass-cheeks, feeling for the tautly-puckered ring of her anus. He 
found it and pushed a stiffened middle finger into the warm rubbery grip of 
her rectum. 

"Aaaawwww! Yes, yes! Stick your finger in my ass, darling! Stick two fingers 
in there... hurt me, hurt me soooo goooodd!" 

Bill grunted as he crudely crammed two fingers into the lewdly distended 
orifice of her rectum; she writhed and spasmed with exquisite pain as he 
began to pump the two fingers in and out in rhythm with his deeply-impaling 
cock-thrusts. 

"Aaaawwww, yessss... I'm... I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" she gasped hoarsely, 
pushing down hard onto his upraised prick, enveloping the long hard pole 
with the wet clasping flesh of her cunt. 

Bill suddenly choked and breathed out slowly as he felt his long-awaited 
eruption gush up like a fountain into her belly, sloshing inside her and 
trickling back down his cock to puddle on his bare pelvis. 

Caroline Crosby shuddered again and again, her head bowed and her thighs 
pressed tightly against the naked man's solid hips. 

"Mmmmmmm, darling... that was wonderful! Hurry and let's do it again!" 

"Again? Man, you're somethin' else!" 

Caroline winked down at him and climbed down from atop his loins, stretching 
languorously across his virile chest. She giggled softly as she crawled down 
his body, kissing his belly and then his navel, and then rummaging in the 
curly thicket of his abdomen until her lips encircled his flaccid, dripping 
cock. 

Bill groaned as she took the rubbery knob into her mouth, swirling it around 
with her tongue. Already it was beginning to stiffen again and he knew he 
would fuck her another time... and another and another! 

Karen shivered as she felt the cool rush of air between her bare legs when 
the gray-haired man pulled her crisp white panties down to her ankles. She 
pretended not to be aroused, breathing fast as she watched her husband and 
Crosby's wife through the binoculars, but suddenly she could keep up the 
pretense not a second longer... he kissed her there on the soft pink lips of 
her twat! 

"Mmmmmmm... " She moaned passionately and her nakedly exposed young buttocks 
started to sway sensuously from side to side. 

"Just keep watching, dear. I'll do the rest," he said in a whisper, almost 
as if the lovers down by the pool might hear. 

Karen tried to speak, but her voice was gone, cracked and parched by the 
tempestuous passions that wracked her lithe young body. 

She felt his hands on her slender, milk-white thighs and then the insistence 
of his thumbs as they moved together down the smooth hairless cleft of her 
ass. She groaned as his thumbs reached the moist hair-rimmed fleshiness of 
her cunt, and nearly collapsed from her precarious leaning position as he 
pulled the pink, moist-edged lips apart. A breath of air surged into her 
naked, open pussy! 

Karen leaned over, nearly losing her delicate balance, but he had a 
death-grip on her slender thighs, his fingers gripping the soft flesh of her 
inner legs so tightly that the skin puckered in reddish welts. He leaned 
close to the treasured pink slit of her pussy, close enough to feel the 
radiant heat of her aroused femininity on his bare cheek. He chuckled to 
himself and closed the distance between them... his own lips puckered to 
meet her sweet nether mouth! 

"Oh! Nooooo!" she blurted as he kissed her fervently on the pouting lips of 
her vagina. "Pplease!" But she shook like a puppy coming in out of the rain 
and the gray-haired older man knew this delicious young creature was only 
putting up token resistance... she wanted him to kiss her there. She wanted 
him to tongue and lick her pussy until she creamed! She wanted vengeance for 
what she witnessed through the binoculars! 

His hands pushing against the soft white insides of her slender thighs, the 
older man licked his lips in eager anticipation as he slowly drew apart the 
ragged pink edges of her pussy with his thumbs. She gurgled arousedly and 
squirmed more than a little, but still she looked through the binoculars 
down at her husband and his wife, girlishly pretending that nothing was 
happening between her own gorgeous legs. 

She blushed profusely, her cheeks reddened with shame, but she did nothing 
to stop him. It was right somehow... an eye for an eye, a pussy for a pussy 
! 

Karen heard a murmur of approval from behind her as she felt the soft moist 
lips being spread nakedly apart. Suddenly, he wriggled his long thick tongue 
into the warm moist fissure of her cunt. Karen groaned again as her own 
pussy-flesh closed wantonly around the alien invasion of his tongue. 

Passion-heated warmth encircled his tongue as her naked cuntal flesh drew 
him into the wetness of her pussy, deeper and deeper as her lust-twisted 
loins cried out for relief! 

Karen moaned with unbridled shame and humiliation as she heard the rising 
sound of sucking and licking from between her own widespread thighs. It was 
sickeningly embarrassing and shameful, but at the same time, it was wildly 
arousing! She was torn between the last futile urgings of decency that her 
conscience offered in near-defeat and the hungry cravings of her own womanly 
passion! 

"Oooooohhh... God, ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered, her thighs spreading even wider 
as she began to work back against his hotly laving tongue. She moaned with 
fervent feeling and naked humiliation as his probing tonguetip wriggled into 
the soft wet depths of her twat, a thousand volts of electricity rushing 
through her loins at the touch of his lips and tongue there. 

Her eyes remained glued to the binoculars and down below, by the pool, she 
could see Caroline Crosby kneeling over her husband, her lips ovaled around 
the stiffening pole of his erect cock. She was sucking him and feeling his 
balls and he was lying back comfortably on the lounge chair, a big grin 
spreading on his face. 

Damn him, damn him! I'll show him! If he can do it, so can I! That's what 
women's lib is all about... I'll fix that two-timing rat! 

She felt the last defenses of her shattered decency crumble as her naked 
crotch ground lasciviously against the older man's wildly licking tongue. 
She could feel him deeply between her legs, his tongue nakedly splaying the 
pink ragged lips of her cunt and hotly probing into the wet softness of her 
vagina. She groaned with frantic arousal as his tongue excitingly licked 
her, and she began to push her naked behind anxiously against his face and 
lips. She heard the sounds of his laborious sucking and cunnilingal lavings 
and she felt the rousing heat of her stirring passion as her loins grew 
hotter and hotter from the frenzied touch of his lips and tongue. 

Suddenly... Oh my God, Oh my God! 

"Nnnnggghhh! Yes, yes, lick my pussy! Lick it harder! Harder!" she choked, 
her pretty young face twisted with anguished lust. She began to shudder, 
spasming with rippling wave after wave of ecstatic bliss as her orgasm 
suddenly swept over her with the strength of a rip tide. "I'm cummmmiinngg!" 

Again and again she shuddered, shaking as if somehow she could exorcise this 
hurtful lust from her body, until she collapsed, weak-kneed, gripping the 
window ledge to keep from falling. She looked back through squinted eyes, 
still blushing like an adolescent schoolgirl experiencing her first moment 
of real sexuality. 

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened with disbelief as she saw the 
middle-aged millionaire doubled-over as if in pain, his cock in his hand as 
it poked from beneath his smoking jacket. He was pumping it wildly, his eyes 
wild and distended with lust. As Karen watched, his cock exploded in a gush 
of seething cum... but not into her belly where she needed it. 

Instead, he emptied his balls in a single spurting gush onto the naked 
girlish flesh of her exposed buttocks. It splattered onto her soft white 
nether cheeks and dribbled obscenely in a warm rivulet into the unblemished 
cleft of her ass. She shook her head negatively, disbelieving... ! 

"No, no!" she cried. But it was too late... his lust-quenching cock was 
nothing but a handful of soft flaccid flesh in his grip. 

Tears clouded her vision as she peered into the binoculars to avoid facing 
him. Caroline was on her knees, her breasts resting on the lounge chair, and 
the young redhead's husband was kneeling behind the voluptuous blonde, his 
hands gripping her hips as he savagely fucked her dog-style, working so hard 
that his whole body gleamed with masculine sweat. 

"No... no... no!" 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

There was an odd kind of sixth-sense sensation awaiting him as he opened the 
front door, still in his work clothes. Something he could not define or even 
clearly sense... but it was apparent that something was wrong. 

Karen was in her favorite chair, as usual. And the TV was tuned to her 
favorite late- afternoon celebrity quiz show, also as usual. But there was 
where the familiarity ended with a bang. 

There was an iciness in the room he could have hacked apart with an axe if 
he'd had one. 

"Karen? Are you all right?" he asked cautiously, not knowing if her famous 
redhead- temper was close to exploding. Karen was calm enough most of the 
time, but when she blew her cork heaven help anyone in throwing range! 

"No, Bill... nothing." She said only that, nothing more, but it was readily 
apparent that just the opposite was true. Something was wrong, all right... 
and Bill Hodges knew he would soon find out! 

He took another step, close enough to her now to touch her, but she was the 
first to move. Karen smiled thinly up at him and then tugged unexpectedly at 
his zipper. He gasped in astonishment as she reached inside his pants and 
yanked his soft, rubbery prick out into the open. 

"Wha-What the hell!" 

"Just checking, honey... I was worried you might need some liniment. You 
know... something for the teeth-marks!" Her words were carefully chosen and 
enunciated, but there was a seething undercurrent of anger that appeared 
about to erupt. Bill knew enough to watch his step when Karen was like this! 

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, his cock already 
stiffening in his wife's grip- She squeezed his prick tightly in her fist 
and looked up at him with cold flashing eyes, her redhead temper boiling 
just behind them. "I saw you with that blonde tramp... Was she that good? 
Can she suck your cock better than I?" 

His jaw dropped and he started to speak, but his pretty young wife leaned 
close to his belly and slipped his penis over her bottom lip and into her 
mouth. Her tongue swirled over it, licking it, laving it... loving it! 

"Mmmmm, honey... I've never seen you like this!" he choked as she swung into 
a gut- wrenching rhythm, sucking and gulping so hard that his cock 
physically ached from the super-human exertion. 

"Wow, baby... suck it! Suck it 'til I cream!" 

Karen managed a furtive glance upward at her husband's desire-twisted 
face... Suck it, huh? I ought'a bite the goddamn thing in half! 

But the pretty young redhead knew she would do nothing to hurt her husband; 
despite his faults, she loved him with a passion that had not slowed since 
their wedding day. She wriggled out of her shorts, still sucking him so 
forcefully that he could barely gasp for breath between the hard-pulled 
slurps of her tongue and lips. 

She licked it hotly with her whole pink tongue, swirling it around in the 
moist oven-like heat of her mouth, her lips stretched painfully around the 
thick, turgid circumference of his hardened erection. 

Bill peered down at his wife, still dumbfounded with shock and surprise, 
watching as the glistening wetness of his long, gleaming cock slid easily in 
and out of her mouth, moistened with her bubbly saliva until it looked like 
polished marble, blue-veined with ribbons of surging blood. Her lips were 
pulled out with the distended pole of his cock. Pink ridges of soft feminine 
flesh that clung to the heavy, blood-engorged thickness of his prick only to 
be crammed back into her mouth as he pushed deeply between her lips. 

Karen was out of her shorts, her blouse completely unbuttoned, and he could 
see the full rich curve of her breasts, her soft young nipples throbbing 
with the excitement of cock- sucking. She squirmed out of the chair, still 
sucking him so fervently that he ached from his balls to his navel, and Bill 
knew what she wanted... she wanted for herself. She wanted him to eat her 
pussy... a little 69! 

"Baby, you're hotter'n a firecracker! I can't remember when I've seen you 
like this!" he exclaimed. 

Karen opened her mouth wide around his cock and spoke. Her words were 
muffled by the hugeness of his prick, but he could hear her easily. "Stop 
talking and get busy, lover!" the naked slender redhead breathed huskily. "I 
need you between my legs... eat my pussy, honey! Tongue and lick it until I 
scream!" 

The slender naked redhead managed to swing herself around and pull her 
husband down onto her, her lips never leaving his cock for an instant. Even 
the torturous rhythm of her fellatial expertise remained in perfect tempo... 
her lips stretched hugely around the thick, veined hardness of his prick and 
her tongue swirling round and round it like an ecstatic kid with an all-day 
lollipop! 

He was on his hands and knees now over her, his face moving down the flat 
smooth plane of her belly to the slight rise of her pubic mound and the 
sparse wispy curls of her hair. He nosed his way into the sweet-smelling vee 
and she squirmed excitedly as his tongue made that first mind-blowing 
contact with the pouting moisture-rimmed lips of her pussy. His tongue 
lashed into the fleshy soft warmth of her labial slit as she stretched out 
under him, her lips still hotly encircling the dangling pole of his cock, 
sucking and pulling at it, milking him for the thick, creamy heat of his 
ejaculation. 

She toyed with his bloated testicles, and though they had been drained dry 
again and again already today by that vampish blonde, already they ached 
with the welling surge of yet another load. Karen giggled to herself, 
knowing how this must hurt him, how sensitive his balls and cock must be 
after the workout that Crosby blonde gave him! 

Karen spasmed, groaning excitedly, as his tonguetip touched the button of 
her throbbing clitoris. Her legs spread even wider and then she closed them 
around his head, pressing her naked soft thighs over his ears and trapping 
his head deliciously between them. She shuddered and shook convulsively as 
his tongue hotly laved the fully, pouting length of her vagina, spreading 
the folds of her warm moist cunt like the halves or a sweet, fresh- cooked 
pastry. 

"Ummmmmm... yes, yes!" she gasped around the thickening hugeness of his 
dangling cock, her own head held tightly between his hairy legs as he knelt 
over her. "Lick it, darling! Lick it and make me come!" 

Her pelvis squirmed up at his tongue anxiously, her hips working feverishly 
as her husband tongued mercilessly at the altar of her feminity. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she hummed arousedly around the gagging pole of his cock, but 
not forgetting to lick it and swirl it deliciously with her soft pink 
tongue. She could feel his cock swelling incredibly inside the warm fervent 
grip of her mouth and she sensed the throbbing pulse of his fast-rising 
passion... only a few more seconds and he would groan and jerk like a dying 
man. But it would only be the "little death", the bitter-sweet moment when 
his cock would spurt warmly down her throat in a gushing torrent of cum! 

"Suck it, Karen, doll... suck it hard now! Suck it hard!" he choked as he 
felt his wife slow into a steady, rousing tempo... suck... pause... suck... 
pause... now! 

"Unnggghh! Goddamn!" he gasped, lifting his tongue from the squirming 
redhead's naked pussy. 

She felt his onrushing jism coming at her like cannon fire, but she reached 
around his thighs and gripped the sinewy flesh of his buttocks and pulled 
him down - hard - into her throat. 

"Oh, shit! Yeah, yeah!" he spat, his thighs and pelvis quivering as the 
spurting gush of hot sperm raced along the length of his prick and erupted 
into her mouth like an opened fire- hydrant. His cum splattered against the 
back of her bruised throat passage and warmly trickled down her gullet, 
mingling in her belly with the stirring juices of her day-long arousal. His 
sperm was like sweet-tasting warm honey and she swallowed it lovingly, 
licking the odd droplets from his still-throbbing cockhead and gulping it 
all down into her belly. 

Her fingers groped tenderly for the lust-bloated flesh of his scrotum, and 
her hands lovingly squeezed his balls, gently milking them until all of his 
hot, viscous sperm was in her throat. Then, and only then, did she let him 
take his rubbery prick from her mouth. 

After a long while, he spoke. 

"Karen... howdid you know? I mean... " 

"Crosby called me. He took me upstairs to the corner bedroom. He's got a 
pair of binoculars up there and he watches his wife fucking other guys all 
the time." 

Bill gasped, speechless. "He... He knew all along. And he called the company 
to ask that I come by twice a week! The man's some kind of a... a pervert!" 

Karen grinned mischievously. "How about his wife? What kind of a pervert is 
she?" 

Bill felt his neck and cheeks redden. "I can't lie to you, honey. You must 
have had quite a show." 

"Yeah, I sure did. Man, can she suck cock! And I haven't seen you that 
energetic around the house in years!" 

"She's pretty good, all right... but you're even better, baby! I'm just 
sorry you only got to watch... It must have been pretty frustrating, I mean, 
gettin' turned on like that and no way to work it out." 

Karen thought for an instant... should I tell him? He might sock me in the 
jaw. Shucks, I've gone this far, I might as well shoot the works! 

"Honey, I wasn't completely left out... Caroline's husband ate my pussy 
while I watched you two." 

His mouth dropped open and he shook his head slowly from side to side. 
"Crosby? He's about sixty years old, isn't he? I mean, he's some kind of 
invalid or something... ain't he?" 

"Hmmmmm," she said impishly. "I wouldn't know... but his tongue certainly 
isn't crippled!" Bill shuddered and his pretty redheaded wife felt a 
cringing moment of fear before the smile returned to his lips. 

"Oh, shit... I guess I deserved it. But I want to hear more... all about 
it!" 

He reached for the coffee table and pushed the few magazines off and dragged 
it closer to them, padding it with the cushion from the chair where Karen 
had been sitting. "Get your ass up here, honey... I'm not finished with you 
yet!" Karen looked between his legs and clucked appreciatively. "My, my, 
I'll let some old guy lick my twat every afternoon if it'll turn you on like 
this! 

Honey, what a rebound... you're harder than a pipe!" 

"Aw, shut up and get across that table... I want some of your sweet tail 
while you tell me about Crosby. C'mon!" Karen rested her tender breasts on 
the cushion and positioned herself over the table, her naked buttocks now 
high behind her, waving in the air like a red flag before a bull. Bill 
grabbed the fleshy softness of her ass and worked his way up between her 
kneeling legs, wriggling between her ivory-smooth thighs. His cock was hard 
and thick and it rode up between her ass-cheeks like the boom of a sailing 
ship... long and menacing! "Oh, Bill, lover... it's so big and hard! Just 
like I love it!" she breathed huskily. "Yeah, well, tell me about that ol' 
fart Crosby. What did he do?" 

"Oh, it was nothing really... it all happened so fast. He sneaked up on me 
and had my panties down before I knew what was going on." 

"I'll bet." 

"It's the truth! He pulled them down and started, you know, kissing me and 
licking me down there. And I was so busy watching you and that blonde whore 
that I didn't mind. It kinda' felt good." 

"And then what? He didn't, uh, fuck you?" 

Karen hesitated. This was the part she hated to tell him... the part that 
sounded perverted and dirty. 

"No... he jacked off instead." Her voice was thin and uncertain. 

"He what?" 

"I said, he jacked off... all over me. Right onto my ass and it just went 
everywhere. That was all he wanted... he didn't even try to fuck me, 
honest!" 

There was a long moment of silence and then the booming reassurance of her 
husband's raucous laughter. 

"You're not... mad?" 

"Stick that sweet tail up here, baby! I'll show you how mad I am... mad 
enough to give you the fucking of your life!" 

"Oh, honey, that's what I want to hear... fuck me soooo good! Fuck me and 
make all this nastiness go away... stick your big dick in me and everything 
will be okay again!" 

He started to thrust forward and the naked redhead writhed hurtfully, 
groaning. "Wet it first, darling... and ease it in." 

Bill grunted and dragged the bulbous, blood-engorged head of his prick 
through the moistness of her pussy-slit, dampening the turgid pole, 
lubricating it so that his long, hard strokes would bore deeply into her 
belly. In a way, he wanted to hurt her... to make her scream and writhe for 
what she did with that old man. There was little he could say to her, for he 
was certainly not without more than his share of the blame... but with this 
there was certain revenge! 

As he looked down at her jiggling buttocks, her ivory smooth nether cheeks 
dusted with a fine sprinkle of freckles, he suddenly had an idea... 
something that he hadn't tried in over a year. Something Karen swore he'd 
never do again without a fight. And then he chuckled to himself... if it was 
a fight she wanted, he was ready! 

"Push up, honey... and spread your legs a little more!" 

Karen laughed. "Why? I didn't think you were that big!" 

He squeezed the tender softness of her buttocks in his strong fingers until 
the flesh rose up in pink welts and Karen winced from the pain. He released 
his tight grip on her ass with one hand and took the tumescent thickness of 
his naked erection and squirmed it again through the moist heat of her cunt, 
wetting it for the unexpected entry he was about to enjoy... he was going to 
fuck her in the ass! 

With his cock gripped in one clenched fist like a huge weapon, Bill worked 
it up between the smooth cheeky mounds of her bottom until the bulbous, 
blood-heated head of his prick nudged salaciously against the tight-puckered 
lips of her nether hole. 

"Oh, no! Bill, not there! You promised...!" 

But he only laughed silently to himself and tightened his grip on her 
squirming buttocks and pushed hard with the moistly-lubricated knob of his 
cock. Karen was nakedly splayed, completely unguarded, and his cock was 
steel-hard and wet... there was no stopping him! 

He felt the vainly resisting muscles of her anus collapse defeatedly, and 
grabbing her again with both hands, he yanked her by the hips backward onto 
his impaling thickness. His vigorous exertions lifted her knees from the 
carpet and she shook violently as his cock entered her near-virgin rectum. 

"Unnggghh... aaaaaaaaawwwwwww! You're hurting me, damn it! It's too big for 
my ass... I can't take it there! Pull it out... aaaawww!" 

His fingers tightened in the soft smoothness of her buttocks and he squeezed 
her ass- cheeks mercilessly, holding her with both hands as he pulled her 
viciously onto his stiffened erection, impaling her savagely with 
half-a-foot of lust-hardened cock! 

Karen's gurgled scream died in her throat as she began to respond to the 
skewering hard thrusts of his naked, virile prick... she was beginning to 
enjoy it! She liked having her ass fucked! Just like a million other women, 
once she was past the first cruel stabbing pain... she loved it! 

"Ohhhhh, lover, it's so big! Damn, it's as big as my arm!" she whimpered, 
working her ass back against his hard-pumping loins. "Fuck me with it, 
darling... fuck me in the ass! Hard!" 

Bill grimaced with exquisite pain as he held her securely pinioned, his 
stiffened penis deep inside her rectum as he rocked her back and forth, 
watching with wide-eyed excitement as his blood-engorged erection slid hotly 
in and out of her clasping anus. Her pink nether flesh clung moistly to the 
gleaming hardness of his cock, as if reluctant to let his naked stiffness 
slip from her bottom-grip. He grinned down at her with wicked vengeance as 
he watched his passion-bloated erection slip skeweringly between the rounded 
hairless lips of her anus. 

Karen groaned and shuddered as the last inch of his cock bored deeply into 
her bowels like a red-hot poker. A wail of naked, absolute submission 
trembled from her lips as she writhed like a wanton trollop! 

"Mmmmmm, yes! Yes! All it it, darling! Stick it in me deep! I want all of 
it... all of it up my ass! Sooooo goooddddd!!" 

She choked with fast-rising abandon, her whole slender young nakedness 
squirming and bucking savagely with frenetic passion as her husband coarsely 
sodomized her. Her trim hips began a slow, sensuous dance of unbridled 
sexuality and the gasping moan of her pain became a low, gurgling whimper of 
wanton ecstasy... she was climbing the walls in a naked orgy of cock-hungry 
assfucking! 

Her naked butt-cheeks clenched and unclenched in salacious fervor, huge 
fleshy lips that nibbled ravenously at the thickness of his lust-stiffened 
rigidity. 

Bill groaned at the exquisite tightness of his young wife's asshole and 
fucked her harder still... an extra inch for letting that old man eat her 
pussy! 

He didn't need to hold her with his hands now -she was frantically working 
back against him with her lust-grinding ass as if only every millimeter of 
his stiff hard cock could quench the gnawing pangs of her naked lust! 

Karen moaned hoarsely and her whole body shook as she stretched over the 
coffee table, her naked breasts crushed beneath her, the nipples crinkly as 
they pressed into the cushion her husband had taken from the chair. She 
pushed back with all her summoned strength... God, how I need that big, 
beautiful cock! I want it deep in my ass! I want to feel the warm gushing 
river of cum that will erupt from this hard, thick prick! 

Bill gasped as the velvety grip of her anus milked incredibly at the 
blood-heated thickness of his aching erection... Shit, I've got to shoot my 
load or my balls are gonna' blow up! 

His eyes looked down at her hard-squirming nakedness, and for that moment 
she was no longer his wife... she was just another woman, a cunt for him to 
amuse, and a ravenous asshole for him to brutally fuck! 

Already, in the farthest recesses of his thoughts, an idea was forming, like 
a seed germinates in the darkness of night... an idea so wild and wicked 
that he hesitated to even think it, but it pursued him like a wounded 
tigress, hounding him. Sure, it might work... it's just crazy and wild 
enough to make us a bundle! 

Bill reached between his naked wife and the chair cushion she rested on and 
roughly fondled the firm womanly orbs of her tits, pushing his palms against 
the crinkly tips of her nipples and squeezing the soft girlish flesh of her 
breasts until reddened welts puckered between his fingers and she cried out 
with the added pain. 

"Oh, Bill, d-darling... hurt me! Oh, hurt me sooooo goooooddd!!" 

He tightened his grip over the firm gentle mounds of her boobs and pulled 
her back viciously, slamming her upturned ass against the hair-matted 
hardness of his loins. His cock burrowed deeply between the smooth hairless 
cheeks of her buttocks and Karen began to shake and shudder as if she was 
suffering an epileptic seizure, wordless sounds rippling gutturally from her 
throat. 

Suddenly, he choked. "Now, Karen... I'm gonna' cum... now!" 

He shook and jerked spasmodically and then a long low sigh of ecstatic 
release shook him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He felt 
his balls empty in a single enormous spurt that trailed away to jerking 
emptiness as his seething sperm ricocheted off the walls of her rectum and 
sloshed into her intestines. 

The viscous gush was enough to trigger Karen's orgasm and she ground back 
hotly against him, rising off the coffee table as a coughed plea lodged in 
her throat. 

"Aaaghhhhhh! Yessss... I'm... cuuuu mmmmiiiinnnngg!" 

Bill looked down at her as she wriggled salaciously back onto the 
deep-skewering thickness of his flaccid penis and that wanton idea began to 
haunt him again, taking shape now, becoming something hard and real out of 
the misty vapors of thought... It would work, it had to! But would Karen go 
along? 

"Honey," he said after they were both breathing normally again, lying side 
by side on the carpeted floor. "How would you like to see me with my own 
business... a lot sooner than we planned?" 

She turned her head; he could see the glazed look of a satisfied woman in 
her eyes. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean, I have an idea... not even a plan yet. It isn't really legal... but 
then again, it isn't illegal enough to get us in any trouble. That is, if 
you're really careful." 

Karen sat up, still naked, her arms crossed under her breasts. "Okay... 
let's hear it." She looked questioning and suspicious, but Bill knew he 
could handle that. She was interested, and that was what counted. The rest 
would be child's play! 

CHAPTER NINE 

Man, oh man! Bill Hodges said to himself as he parked his truck at the curb 
in front of the Everett house... What a dream set-up this is! I can't lose! 
All the pussy I can get and I'll get paid for it sooner or later! Damn, 
Hodges, you're a fucking genius! 

Bill could see the Everett woman at the front door before he even unloaded 
his gear... Christ, she's sure no Caroline Crosby, but if she'll make me a 
few bucks, I wouldn't care if she looked like Frankenstein in drag! 

"Yoo-hoo! Bill!" He heard her calling to him and he looked up, forcing a 
smile. She was wearing hot pants and a tight halter top -both mistakes. The 
outfit would have been sensational on a twenty year old chick with high firm 
tits and a nice ass. But on this forty year old broad with sagging boobs and 
an ass soft from too-easy living, it was a disaster! 

"Hi, Mrs. Everett," he smiled toothily, friendlier than he had ever been to 
the horny old broad. "How's everything?" 

She winked at him brazenly. "Fine... except my husband is coming back 
tomorrow." She laughed uproariously at her own joke and Bill managed a 
polite chuckle. In the past, he had always fielded her bold flirtations with 
great aplomb, careful that nothing passed between them that even hinted of 
intrigue. But now... now things were different, and it was time to see if 
Nancy Everett was really as horny as she seemed! 

"Tomorrow, huh?" he winked back at her, breathing in deeply so that the 
muscles in his massive working-man's chest tightened impressively. "Well, 
that still gives us plenty of time, doesn't it?" 

The slightly-chubby brunette looked puzzled, then her face split with an 
all-over grin. "Hey, that's the kind of talk I wanted to hear a long time 
ago, Big Boy... why the sudden interest? I couldn't get a tumble out of you 
before." 

Bill hesitated. It was obvious that Nancy Everett knew her way around by the 
way she talked. She was no flirtatious housewife eager for that first moment 
of extra-marital cock... Nancy had been there before. 

"Just kidding, Mrs. Everett," he mumbled nervously, hoping he had not gone 
too far already. "That kind of thing could cost me my job." 

He was relieved to see the look of disappointment and defeat on the married 
woman's hardened face... Nancy Everett was not the woman he needed to get 
his plan in action. He needed someone less experienced, someone less likely 
to have had her dirty linen aired already in front of her husband. 

Bill's scheme was a form of blackmail in its dirtiest mold and it needed 
just the right women to make it work... No, Nancy was not the one, but there 
were others, just waiting for the kind of loving their hubbies never gave 
them! 

CHAPTER TEN 

Sandy Malloy sat miserably in her robe at the edge of the pool Tom had given 
her for her last birthday, but hardly the kind of present she needed. She 
could have done without the pool if only Tom could have surprised her with 
the greatest gift of all... the announcement that he had decided to slow 
down and spend some time with his wife and two small kids. 

Tom Malloy was a go-getter, a real charger. The kind of salesman a company 
would send their jet plane five thousand miles just to land. He went after 
everything the same way, with both barrels. A hundred miles per hour all the 
time, day and night. Except when it came to Sandy. 

Sandy sighed, brushing her long dark hair from her eyes, remembered how Tom 
had been a charger in the right way on their honeymoon. She had held out all 
through their engagement, remembering her mother's advice, but the five days 
they spent in Jamaica turned her into an experienced woman. They hardly ever 
left the room, just for an occasional meal or a swim in the olympic-sized 
pool. But there was plenty going on... making love day and night, in every 
conceivable way, in every imaginable position. Never had she known such 
happiness, such real ecstasy, as day after day she floated on air, filled 
with the kind of satisfaction that only a real man can give a woman. 

But that was two years ago, and now she was lucky if she even saw her 
husband. And as for the rest, the bedtime play - forget it! He was always 
too tired, or too worn out or too worried. So what was she supposed to do? 
Sit by the expensive pool he had bought for her out of a guilty conscience? 
She couldn't even find herself a lover in this gossip-ridden Country Club 
neighborhood... everyone would know before he got his cock out of her! 

Sandy opened her robe and, on an impulse, removed the top of her bikini. 

Why not get an all-over tan? Tom never notices anyway, but if he did, it 
might be kind of fun letting him wonder! 

She let the expensive bikini-top slide down her arms and drop to the brick 
poolside patio. Sandy looked around instinctively, though there were no 
neighbors within sight of their backyard, and then she pulled her 
bikini-bottom down her long slender legs and stood naked by the pool, her 
skin glistening with suntan oil, her breasts high and firm in the sudden 
chill breeze. 

She executed a beautiful dive, her naked body cutting through the water like 
the prow of a fine sailing vessel as she lapped the pool before climbing out 
again. 

Her hands were on the ladder rails and she was nearly clear of the water 
when she saw the pair of men's work shoes standing at the head of the 
ladder. 

She looked up, frightened. "What... " 

"Hi, Mrs. Malloy... I'm here to check the pool," Bill smiled, his eyes never 
leaving her voluptuous young nakedness for an instant. 

Sandy dropped a step back into the water and covered her breasts with her 
folded arms. "Don't you know how to ring a doorbell?" 

"I did... twice, but you didn't answer. It's a long drive out here and I 
hated to do it twice. You know what I mean?" 

"Yes, I do... and I'd appreciate it if you would please turn your back and 
hand me my robe," she snapped tartly. 

"Sure, whatever you say... but I just think it's a crying shame." 

"Wh-what are you talking about?" 

"I mean, a woman with a body like yours... and every time I come, you're all 
alone. Man, if you were my ol' lady, I'd chain you to the bedpost and never 
let up!" 

"I beg your pardon!" 

Bill knew he was taking an incredible risk -if this didn't work, he'd be out 
of a job and broke instead of on his way to a fast fortune. 

"No offense, lady... I just meant, with a body like that, you ought to have 
men throwing themselves at your feet day and night instead of sitting out 
here by yourself all the time. That's all I meant." 

Sandy was particularly disturbed by the handsome serviceman's words; she did 
not know whether to throw him out and call his superiors... or what? 

She felt a deliciously wicked shiver race along her naked spine, and on an 
equally wicked impulse, she climbed out of the pool, pulling herself up the 
ladder... giving the pool service man an unimpeded glimpse of all her ample 
charms! 

Bill gasped - and it was only partly an act. "Man, you're even more 
incredibly beautiful than I thought! I'd better get out of here before I get 
into trouble!" 

The naked brunette, seemingly unashamed, stood before him completely naked, 
the water beading on her sun-oiled skin. She let her arms hang at her sides, 
not attempting to hide her perfect, well-formed breasts. Her nipples 
hardened under his unabashed stare and the pretty young brunette felt her 
own libido asserting itself as she rapidly warmed to this handsome, muscled 
man. 

"You don't have to go... and you won't get into trouble. My husband's out of 
town. There's nobody here but the two of us." 

Bill's eyes were on her breasts, then they began to slowly descend, 
following the smooth flat plane of her belly past her dimpled navel to the 
fluffy wet vee of her pubic hair. He could just barely make out the faint 
pink line of her pussy beneath the curly dark hair and he felt his cock 
stiffen under his trousers as he imagined how it would taste - fresh and 
clean from the pool and hot and spicy with the anxious passion of her 
sexless marriage. 

"I won't get into trouble?" he asked again, smiling. "What if I take one of 
those beautiful boobs in my mouth and suck on it until you scream?" 

Sandy blushed crimson and a part of her, the shredded fragment of her 
fast-fading decency, cried out for her to stop before it was too late... but 
she knew in her belly that it was already too late! She could see the 
hardening bulge of his cock beneath his pants and she knew he was well hung 
and hot for her - she knew she had to have his dick in her belly! She had 
to! 

Suddenly, a gushing torrent of red-hot passion swept over her and she took 
one breast in her left hand and lifted it, offering it in unmistakable 
supplication. Bill grinned, winked and her and lowered his head to her 
breasts, taking her hand in his and closing his lips over the lust-heated 
mounds of her bare tit. His tongue swirled over her soft crinkly 
nipple-flesh and he could feel the cherry-pink bud harden in the moist 
warmth of his mouth. 

"Mmmmmmm, yesssss... that feels so good! Soooo goood!" she breathed, gasping 
for air as his lips and tongue encircled her bare breast. 

Suddenly, Bill's other hand darted between her thighs and worked upward 
until his fingers closed over the pouting moist folds of her pussy. 

"Oooooohh, God... yes, yes! Feel my pussy! Feel it and kiss it and make me 
come!" 

Bill dropped to his knees there on the poolside patio and both his hands 
went behind the swaying, lust-starved married brunette, grasping hotly at 
the fleshy cheeks of her naked ass. He held her that way, his fingers biting 
into the softness of her buttocks, and his tongue hotly laving the moist, 
sweet-tasting furrow of her cunt. 

His nose tingled as it burrowed through the fleecy curls of her twat and he 
could feel her shudder with fast-rising wantonness every time his tongue 
passed over the nerve-laden, throbbing bud of her clitoris. 

"Yes, yes... yes!" she moaned again and again. "Oh, darling, lick my 
pussy... lick it with your big beautiful tongue!" Her head was back and her 
wet dark hair swirled across her smooth unblemished back as she clutched at 
Bill's head, holding his face close to the fervent heat of her unquenched 
pussy. 

Suddenly, Bill pulled his face away from her warm crotch and she murmured 
her anxious disapproval, still clutching at his hair and trying futilely to 
hold him next to her desirous loins. 

"What"... " 

"This will be better, honey... squat down over me... that's it! Just sit on 
my face, beautiful, and I'll lick your sweet pussy 'til hell freezes over!" 

Bill was flat on his back now and she dropped to her knees, trembling with 
girlish enthusiasm, but blushing with shame and surprise as she did this 
wanton act. She had never done anything like this before, even with her 
husband... never had she lowered herself wantonly onto a man's lips and 
tongue like this. Giving herself in naked, unquestioning submission! 

"Oh, God... my pussy... my pussy!" She could say nothing else as she lowered 
her crotch onto his hotly kissing lips and his deep-probing tongue. 

Bill grunted something unintelligible from beneath the softly-crushing 
warmth of her pussy- flesh. He went about his delicious work with the frenzy 
of a maniac as the naked young wife squirmed and wriggled over him, groaning 
and whimpering with forbidden lust! 

His tongue seemed a foot thick and a yard long as it hotly laved the 
sizzling furrow of her pussy, wriggling over every naked pink pore, ; 
teasing at the pearly node of her clitoris... driving her insane with 
wanton, adulterous desire! 

She felt his wiggling under her and she faintly heard the metallic sound of 
a zipper being opened and the naked young brunette knew what was next... he 
was going to fuck her! He had kissed her most secret genitals, hotly tongued 
the hidden slit of her pussy... and now he was going to fuck her as well! 

Sandy wailed mournfully as her mind reeled with the torturous taunts of her 
wanton infidelity, but she was powerless to stop now... she had gone too 
far. She had strayed too close to the precipice of adultery and now she had 
fallen... she was lost! 

"Look behind you, doll," Bill said with a proud smirk. 

Sandy's eyes were misted with tears of shame, but she turned her head and 
focused on the upraised hugeness of his naked cock... it was enormous! Much 
bigger than her husband's, the only one she had ever had! 

"N-no! No, I can't!" she blurted suddenly, afraid now that she had seen the 
huge, throbbing cock waiting for her. 

But Bill was busy wriggling out of his pants. "C'mon, baby, you know you 
want it as much as I want to give it to you. Now, hurry up... move back and 
get on it, baby! Let's ride! I'll make you forget all those lonely days and 
nights!" 

Sandy closed her eyes in humiliation and despair, shaking her head from side 
to side. "No, no... noooooo!" 

But her body had a mind of its' own and her limbs seemed to be possessed of 
some greater spirit that compelled her to answer his lustful invitation... 
she moved slowly backward, along his now-bare chest, still shaking her head 
as if somehow that would make it all right. 

"That's a girl... just a little more... that's it!" 

Sandy was leaning so far forward that he could reach her breasts with his 
lips and tongue and he alternately kissed them, first one and then the 
other, each gentle kiss punctuated with a darting flick of his long thick 
tongue, a splaying swipe that oozed over her nipples and brought new cries 
of shame and despair to her trembling lips. 

"P-Please, don't... don't fuck me, p-please!" But her words rang with hollow 
emptiness and Bill knew the truth that radiated from her belly, along with 
the heat that warmed his loins as she moved over them... she was as hot as a 
firecracker and ready for his cock! 

He grabbed his stiffened prick and eased the bulbous, blood-engorged head of 
it along the moist clinging slit of her pussy. She groaned in wanton 
surrender as she felt the warm moist lips of her cunt hungrily nibbling at 
the tip of his pipe-hard dick, sucking at him, ravenously pulling his 
lust-quenching virility into the burning heat of her vagina! 

Her lips trembled and he body shook with the overpowering fury of her 
adulterous passion... suddenly! 

"Oh, yes, damn it... I can't stand it, I can't! Fuck me, fuck me good and 
hard, young handsome beautiful man! Fuck me and make me scream!" she 
blurted, her eyes tightly clenched and tears of naked humiliation trickling 
over the blushed gentle mounds of her cheeks. 

"All right, baby... push down with that sweet-lookin' ass! Push!" 

The naked married brunette grunted ecstatically as she lowered herself onto 
the skewering pole of his upraised erection. Bill met her movement with an 
upward thrust that sank his good-sized prick right into her belly. 

"Aaaaghhh! It's so big! Mmmmm... " She was obviously in pain, but she was 
wriggling like a bug on a pin, fast going out of her senses as he pushed 
deeply up into her cunt, sinking every inch of his long hard cock between 
her ravenous pussy-lips. 

His stiff prick surged up into her belly in a deep, gut-wrenching thrust 
that jolted the breath from her lungs. Deeper and deeper he plowed into her, 
deeper than her husband... so beautifully hard and deep! 

He pulled her down onto his naked chest, kissing her hotly on the lips, his 
tongue swirling deep into her mouth, still moistly pungent with the taste of 
her pussy. She kissed him back -hard! - and they played tug-of-war with 
their tongues as she ground her naked buttocks down salaciously onto his 
upthrust erection, fervent breaths hissing through her nostrils as she 
worked inhumanly above him. Up and down she humped, lifting her behind until 
just the bulbous, purplish tip of his cock remained between her 
widely-splayed pussy-lips, and then, with a groan of very real pleasure, she 
would sink down onto his naked prick, spiraling down the glistening hard 
thickness of his erection until her buttocks pressed eagerly against his 
hair-matted pelvis. 

He reached behind her and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, making his 
skewering, hurtful entry even deeper. She moaned her frantic approval. 

"Aaawwww... it's so deep in my pussy! Yes, yes... God, I love it, I love 
it!" she cried, shaking her head so that her long dark hair flailed around 
her face. 

Bill grinned wickedly and moistened his middle finger in the dampness of her 
pussy... This ought to give her a thrill! 

He moved his stiffened middle finger between the soft fleshy halves of her 
ass, warm and tender like the halves of a freshly-buttered roll. Before she 
could cry out in indignant protest, he shoved it into the tight, hairless 
grip of her rectum, pushing hard as his finger popped between the muscled 
lips of her anus. 

"Unngghhhh! That hurts! It hurts in my ass!" she groaned, but in only 
seconds she was working down and back against the two-pronged thrill of his 
finger and cock with renewed wanton excitement! 

He worked his middle finger in and out of the incredible grip of her anus in 
perfect rhythm with his deeply thrusting cock... separated only by the thin 
membrane between her two orifices, he could feel the virile strength of his 
own erection as it surged deeply into her belly, bringing her closer and 
closer to the screaming pinnacle of her sexual arousal. Suddenly... ! 

"Oh, God... yes, yes... I'm... I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" She screamed 
loudly, as if she wanted the neighbors to hear, and quivered as she pumped 
frantically up and down, levering herself skillfully with her knees and 
thighs. 

Bill felt the breath leave her lungs. He felt her whole body begin to throb 
and quake as he held her tightly with one hand on the small of her 
unblemished bare back. He had held as long as he needed to... and now he 
could breathe as easily himself as his cock suddenly began to pulse and 
shudder, gushing a thin viscous rivulet of sperm up into her quaking belly. 

She moaned again and again, collapsing across him, spent from the exertions 
of their adulterous union. Slowly, she lifted her nakedness from him, still 
trembling, and Bill felt the gush of her own juices flood down the 
now-flaccid shaft of his cock, soaking his pelvis and dribbling down between 
his legs. 

He leaned over to her as she stretched out beside him. "I think I'll take a 
little swim to rinse off... care to join me?" 

Sandy lifted her head and managed a hoarse croaking reply. "N-no... I'm too 
worn out... y-you go ahead." 

Bill dove expertly into the water and swam the length of the pool 
underwater. When he reached the ladder again, he secretly glanced at his 
watch... Hmmm, just time enough for one more pigeon. And I know who it'll 
be. That sweet little Darleen Fields, man, what a piece she should be! And I 
know her oF man's on the road during the week! 

He chuckled to himself as he climbed out of the pool... This set-up is just 
too much! And it can't go wrong! Hell, I'm running so far ahead of schedule, 
I should be able to get Karen started tomorrow on phase two! 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Darleen Fields was really what you'd call a child bride. Why, to look at 
her, you'd swear she must have gotten married at ten or eleven to have two 
kids already. She could have passed for a high school cheerleader at any 
time, and in her bikini there was no evidence of aging or childbirth on her 
slender, mink-like body. 

She was a country girl at heart, born to dirt-poor stock and still ill at 
ease with the country club set her well-off husband was a part of. 

Allen Fields did not really have to work at all, having been blessed with 
more than just a silver spoon in his mouth... he got the whole damn silver 
service! But he worked as hard as any man, striving to make his personal 
fortune that much larger, eager for the next dollar that would bring him 
closer to being a full-fledged millionaire. 

Darleen was immensely happy in the beginning, but when the "cuteness" of her 
southern drawl began to wear off and she saw his friends for what they 
really were -stuck-up snobs -well, her marriage quickly began to take a turn 
for the worse. 

"Hi, good-lookin'... I didn't expect you until next week," the slender young 
blonde purred in her finest Georgia voice. She was sitting on the pool's 
edge, her feet dangling in the water, wearing the skimpiest bikini he had 
ever seen. It scarcely covered the soft light fleece of her pubic vee in 
front and creased provocatively down the deep furrowed slit of her ass in 
back. The bra cups were hardly more than an inch wide and the faint pink 
edges of her small girlish nipples peeked over the tops. 

"Change in my schedule," he lied. "I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd 
clean your pool out this time... it's gettin' a little dirty." 

Darleen cocked her pretty little blonde head and giggled, "Dirty? Why, I'm 
the only one that ever swims in it, what with my husband being gone all the 
time and the kids in school. You must be saying that I'm dirty." 

"No, nothing like that... just leaves and sap from these trees." He went 
busily about his work... he was not as certain about this girl; she had 
flirted more than a few times, but nothing as overtly obvious as Sandy. No, 
this would take a little caution... but it should be worth it! 

Darleen left the pool and went into the house without a word; Bill wondered 
if he had lost his one chance, but she returned in a few minutes with 
something in her hand. 

"Since I'm so dirty, maybe you'd better clean me too," she grinned impishly, 
her freckled cheeks red with uncertainty. There was a bar of soap in her 
right hand and she held it out to him as they stood there by the edge of the 
pool. 

He took it and put down his cleaning equipment. "I'd sure rather wash you 
than mess with this dirty pool, honey." 

"Then what are you waiting for," she winked. Her hands went behind her and 
she unfastened the top to her scant bikini, letting it drop down her arms. 
Her breasts were crispy white, in stark contrast to her richly-tanned body, 
and her nipples were small and girlishly pink and soft. 

Bill reached down, wet the bar of soap in the pool water and pressed it to 
the small blonde's chest. She was hardly over five feet, a foot shorter than 
he was, and she seemed incredibly petite and delicate - like a child almost. 

She shivered arousedly as the soap and his fingers touched her freckled 
naked flesh and she sat down rather suddenly, leaning back against the 
concrete rim of the pool. 

"C'mon... clean me all up, handsome," she purred softly, her gentle voice 
husky with emotion. "All over." 

He rubbed the soap over her chest and began to move downward until he was 
gently caressing the pert firm orbs of her breasts. He lightly brushed over 
the budding peaks of her girlish pink nipples, and she yelped with painful 
intensity as he squeezed them between his thumb and first finger. He dropped 
the soap accidentally between her slightly- splayed slender legs and groped 
for it clumsily, his hands deliberately rubbing over the soft sensitive 
insides of her girlishly-trim thighs. 

Darleen blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl out with an upper classman; 
she lifted her pert, saucy buttocks from the concrete beneath her and 
wiggled seductively out of her bikini bottom. 

Bill gulped back his surprise and went about his enviable task - that of 
soaping the sultry young blonde's naked body. She had a deliciously 
beautiful belly, flat and seductive, and it tapered to a perfect pair of 
hips, sveltly flaring but without an extra ounce of fat, and a soft fleecy 
pubic vee that was so gently light and fluffy it nearly was invisible in the 
sunlight. 

Her legs flared open suddenly, completely apart now, and she blushed again 
as she took his hairy wrist and guided his soapy fingers between her 
quivering thighs. They were shuddering with expectant passion, eager for a 
man's caressing touch... and anxious for the brutal pain of ravishment that 
every woman needs and craves! 

A single stiffened finger, moist and soapy, brought a shuddering moan of 
very real pleasure to the naked married blonde's man-hungry lips as it 
slithered hotly along the hairless slit of her pussy. The soft pliant folds 
of her cunt flowered eagerly like the first buds of spring on a hot day, 
nakedly opening and offering this near-stranger complete and unquestioned 
access to the secret pleasures of her wanton genitals! 

The halves of her pussy spread vulnerably apart like the sections of a sweet 
Danish pastry as his finger hotly probed the clasping depths of her cuntal 
wetness. 

"Ooooh, yes, yes, lover... it feels so goooddd!" the nude housewife mewled 
throatily, her eyes clenched shut and her throat quivering with anxious 
arousal. Her legs scissored open and closed now involuntarily in a lewd 
motion of naked incitement... she wanted him and she wanted him badly! 

Bill kissed her tenderly on the lips and whispered in her ear, pushing aside 
her wet blonde tresses. "You're not expecting any company, are you?" 

Darleen gulped and whispered huskily, her voice tremoring with passion. 
"N-No... no one." 

"Then, how about over there... on those padded mats?" he questioned. 

Darlene's face brightened with shameful color, aware now for the first time 
that she was on the brink of adultery. She wavered a moment, thinking of the 
consequences... and of her own private pain. 

"Yes! Yes! Let's hurry!" she gasped frantically, groping with her small hand 
for the growing hardness that bulged in Bill's work trousers. "I'll rinse 
the soap off first, darling... you get undressed! And hurry, God, hurry... I 
need your cock sooo bad!" 

Bill undressed, watching the pert young blonde as she tiptoed on the wet 
poolside patio to an outdoor shower built into the retaining wall of the 
backyard gardens. Her saucy bottom- cheeks rubbed wetly together as she 
walked, grinding like moist ball bearings, and between her trim suntanned 
thighs, he could see the faintest wisp of pubic hair, all wet and dripping 
with soap as she hurriedly showered. 

She held her face into the stinging spray, sudsing herself clean until her 
naked young skin glistened with fervent eagerness, beaded droplets of water 
clinging to her seductively and draining from all her secret hollows and 
clefts. 

Her breasts bounced excitedly as she hurried to the thickly-padded mats he 
suggested; she dropped to her knees, her back to him as if she was almost 
afraid to watch him take his clothes off. 

He was naked now, and he walked to where she awaited him - he could already 
see she was shivering with anticipation, and when he neared her, her head 
turned... putting her face only inches from his jutting erection! 

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, reaching out to his thick, blood-heated hardness. 
"It's so big... and beautiful! Allen's hardly got anything between his legs! 
But you... Oh... oh!" 

Bill contemplated fucking her right then and there, brutally and without 
mercy, fucking her until her legs turned to jelly and she screamed until her 
voice went hoarse... but there was something else he wanted first. 

"You like it, huh?" he smirked down at her, his hand fondly stroking the 
foreskin of his immense erection. "How about a little taste? Or is that 
somethin' your hubby never got around to teachin' you?" 

Darleen blushed, her freckles darkening with her unconcealed shame. "I... I 
never have. Allen said it was, well, dirty and... " Bill laughed out loud. 
"There ain't nothing dirty about it if you do it right. Why, suckin' cock's 
better than anything if you know how... Here, let me show you." 

He pressed the purplish, mushroom-shaped head of his prick against her lips, 
wetting them with the oozing stickiness of his semen. 

"Just open your lips and lick it a little... I'll show you the rest." 

Darleen gulped back her shame, closed her eyes and opened her lips enough 
for him to slip the bulbous head of his cock over her bottom teeth. She 
shuddered as she felt the heaviness of it pressing down on her tongue. 

"That's the way, honey... just work that sweet little tongue around some. 
MMmmm, yeah... you're gettin' it fast! Lick it and swirl your tongue around 
it... yeah!" 

Darleen gulped again and again and did as he told her, nakedly ashamed now 
but afraid to turn back now that she had come this far. She sucked and 
swallowed again and again, and when he pressed his open palms against the 
sides of her head, she feared what was surely about to happen... he was 
going to shoot his cum down her throat! God! She'd surely choke! 

"Don't stop sucking, baby, until I say to... just keep on suckin' and 
swallowin' and you'll be all right!" he grunted, fucking into her 
widely-splayed hps with long deep gagging strokes that bumped chokingly 
against the back of her tender virginal throat. Down past his cock, he could 
see the twin jiggling mounds of her breasts, her nipples wet with the shower 
water and hard from the passionate cock-sucking she was giving him. Man, she 
was a natural-born slut... she was lapping it up like mother's milk! 

Suddenly, Bill grunted loudly and a rumbling came up from his loins as his 
jism rushed up from his balls and surged in a white-hot torrent down her 
throat. Darleen choked and gagged on the incredibly heavy cream of his 
ejaculation, but he held her head so tightly against his pelvis that she 
could do nothing but swallow somehow... or choke to death! 

"That's it... keep on suckin'! Keep on!" He sighed pleasurably as his cock 
deflated and slipped flaccidly from her hps, leaving a wet sticky glob of 
his cum dripping from her lower lip. She opened her eyes tentatively and 
looked up at him, her breasts rising and falling in the frenzied arousal of 
her own desires. 

"You missed a little," he grinned wickedly, pointing to her lip. 

Darleen whimpered excitedly and her eyes half-clenched with passion as she 
licked the last remnant of his virile, life-giving sperm from her mouth as 
if it were rich sweet cream. She lay back on the mat, her legs slightly 
askew and her whole body tingling with goose bumps as she waited for 
whatever he desired to do with her... she was another man's wife, but for 
now she was his, she was his lust-slave! There would be no holds barred, 
nothing, and Bill could read it in her eyes! 

He dropped to his knees between her legs and pushed them further apart. With 
the backs of his muscled hands, he spread her trim girlish thighs and 
lowered his head between them in a sudden movement that caught Darleen 
off-guard. 

"Oh! N-No, p-please, not that... you can fuck me if you want me, lover, but 
p-please! I've never... I mean, no man has ever... " 

"Shhh, baby... just close your eyes and let daddy do the work. You'll be a 
sucker for this when I've finished, believe me!" 

She gasped suddenly like someone had delivered a pointed kick right between 
her soft feminine breasts as Bill's lips brushed electrifyingly over the 
warm moist folds of her pink pussy. He gave her a fervent soul-kiss that 
sent rippling chills of animalish pleasure racing along her naked bare 
spine. 

His lips worked frantically into the squirming moist flesh of her vagina 
until his tongue sensed the throbbing pearl-like node of her clitoris... 
This'll drive her up the wall! She'll be begging for more after a few 
seconds of good oF clit-lickin'! 

Feverishly, like a dog burrowing his snout into a meal, Bill nosed and 
tongued his way between her trembling, widely-splayed thighs, his tongue 
hotly caressing the throbbing, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris as she 
spasmed with frenzied desires beneath his skillful kisses... wildly aroused 
as he hotly laved the naked moist slit of her womanhood! 

There on the padded mat, her lithe young body shivered and spasmed 
uncontrollably, her flesh beaded with a misted sheen of perspiration as his 
tongue hotly searched every pore and crevice of her sweet-tasting 
pussy-slit. A thin line of droplets already lined the ragged pink folds of 
her twat and he could taste their perfume-like delicateness with his laving 
tongue tip as he squirmed it into the undulating folds of her cunt and 
deeply speared it into the clasping confines of her vaginal sheath. 

Darleen moaned as though she were beaten, but the tremorous tone of her 
rasping voice betrayed her real emotion... wild abandoned lust! 

She reached down and clutched at his dark hair, grasping his head in a 
struggling effort to force his searching lips deeper between her thighs, but 
suddenly his lips left the moist, dripping slit of her cunt. Darleen groaned 
in shame as she heard her own naked pussyhps embarrass her with a slurping 
noise as they reluctantly released his tongue. She looked up at him through 
the tear-flooded slits of her eyes, her eyelids fluttering with fervent 
emotion. He was kneeling between her legs, his hand on the again-stiffened 
pole of his hard thick cock... he was going to fuck her! 

"Bill, p-please... I-I can't... I've changed my mind," she mewled 
tremorously. "My husband... my husband... " But her voice trailed off into 
slobbering nothingness as her eyes focused hotly on the long hard thickness 
of his erection - his cock was hugely stiff and pulsing with excitement, the 
purplish head throbbing as his lust-heated blood surged through it. His 
balls were enormously swollen and dangled between his legs, bloated with the 
ominous threat of his hot surging sperm. 

Bill chuckled to himself at her futile last-ditch efforts at faithfulness... 
She wants it, all right, she wants it so bad she can taste it! 

He crawled up between her trim smooth legs, still on his knees, and pushed 
her thighs up and back until the hardness of her knees crushed hurtfully 
down onto the jiggling mounds of her naked breasts. She was nakedly exposed 
to him now, all of the secrets of her feminine genitals vulnerably open and 
unguarded... the moistly trembling lips of her pussy, her pink folds 
palpitating with girlish arousal. Beads of dewlike moistness lined the soft 
tremoring slit and further still, down the naked slit of her pussy, he could 
see the hairless, tightly-puckered lips of her anus, tautly gripped in fear 
and shame. 

Crawling down into a push-up position, he leaned over her and kissed her 
hotly on the lips. She hesitated for an instant, reluctant to respond to the 
taste of her own feminine arousal, but within seconds she was kissing him 
soulfully, pushing her tongue deeply into his throat as she mewled and 
groaned with bestial incitement. His tongue surged between her tiny white 
teeth and into her mouth and she sucked on it ravenously, throwing her arms 
around his back. Her nails scratched at the muscled hardness of his back, 
and Bill laughed at her fast-rising passion... God! Does she ever want it! I 
ain't ever seen a woman so hot and eager... she's burning up with fever! 

She was too ashamed to look at him, her eyes clenched shut and oozing-with 
burning, salty tears as his lips left hers and dropped to the small, pulsing 
tips of her nipples, hardened and quivering with frantic wanton desires. She 
felt her own nipple-flesh harden as his lips hotly caressed them, and she 
squirmed under his muscled hardness with wild abandoned passion, aflame with 
the nagging insistence of her lust! 

He urged his loins forward with a grinding thrust and his pelvis ground 
arousedly against the upturned warmth of the married blonde's crotch. His 
cock throbbed into painful, complete erection, adding yet another inch to 
its hugeness, and squirmed into the pink hair-rimmed wetness of her pussy. 
She whimpered excitedly as the lust-hardened tip of his prick electrifyingly 
slid over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris, insinuating its hardness 
into the moist heat of her vagina. 

Darleen gurgled inaudibly, gasping for breath as she bit into her own lip to 
stifle the deafening scream of wanton submission that ached to burst from 
her throat. Her mind reeled under the intense shame she was enduring at this 
moment... she was nearly an adulteress, a whore! But she was powerless to 
stop this from happening... if only her husband had paid her more attention! 
If only... ! 

"Oh God... fuck me, fuck me, lover! Stick it in me and make me come! God, I 
need a cock so bad... sooo bad!" She groped between her legs for his 
stiffness, and her fingers lightly encircled the lust-swollen erection. It 
was over twice as long as her palm was wide, and she could barely close her 
fingers around its throbbing circumference. The bluish veins pulsed with 
passion-heated blood, and she could feel their surging heat against the 
inside of her hand... It's so huge! I don't know if I can take it inside me! 

"Hurry it up, Darleen... what's all the dilly-dallying about? Ain't you ever 
felt a cock before?" he sneered, flexing his loin-muscles and watching the 
look of surprise on her face as his prick swelled anew in her tiny gentle 
grip. 

"N-never one this big... I... I don't think I can go through with it! I want 
it, but I... " Bill only laughed out loud at her flattering fears, and he 
reached down between their bellies and gripped the hugely erect thickness of 
his prick and pushed it up between the rubbery pink lips of her twat. He 
could feel the soft, hair-lined folds flower with expectant passion, and the 
wispy curls of her pubic fleece teased his cock and the leather, swollen 
orbs of his testicles. He eased his cock a little into her and groaned as he 
felt the hot wet walls of her pussy open and then close hungrily around the 
purplish bloated head of his dick... and then he pushed into her with a 
single, cruel thrust that sent inch after inch of hard, swollen cock boring 
relentlessly into her belly! 

"Aaaaghh! God, take it easy... take it e-easy!" she cried. 

But Bill was deaf to her cries. He smiled pleasurably as the walls of her 
cunt clamped heatedly over the turgid pole of his cock, gripping him like a 
warm velvet fist. 

"Hey honey, what a pussy you've got! It's tighter than a schoolgirl's 
asshole!" he grunted down at her, making her blush with his vile 
obscenities, but Darleen seemed to enjoy it, for her legs doubled back even 
further as he heaped even viler filth upon her, cursing her, calling her 
wanton, despicable names. 

"Yeah baby, you bitch... you're really getting down to it now!" he sneered 
inhumanly, watching her flinch as he shoved his prick deeply into her 
upturned twat. "Fuck it good, cock-lovin' pussygirl! Fuck it and shake that 
hot little tail!" 

Darleen was bug-eyed from lack of breath and gasping for even a single 
lungful of air before she blacked out under his relentless, deep-thrusting 
ravishment. 

"P-Please... take it out! Just for a second! I-I can't stand it! I can't!" 

But Bill just levered himself up off of her to let her breathe, knowing full 
well that, like any woman, she could quickly adapt to his man-sized cock 
-that in a few more seconds she would be fucking him like she'd had him 
every night for years! 

He remembered all the times he had come here to service their expensive 
pool, the times she had been by the pool in her bikini. And the time she was 
swimming in her husband's tee-shirt, nothing else, with the soft wet cotton 
nearly transparent as it clung like a second skin to every curve and hollow 
of her gorgeously delicious young body... Well, now was his moment! His time 
to get even for all that coquettish flirting... she was his and he was going 
to fuck her ass off! He wouldn't leave her alone now until her belly sloshed 
with his cum and he had brought her down to where she belonged... in the 
gutter! 

His thrusts were intentionally hurtful and deep, and with every backward 
movement of his lust-hardened erection, he pulled his cock almost completely 
out of the clinging pink grip of her pussy, leaving just the thick, knobbish 
head inside the cuntal lips until, with vicious ferocity, he would push 
forward again, skewering her painfully and bringing a new cry of anguish and 
shame to her throat. He pushed aside the delicate moist pussy-flesh inside 
her twat in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with an obscene 
smacking noise against the warm upturned flesh of her crotch. 

There was hardly a sound except the ones the two of them made, groping and 
grabbing at each other, locked together, legs askew and jerking like a pair 
of mating salmon. His balls slapped into the smooth hairless cleft of her 
nether cheeks with a resounding thudding noise that made Darleen's tearful 
humiliation that much worse... they smacked into her ass in perfect rhythm 
with the deep-poking thrusts of his virile, lust-quenching cock. The sound 
seemed deafeningly loud to her in her wildly aroused state, as if the noise 
was meant for the whole world to hear! 

Great salty tears of shame and despair obliterated her vision, and Bill was 
only a great shapeless hulk over her... it could have been any man, black, 
white or yellow, and it wouldn't have mattered now. She was finally the 
whore she wanted to be... and nothing would stop her from realizing the need 
she had ached with so long! 

Her shame was nearly gone now, her remorse forgotten in the onrushing wave 
of adulterous passion. She was finding out for herself what other woman had 
told her in secret -that nothing could compare with that first fucking in 
the arms of another man, someone not her husband. It was different somehow, 
wildly exciting and so arousing that she feared her loins would burst into 
flames with the frenzied passion of this man's delicious fucking! Every 
deep-thrusting pleasure-giving stroke of his immensely thick erection 
brought her that much closer to the pinnacle of her long-sought orgasm... 
her first real orgasm! 

She could feel it coming on and she knew this would be the real thing, the 
gut-wrenching kind of ecstatic orgasm that all women sought and few 
obtained. Her knees were nearly doubled and her breasts were smashed beneath 
them. Flickering emanations of erotic pleasure vibrated from the crushed 
bud-like tips of her crinkly nipples as the backs of her thighs ground down 
onto them, rubbing them into wickedly hard erection. She could feel them 
pulsing with expectant desire as Bill's weight pushed her legs over them in 
rhythm with the deep punishing ecstasy of his cock. 

Her lips trembled with a mindless litany of unintelligible sounds poured 
from her throat like a warm liquid. His deep, belly-prodding strokes were 
driving her insane, transforming her physically from a faithful wife into an 
adulterous whore! He was so deep inside her, deeper than her husband ever 
managed, and she could feel the throbbing head of his cock like a red-hot 
poker deep in her belly... God yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me so good! 

Fanned by the heat of their writhing, | groaning passion, Darleen's blonde 
hair was nearly dry and it tossed from side to side on the mat, flailing 
around her head like a golden tarnished halo. Her teeth were gritted and the 
cords in her slender neck stood out prominently as she choked and moaned 
with every deeply impaling stroke of Bill's cock. 

She dared a quick furtive look through the veil of her tears, and she could 
see his prick sawing in and out of her as she peered between her 
doubled-back legs. It was purplish and veined with strands of pulsing dark 
blood; her freely-flowing juices had drenched his cock and balls, and the 
thick fleshy pole of his erection glistened in the reflected sunlight like a 
long hard rod of marble as it probed deeply between her upturned thighs, 
boring relentlessly into the virginal depths of her cunt, bringing her 
tremblingly closer to the precipice of her fast-rising orgasm! 

Above her, grunting and panting with the sheer physical exertion of his 
marvelous act, Bill was gasping in her ear in short furtive breaths as his 
rapid-fire tempo began to slow to a deliberate, lust-stirring rhythm of long 
deep skewering thrusts that seemed to go even deeper than before. She opened 
her eyes again and watched as he drew his cock out of her cunt, the soft 
pink flesh of her pussy clinging hotly to the turgid thickness of his 
erection as he lifted his pelvis from her upturned crotch, only to drop like 
a leaden weight, sinking his deliciously hard prick far down into the 
seething heat of her cuntal sheath. It was like dipping his cock into molten 
honey, and every time he struck bottom, his balls slapping salaciously into 
the naked hairless crevice of her ass, Bill would groan with renewed desire. 

Her cunt tightened as the end drew closer, gripping his steel-hard prick 
like a surgeon's glove filled with warm water. The two of them ground 
together almost as one four-limbed creature, panting and groaning and 
sweating until their bodies slipped against one another wetly, their flesh 
lubricated with the salty fruits of their lovemaking labor. 

Darleen tried vainly to hold back the screams of ecstatic pleasure that 
welled in her chest, biting so hard into her lower lip that she could taste 
the pungence of her own blood. Her arms were around her new lover's back, 
and her long slender legs were curled around his hips, her ankles locked 
together in a death grip of incredible wanton desires as she pulled him 
harder down onto her writhing nakedness, burning with the maddening desire 
to draw him bodily into the gaping heat of her pussy, to suck him wantonly 
into her body so that she might somehow quench this insatiable passion! 

Her eyelids fluttered partially open, and she saw through the liquid haze of 
her stinging tears the smirking grin of absolute conquest that was smeared 
on the sweating man's lips... he had fought her and won, her honor was 
destroyed, and he stood victorious on the shredded ruins of her 
self-respect! 

"Like it, baby?" he leered down at her, sweat running from his neck in 
rivulets. 

Darleen nodded bitterly, biting her lip from the delicious pain. 

"I said, do you like it? Let me hear you say it!" 

She flinched and her eyes closed tightly with shame. "Y-Yes... I like it, I 
like it, damnit!" 

"You like what... say it! You know what I want to hear!" 

"Damn you!" she cursed up at him through clenched teeth. "I like it! I like 
it when you fuck me! Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me and make me come!" 
The words shot out of her throat like an eruption and Bill laughed at his 
absolute victory. There was no doubt left... she was utterly at his mercy, 
unconditionally surrendered to his cruel sadistic cock-thrusts! 

Darleen was like all the others, he thought, like all women, doomed to live 
with their second-place station when it comes to the sexual battleground. 
Woman was cursed with submissiveness... a man could always hurt her in the 
act of lovemaking, but she was powerless to hurt him back! She could only be 
hurt, never administer pain like a man, and therefore she would always be 
dominated by man, no matter what! 

Bill thrust into her with an inhumanly cruel lunge that bored right through 
her belly and seemed about to burst from her throat. She was helplessly 
impaled, writhing like a pig on a lance, squirming and twisting under him on 
the long hard thickness of his glistening cock. 

Leaving dark crimson welts, her sharp nails ripped across his back as he 
fucked her wildly, and she giggled hysterically beneath him in that frantic 
state some women reach just before their blinding orgasm. Her whole body 
began to throb and quiver, beginning with the soft flesh around her crotch 
and moving upward along the gentle contours of her naked body until every 
inch of her was a-quiver with frenetic lust! 

Suddenly... she began to moan animalishly, her throat vibrating as she 
humped up at his deep-thrusting cock. She gurgled deep in her lungs as her 
cunt flowered hotly around his prick, a gushing torrent of her love-juices 
bathing his long stiff erection with warm sticky liquid. 

Bill groaned as his cock dipped again and again into the seething depths of 
her liquid genitals, and he knew it would only be seconds before this naked 
young blonde began to lose all semblance of control. 

Then Darleen writhed so fiercely that her back seemed close to breaking and 
all the air rushed from her lungs as her hips arched upward and she lifted 
all of his weight with one superhuman grinding of her buttocks. Nothing 
touched the mat now but her shoulders and her heels and she started to 
scream insanely. 

"Yes, yes! Oh, Goddamn, yes! I'm cumming! Fuck me, lover, I'm 
cccummmiinngg!" she cried as her legs unlocked and her feet pounded on his 
back and her nails ripped across his flesh like ten sharp daggers. 

It was all Bill could do to stay on top of her, bucking and writhing the way 
she was like a rodeo bronco, but he managed somehow, still deeply impaling 
her with his bone-hard cock until... ! 

Bill choked and coughed suddenly and his loins began to pump and throb like 
they were coming alive. His lust-bloated testicles rapidly emptied their hot 
boiling load, and he sighed with real pleasure as he felt the seething 
torrent start the long downhill run along the thickness of his prick until 
finally the first gushing spurts burst bullet-like from the knobbish head of 
his cock. 

Darleen cried shamelessly as she felt the first waves of his white-hot cum 
slosh wantonly down the hungry sheath of her pussy and into the writhing 
depths of her belly. 

"Ooooh, there's so much! I can feel it gushing inside me! There must be 
quarts and quarts of your delicious cum!" she cried. Suddenly, as Bill's 
cock still gushed, she wriggled out from under him, surprising him so 
completely that she was out from beneath him before he could stop her. His 
voice rose in angry indignation, but this time the surprise was on him. 

"Let me have it, let me drink your sweet rich cum, darling!" she gasped, 
groping for Bill's still-spurting prick and cramming the softening hose 
between her lips until her mouth filled again with his rich viscous sperm. 
It dribbled from her lips, and she licked it back with her thin pink tongue 
until there was nothing left. 

Darleen collapsed with a sobbing gasp onto the mat where she had just 
committed the most wanton kind of adultery. She threw her arm over her face 
and cried... but whether it was with joy or regret, Bill would never know. 

He was nearly dressed before she missed him, and he waved good-bye to her 
without another word and slipped quietly away to his truck, a quickening 
lightness to his step as he realized that, with this one day's pleasant 
work, he was quite possibly well on his way to that business of his own and 
the kind of money he had always dreamed about. 

Bill turned the ignition on the truck and drove away, back to the office 
before going home, but he was especially anxious tonight, for he had to tell 
her everything... every little detail!... or his plan wouldn't work. 

He found himself humming along with the radio as he drove, nervous like a 
schoolboy on his first date. And in a way, it was a date. If this worked, he 
would be out from under that pansy boss of his, free of the tyranny of 
working ten hours for another man's pockets. 

Yeah! It's a date all right... it's my date with destiny! 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

Has it only been three months since that afternoon? Bill asked himself as he 
motored home from a business trip north. It was unseasonably hot outside, 
almost a hundred, but inside his brand-new Continental, it was spring-time 
cool and the car reverberated with the country-and-western cartridge that 
played in the built-in player. 

Sure, it was only three months, and look at him now. It was just like he had 
imagined it would be, just like falling off a log. Nothing stood in his way, 
and once he had the money he needed, there was no need to make it the easy 
way... this kind of legitimate operation was easy enough! 

His mind wandered as he drove down the long empty highway, two days ahead of 
schedule and on his way home to a surprise reunion with his wife Karen... he 
had heard her tell the story so often now that it seemed like a memory of 
his own. Sure, she had been nervous at first, afraid that something might go 
wrong, but that was just beautiful! It made her look natural, like the 
wronged little bride she was supposed to be! If only he could have been 
there to actually see her go through her little performance, man, what a 
show that must have been! And those dumb, cuckolded husbands buying her act, 
hook line and sinker! 

Tom Malloy nervously waited for the woman who had telephoned him to show, 
his hand shaking as he downed his third vodka martini in the motel lounge. 
She had only said it concerned his wife, Sandy, and her husband... nothing 
more, but it wasn't hard to put the pieces together. 

He sat anxiously, worriedly cursing himself for all those out-of-town trips, 
especially the ones that weren't really necessary. He knew he could have 
eased off on this twenty-fourhour-a-day work-drive of his months ago. And 
why not? They were pretty well fixed, the house nearly paid for. All the 
right clubs and two new cars in the garage... Damn it, why didn't I stay 
home and keep an eye on her? 

He knew without turning around that Karen had entered the bar; he heard the 
humming of the horny male customers, mostly salesmen away from home, rise to 
a feverish pitch as a pretty young woman crossed the red-carpeted lounge and 
went to the bar. Tom laughed sardonically to himself... I wonder how many of 
these guys know what their wives are up to right now while they sit in some 
bar a hundred miles from home and ogle another man's wife? 

"Mr. M-Malloy," she began haltingly, her hands fidgeting at her slender 
waist. He turned and saw the look of fear and apprehension on her pretty 
young face and he knew this was the real thing - no actress in the world 
could have feigned this mask of dread and shame. 

"Right... please sit down, and call me Tom, okay?" he managed to smile. 

Karen climbed onto the stool beside him and glanced around to be sure no one 
was within earshot. 

"You had something to say to me?" he said calmly, trying to appear 
unconcerned, or at the very least, less than panicky. 

"I w-won't waste any time beating around the bush, Mr., uh, Tom... My 
husband and your wife, well, they have been, uh... how can I say it... " 

"They've been having an affair?" he asked thinly, his voice cracking in 
spite of himself. 

Karen shook her pretty head. "Not exactly... I don't think it's been going 
on very long. Bill said it was just that one time. You see, I was getting 
kind of suspicious of his behavior lately and, well, to tell the truth, I 
followed him. I was parked on your street when he went to your house last 
week. I knew something was going on, I just could feel it. You know how you 
get those feelings sometimes that something is wrong?" 

Tom nodded, sipping frantically at the dregs of his drink. He signalled the 
bartender for another. "Yes, Karen... I know exactly what you mean. Sandy 
hasn't been herself... for about a week now." 

"Well, when I got out of the car and went up the hill next to your house, 
you know, the one with all the azaleas and the pine trees." 

"Yes, I know." 

"Anyway, when I got high enough to see them, they were, well, they were 
naked and your wife was on top... they were making love, Tom. I saw them!" 
She lowered her head and managed a tear... a tear that looked to be of grief 
but was secretly from relief. Relief that she had gotten through the worst 
of this story without cracking. 

"Do you remember the wall behind my pool, Karen? The red one with the 
flowers on it?" 

She looked up, her eyes moist with tears... He's trying to trip me up, just 
like Bill said he might! Boy, I'm glad I know the answer to that one! 

"I remember the wall... but it was blue, I think, and I can't honestly say 
that I recall any flowers on it. But at a time like that, you don't look for 
details, you know?" 

Tom smiled weakly. "You're right, Karen... it is blue. That was a cheap 
trick and I'm sorry. But what do you intend to do now?" 

"I'm going to divorce him, that's why I wanted to see you. I just thought 
you deserved to know what was going on before I dredge it up in court." 

Tom flinched... visions of his career sinking like a battle-weary freighter 
flashed before his eyes. "Uh, Karen... let me ask you a delicate question." 

"Okay." 

"Could you see your way to forgive your husband if you knew he would never 
see my wife Sandy again? I mean, if I confront her and put an end to this 
right away, could you possibly consider not filing for divorce?" 

Karen hesitated, remembering that Bill told her to take her time, not to 
appear too eager to change her mind. "Well... I can hardly erase the memory 
of that sight, Tom. It wasn't very pretty, you have to understand." 

He gulped hard. "It's not very pretty for me either, Karen. But I'll be 
honest with you. There's more at stake for me here than your divorce. I 
don't mean to appear callous, but it would be worth a great deal to me to 
keep this quiet. In exchange for my cooperation in seeing that it never 
happens again, of course." 

Karen tried to look innocent and it was not difficult with her pert little 
girl's face. "What... what do you mean?" 

"I mean exactly this - would a couple of thousand dollars help you change 
your mind? I don't mean as a bribe or a pay-off. You could use it to take a 
trip or establish a bit of independence for yourself in case it ever 
happened again. How about it?" 

Karen's eyes widened in surprise... real surprise, for this was double what 
they hoped to get! 

"Listen... don't make up your mind now. Think about it over night and call 
me in the morning at this private number." He handed her a card and thanked 
her, placing his hand affectionately on her shoulder and kissing her on the 
forehead before he left. 

When he was gone, Karen ordered herself a glass of champagne and hurried to 
the nearest pay phone... they were on their way to the big time! 

Bill was laughing out loud as he neared the city limits, passing the crummy 
shop where he used to work. Impishly, he gave a loud honk with his air horns 
and waved, knowing that the pansy ex-boss of his would cringe and probably 
spend the afternoon on the verge of tears. He had lost most of his business 
to Hodge's Pool Service now, along with four of his ablest men, and though 
he blustered and shrieked like a woman with threats of lawsuits, nothing had 
ever come of it. 

The Allen guy had fallen for the game even easier than the first sucker, and 
though he only came up with a grand, Karen took it unquestioningly. She had 
been under the strictest of instructions not to mention money or to hint for 
more if it came up... there had to be no way the cops could nail him with an 
extortion rap if one of those guys got smart and sung to the district 
attorney's office. 

Of course, the Aliens and the Malloys were not on his list of customers, but 
with the town growing in leaps and bounds, and fresh big money arriving 
almost daily, he had more business than he could handle just in service 
contracts. Plus the gravy he got from contracting for new pools and farming 
out the deals with a nice fat kick-back made it easier! 

Bill turned up the radio and sang along with the nasal C & W artist... Yes, 
sir, he had it made! Nothing could knock him out of the saddle now, nothing 
in the whole goddamn world! 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Karen had the date circled on her desk calendar at the small writing desk 
that came with the furnished house Bill had leased. Another of the 
furnishings was a swimming pool, Bill's private joke at fate - in all the 
years he had spent cleaning and repairing them, never could he hope to even 
afford the down-payment on one, much less the upkeep. 

This place was a contemporary, California-style house in one of the town's 
faster-growing prestige neighborhoods. The lot was nearly two acres, enough 
for absolute privacy. 

Three more days until Bill comes home, damn. Sometimes I wish he hadn't 
ventured out on his own with this new company... I never see him! 

Karen remembered how it was before, the wild times they used to have in bed. 
And on the living room floor and even in the bath tub once! 

But now! Now he was too busy making money faster than she knew how to spend 
it. Now there was only time for the business, and less and less time for 
her. She was becoming like those girls, Sandy and Darleen, but she tried not 
to think about it. 

She drew back the draperies and saw that it was sunny outside and almost 
time for her morning swim. Her bikini was still damp, hanging in the shower 
where she forgot it, so she decided instead to wear a pair of super-short 
cut-off jeans and forget about the top. The gate at the bottom of the 
driveway was locked and besides, nobody ever came to see her anyway. 

She slipped out of her negligee, and into the short faded jeans and went out 
the back door, humming along with the music that piped through the house 
from the kitchen intercom. 

Her whistled tune abruptly ended with a gasp of astonishment as she looked 
up and saw two men, two black men, working up a sweat over the pool's 
filter... they were the servicemen from Bill's company. He didn't say they 
were coming, but he must have left them a key! 

She tip-toed backwards into the shadow of the house without them seeing her, 
her arms folded over her breasts as her nipples quivered just from being so 
close to two men without her top on. 

Karen watched them as they worked - they must not have been told anyone was 
at home, for they dropped four-letter words like so much salt in their 
conversation, laughing and teasing each other with phrases as they worked in 
the hot sun. They both had their shirts off and their backs were rock-hard 
and banded with cords of dark rippling muscle that narrowed at their trim 
waists and disappeared under their work trousers. Karen felt her pulse 
quicken as she remembered her favorite "lonely times" companion, Bill's 
Scandinavian porno-book, the one with the two blonde Danish schoolgirls and 
the black men... she shivered with curiosity as she wondered whether these 
two handsome black men were built like the ones in the photographs. 

Suddenly, one of them twisted too hard on a fitting inside the pump shelter 
and grease splattered his pants in black, sticky splotches. 

"Shit, man, look what you done! I can't work the rest of the day like 
this... fuck, man, I'll have to take time off and go change!" 

His companion shrugged him off. "Listen, motherfucker, you're just makin' a 
lot o' noise over nothin'. Just take 'em off and rinse 'em out there at that 
faucet... by the time we finish, they ought'a bee almost dry." 

"Man, you crazy! I can't take 'em off... I ain't wearing no drawers!" 

"You calling me queer or somethin'?" the younger one teased. "I ain't gonna 
look at your big black ass!" 

"But what if somebody comes home?" 

"Shit, man, it's the boss's house, ain't it? And didn't he say he'd be gone 
'til the end of the week? What'ya worried about? There ain't nobody to see 
you but me and I won't laugh at your skinny little pecker!" 

He took a mock-fierce swing at his friend and bowled him over. "All right... 
but none of your shit, all right?" 

Karen's heart nearly leaped out her throat as the big handsome black 
unzipped his trousers and peeled them to the ground down his muscled, sinewy 
legs. He was hung like a stud-bull, maybe eight or nine inches long, and it 
was still soft. It was dangling between his legs like a black iron pipe! 

She watched him move, cat-like despite his size, and as she watched the two 
blacks, they were no longer the servicemen from her husband's company... 
they miraculously changed before her eyes into the two men from the book, 
from the source of her favorite erotic fantasy! 

And she was Karen Hodges... she was a Danish schoolgirl, giggly and eager 
for her first taste of black meat! She stepped from the shadows and moved 
toward them, her arms at her sides and her full, proud breasts naked and 
glistening in the morning sun. 

"Hi...!" 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

The naked one jumped for his wet trousers and held them over his cock, 
sputtering with surprise and fear. This wasn't the Deep South, but the white 
folks in this rich man's neighborhood wouldn't take too kindly to a black 
exposing himself to one of the fine genteel ladies... even if she was naked 
to the waist and seemingly proud of it! 

"Hey, is this some kind of crazy joke, Miz Hodges?" the naked man gasped 
incredulously, looking around as if he expected a lynch mob dressed in 
sheets to come cresting over the hill. 

"No... it's no joke. Unless you think I'm some kind of joke," she said 
softly, her eyes glazed with a strange far-away desire. She unzipped her 
shorts and pulled them down over her hips, wriggling them free of her 
buttocks. 

Karen felt the two black men staring at the naked vee of pubic fleece 
between her legs and she could feel the heat of their passion as their eyes 
mentally caressed her, searching the moist depths of her young white-girl's 
pussy! The older man grinned broadly. "Naw, it ain't no joke... the lady's 
got her pussy all set for some dark meat, ain't that right, Ma'am?" 

Karen nodded, pushing her shorts down her long slender legs with the toes of 
one foot. She was completely naked now, like an alabaster Venus rising from 
the waters of the pool. The younger black let his pants drop in a crumpled 
heap at his feet. Then he too was naked. 

Her eyes followed the muscled hardness of his belly to the coarse thicket of 
his pubic hair... and the incredibly long, hard length, of his ebony cock! 
It jutted from his crotch like a third leg, thick and uncircumcised, and 
when he grabbed it and eased the fleshy foreskin back over the bulbous dark 
tip, Karen lost her breath as she thought of it between her legs... God, 
what a beautiful black dick! I want it... just like those Danish girls, I 
want it bad! 

There was no foreplay, no teasing games... and there was no need for them. 
Karen was ready for her first black man -two of them! - and they could feel 
the savage heat rising from her pussy like a vaporous mist, tickling their 
flared nostrils with the sweet scent of her forbidden lust! 

"Over here, honky bitch... on your knees'." the young one spat venemously. 
Karen didn't mind; in fact, his sneering hostility made it even better 
somehow, like she was being held captive and raped by a pair of horny stud 
blacks! 

She dropped anxiously to her knees on the patch of grass near his feet and 
he knelt behind her. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see the look 
of hatred in his face... but it was mostly directed at himself, hatred for 
desiring this white woman so badly, for betraying his own race! 

His hands groped at her soft naked buttocks, his fingers probing wantonly 
her yielding flesh. His thumbs parted the smooth white cheeks of her ass and 
Karen groaned as she felt the rush of cool air into her naked crotch. 

His long, thick black cock rode up eagerly between her slender white thighs, 
spreading them apart with its hugeness, and she whimpered excitedly as the 
blood-heated tip slid over the trembling lips of her pussy. He rocked 
forward on his knees and let an inch or so dip into the clasping liquid 
depths of her cunt... but there was something else he had in store for this 
teasing white bitch, something she probably hadn't dreamed of! 

It happened so fast, Karen had no time to protest until it was too late. The 
rubbery thick knob of his prick pushed unexpectedly against the clenched 
nether lips of her rectum... until they gave with a plopping noise and he 
was inside her, deeply burrowed in the warm anal grip of her asshole! 

"Unngghhh! Aaaawww, you're killing me! God, take it out! I can't stand it! 
I'll split in half from your big dick in my ass!" she screamed, but there 
was no stopping him now. 

Instinctively, Karen tightened her rectum in a last-ditch attempt to force 
him out of her bowels, but the tightening only increased the fervor of his 
wanton sodomization as the soft clinging grip of her anus closed arousingly 
around his stiff black prick. He started now to fuck her cruelly, with long 
hard thrusts that poked literally into her belly, right up the nether sheath 
of her ass. His balls swung heavily up between her trembling, sweat-drenched 
thighs and rubbed the pink folds of her pussy as he fucked her, adding 
unwanted arousal to her incredible pain! 

But there was a fast-charging sensation that was coming to the forefront of 
her emotions, pushing everything else out of its way in one head-long rush 
toward oblivion... and that emotion was naked, pagan lust! She was starting 
to really turn on to this salacious, vile act... she wanted it, she wanted 
it again and again until his huge black prick erupted inside her and she 
could feel the soothing balm-like warmth of his gushing hot cum! 

The older man was naked now as well and he leaned close to his friend's ear. 
"Turn her over, man... let's sandwich the cunt!" 

The young black laughed insanely and Karen trembled with dread - she thought 
she knew what he meant, but she was too terrified to believe it might happen 
to her! Two of them at once, both their huge black cocks inside her, working 
and poking and fucking her until she screamed for mercy! 

"But first, I need some juice on my pecker... Can't fuck with a dry dick!" 
the man chuckled, and before Karen knew what he meant, his prick was shoved 
coarsely between her lips and she was choking and gagging on the sweaty 
black knob. 

"Lick it bitch, and get it nice and wet!" 

Karen did as she was told, though his cock was awful tasting and reeked of 
unwashed days and nights. She was relieved when he took it from her mouth, 
but her relief was short-lived... she was lifted bodily into the air like 
she was weightless, the black's long thick cock still hugely embedded in her 
rectum! 

His hands crudely groped her soft white breasts, squeezing them roughly as 
he pulled her up and over, stretching her out on his belly, his prick still 
deeply shoved up her ass. 

Karen whimpered as she felt the other black straddle his friend's legs and 
push her white yielding thighs apart to give him full access to the naked 
pink treasures of her pussy. 

"Aaawwww!" she cried as she felt the knobbish head of his dick slipping into 
the hair- rimmed slit of her pussy. Suddenly... she had to have it! She had 
to have both of them! 

"Oh, yes, yes! Shove it in me! Push your big black dick in my pussy!" she 
gurgled, writhing excruciatingly on the upraised impalement of the black 
man's huge erection. 

She began to wail animalishly, her mouth dropping open and an almost bestial 
whine pouring from her lips. The other man was in her... she could feel his 
hugely throbbing long black cock slithering deeply into the clasping heat of 
her cuntal sheath, deeper than Bill had ever been, far down into the 
virginal depths of her belly! 

Sadistically impaled on the younger one's horse-sized prick, she was now 
sandwiched between them, cruelly pinned on both their long ebony erections. 
They whispered in hoarse, grunting voices about how they could feel each 
other as they jointly fucked the naked white girl, their cocks only a thin 
membrane apart as they screwed her with deep, vicious strokes that made her 
weep from the agonizing pain. 

Their deep, hard strokes moved into a mutual tempo of jungle-fucking, the 
two of them fucking her as one man, a great huge two-pronged black prick 
inside her like the devil himself! 

Karen was mewling like an alley cat in heat as the ecstatic thrill of her 
wanton, forbidden ravishment took control of her body and soul. An animalish 
whine rippled from deep in her chest as the two men coarsely fondled her 
naked breasts, one of them sucking on her soft pink nipples and licking them 
with his tongue. 

When the man on top of her lifted his naked, bony hips from her crotch, to 
draw his cock out of her pink pussy-lips before sinking to the hilt again in 
the warm liquid depths of her belly, she could see down between her breasts 
as she lifted her head painfully. There between her thighs she could see the 
soft clinging folds of moist pussyflesh being drawn out in warm wet sheets 
until he dropped his pelvis down onto her crotch and shoved the soft 
tissue-like flesh of her cunt back into the heat of her vagina. 

She could not see the man under her at all, but she could certainly tell he 
was there as his upthrust black cock bored like a drill-bit into the 
virginal tightness of her rectum. She was cruelly sandwiched between the two 
blacks, fucked and viciously sodomized at once by a pair of the biggest 
black pricks she had ever dreamed of in her wildest feminine fantasies! 

On and on they took her, fucking her skillfully with long, slippery thrusts 
that smacked into her flesh until she began to gasp for breath and her whole 
body started to quiver like a plucked guitar string. 

"Oh fuck... fuck... I'm... I'M CCUUMMIINNGG!!" she wailed like a forlorn 
banshee, her hips working with such wanton ferocity she nearly squirmed her 
black lovers out of her love-tunnels. 

Karen cried out as she felt her belly suddenly loosen from its knotted pain 
of lust and then her cunt flowered gushingly and flooded the two black 
pricks with the warm rivulet of her love-juices, trickling from the 
widely-stretched lips of her pussy and dripping down the smooth hairless 
cleft of her ass to where the other man fucked her savagely from below. 

Her orgasm was like a trigger, and their wild grunting climaxes were only 
seconds apart. Together, as one double-ended dark hose, they emptied their 
hostilities and their lusts in a thick spurting fountain of sperm that 
filled her to overflowing and gushed down the insides of her thighs as she 
shook and squirmed with the last throes of her wanton desires! 

"Yessss, yess... fill me with your hot cum! Shoot your big thick dicks in 
me, pump me full with your huge black pricks! Oooooohhh!" 

Only moments earlier, he had stopped at the gate, leaving his car to unlock 
it, only to remember he had given his key to his servicemen, Hank and Tom. 

Bill cursed himself for not remembering, for now he would have to walk up 
the hill and get the spare from Karen if she was at home. He knocked on the 
front door and went in, calling for her softly in case she was asleep. 

Finding no one, he went out onto the back terrace... but he was stopped in 
his tracks like his guts had been shot away by a .44 Magnum. 

There in the shadows of the trees behind the pool, was his wife, nakedly 
entwined like a ten-dollar whore with the two black men he trusted with his 
key. His first thought was instinctively of rape, but the moans and mewls of 
pleasure he heard rising from Karen's throat put that to rest immediately... 
if it was rape, she must have raped them! 

He could see it all, their bodies grinding together, the clear distinction 
of hard black skin on soft white flesh, their cocks hard and glistening with 
his own wife's love-juices as they fucked her at once, one in her cunt and 
the other hotly embedded in her asshole! 

He heard his wife begin to scream as her orgasm crested, and he watched, 
mesmerized with disgust, and sick with shame as she writhed and bucked 
frantically between them, taking every inch of their huge thick pricks and 
begging for more! 

The bile rose in his throat and he cupped his hand over his face, running 
through the house and back to his car, still at the curb. 

He sat there in the seat for a few moments, then started off in low gear, 
quietly disappearing before he was spotted. His hands trembled and his 
stomach felt as though someone wearing a size twelve boot had kicked him a 
time or two. 

But gradually his senses returned and his grip tightened on the wheel as he 
turned the Continental into the lot at the country club he had just joined. 
He still had his business, after all, and money and the cars and the good 
life he had sought. 

He hurried inside for a drink, his knees unsteady as if he had been in a 
fight and lost. Somehow the clubhouse seemed different than he remembered 
it, cheaper and tawdrier than he recalled it looking a few days ago. 

There was a prospect at the bar, a man he had been chasing for weeks to 
install a pool in his new house. He gulped hard and a smile appeared like 
magic on his hps. 

"Bob Morton, how the hell are you!" he said warmly, slapping him on the 
back. "Let's talk some business, what'ya say?" 


The End
